"However, I can share my senses with you." Zeluo continued, "Just like you and Valentina did in the Blasphemer mecha."
"What?! Wait a minute..." Before Ke Lan could refuse, he felt that the "stomach" close to his back had changed. Countless tiny thorns grew out of the inside of the stomach and pierced it. His skin and muscles, as well as the ligaments in the intervertebral space, penetrated deep into the spinal cord and were connected to his nerve center.
The discomfort lasted for less than a second. After the connection was completed, Ke Lan felt that this "living armor stomach" was no longer like a "thing worn on the body", but more like his limbs. a part of.
But just after the consciousnesses of Ze Luo and Ke Lan were completely connected, Ke Lan suddenly felt the headache that Ze Luo had just described - this was not an ordinary headache at all. Ke Lan felt as if his brain was about to split... ...It's as if something is trying to come out of the depths of my brain.
Ke Lan originally thought that he had a high resistance to headaches. After all, every time he used and stopped his skills, his brain had to endure the kind of colic that ordinary people could not imagine... It felt like someone was there. It was like stirring his brain and scratching his spine with a blade... But now, the pain Ke Lan felt from Ze Luo was countless times more intense than this.
Only Ze Luo can show no pressure in this level of severe pain - for her, her face is just a little pale, but for others, I am afraid that the body's self-protection mechanism has been triggered. Passed out.
Ke Lan's tolerance was not as strong as Ze Luo's. The moment the severe pain struck, he knelt down and the polymer knee pads on his legs hit the metal floor heavily, making a crisp sound.
"Ke Lan! What's wrong with you?!" Thirty-three were suddenly startled and reached out to support Ke Lan. Akira Asano drew out his sword and protected the two of them behind him.
"I... I'm fine... I just experienced what Ze Luo felt just now..." Ke Lan shook his head, which was still a little dizzy, and stood up holding his forehead - he couldn't bear the drama deep in his head. The moment Ze Luo knelt down in pain, she had already cut off the sharing of senses between them. If her actions had been half a second later, Ke Lan would have fallen into a coma by now.
"Is it that exaggerated?" Thirty-three whispered, "Since I've known you, this is the first time I've seen you look so embarrassed."
"It's not an exaggeration at all. The pain has gone beyond the limit that human senses can bear." Ke Lan took a few long breaths and then recovered. "To put it in a more artistic way, it's as if the soul is about to be torn apart." Like cracked'."
Thirty-three subconsciously turned his attention to the closed air-tight door leading to the bridge near the corridor, and said solemnly: "Otherwise, we should retreat... I am not afraid of death, I just think that we can still There are more important things to do."
"No, I think we should go in." Ke Lan stood up straight and looked directly at the door leading to the bridge.
"Why?"
"If the thing in the bridge can easily kill us, why does it need to use the 'Shaojiang modified' plasma main gun? Moreover, if its power is really that terrifying, even if we turn around and run away now , you can’t escape either." Ke Lan said.
"Hey... after you said that, I seem to think that the things inside are not so scary." Thirty-three suddenly smiled, "That's right, this guy still needs the power of the battleship made by Ark, then It means that its body...maybe actually very weak..."
"Let's go."
Ke Lan walked past Asano Akira, who was holding a knife, and walked to the airtight door.
He did not use violent means to break open the airtight door, he just put his palm on the door panel.
What Ze Luo and Ke Lan share is not only their senses, but also the ability to control space that is like cheating.
An inconspicuous electric spark flashed on the circuit board inside the air-tight door, and then the precise mechanical structure began to move. With the sound of the door latch retracting, the thick air-tight door slid in. in the side wall.
The bridge of the "Shaojiang Kai" frigate was completely displayed in Ke Lan's field of vision.
Compared with other parts of the severely damaged battleship, the bridge facilities were surprisingly intact. Most of the semi-circular surveillance windows covering the dome were still functioning normally, faithfully presenting the outside scene on the screen. .
Including the corridor where Ke Lan and the others came in, countless vines gathered from all corners of the bridge toward the middle, and finally entangled themselves into a cocoon-like object where the captain's seat was. Through the gaps in the vines, It can be seen that what is imprisoned in the cocoon is a human being - or rather, a thing that was once a human being.
"It"'s body is covered with torn wounds, and small transparent tentacles protrude from these wounds, rhythmically moving like water plants at the bottom of the lake. A large amount of viscous liquid flows along the ravines and gaps in the vine cocoon, Finally, it dropped to the ground... The sound Asano Akira heard in the corridor before was obviously made by this "thing".
There was no clothing on this human body, and the facial features were completely distorted. It was impossible to determine his original identity based on these features alone.
With a thought in Ke Lan's mind, a pair of invisible big hands immediately pulled the vine cocoon apart, and the "human body" wrapped in the vines lost its support and fell out with a "snap" sound. On the ground.
The flesh of "it" seemed to be very fragile. When it fell to the ground, the flesh and blood on its body burst open. The farthest piece even flew to a place less than five meters away from Ke Lan's feet - but almost at the same time, The pieces of flesh that flew out squirmed and crawled back, once again attached to the humanoid skeleton.
"What monster?" Thirty-three narrowed his eyes, raised his gun to aim with one hand, and held dozens of suspended black flying blades in the other hand, ready to go.
For some reason, Ke Lan suddenly had a very strange feeling in his heart: This person is still alive... and "it" still retains the consciousness and memory of being a human being.
But "it" is already a completely different thing from human beings. "It" just knows that it was once a "human being".
After the physical reorganization was completed, the human body lying on the ground raised its head with some effort, and the pair of cloudy and misplaced eyes immediately met Ke Lan's field of vision.
The moment their eyes met, a large number of memory fragments poured into Ke Lan's mind!
"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road, whenever he meets someone he knows, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There was no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they were indifferent to everything.
To this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, there are also some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
Then he will be promoted step by step, and he is expected to eventually become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possessing the memory of a previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Unlike other places in the Demon Suppressing Division that were full of chills, the attic here seemed to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppressing Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment changes in vain.
The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, making him frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Demon-Suppressing Division.
