heavy rain. green rain.
Arthur's ectoplasm formed an umbrella and he stood in the rain. A mountain of liquid above his head collapsed, and all the smelly liquid was crashing down.
This rain brings some heat, which is heated by the trajectory of blasphemy.
In such rain, Arthur used his ectoplasm to take out a cigarette from the cigarette box in his arms. He held the steel lighter with his hand, lit the cigarette and took a puff. He likes to have one after trouble.
Not far behind him, a flock of birds started flying on a tree, like sparkling waves shining in the air on the tree.
The mourning birds shook their dusty wings and finally left the big tree. They still have a journey to conquer.
Arthur blew out a puff of smoke: "God prefers explorers...
"But when God is foolish, I will make amends."
He never doubted that he could solve this problem perfectly, and he never forgot that he was the Ace-level leader of the association and a candidate for Joker.
The heavy rain stopped, his hand dropped, and he looked down to see Hydra's broken core trying to piece itself together. A small amount of hydra attempts to form its body.
Arthur didn't raise his gun again. Killing the guard is different from severely injuring it. The death of the guard may attract the attention of the dream owner.
Kicking the seriously injured core into the river, Arthur walked towards the Corridor of Eternal Sleep...
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Moonlight had never seen people with a sense of relaxation, but he didn't expect to see two relaxed people in such a place.
Sean and Arthur were chatting calmly by the fire. If the bonfire burning in front of them were firewood and the buildings around them were not generated by Shoggoths, people would suddenly think that they were having a picnic in the suburbs of the New Testament.
"We...should we hurry up?" The pianist still couldn't understand the state of mind of the enlightened person, and his heart was still tightly gripped by fear. "After all, Arthur seriously injured a guard and bribed an heir. ...That guy will know this sooner or later, right?..."
"That makes sense." Arthur said, "It's almost time to set off. However, before setting off, I need to teach you the key contents of this note..."
After a brief explanation with the help of the illustrations in the notes, the group extinguished the bonfire and set off.
Walking along the corridor to a low-lying area, I climbed out of a complex pipe and arrived at the ground surrounded by tall buildings.
The damp wall is covered with brightly colored moss, and the fleshy wrinkled wall outlines a pattern like a mountain range. It looks like a giant mural with unknown meaning.
The accumulated water in the dark alleyway turned into a pool of stagnant water. On the other side of the stagnant water, eyes like will-o'-the-wisps stared at the strange outsiders in the unclear darkness.
The aging Big Dream family members were dragging and crawling in the corner with their spinal cords. They have broken away from the frenzy given by the Dream Lord Essence, and instinctively want to return to the hard skull. Aged and no longer useful, they became something like hermit crabs in R'lye's bottom ecology. The steel helmets floating on the swampy river, the abandoned clay pots in the corners, they regard all the strange things they can find as their walking nests.
Two gray jerboa-like things flashed out from the corner, dragging down the Big Dream Familiar who was hiding in the clay pot. Two little gray-haired creatures bit the prey's backbone and pulled out the shrunken brain. This low-level creature named "Qieqie" has some strange dream-making ability. Every time it is frightened, it will grow more eyes and legs for escape, and its body is covered with redundant limbs. Too many blinks can make one dizzy. The two Qieqie were chewing with their heads down, their mouths full of gum. When they noticed someone passing by, they dragged their still twitching family members into a small place.
After passing through many airtight cracks, Sean and his party finally reached the edge of the city and crossed the Swamp River where Hydrar was dying. In front of them was a vast tundra. The tundra showed an oppressive blue-purple color, like a corpse lying in the endless morning mist.
Before the tundra, there is a large uplift of large basalt rocks. The interior of these rocks has been hollowed out, and the surface shows many irregular cavities. It looked like a bunch of bloated, festering sores on a corpse.
"This is a Forgettable's lair." As Arthur said, the hand-drawn map engraved in Sean's divine root space marked this place. "We have to pass through the nightmare wall on the edge of the tundra, and we must have Bilon in our hands. .”
The group walked into the cave and gradually entered the tundra underground. Occasionally there is an open window overhead, from which one can glimpse the gloomy sky of Raleye...
From the darkness deep in the cave, there was an intensive sound of grinding teeth.
I saw it, Forgettable. At this moment, these large insects are resting collectively. They are densely packed on a rock wall, each one is about the size of a fist.
The whole body of the Forsaken Man is an ash-like color with strange markings on its back. In the dark, they looked like vague, slow-moving faces.
This insect collects "binon" to feed the mother insect and bribe R'lyeh's supervisors. Bi Nong is the "nectar" secreted by plants that can be spawned by leaking soul surges. Its properties are similar to the original solution of Dream Master, but the concentration is extremely low, and it is mixed with various toxins and impurities. It can be regarded as an inferior "original solution". The bottom foragers are passionately in love with that stuff, and the gluttons have died from the poisonous needles of the Forsaken.
In the darkness, if you carefully observe the wriggling ghost faces on the rock wall, you can see a thin needle hanging from their "mandible", reflecting the gray color of death. The poisonous needle will cause a huge lump to bulge on the person's skin, and the lump will host some kind of small brain tissue. The "swollen brain" is connected to the nerves and produces weird nightmares day and night, which can torture people to madness. No one wants to be stung by a forgetful man.
These contents, the name of this strange insect species, and the method of crossing the edge of the tundra, were all recorded in Clark Stella's notes.
Not only that, the notes also record many tips and methods, such as how to drive away the Forsaken and how to collect Bino.
Arthur's fingers were assisting his mind in shaping the ectoplasm in the air, shaping some kind of strange "instrument". The instrument looked like a giant cow's stomach.
Then, Arthur inflated the gas into the cavity, trying to vibrate the thin sheets made of ectoplasm, while expelling the gas regularly:
"Tucker, here!... Tucker, here!" A low roar erupted from the cavity instrument in front of him. This is the roar of the Shoggoth, the builder and maintainer of R'lyeh. What the Forsaken fears most is this kind of selfless scavenger. The group of ghost faces became restless, and they made a noise, swarming like a swarm of locusts. Out of the crypt.
The passage leading to the interior was exposed, and from a distance you could see the heavy honey bag in the depths, glowing with green light. It hid in the darkness underground, like the stopped-beating green heart of a tundra corpse.
Going deeper, Moonlight was surprised to find that the bloated honey bag seemed to be a person who had been hung upside down.
His internal organs were hollowed out, and the Forsaken Man poured the bion collected from his lower body into his body, causing him to swell like a meat ball.
Moonlight stood a little further away, and he did not dare to look at the man's swollen face, which glowed green because his body was filled with bion.
"Hurry up, hurry up," he said.
Arthur squatted down, and the ectoplasm formed a small plectrum instrument, like a string of copper coins. He shook it gently, making a rustling sound like that of a female Forsaken Worm begging for honey...
What happened next made Moonlight scream in the darkness.
The Hanged Man's bloated lips opened and he let out a hoarse sigh. The viscous liquid with glistening green light poured out of his mouth, flowed across his forehead, and formed a thin line on the top of his head.
"He's still alive!?" Yueguang exclaimed.
"No, there are just some remaining nerve tissue to receive instructions to control the opening and closing of the mouth - they made this corpse into a kind of automatic container."
Arthur filled a bottle of Binon, gently shook the bracelet again, and the honeybag man closed his mouth.
Moonlight turned around. He boasted that he had been through a lot, but he couldn't help but feel nauseous after seeing this scene. He took a deep breath of smelling salts and ran out of the cave first.
