The moment their eyes met, Weinerson subconsciously bent over and rolled forward with his knees in his arms.
brush!
Two silvery-white rays of light stuck against the inner wall of the carriage and flew past quickly and sharply. Their position and height were exactly in the direction of Weinerson's back.
when! when! when!
Sharp echoes came from behind, like the sound of a violent collision between concrete floor and steel.
Wrapped in all directions by his spiritual power, Weinerson rolled, jumped sideways, or jumped forward, jumping up and down in the carriage with unusual agility.
At the same time, from the corner of his eye, he saw several slippery tentacles behind him, following them closely at a speed not much slower than his own. While breaking the silvery light that was flying towards them, he stretched out the evil claws of desire.
"So fast!"
"There's no way to escape if this continues!"
As his thoughts raced, the tentacles came into view, and several squirming thorns grew on the surface. Weinerson stretched out his left hand and pushed hard on the wall of the train. He jumped into the air and changed directions drastically. .
At this moment, he heard the sound of brushing again, and a crescent-like silvery light flashed past his head. There was a pop, and smelly blood spattered onto his ankle. Then there was a sudden burst of pain!
corrosion? Tentacles with corrosive power in their blood?
Weinerson's heart froze. As soon as he landed, he endured the pain and rolled over again, keeping a safe distance. At the same time, he inhaled sharply and controlled the two high-speed rotating bullets to shoot back, towards the person who was mentally injured. On the behemoth locked by force.
go--
The bullets that rotated at high speed, wrapped in mental power, generated a speed that was enough to pierce the void, and instantly submerged into the "thing" hidden in the darkness behind.
"Let's see if you die!"
Weinason charged up and jumped quickly. Without any distortion of flesh and blood on the car roof, he snapped his fingers in the gap between the silvery glory!
"burst!"
Boom——
Violent explosions resounded throughout the carriage, and violent heat waves swept over in circles. The tables and chairs behind were blown away and shattered into pieces, and red flames rose up.
The illusive fiery red roses spread upwards and reached the roof of the car, forming a thin barrier of flames before scattering down like raindrops.
In such a "red rain", the faces above the car roof bulged like water pipes, their eyes gradually turned white, their bright red tongues covered with wriggling granules stuck out, and thick, fishy, turbid saliva flowed along the trachea, mouth, and The lips kept dripping until they disintegrated into pieces and scattered all over the floor.
Among them, one eyeball rolled to Weinersen's feet. After struggling for a few times, it finally became calm.
At this moment, he only felt that his spirituality became more lively, his mental power became more vigorous, and the power in his body that was not completely his was getting closer to some extent.
Is it the feeling of blasphemous solitaire digestion?
Weinerson didn't know the specific feeling of digesting the Blasphemous Cards, but based on his current state, he was 100% sure.
I didn't expect that in extreme battles, blasphemy cards can also be digested. The rumors from the ancient times are indeed correct. The Sequence Path 9 Spirit Master is one of the most offensive priests.
He followed this feeling and quickly understood. He took out three new yellow bullets from his pocket with his left hand, threw it into the air and controlled it with his mental power. With his right hand, he took off the half-top hat on his head and pressed it on his chest. He bowed slightly and saluted the lady carrying a long suitcase and wearing a monocle.
"Beautiful lady, thank you for the rescue just now."
The lady's cold eyes looked over. She did not speak, but looked past Weinerson and fell on the pile of burning flames behind. The small and exquisite monocle gradually reflected a furry yellow " Stuff.”
Snapped! Snapped! Snapped!
Rounds of fast-paced applause suddenly sounded, just like praising a wonderful drama performance, and from the applause, a childish voice specifically for children sounded.
"Haha, wonderful, such a wonderful drama."
"But it's a pity that a semi-mythical projection was wasted by watching a drama. Big brother, as compensation, you have to watch another drama with me!"
One wave is not over, another wave is rising!
Weinerson turned his head expressionlessly. With the blessing of his spiritual vision, in the illusory firelight, he saw a little mixed-race girl who looked like a porcelain doll, holding a big fluffy yellow dog, standing on the pile of burnt corpses. Above flesh and blood.
The big, royal-colored dog was squatting over there. Its mouth was half-open, revealing a sharp canine tooth. On each canine, there were still dark red traces like rust, as if it had just eaten the flesh and blood without cleaning it. look like.
Uh...big yellow dog?
No, no, that's not a dog, that's a devil!
The moment he reacted, Weinerson's hair stood on end, knowing that something bad had happened to him.
Within his sight, the carriage that had been destroyed just now had been restored to its original state. There was no abnormality in the tables, cloth chairs, etc. Only the pile of remains of flesh and blood that had been burnt to coke was still there.
There's something strange. The carriage was clearly destroyed just now, but how could it be restored in the blink of an eye?
Could it be the little girl opposite, who has extraordinary powers of recovery?
That's not right. If so, why is only the scene restored but not the monster? Or can we only restore non-living objects?
Weinerson narrowed his eyes, and while thinking, he carefully looked ahead. He quickly searched in his mind for similar ways to restore extraordinary power, but found that his knowledge reserve was too small and he couldn't find it at all.
"It's the power of fantasy."
The lady carrying a long suitcase and wearing a monocle said something next to her. The silver-white stream of light converged on the monocle, as if absorbing all the surrounding light.
"There are four known ways to control the power of fantasy. I don't know which one she is on."
"It's amazing. Big sister actually knows about fantasy?"
The little mixed-race girl giggled and petted the grinning yellow-haired dog next to her.
"Now that eldest sister knows, how about you play with me first?"
As she spoke, she inserted her right hand into the pocket of the skirt and took out the rag doll in red clothes. As her little hand twisted the spring on the back of the rag doll, the surrounding closed spiritual wall immediately made a clicking sound. The next moment The illusory transparent wall shattered violently!
As the spiritual wall shattered, transparent light filled the place, and the entire carriage suddenly lit up, invisibly weaving into a door.
The mixed-race little girl stood at the door, but she seemed to be staying at the junction of another world. In front of her was the carriage of the extraordinary train, and behind was the vast fields. As the whistle sounded not far away, she jumped in.
"Sister, let's go up and play!"
The lady wearing the monocle didn't say anything. Her figure just shook for a moment and quickly disappeared. Her appearance was reflected in the car window glass directly in front, as well as several huge silvery lights flying into the door.
