Two thousand seven hundred meters in the air.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" Giorno Joni was trying his best to break free from Ruan Batian's arms.
However, Ruan Batian had already learned the previous lesson. He contracted all the body fluids in his body and hugged Giorno Joni tightly with his arms like rocks, not giving him a chance to exert force. Fighting requires energy, and Ruan Batian doesn't want to spend too much time on a prey, otherwise the gain will outweigh the loss.
Two thousand five hundred meters in the air.
"I won't die so easily! (English)" Giorno Gioni shouted angrily.
Derived state! Octopus habits!
Giorno Joni suddenly shrank nearly ten times in size and fell directly out of Ruan Batian's arms.
Derived state! Cassowary habits!
Giorno Joni, who had regained his shape, kicked Ruan Batian more than ten meters away.
Derived state! The habits of the sparrow-tailed mantis shrimp!
Giorno Joni struck out with both fists, and the terrifying power of the fists gathered into a silver hurricane and blew towards Ruan Batian, and his huge body was instantly torn into pieces all over the sky.
"Phew, done. (English)" Giorno Gianni breathed out. The continuous switching of the ecological habits of the three creatures took a lot of damage on him, especially the last move of the bird-tailed mantis punch, which directly hit his arm. The bones are all broken and cannot be repaired in a short time.
One thousand nine hundred meters in the air.
Giorno Gianni stared at the ground in a daze.
One thousand five hundred meters in the air.
Giorno Joni suddenly broke into a cold sweat involuntarily. Only then did he realize that something was wrong. His arms could no longer move. It was impossible to use the Bird Tail Mantis Punch to relieve the impact of landing.
One thousand two hundred meters in the air.
As he got closer and closer to the ground, the strong updraft blew Giorno Gioni's hair upside down, but he still couldn't figure out a way to escape. The flying squirrel relied on flying membranes to glide. Giorno Gianni could only use the clothes on his body to replace the flying membranes, but the impact of landing was so strong that he was afraid that the clothes would be burst by the airflow as soon as they were lifted up.
One thousand hundred meters in the air.
The fierce air friction caused green smoke to rise from Giorno Gioni's clothes. He could already see the pedestrians on the ground. According to his current trajectory, he would inevitably crash into the commercial street, and there would be casualties. But he's not the only one.
Eight hundred meters in the air.
Derived state! Pufferfish habits!
Giorno Gianni's belly suddenly expanded three times in size and became like a balloon. However, the speed of his fall did not slow down much. All that was sucked into his stomach was ordinary air, which produced limited buoyancy. But Giorno Gianni really couldn't think of any other way.
Five hundred meters in the air.
Derived state! Red-spotted salamander & gecko & puffer fish habits!
Two hundred meters in the air.
When he was about to land, Giorno Gianni, who was in a hurry, spit out all the air stored in his stomach towards the ground, and the speed of his fall suddenly slowed down a lot. In the end, Giorno Gianni crashed into a fountain. The statue in the fountain was knocked to pieces. Giorno Gianni was not much better. His whole body was covered with bruises and he could not get back up, but at least his life was saved.
Giorno Gianni lay in the pool for five minutes before he managed to escape the danger of his life thanks to the regenerative power of the red-spotted salamander and the gecko. Giorno Gianni shook his wet hair and climbed out of the pool.
Suddenly, he smelled a strong and pungent smell of blood. He couldn't help but shudder. Only then did he realize that something was wrong. The street was too quiet! He clearly remembered that the place where he fell was in the commercial street. How could no one come to watch when he made such a big fuss? This was so weird! He raised his head and looked around, and his heart suddenly felt cold:
The whole street is full of human corpses! Active blood clots of different sizes clung to these corpses like locusts, munching away crazily.
While Giorno Gianni was recovering from his injuries and in coma, there was another rain of blood in the sky. Anyone who was hit by the rain of blood was quickly devoured into skeletons. The few people who survived wanted to save them. Relatives and friends, but the Clay Bodhisattva cannot protect himself when crossing the river.
Giorno Gianni roared angrily. This monster was not dead yet. He had beaten him to a pulp while he was in heaven, but he still couldn't kill him even though he was like this!
The roar attracted the attention of these active blood clots. They were all part of Ruan Batian's body. Since they were incomplete, they had no ability to sense life energy and could only rely on instinct to devour the surrounding flesh and blood. Only then did Zang Zang Giorno Gianni, who was in the water, escaped death.
Giorno Gianni wanted to rush forward and destroy them, but he quickly stopped. He flinched a little. He really couldn't think of a way to completely eliminate this monster. Now that he was seriously injured and had not recovered, he could only use his best. It was 50% of its usual strength, and the monster's regeneration ability was really unfathomable. If he continued to use it up, he might have to explain himself here. He didn't want to become one of these active blood clots.
Just as he hesitated, these active blood clots had already surrounded him and pounced on him one after another.
Superpower Association Headquarters.
The help hotline was almost overwhelmed. Romson Dikan looked helplessly at Mr. Sky Eye, who had an ugly face. After all, he could not withstand the pressure from the outside world and sent out the strongest combat force currently left in the headquarters. Clinton Catherine.
"I didn't expect Vice President Giorno to be so unhelpful. It seems that he has stayed in the office and pampered himself for too long. (English)" Wellington Catherine said sarcastically, stood up and left the meeting room.
"It actually puts Vice President Giorno into a tough fight. It seems like this monster is not simple. (English)" Stajie said nonstop.
"It doesn't matter if it's simple, even Mr. Catherine has taken action, so what's there to worry about? (English)" A girl with a single ponytail wearing black-rimmed glasses said casually while playing with her mobile phone.
This woman's name is Shayero, a native of J country. She is the youngest association member present, only 24 years old, and a person with brain development ability in the late stage of level 5. Originally, with her qualifications and ability development level, she was not qualified to sit in this conference hall, but her ability could ensure the safety of the association headquarters.
Shayero has a high-level ability such as A - Absolute Domain. The holder can add fixed conditions to the surrounding area. The more favorable the conditions are to the self, the narrower the area it can affect and the shorter the duration, for example. Saying that no one with superpowers other than herself can use their powers is the condition she added now, and the scope of influence covers the entire headquarters of the Superpower Association, but this condition has little impact on those with physical abilities.
"I hope so. (English)" sighed Romson Deacon.
"Vice President Romson, you don't seem very happy? (English)" Zlatan Henry asked in surprise when he saw Romson Dikan looking sad.
"It's nothing, just a little uneasy. (English)" Romson Deacon replied casually. In fact, he was just regretting that the monster failed to kill Giorno Gioni.
Delica Commercial Street.
Since Ruan Batian's active blood clots could not find food nearby, they all gathered together and began to splice and fuse with each other, preparing to return to their original appearance.
At this moment, Giorno Gianni returned. He brought two barrels of peanut oil from a nearby supermarket, poured it all over the active blood clots, and then threw a lit match in, However, it did not burn.
"Why is this happening? Why can't it burn? (English)" Giorno Gioni asked in surprise.
In fact, it's not that it can't burn, it's just that the ignition point of cooking oil is too high and it's not flammable. Fortunately, although Giorno Gianni didn't have much chemistry knowledge, he still had enough brains. He bought a few bottles of vodka from the supermarket, poured it on the blood clot, and then repeated the same trick and threw another match. Go in. This time the effect was outstanding, all the blood clots gathered together burned, and soon turned into a raging fire.
Giorno Gianni was overjoyed, but he didn't believe that the monster could not be killed by burning. No living thing could resist high temperature. He stopped there for a long time, and after confirming that he could no longer feel any life energy in the fire, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Although many citizens were killed and injured, fortunately, he eliminated the monster in the end. If he had not been able to eliminate the monster despite such heavy casualties, his reputation would have hit rock bottom. The position of vice president It's definitely not safe.
Giorno Gianni smiled happily, and just about to turn around and leave, his smile suddenly froze. He turned back suddenly, and two pillars of blood cut off both of his arms. Ruan Batian, whose whole body was charred, rushed out of the fire, and his thick arms strangled Giorno Joni's neck.
Derived state! Armadillo habits!
Derived state! Red-spotted salamander habits!
Flesh-pink scales once again covered Giorno Gioni's body, but the wound on his broken arm was still bleeding. Even the habit of the red-spotted salamander could not stop the bleeding in a short time. Ruan Batian hit his severed arm with one blow, and Giorno Joni suddenly screamed in agony. This monster could even pretend to be dead, so how could he not see his weakness.
Giorno Gianni was in agony. He never thought that he would lose his life because of his bravery. After struggling for a long time, he couldn't even scream. Ruan Batian's teeth contained toxins with a paralyzing effect. Those with advanced level 6 physical abilities can only watch helplessly as they are disemboweled and eaten, without the ability to resist.
Ruan Batian was huge, two feet tall. Giorno Joni's body was quickly eaten clean. He sat on the ground and rubbed his round belly. There was a brief confusion in his eyes, and his mouth He opened and closed the words, and managed to speak the human language: "Small bowl, small bowl, small bowl. (Danyi language)"
Ruan Batian's scalded skin began to become shriveled, like a snake shedding its skin, shedding the blackened skin. As time went by, not only the outer skin, but also the flesh and blood of Ruan Batian's whole body shriveled up, including his eyes and bones. His whole body was wrapped in a thick skin bag, like a pupa.
On the other hand, Wellington Catherine took a taxi and came to the vicinity of Dilica Commercial Street. After some questioning, he slowly walked in the direction of Ruan Batian, and dazzling light spots were in his eyes. Behind them, there is a constant flow of light, no different from the brilliance of the sun.
Wellington Catherine, at the early stage of level 7, is the holder of the A-level high-level superpower Infinite Light. On the surface, Wellington Catherine is a frivolous and mean person, but underneath she is unexpectedly cautious. Although she has not yet encountered a monster, she has already begun to accumulate light energy. Although he said bad things about Giorno Gianni, he knew in his heart that Giorno Gianni was indeed a strong man. It would not be an exaggeration to say that he was the number one person below level 7. Even he found it difficult to deal with. The opponent will definitely not be much weaker.
The strength of elemental users is greatly affected by environmental factors. It is now half past two in the afternoon, and the sun's rays are no longer as strong as at noon. If it were at noon, Wellington Catherine would not be too lazy to do any energy storage work. At noon, he can control the light energy to the maximum extent and completely No need to worry about light energy consumption.
He walked very slowly, and it took him more than ten minutes to walk to the street with piles of corpses. When he saw the tragic scene in front of him, he couldn't help but took a breath and murmured to himself: "It's so cruel. .(English)"
At this time, Wellington Catherine's back was already shining brightly. If an ordinary person stood behind him, they would be blinded. Fortunately, there are no more living people on the street. Those who were lucky enough to escape have been hiding long ago. How dare they come here to seek death?
