"It's done...[Mom] is coming."
Wei Curcuma looked at such a being, and inexplicably thought of Yu Zhiyu's last words before she lost her ability to speak. Is this demon god the "mother" in her mouth? !
With such a preconception, Wei Curcuma suddenly thought of what the pink flesh with blood was.
"If this demon is [Mother], then this is [Umbilical Cord]?"
The huge demon moved, and its giant claws grasped the withered hand that was holding Yu Zhiyu. The arm that could tear an entire layer of reinforced concrete was now like a stick in the demon's giant claws. Struggling feebly like a French fries, the giant claw closed in without any sway, and then broke it easily.
As the withered arm was broken, a huge amount of black blood sprayed out, strangely but without any sound. Such a violent collision of forces made no sound at all, and the contrast with the exaggerated result was so uncomfortable that it made people want to vomit blood.
An unpleasant feeling arose in Wei Curcuma's heart.
The horse head just hissed, and the effect of "all beings cannot make a sound" was still effective. Even the devil could not be exempted from it. This was not a good sign.
The demon's other hand moved, as fast as lightning, and reached towards the horse's head, which broke the silence with a neighing sound.
In such a terrifying and unreasonable situation, a small existence was naturally temporarily ignored.
Wei Curcuma quickly approached Yu Zhiyu who was placed on the ground, picked up her body covered in blood with one arm, and quickly left the center of the chaos like a wounded beast.
His judgment was undoubtedly the most correct, because his decisive action did not waste a single opportunity. It was indeed a one-in-10,000 chance for ordinary people in such chaos.
He fell weakly to the ground, and the pain from the fracture in his right arm made him lose his balance. He only rushed a short distance before rolling to the ground in embarrassment with the girl in his arms.
The second contact between the demon and the monster began.
Completely different from the first time, this time the collision had a powerful sound wave. The huge sound impacted the surrounding environment like a substance. The waxed gym floor flew up layer by layer and was then rolled up into the air and torn into pieces. .
Wei Curcuma didn't look back. He ran wildly with Yu Zhiyu in his arms, and finally fell to the ground. The girl in his arms also rolled with his fall, which made her unconscious wake up from the pain.
Thanks to Wei Curcuma's decisive and fast movements, they were barely away from the scope of the aftermath. Yu Zhiyu and he reluctantly raised their heads, and then saw the aftermath of that contact.
The Demon God had an absolute advantage. He grabbed the skinny corpse with one hand, and the other hand had already been dug into the skull of the human-faced horse head. Red, white, and yellow all sprayed out like a waterfall, followed by food. The horse screamed in pain, which was in sharp contrast to the silent demon.
"Is that thing going to win? Are we going to be saved?"
Wei Curcuma squinted his eyes and stared at the battlefield while asking Yu Zhiyu, but the latter shook his head slightly.
She was speechless, but at this moment she understood what had just happened. It was the boy in front of her with a broken arm who rescued her from the center of the battlefield like a tiger's mouth. When she looked at Wei Curcuma's back, her expression changed. It has to be a little complicated.
"Wait, something is wrong..."
Wei Zeshu stared at the situation, but found some strange details, such as why the devil's hand has not been able to pull out of the horse's head at this moment, and...
“Boom…..Boom…..Boom…..”
Whose is this slow and heavy heartbeat?
This heartbeat has been there since I don't know when, and it has gradually become stronger. The most terrifying thing is that it can also drive the heart in my chest to resonate together.
"Dong dong...dong dong...dong dong..."
Every time the sound of heartbeat came, Wei Curcuma's heart would twitch tightly.
He had too many questions to ask, but it was obviously not a good time to ask questions at this moment. He turned around and wanted to pick up the girl and keep her away.
But this time he got nothing, and Yu Zhiyu disappeared without knowing when.
"Again?!"
Wei Curcuma took a deep breath and forced himself to regain his composure, which was so tense that it was almost broken.
He turned to look at the huge demon god, who seemed to have received some supplement and tried harder to pull out his arm, but soon, a continuous twisting sound came from the horse's head, and as that The heartbeat was inexplicably accelerated and clear, and the demon's right hand was thrown out like garbage.
The originally huge and powerful claws were now so twisted that their original appearance could not be seen, and they were completely fragmented.
"Dong dong...dong dong...dong dong...dong dong...dong dong..."
The sound of the heart is more urgent, more urgent, more urgent, more urgent!
Wei Curcuma held his chest tightly, gasping for air like a fish that was about to die of thirst, but even so, he still had the illusion of being deprived of oxygen, and his back arched unconsciously. With bulging veins in his left hand, he clenched the clothes on his chest tightly, not even noticing that the fabric was being torn.
What's coming?
Something is coming,
What do you want? It's coming. What's coming? What's coming?
Something is coming, something is coming, something is coming, something is coming! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
Bloody, horrific monsters, spiders with human hands, black babies, yellow teeth in the horse's head,
I heard the neighing of wild horses in the wilderness, the prayers of spiders with thousands of hands and eyes, I heard the burning of flames, and the singing of Sanskrit music mixed with the pipe organ of the choir.
"Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom,"
I hear, I hear the heartbeat, I hear the heartbeat, I hear the heartbeat, I hear the heartbeat, I hear the heartbeat! ! ! ! ! !
The amniotic fluid breaks, and the flowing blood mixes with the amniotic fluid, flows, seeps, and dries up.
Suddenly, the baby's cry
"Wow--------"
The huge baby cries, as if to indicate the birth of something.
Wuxia, a pure white slender human figure, slowly walked out from the pool of broken flesh and blood.
The dark corpse of a baby, the spiders made of countless body parts, and the clusters of eyes like ripe and rotten grapes trembled and lost the focus of their pupils.
The horse neighed in pain with its head turned outward and its gums covered with uneven human teeth. It lowered its head and looked down, stopped neighing in pain, but quietly trembled and cried, and large crystal tears fell from its pupils. It lowered its head, leaving the hole in its broken skull open, as if it was falling into some kind of joyful cry.
All of the above are intertwined with each other, but the existence born in the skull seems so dustless and spotless. It walked out quietly, as if all the filth had faded away.
As she stepped forward, all the monster complexes behind her completely lost their vitality. They condensed into a ball of filthy flesh and blood and fell to the ground in a free fall.
"Crack."
The flesh and blood that had lost its vitality did not have the same strength as before. It rotted like mud due to gravity, and a huge black and red flower of flesh and blood bloomed.
what is that? God?
Wei Curcuma could not feel any oppression. The flawless figure could not be described in words. It was just a quiet glance. The demon's right hand disappeared inch by inch, while the attacking left hand was lightly caught by it and then torn off. .
The huge left arm was mixed with blood and lacerated wounds, and hit the floor of the stadium heavily, raising dust and smoke. The god did not pay attention to all the existences, it just raised its head on its own, and there was a huge hole. Instantly appeared on the high dome of the stadium.
There was no rain falling on the damaged gap, but pure blackness.
Following the movements of this pure white figure, the black screen became violently convex and convex, but it was still not broken.
"The black curtain wasn't created by it? Is it trapped here too?"
Wei Curcuma held his breath, not daring to expose himself to anything that would be noticed. He was secretly looking forward to it.
"So that's it."
A pure white man, no, it would be more appropriate to call him a god, looking at the black curtain and talking to himself.
The hands of the Demon God on the other side were completely useless, but the single-eyed light wheel above the Demon God's head suddenly burst into intense bright red, and an extremely slender red line quickly shuttled out, piercing through the newly born god. The red line penetrated without any hindrance. , and then quickly separated from the two weeks, passing by the god's body, and cutting open the entire stadium behind the god like a light curtain.
There is no obstacle, the metal melts, the cuts of the steel bars are smooth, and obvious traces of melting can be seen, such as chocolate, concrete and wood, no, it should be said that all combustible substances are quickly ignited.
Pierced...?
Wei Zeshu saw the [fact] of penetration with his own eyes, but the fact didn't happen?
There is no retrieval, no healing, and no reversal of time. The movements cannot be seen clearly, and how it works is completely unclear. Wei Curcuma can't see the process at all, only the results.
His hand seemed to be earlier than the red line, but also seemed to be later, and seemed to have blocked it long ago. The red line was shattered by his palm, and the few remaining scattered randomly from the gaps between the fingers, just a little splash. Let half of the stadium completely collapse.
Two different facts happened at the same time, but the results were very different.
The demon god disappeared, disappeared into thin air, and the pure white human form did not move at all. Is this a fact?
These two contradictory feelings that existed at the same time made Wei Curse frown, but Yu Zhiyu's silent appearance behind him made his pupils narrow.
"What did it do? Why did the demon disappear? Why did you disappear and reappear?"
Wei Curcuma has countless question marks, but now is obviously not a good time to ask questions.
"Causation, it interferes with cause and effect."
Yu Zhiyu's expression was filled with inexplicable fear. The black curtain above the stadium suddenly collapsed, and the viscous black liquid tilted like a splash of ink, as if the black curtain could finally bear the weight.
The dark liquid splashed endlessly on the pure white human figure, but when the dark viscous liquid fell to the ground, it disappeared, like an illusory black ocean.
