The Final Story of Miss Weird

Today's scientists are so weak that even Cen Xiangyun can threaten her life. Only by leaving the "Realm of Nothingness" can they truly have a chance to escape.

The artist did not try to stop them, firstly because Luo Ling, who was suspected to be an "apostle" or "agent", was blocking the way, and secondly... he also hoped that the scientist could escape.

Every one who can leave counts.

Besides, it's not like he has no chance of winning.

Just like that, a brief and strange harmony appeared on the battlefield.

But everyone knows that when the "Spirit Walker" starts again, that will be the time when the end will be revealed.

After a while, the "Spirit Walker" restarted, and the scientists and company people were separated into two sides, guarding against each other.

The roar sounded and then faded away, and the boundless darkness completely submerged everything, leaving only the two people on the golden train.

"finally..."

Luo Ling squatted down slightly, looking at the traces of battle on the ground and the inconspicuous, tiny "egg" left on it with a complicated expression.

This was the last "food" that Ji Ying left for Luo Ling before her will was destroyed.

She must be in a lot of pain now.

...It's time to let her go.

Under the artist's doubtful gaze, Luo Ling took off the "egg" and put it into her mouth.

A stream of silver-white hair fell and fluttered, transparent skin without a trace of blood, an overly petite body, and scattered mycelium floating flexibly. When the mysterious woman raised her head again, she had turned into a petite girl with white eyes.

The third ability, "Complete Control", is activated.

She has completely lost all her human characteristics and has truly become a "puppet".

The first rule of weirdness is that if you encounter a creature that looks like a human, no matter what... you must retreat immediately.

But the artist has no way out.

"You are not an apostle at all, you are... the weirdness itself?"

The artist's pupils shrank slightly. Even though he was currently using the power of "forbidden", facing this strange person directly, he still felt his scalp tingling.

"maybe."

Luo Ling raised her head slightly and found that her vision had changed.

In her eyes, it is no longer possible to tell whose face is different from whose. All life has been deconstructed into its most essential form.

The artist she saw was a mutilated being, forcibly blended with the flesh and blood of dozens of life forms, with an invisible thread holding his body up, a power called "eternal life".

"Is this the vision of "Kume no Ya"..."

Not daring to hesitate any longer, upon seeing this scene, the artist once again launched “Withered Flower”.

But unlike all the previous battles, when the sky was full of black red spider lilies in full bloom, Luo Ling did not grow flesh and blood to forcibly resist, nor did he avoid them, allowing the petals to drift away.

She took out a sacrificial vessel from her arms. The beautiful black ice dagger looked more like a dagger in her small hand.

A girl in white came with a sword in her hand, amidst the rain of flowers.

So familiar...

It's so familiar...

The artist couldn't help but think of the cold but strong eyes of a black-haired girl, which seemed exactly the same as the white-haired girl in front of him.

The two figures gradually overlapped, and their powers became more consistent.

Plus the recent changes...

In an instant, the artist got the answer.

"Luo Ling..."

The sharp sacrificial vessel flashed and instantly cut off his right hand holding the "Withered Flower".

The power of "Eternal Life" tried to repair the broken arm, but the next moment, the green claws severed the mysterious connection, and "Eternal Life" was interrupted, and he faced a pair of burning dark golden vertical pupils.

Luo Ling didn't even use the evil ghost transformation, but when he changed back to his original appearance, he already looked so terrifying, hideous and cruel.

But at this moment, she no longer cared.

"Three strange powers... How is this possible..."

The artist was horrified at how Luo Ling could even cut off the "forbidden" connection, but there was no doubt that this power was also "weird".

Together with the "Naraku" that appeared at the beginning and the strange path of "Jiwu" in the white form, Luo Ling lightly carried three kinds of strange powers.

Although the degree varies, but...

It's impossible...

Even the apostles and agents with the deepest connection to the weirdness cannot do this.

The most important point is that no one can afford this "price".

The cost of mobilizing a strange power is enough to make most awakened people live a life worse than death.

Although the pioneers "cheat" to obtain power through some special means, and although the "cost" is less, it is still quite heavy.

Even if it is the weirdness itself, if it needs to borrow the power of higher-level weirdness, the "price" is still unavoidable.

Two kinds of weirdness are enough to be called incredible, but three kinds of weirdness can only be called unique.

But even so...

There was a hint of ruthlessness in the artist's eyes.

The other party does not have the "power", this is an opportunity!

"Power" is the power of qualitative change. Without "power", one can at best be equivalent to a high-level awakener.

The artist sacrificed all of his "artworks" and strengthened his connection with the "taboo" to the extreme.

Each piece of "art" is made with living beings and contains a large amount of life force. It is the artist's most proud trump card.

Even this "forbidden" existence couldn't help but cast a glance at him at this moment, and the connection that had been severed was reestablished in an instant.

"The Return of Silence."

The artist's body swelled rapidly, becoming bloated and ugly.

And in Luo Ling's life perspective, his flesh and blood were gradually occupied by an indescribable existence, until finally only a trace between his eyebrows was left that belonged to him.

The huge body quickly broke the entire golden train. The roof of the carriage and the side panels on both sides were all shattered. The hideous monster roared and growled with a stench like a rotting corpse, but it exuded unparalleled vitality.

The "Realm of Nothingness" encroached rapidly, completely destroying this narrow pure land of the surface world.

Perhaps because of the "forbidden" gaze, the erosion of nothingness always retains the final battlefield.

The heavy weight of death is approaching, the breeze ruffles his long silver hair, the mycelium floating in the sky is beautiful and sad, piercing the artist's ugly body.

Death stopped at this moment, the bloated fist was less than half a foot away from the petite girl.

——"Complete control".

Countless hyphae entangled his flesh and blood, gradually replacing his nerves, "deceiving" his brain, and controlling his limbs.

The artist's consciousness was still clear, but he found that he was completely unable to move.

All the flesh in the body has been controlled.

Luo Ling watched all this silently. She didn't seem to be fighting, just a spectator.

The artist struggled. He killed his own controlled flesh and blood, and then used "eternal life" to renew it, and only then did he briefly regain control of himself.

But how can we prevent ourselves from being dominated by others by doing this?

"Oh, this is the "power"..."

In Luo Ling's vision, the traces of "immortality" were clearly visible, and it was indeed very powerful. Except for using "devouring" to forcibly cut off the connection with a certain existence, all her abilities could not affect the "power".

And "devouring" is also power, and only power can fight against power.

"But, unfortunately...it doesn't belong to you." Luo Ling said softly.

Possession and use are two different concepts.

If the artist possessed the power of "eternal life", Luo Ling's "complete control" would not work.

But now, she looked at the artist as if she were watching an ant caught in a hunting net, struggling and resisting in vain.

...This is the 49th in the strange sequence, "Puppet Song" of "Silence".

At this time, Luo Ling was just a nascent form, not even a complete form, let alone a peak form.

It is already possible to manipulate a high-level awakener who can use "power" at will.

But Luo Ling did not feel excited about this, instead he felt a little sad.

It was not until this moment that she truly realized how powerful "Puppet Song" was, and how pathetic Ji Ying's struggle was in the face of such a being.

Another point.

"In the state of 'complete control', flesh and blood will not be replaced by mycelium..."

Looking at the struggling artist, Luo Ling felt like crying.

This is "complete control", the most perfect, the most impeccable...

replace.

"You lost."

Luo Ling slowly raised her head and looked at the artist with indifference in her white eyes.

"...hehe."

The artist wanted to grin, but when he was "completely dominated", he couldn't even smile.

Looking at Luo Ling, he seemed to understand something, his eyes full of mockery.

"Yes, I lost. But... you didn't win either.

"It's not just me who's been defeated, it's you too!"

"Eternal Life" allowed him to escape from control for a short time, and he laughed out loud, with a mad laugh.

"You, too, lost."

He leaned over, his slightly bulging, strange eyeballs twisted, filled with mocking pity.

"I was just thinking about how much you paid to get such a powerful force.

"Now I understand, the price you pay is fate..."

Like a curse, or like a judgment, he pointed at Luo Ling and said with a laugh,

"You can only be a slave to fate, forever, forever... you can never be free!"

"Is it fate..."

Luo Ling raised her head. In front of her was a monster that was several times larger than her, but she just watched calmly.

The next moment, she smiled.

The long silver-white hair turned black in an instant, and the palm, almost half of which was covered with green scales, was gently pressed on the monster's head. There were strange green lines between the eyebrows, and a pair of dark golden vertical pupils suddenly lit up.

The devil's blood-stained lips slightly raised up into a deadly smile.

"Very well, I want to see...how fate will fight me."

As he finished speaking, the artist's body collapsed inch by inch. After the "price" was exhausted, even "eternal life" could not save his death.

At the same time, the two "forbidden" gazes that fell here fluctuated violently, and then dissipated at an extremely fast speed.

The "Realm of Nothingness" quickly closed and swallowed up this last piece of pure land.

Everything falls silent.

......

"...the artist is dead."

The scientist stared into the distance in silence without saying a word.

Perhaps it was a mistake to choose to start in this precarious place. The train outside the boundary was a cage for everyone in the company, but so were they.