"There's something wrong..."
Isius' whole body trembled violently, and his body, which could heal no matter how severe the trauma, was cracking at an alarming speed, revealing the dark red flesh underneath that beat like a heart.
He first heard a headache-splitting murmur, and in a blink of an eye it turned into a heart-rending raving roaring in his ears.
He heard the never-ending dripping sound, extremely clear, as if it was flowing in his brain. The ominous thoughts, with a bone-gnawing coldness, crawled along the spine and throughout the body.
Sanity is being lost.
Isius became confused. He was in a heavily guarded camp and should have been very safe, but suddenly he felt extremely uneasy and frightened. The out-of-control and chaos that he felt when fighting Griffith was spreading and eroding like a living thing, even condensing a will and entity.
What shocked him even more was that the magic circle being activated actually outlined words and inscriptions that he didn't recognize at all, surrounded by a six-pointed star array with an evil aura!
Isius subconsciously screamed from the bottom of his heart. However, this scream did not make any sound, it was completely muffled in the throat. Even the Ghulam soldiers a few steps away were unaware of his abnormality.
Soon, blood-like liquid began to ooze out of the six-pointed star array on the ground, and terrifying foam of flesh and blood continued to overflow, accompanied by a weird roaring sound, as if something huge and strange was curling and struggling underground.
"Isius, are you ready?"
Oscar who was watching felt a little strange, so he asked. However, all he heard was the whistling wind from an unknown source, or the frantic breathing of a monster dormant in the abyss.
"Preparations are complete, you go to the battlefield." Isius suddenly heard himself speaking, or his own voice was coming out of his body. However, he clearly didn't say a word!
After receiving the "instructions", Oscar and others immediately said goodbye and left. The battle ahead is intense, and they must tear off the road to victory as planned.
Only Isius was left behind. With his body and will out of control, he helplessly called for his companions to stay, but received no response.
"Who is it?" he finally roared in horror, "Who is stealing my body!?"
"Steal?" Suddenly, a cold and unfamiliar voice came from somewhere. Along with the illusory and approaching footsteps, this voice is getting closer and closer.
Suddenly there was a strange sound and Xiangdong in the camp, and all the curtains fluttered like flags in the strong wind.
"You, the murderer who betrayed friendship,
"You, the thief who seeks to destroy the supreme seal,
"You, inferior copy made by foolish fanatics seeking immortality,
"What makes you dare to say such things and slander me who is so real?"
Isius's pupils suddenly shrank. He clearly saw Naira's figure emerging!
Naila was wearing a pure black dress, her white hair was as pure as snow, and her red eyes were filled with endless terrifying intimidation.
Isius, who was unable to move, was like a frog being stared at by a poisonous snake, with all the hairs on his body standing on end. He realized almost instinctively that the pendulum of his life was counting down.
"Stop bluffing!" Isius shouted wildly, cheering himself up in a voice that only he and Naira could hear, "Your authority has long been divided up!
"I and Griffith are sharing your authority! The power of the outer gods is still sleeping deep in the jungle in the south! Naira von Kwaimantha, the hand of God in name only! You are the weakest of!
"Don't think that you can defeat me by blinding my perception with some means. I dominate death and will never wither!"
Isius yelled wildly. Although he was severely injured in the battle with Griffith, he still possesses the protection of immortality and has the means to turn the tables! His vision had turned into a black and yellow background, and the noisy murmurs became clear. The head that was so uncomfortable just now seemed to be about to split apart, and it seemed that it was no longer so uncomfortable, and even felt a little relieved that it had not been for a long time.
Things appear to be improving.
"Hehehehe." Naila chuckled. This laughter made Isius's mind suddenly suffocate again, and he was filled with endless fear. He saw Naila standing in front of him, stretching out her white, slender hand and pointing towards Isius.
At this moment, Isius was completely stunned. No matter how ferociously he screamed, he subconsciously felt that something was wrong, and his body was involuntarily overcome by irresistible fear and despair.
Isius's limbs and body began to mutate and twist, deformed tentacles appeared on his face, and insect limbs grew on his body. His skin turned into fly ash, revealing a thick and ferocious chitin carapace. His body became more and more swollen, terrifying, and he was about to break through the tent!
"What are you doing! My body, what's going on!? What is this?" Isius screamed, "Quick, stop!"
Isius is rapidly transforming into an extremely ugly monster. Unprecedented psychic fluctuations filled his spirit, squeezing out the last bit of sanity.
Naila looked at Isius who was completely out of control and smiled:
"Please allow me to introduce you, this is the dependent family of the virtual world's life thread, the executor of the outer gods in the world - the hybrid body, which is the mythical creature form given to you by the mystery you are pursuing.
"I didn't mean to defeat you, I just gently pushed you forward at the critical moment when you were hit hard and needed strength the most.
"For you who are exploring the mystery and origin, isn't this asking for benevolence and benevolence?"
Isius could no longer hear anything. His dehumanized face had no trace of human emotion, only an appearance of extreme blasphemy and madness. He screamed wildly, bursting through the camp with a heart-rending roar, and ran towards the low hill guarded by Griffith Battle Group.
Naila appeared in the broken camp, looked at the direction where the monster was going, and said to herself:
"The King of Mysteries produced by Sir Roland has a famous saying - as long as you show the blood bar, even the gods will kill you.
"I think this setting still needs to be modified slightly. After all, there are countless beings with amazing resilience... However, even if the body is immortal, it has surpassed the limits of human skin and biology, and the reason it carries is still Can it be called human reason?
"If there is a chance later, I will have to talk to Roland face to face——
"Reason is the real blood bar."
…
The ground suddenly trembled. Most of the people in the two warring armies did not notice this faint movement.
Immediately afterwards, the trembling began to intensify, and the entire battlefield was shaken by the rumbling roar coming from the ground!
"Look! What is that?"
Some of the soldiers who were not involved in the battle looked at him in surprise, feeling uneasy for no reason. Soon, some of the sensitive people discovered that a vague and extremely crazy scene appeared in the corner of the crowd.
They were several huge dark red fang pillars of astonishing size, curling and sweeping towards them. This twisted and hideous object resembles the arms and legs of a mollusk, with a bloated fleshy torso and a disgusting chitinous carapace underneath.
Isius received the blessing of the ancient gods, and the dark ritual stripped away his flesh and blood, filled it with pure spiritual energy, and transformed him into a strange existence——
"Hybrid Primarch!"
He has gained power beyond form and flesh, and no matter how many times he is destroyed, he will be reborn bathed in spiritual energy. He can even shape his appearance at will. His consciousness was filled with crazy and disordered thoughts:
"This is the burst of power that transcends matter, life and death, and abandons the mortal skin! I should have embraced this endless power. Come on, join me, poor hybrid experimental subjects, and upgrade with me!"
All the extraordinary beings on the battlefield heard Isius's crazy thoughts.
Then, they witnessed the scene next to this mass of flesh and blood monsters - the rebel soldiers along the way were unable to dodge, and were constantly being crushed, absorbed, assimilated, and turned into biomass pus. Then, several chaotic and crazy people emerged from it. figure.
"What is that!" Everyone exclaimed.
Galadia, who was more keen, was the first to see through its identity: "This is Isius. He is out of control!"
"Come so fast?!"
Griffith was a little shocked. According to pre-war predictions, Isius and some other commanders would appear only after Griffith Battle Group inflicted heavy casualties on the rebels. When that time comes, Griffith will focus on the dominant supernatural beings to strike with all his strength, or try to gain a chance of winning by exchanging pieces.
In front of me, the main force of the rebels was still fighting with Beyelan's army. The outcome of the two sides was still undecided, but Isius actually appeared in person!
However, there was no time for him to hesitate. This terrifying monster was more than six meters tall. It flattened the rebels wherever it went and rushed towards the headquarters of Beyelan's army.
