MTL - The Fallen Merman-Chapter 208
Rimbaud's sullen voice landed, the sky and the sun exchanged around, and six sun shadows were connected in the air. Within the entire area surrounded by the magic sun, the torrential rain poured in an instant, the storm landed, and the rapid rising tide of the river set off thousands of waves. The invisible force pulled away from the riverbed, and the tornado attracted the water to rush into the sky, and the falling water froze into steel, like ten thousand transparent arrows, falling straight down.
The A3 ability is like a light road, diverting water and steel to pierce the heart. Rimbaud has never used such cruel killing thoughts on any creature.
All the escape routes of the immortal undead were blocked by the lightning straight down Qingming. He looked up in a hurry, and a hydrated steel arrow penetrated his head from the center of his eyebrows, and then countless transparent water arrows penetrated his body, covering his body. The white cloth was pierced with holes, and the sharp piercing into the flesh made a terrifying tearing sound of flesh and blood.
The immortal undead fell from the sky, and his limbs were broken into pieces. They were covered by a torn white cloth. They collapsed on the ground and did not move. The middle branch is broken.
A blue lightning bolt serpentinely fell from the clouds, smashing on the corpse of the undead, and the limbs were burnt black and smelly, and shattered into smaller pieces of charcoal.
Rimbaud's grievance was like the lightning gathered in the clouds. A purple and a blue electric light fell from the sky, constantly slicing on the undead's corpse that was burned into a mass of coke.
The air was suddenly silent, and behind Rimbaud was a chaotic tornado that penetrated the heavens and the earth and thunderstorms and lightnings beating in the clouds.
He drew a strand of Dead Sea Heart Rock from Xiaobai's collar, cast it into a dagger in his hand, and slowly walked towards the remnants of the immortal undead. The pearls fell into the pile of charcoal ashes, unscathed and shining.
Rimbaud knelt down on one knee, facing Pearl, the dagger in his hand was shaking all the time. The Dead Sea Heart Rock can be cut off together with the soul.
"Go home, the sea will teach you what to do."
When Rimbaud reached out to touch the pearl, a piece of undead white cloth left in his hand turned over.
The piece of white cloth happened to be the one with the face painted in simple strokes. When Rimbaud approached, the face on the ground suddenly turned into a smiling face: "At this time, I am still holding back my strength, because I am afraid that I will break the pearl and let him die without a place to die. ?"
Rimbaud was startled and quickly backed away. The white cloths that had been torn to pieces on the ground were attracted to each other and joined together again. quick.
He relied on only one remaining gland, and first the spine grew, and then the ribs, limbs, hand bones and leg bones. The flesh and blood grew rapidly, and the capillaries and tendons were covered with pale bones.
The immortal undead rushed into the sky, turned back and smiled contemptuously at Rimbaud, his fingertips slid across a string of skull tattoos on his neck, and his eyes lit up with blood red light.
The immortal undead floated in the air, picked up the white cloth and covered it from the top of his head to his feet, holding pearls in both hands, vigilantly no longer approaching within a hundred meters of Rimbaud.
"You're pretty good, come play?"
Lan Bo looked up at him, but at this time Bai Chunian in his arms fell into a deep coma, his chest was humming heavily when he breathed, rustling like a bellows blowing fire, the corners of his mouth and nose kept on Blood gushed out. If he continued to entangle with this experimental body, he might not be sure that Xiao Bai's body would collapse first. After hesitating for a long time, Lan Bo bit his lip patiently, and turned around with Bai Chunian in his arms. to the undead.
"Are you leaving? Are you leaving now? Don't you continue? Let me take him, and I will goug out his eyes and break his legs." The immortal undead held the pearl, and the laughter echoed in the air, There was a wave of sound fluctuations from his body, and the nearby leaves turned gray and withered.
"I remember this account. You'd better live forever. I won't let you live for thousands of years in the future." Rimbaud took a deep breath, his shoulders trembled slightly, and finally hugged Bai Chu Nian walked into the ruins, and the figure disappeared.
"Ang? Really gone." The immortal undead watched Rimbaud leave, and the stick figure on the white cloth drooped down, his face full of boredom.
He looked down at the pearl in his hand. The surface of the pearl was stained with a lot of oil and mud, and it was dirty and greasy.
"So dirty."
The undead landed in the ruins of a pharmaceutical factory that had been destroyed beyond recognition, sat on the ground, lifted a corner of the white cloth and rubbed the surface clean, the pearls became powdery and smooth again, and the stains were all on the white cloth.
The undead lifted it up, his legs were dangling in the air, and he looked up at him: "Hey hey, they don't want you anymore, no one wants it, no one wants it, no one wants a big blister."
The pearl was swayed by him in the air, and a layer of water mist slowly floated on the surface. The water mist gathered from the surface of the pearl, slid down, gathered together at the bottom, and condensed into water droplets. Go, when it drips, it solidifies into small pink and white pearls, and it falls to the ground with a crackle.
"Ah, ah, it's so annoying, no, no crying." The undead hurriedly took out a half-pack of unused tissues from his pocket, took out a piece of paper that was pasted on the surface of the pearl, wiped it, and made a murmur to clean the glass. Cup sound.
The rubble not far from the side was scattered, and Xia Shilu, who had been hiding in the corner since Rimbaud appeared, slowly walked out of the shadows.
The undead didn't look at him, his shrill voice sneered: "Hidden for so long, I thought you wouldn't come out."
Xia Shilu wore a silver mask, so she couldn't see her expression, but her voice was cold: "You offended Siren, I won't wait for him to take revenge with you, the merman's revenge is much more terrifying than you think, you Can't you see, he didn't continue to fight with you just because he was holding the angel in his arms."
"Hee hee, I'm not afraid." The undead held up the pearl and looked at it in the dim light, "It would be great if he could kill me, it's not a good thing to live."
The positioning circle on the neck of the undead and Xia Shilu lights up with an orange light, and a beeping sound is emitted. It was the institute that thought the mission was complete and was calling them back.
Xia Shilu said coldly, "We should go back."
The pearl finally stopped oozing out the water vapor, and the undead carefully put the pearl into his school bag, separated the pearl from the water cup with two May 3rd college entrance examination exercise books, and smiled sharply: "Don't go back. I finally released it. , I'm going to some fun places, hahahahaha."
Xia Shilu was very surprised, because in the research institute, the immortal spirit seemed to be very docile. Even in the deteriorating period, he also behaved politely to the researchers, submissive and harmless. .
It turned out that it was all a disguise. If it wasn't for his obedient and well-behaved behavior, those researchers wouldn't feel relieved to let him out. It is precisely because of his obedience that he was not destroyed like other experimental subjects who accidentally entered the deterioration stage.
"I'm going back." Xia Shilu also felt that the immortal undead was too dangerous, and wanted to get away from him as soon as possible, turned around and said, "There is a concentrated infectious agent in the positioning circle on our neck, if the positioning exceeds the preset range, it will Get killed, do it yourself."
"Hey, don't go."
"What." Xia Shilu turned back subconsciously when she heard the undead calling him.
I saw the shadow of the undead unknowingly clinging to his back, his palm supported the gland on the back of his neck, and a vast and boundless mirror was unfolded under his feet. The blue-black ghost hand stretched out from the mirror and caught Xia Shi. Four hooves of a deer.
"You—let me go!" Xia Shilu struggled in surprise.
The four deer hooves were grabbed by countless ghost hands, and Xia Shilu struggled with all her might but could not break free from their restraints.
The ground under his feet was completely covered with an endless mirror, and every time he struggled, a fleeting circle of ripples would appear on the mirror.
The reflection of the immortal undead in the mirror is an angel with white wings, the reflections of countless ghost hands are the hands of humans praying for gifts, the immortal undead spreads his hands, and the angel with the golden halo above his head in the mirror spreads his wings at the same time and sings with his eyes closed.
In the splendid temple of angels in the mirror, the reflection of Xia Shilu is the only gray and white thing, which is incompatible with the sacred and brilliant golden color in the mirror.
Xia Shilu's eyes suddenly lost focus, and his body was slowly pulled into the mirror by thousands of cyan ghost hands.
Death call.
The undead spread his arms, the angel in the mirror and the shadow of the immortal undead exchanged in a trance, only the grayish-white Xia Shilu rose silently from the mirror, and exchanged with the desperately struggling Xia Shilu.
"The strongest auxiliary experimental body... Come and use it for me." The undead let go and laughed, "If it weren't for that fish... The one standing beside me today is the angel, he is much more useful than you, even if it is weakened to 70%, it is still Better than you bastards."
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Lan Bo carried Bai Chunian all the way to the outside of Hongli City, took off the communicator on Bai Chunian's ear and put it in his ear, and contacted the technical department and the team.
The team members lost contact with Bai Chunian for a while, and was calling him urgently when Lan Bo connected.
"He was in a coma."
Nervously with the team members: "Who are you? Where is he?"
"I'm Rimbaud, he's in my arms."
The team members immediately connected their location to Group B, and Group B began to dispatch the nearest IOA agents to respond urgently, and then passed the situation to the Medical Association, and asked them to prepare rescue equipment in advance.
When Rimbaud approached the Red Aphid Expressway, a car was already parked on the side of the road waiting. The driver was a woman, and a hand holding a fine cigarette stuck out of the car window and swayed towards them, with an IOA steel arm wrapped around it. armband.
Lan Bo stuffed Bai Chunian into the back seat, and sat in it himself.
The one who came to pick them up was Red Fox Omega Fengyue, an operator of the Search Section.
Feng Yue had several bandaged wounds on her body. She was on the way to the mission and came to support immediately after receiving an urgent order from the technical department. Feng Yue glanced back at them and said with a thin chimney: "Put your seat belt on, we'll go back now."
"It's too late. Find the nearest sea, where no one else is." Lan Bo put his arms around Bai Chunian, let him lean against his arms, and supported his completely pale face with his palms.
"Ok. You have a medicine box under your feet." Feng Yue neatly shifted gears and turned around, aiming to locate the nearest coastline, adjusted the rearview mirror, and accidentally caught a glimpse of the sad and gloomy eyes of the blond young man in the back seat.
She had met Rimbaud several times at the headquarters, and she also knew that he was Bai Chunian's marriage partner. Although he was an omega, he was an extremely arrogant and indifferent man. In his eyes, you couldn't see anyone else. , he always looked down on everyone.
I heard that he has a cooperative relationship with IOA, but only the high-level people know the inside story. She can only guess that it may be the leader of a secret organization. Some of the leaders of the mafia are European nobles, and his temperament is very similar.
Lan Bo lowered his head, rubbed the tip of his nose lightly on Bai Chunian's forehead, and whispered comfort in a mermaid language in his ear.
Bai Chunian frowned, and the corners of his mouth were still oozing blood. The skin on his neck had been strangled to bruises and blood, the skin was torn, and blood seeped into the combat uniform.
Lan Bo untied Bai Chunian's combat uniform, stroked the wound on his body, and helped him heal with a soothing pheromone. His fingertips brushed over the scar on his body and pressed a bulge under the skin of his crotch.
He once embedded the only scale on his body that symbolized the identity of a siren on the little white crotch. He had a hunch that such a day would come, so he supported Bai Chunian's body with the soul of the entire sea.
The scales embedded under the skin lit up with blue light, dyeing the surrounding blood vessels with fluorescent blue, spreading to the limbs.
Bai Chunian's complexion was a little better than before, his breathing changed from messy to steady, his eyes were half-closed, and he looked at Lan Bo with a blurred gaze. He raised his hand dully and touched Lan Bo's cheek.
A small, irregular pink and white pearl that he held tightly in his palm accidentally fell out, and he held it back in his palm again.
"I'm fine, don't be afraid." Bai Chunian stuffed the small pink and white pearls into Lan Bo's chest pocket, "I picked it up for you, I'm afraid you will think about it when you regret it."
"I'll never regret it." Rimbaud held on to the **** glands in the back of his neck, straightened his face, making his expression look more indifferent and calm, "I'm fine."
Feng Yue found a suspicious vehicle following her in the rearview mirror and said in a low voice, "Sit firmly." Then she skillfully picked up a brick from under the co-pilot and pressed it on the accelerator. She stood on the driver's seat and another One leg pressed on the steering wheel to maintain direction, picked up a submachine gun, leaned halfway out of the car window, and opened fire towards the two cars chasing behind, blowing the front tire of one of the cars.
Rimbaud glanced back: "A mere human. I'll clean it up."
Feng Yue was smoking a fine cigarette, raised her eyebrows slightly, and opened her red lips lightly: "No, you can continue to coax Brother Chu, I can handle it." Her slender calves were pressed against the steering wheel, and she controlled the turns slowly on the wide road. Stockings and red patent-leather heels reflect lustre in the dim light.
The speed is getting faster and faster, but not out of control.
Feng Yue solved the pursuit, threw the overheated submachine gun at the co-pilot, took off the brick, and kicked the accelerator to the coastline.
The car was parked by the sea, Feng Yue was leaning against the door with a submachine gun hanging from her body, the hem of her windbreaker fluttered in the wind, and she lit a cigarette with the windproof flame of a lighter in one hand.
Lan Bo put Bai Chunian's arm around his neck and dragged him into the depths of the sea.
Bai Chunian was suffocated for a moment when he was dragged into the sea, his hands and feet were kicked, and Lan Bo grabbed his hands and kissed him.
Lan Bo chased away the fish and kept holding Bai Chu Nian down, falling into the seabed desert at a depth of 100 meters. There was no light here, only the faint blue light on the tail of Lan Bo's fish, and the wandering around him. Blue jellyfish.
All Bai Chunian's strength was used to resist the pressure of the deep water, and Lan Bo guided him, peeling off the collar from his neck bit by bit.
The skin on Bai Chunian's neck was almost torn to pieces, and the flesh was blurred.
"Don't pick it, I can't control it. Rimbaud, if I deteriorate, you kill me, really, you leave my glands and bring them back to the Caribbean Sea, and I will be with you for the rest of my life, ah."
"No." Rimbaud embraced him with both hands, his body clinging to him.
As soon as the collar was taken off, Bai Chunian's body immediately burst out with an extremely heavy oppressive aura, and the body of Rimbaud that was clinging to him was covered with a layer of glass like ice.
"You stay away from me, it hurts to lose control, you are waiting for me at a distance..."
"A little injury, nothing to worry about." Rimbaud's fish tail wrapped around his body, and his tongue pierced his red and swollen glands to help him release.
This process lasted for nearly three hours before Rimbaud took the sleeping Xiaobai to the water and sat on the reef to rest.
There were pieces of shattered glass hanging all over his body, and where the glass fell off, there was flesh and blood that had been peeled off.
Bai Chunian's complexion softened a lot, and he no longer vomited blood, his body became stable, his head rested on Rimbaud's fish tail, his breathing became smooth, and he burrowed into his arms with reliance.
Rimbaud stroked his wet hair and looked at the sea worriedly.
I don't know how long this kind of suppression can last. On the day when the suppression failed, Xiaobai deteriorated. Could it be that he would kill his most beloved again with his own hands.
Or let him deteriorate, and use his own ability to keep him "alive", like an immortal undead, insane, neither life nor death, wandering in the world.
Which one to choose.
The sea was calm, and there was no wind. Sitting on this lonely reef, Rimbaud looked into the distance without a word, and suddenly remembered that the old man Blue Whale once told him that God is destined to be lonely.
After a long time, Rimbaud choked for a moment, and there was a long whale sound in his throat, and the long lamentation spread for tens of thousands of miles.
Black pearls fell one by one, and fell into the sea as if they were broken, smashing small splashes of water.
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