High Above Chapter 297

  Chapter 297 Inner Desire (24)

And the moment he saw this cocoon of the brain, Ian's eyes, ears and nose began to bleed, and the piercing pain directly pierced his brain and body from the nerve endings, and made him subconsciously take a step back to avoid the pain in his body. Convulsively convulsed.

   Even though Ian's will has been sharpened in battles and his body is even stronger, this is equivalent to attacking himself, and it is difficult to rely on physical strength to resist.

   "...using micro-current to stimulate my brain to affect nerves, causing my body to self-destruct, I really underestimate you."

He raised his hand and wiped away the blood from his eyes and nose. The psychic light in Ian's eyes became more intense, and the faint water color flowed, even covering his whole body: "I really can't let you leave this place, otherwise, what you brought The destruction could wipe out Port Harrison in an hour."

   Just like Dawn City, these high-level monsters and psionic monsters are so harmful.

  Even though the will of the hive has not yet reached the fourth energy level of the hundred-armed giant vine, its ability is even more dangerous. As long as the timing is right, all people who do not have the source of the source will be brainwashed by it to become a part of themselves.

  Even if it is a sublimator, it will be like Ian when facing it directly. If you are not careful, you will be injured or even lose control.

  Raised his hand, this time Ian did not approach with his sword, but picked up the water gun.

  Zi-collapse!

   Without any hesitation, he aimed and shot directly, and the water bomb with Isengard's corrosive blood shot across the air in a straight line, shooting towards the cocoon covering the brain of the hive.

   Whoosh whoosh—

   Seems to have sensed the danger of the waterline, and had no choice but to make a move. A few dark shadows suddenly rushed out, blocking the water flow and breaking it up.

  The aggressive blood melted the fronts of these shadows, but couldn't really destroy them.

   Sure enough. Ian narrowed his eyes. His psychic premonition just now told him that he must never approach the seemingly harmless brain of the hive rashly.

   And he observed the Frost Butterfly hidden in his hair on the top of his head. Sure enough, the little goblin was covered in black and red.

  There's an ambush there.

   It's also interesting to say that a goblin like Frost Butterfly, who doesn't have much self-will, is not affected by the will of the hive. Now she looks a little sluggish, just because she doesn't like the hot, humid and greasy environment of the hive.

Perhaps this is the ecology of the labyrinth. When the will of the worm nest grows stronger, the primitive fairies on the other side also become stronger. When the worm nest wants to occupy the entire relic group, these mindless little fairies will become its successor. biggest hindrance.

Standing in front of the brain of the worm nest were several distorted figures formed by the entanglement of strange flesh and blood, and this figure Ian was very familiar with. It was he who came out of the flesh and blood of the swamp crocodile to stop him when he was attacking the brain of the swamp crocodile. Flesh figure.

  Their bodies are composed of blood vessels, connective tissue, nerve tentacles and other fleshy roots, and the source comes from the biomass part of the insect nest.

These distorted creatures have no facial features and normal bodies. Their hands are not so much hands as they are protruding sharp claws, which are ugly and dangerous. On the fingertips of these slender sharp claws, there is a drop Drops of highly toxic liquid dripping.

  They are the last line of defense guarding the will of the hive.

  The fragile line of defense.

  Now that the enemy has appeared, the most dangerous moment has passed. Ian put down the water gun and held the Chongyuan iron sword tightly with his backhand.

   Immediately afterwards, he stepped forward to sign the pledge, and swept his sword, swinging towards the three flesh and blood figures in front of him who were about to pounce.

  Boom! As Ian swung his sword, dust rose from the center of the lair. It was a sign that the crystal debris and rock debris on the ground were attracted by the violent vibration of the earth element. The flesh and blood humanoid roared and rushed forward, trying to block the boy The offensive, but only a light golden sword light can be seen splitting the diffuse dust mist, and smashing down towards their bodies that are comparable to metal.

   Bang! There was a dull bang, and before the leader's tentacles of flesh and blood could do anything, his upper body was blown away by Ian's all-out blow, just like a watermelon being smashed by a professional baseball player with a bat. open.

   To be honest, Ian felt very good when he encountered this kind of target for the first time.

And at the same moment when the leader's flesh and blood figure was smashed into the air, the young man twisted his waist smoothly again. He turned back with a sword, and accurately slashed at the monster that had already circled behind him, tilting the flesh and blood figure on the spot. Split diagonally.

   There was only the last flesh-and-blood humanoid guard left, and Ian let out a breath. He was a little tired, and the shattering pain in his chest was continuously coming.

  If it was an ordinary first energy level, it would probably be at the end of its battle at this moment... Uh, no, it should have died long ago.

After all, he had fought with Patrick for a while before, and was hit by the alchemy cannon. Now he can kill two flesh-and-blood human figures of the first level with two swords. With the core of the ancient dragon continuously providing source quality recovery, otherwise, it would be impossible to strike twice in a row.

After all, the weakness of Fudo Castle is that it cannot fly and move fast, and all the ruins and mazes in this world are located deep in the earth or in a closed environment, and they are even fixed like the will of the insect nest in front of them. Target.

  In that case, what weakness does the Fudo Fortified City series have?

   Push it horizontally and you're done!

   "Well, it's not a big problem. The lungs were not pierced by bone slag. After all, my lungs have also been strengthened to the point where they are almost tough rubber, and my internal organs cannot be hurt by ordinary injuries."

   After sensing the situation inside his body, Ian prepared to cheer up and kill the last flesh and blood humanoid.

  But when he looked at the flesh and blood figure on the other side who was about to attack him sneakily, he was slightly stunned for a moment.

  Because of the other person's face.

  It was a face that gathered some of the characteristics of Hilliard, Elder Purdue, Isengard, and Master Gosse... This face is still changing, changing with Ian's emotions and shakes.

  clang!

  Slashing the opponent open with a sword, Ian didn't hold back anything, and even subconsciously increased his strength, directly chopping off the flesh and blood figure's head and half of his chest.

  How could he be shaken by such a trivial matter, let alone only a part, even if he looks exactly like the teacher? Instead, he would only slash more fiercely and fiercely!

  Can't even catch his sword, how dare you pretend to be a teacher? !

   But he was indeed stunned for a moment.

   This is the opportunity.

  The long-awaited will of the hive penetrated the psychic tentacles into the crack, and made contact with Ian's spirit.

…It's a wonderful feeling, like sitting quietly at a small table by the window with someone you like in the afternoon and chatting quietly, like wandering the street with your best friends in the middle of the night…like spending time with your family every day.

  In a moment of stinging pain, layers of phantoms began to appear in front of his eyes, and the surrounding scenery went back to a thousand years ago in an instant.

  In the wandering dream fire, the memory burned violently, turning into a clear and persistent illusion.

   Immediately, the singing was melodious.

  Youth saw and heard.

  In a grand gathering, in the underground ecological circle, Sequoia tribesmen wearing four-color costumes are singing a song in unison.

Everyone is singing, and the four major tribes are harmonious like a family. They miss the vast world that has never been seen before, and only remains in the ancestral information bank. The real hometown that has changed drastically.

  A blond boy, led by his mother, sat in a corner of the grass, smiling and watching the big screen in mid-air.

  There are blue sky and green sea, stars and double moons, tumbling tides, and snow and ice.

He also sang, gazing at the green grassland, the lush forest, the chirping birds on the branches, the giant whale singing in the sea, those scenes were reflected in his sky blue eyes, showing an indescribable desire.

  —Blue sky, green sea, chirping insects, singing whales, flying birds, white sandy beaches, bright sun...

as well as…

  The stars all over the sky.

  Longing, longing for all of this, wishing to hold everything in my arms, wishing to witness everything with my own eyes.

  (end of this chapter)

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