Volume 11: Memetic Crisis Chapter 555 Seraph
"What on earth are you talking about?!" Ke Lan shouted at the little boy a little madly.
It's fine that the guys in the Undead Crew like to be Riddlers, but why is this clone also a Riddler? Ke Lan couldn't help but wonder, is this guy really developed from his own cloned cells?
It’s obvious that I don’t like “telling riddles” at all!
"A shell! You're just a pathetic shell! Hahahaha!" The little boy started dancing with joy. The blood drops he threw out turned into ice particles before they even hit the ground. He tilted his head back hard, as if he was wailing or laughing wildly. The muscles on his face cracked, revealing the white bones underneath.
"What are you laughing at? What's so funny?" Ke Lan stared at the little boy who was waving his arms around and continued to ask.
"I'm not laughing, I'm crying for you... You are really... pitiful... Hahahaha..."
"Since you said I was a 'shell', do you know what is inside this 'shell' of mine?"
However, the little boy did not answer Ke Lan's question, but hummed an unknown, out-of-tune song by himself.
He danced barefoot on the cold ground, his toes had turned purple from the cold.
His body swayed from side to side, and he seemed to be about to fall with every step, but he always maintained a strange balance.
"Do you want to take action?" Asano Akira asked in a low voice. He had already assumed the posture of drawing his sword.
"Don't get close to it...it seems to be in a weird condition..." Ke Lan rejected Asano Akira's suggestion.
The boy's current appearance was too strange. Although he did not make any aggressive moves, Ke Lan's subconscious sense of crisis continued to rise...
Finally, when this sense of crisis exceeded the threshold that could be suppressed by reason, Ke Lan still pointed the shotgun at the little boy and pulled the trigger.
Reason told Ke Lan that the little boy was very weak, so weak that any adult could strangle him to death with bare hands; but intuition kept screaming in Ke Lan's head: Kill him! Kill him quickly! Otherwise, it will be too late!
Ke Lan was very curious about what the little boy said, but she really wanted to grab him and ask him clearly. However, ever since the little boy started to hurt himself, he could no longer communicate normally. Ke Lan would rather believe that the other party said these things just to arouse her curiosity and delay time.
The dense steel balls hit the little boy's body hard, and the bloodstained white coat was torn into pieces in an instant, and the thin torso wrapped in the white coat was also blown to pieces!
The dancer's body was shattered and the strange dance finally stopped, but the little boy's humming still echoed in the hall, repeating over and over again.
"Did you miss?" Asano Akira asked, "But I clearly heard the sound of the bullet tearing through flesh... Why didn't the singing stop?"
This was not an illusion. Asano Akiya also heard the humming echoing in the hall. Ke Lan took a deep breath, and suddenly, he understood -
The little boy's dance and humming were not meaningless actions; they were a ritual, a ritual similar to the "holy word", just like the sacrificial dance that the ancestors of ancient mankind performed around the bonfire.
Although the dance moves are funny and ridiculous, each move has a unique meaning... It is a "language", a "language" expressed with body language!
Although Ke Lan destroyed the little boy's body, he was unable to interrupt the ceremony!
At this moment, the pile of broken meat on the ground that should have been frozen into a lump of ice suddenly began to wriggle. They gradually gathered together and stuck together. A twisted human figure struggled to stand up from it.
“Bang!!”
Ke Lan fired another shot, shattering the body that had not yet fully formed!
The scattered minced meat crawled towards the center point again. Ke Lan pointed the gun directly at the ground and fired several shots. However, the more scattered the flesh and blood were, the faster they gathered. When Ke Lan blasted the clone that had just condensed into a head for the fourth time, all the minced meat floated up from the ground. The broken bones that were broken into countless pieces were pieced together into a complete skeleton in an instant, and the floating minced meat attached to it one after another.
Ke Lan did not continue shooting - it was obvious that physical attacks were ineffective against this thing. Even if he used the energy shield to burn all the rotten meat, the clone would be able to revive again.
This is part of the ritual. If Ke Lan cannot end the ritual, the clone will be resurrected indefinitely until the ritual is completed.
"The ritual... we must find a way to interrupt it..."
But how to interrupt?
Ke Lan looked at the "reborn" little boy not far away. Every part of his body had been restored to its original state, except for the face that he had torn off. The bloody subcutaneous tissue, fascia and part of the facial bones were exposed to the air. Blood flowed into the eye sockets , mixed with tears and flowed down the muscles and grooves.
He continued to sing, his voice becoming faster and faster. The tune echoing in the hall gradually became more rapid and harsh, like sharp nails scratching on a blackboard, and rusty cymbals rubbing against each other.
This damn song must stop... However, Ke Lan had just smashed the clone's vocal organs into pieces, but it did not affect the humming sound echoing in the hall at all.
Ke Lan felt like he was a character in a game scene. There was always annoying BGM playing in this scene, but as a game character, he had no way to turn it off.
He had already smashed all the speakers he could find in the scene, but still couldn't stop the BGM in the game.
Only the player controlling the game on screen can open the options menu and turn off the BGM.
This is the authority of the "chess player", not the "chess piece".
" Stop ." Ke Lan said to the little boy.
He used the language of the Alpha civilization.
The little boy's humming paused for a moment.
"Stop." Ke Lan spoke again in the language of Alpha civilization, but in a majestic and commanding tone.
In the language of the Alpha civilization, emotions can be expressed perfectly, without even the need for modal particles or changes in tone. As long as the user wants, he or she can convey his or her emotions exactly to the person who "hears" the sentence.
The little boy stopped and looked at Ke Lan, his skinless face filled with a mocking smile - although this smile looked extremely creepy.
"Are you afraid?" he said, using the human language, Chinese.
"Stop." Ke Lan said for the third time.
“You are showing threats and oppression.” The little boy took a step back and stood at the edge of the crack in the ground. “But I can feel the fear and anxiety deep in your emotions.”
"Don't force me to use my last trump card." Ke Lan continued in Alpha language, "The power from Him is enough to destroy you and this egg together."
"It's useless." The little boy shook his head. He seemed to be laughing. "You are just a shell, a manipulated 'chess piece', and I am the unstable factor that jumped out of the chessboard. In His eyes, I am far more 'interesting' than you... So, even if you call out to Him, He will not respond to your prayers."
"What do you know about Him?"
“I don’t know much.” The little boy took another step back. “But at this moment, He is watching here... Your guess is correct... It is the power from Him that reshapes this body.”
The little boy raised his arms, looked at his pale skin, and murmured, "He gave me life... to watch an interesting drama."
"drama?"
"Yes, drama... In His infinite life, this is a rare pleasure." The little boy raised his arms above his head, like an orator making a passionate speech, "Just like in the ignorant age, primitive people used funny dances to please the gods..."
As he spoke, his body suddenly leaned back and fell into the crack in the middle of the hall!
"Oh no!" Ke Lan rushed to the edge of the crack, but was still a step too slow - after the Yinglong egg touched the little boy's body, it opened a "mouth" and swallowed the little boy whole.
Then, the whole hall began to shake violently!
"Leave here! Hurry! Go back upstairs through the secret passage!" Ke Lan turned around and shouted to Asano Akira.
"What are you going to do?"
"I still have one last trump card! But I can't use it while you're here! Trust me! Run!"
"But it says your trump card is useless."
"It's lying! It's just buying time for fusion! We've all been fooled! Now is the time, you should leave here quickly! Otherwise, we will all be buried with it!" Ke Lan roared.
"Can you come back alive?"
"I'll try my best!"
"Okay. If you die, I will find a way to avenge you." After saying this, Asano Akira turned around and rushed towards the secret passage without looking back.
He trusted Ke Lan very much, and since Ke Lan said that if he stayed , he would become a hindrance to him, then he would leave.
Ke Lan watched Asano Akira's figure disappear at the entrance of the secret passage, then turned around, staring at the crack in front of him.
A sound of flesh being torn came from the bottom of the crack, and then the edges of the crack collapsed. The originally long and narrow series suddenly turned into a large hole with a diameter of more than ten meters.
"Yinglong's Egg" slowly rose out of the cave.
The egg did not hatch, but turned into a very strange creature - three pairs of wings with colorful feathers stretched out from the inside of the egg, two pairs of wings wrapped the body of the Yinglong egg, and the remaining pair of wings was fully open, flapping one by one.
The pair of wings flapped very slowly, and Ke Lan, who was standing in front of it, did not feel any wind pressure at all... In his opinion, the reason why the Yinglong Egg could fly had nothing to do with these wings.
Like those creatures infected with the "meme", these three pairs of wings were also covered with eyes. These eyes were staring at Ke Lan, and each of them contained a completely different emotion - anger, joy, excitement, fear, sadness, arrogance...
These tangible gazes seemed to be able to penetrate armor and fell on Ke Lan... Ke Lan discovered that when he looked into these eyes, his emotions would be affected.
He had to look away, but happened to meet the face in the middle of the three pairs of wings - the face of the little boy.
Or rather, Ke Lan's own face.
The torn skin has been restored, and although the appearance has not changed from before, Ke Lan always feels that the other party is like a new face.
The look it gave Ke Lan was full of compassion.
"How pitiful..." it said.
"Is this your final form? You went to great lengths to delay time and break out of the ice storage... just to become such an ugly thing?" Ke Lan retorted sarcastically.
"Ugliness and beauty are just one of the countless responses that human self-consciousness produces to the things it sees... In human history, each era has a different definition of beauty and ugliness..."
"Is this what you learned from the memories of those infected people?" Ke Lan said, "I have to say, you are quite suitable to be a sophist. Your ability to talk nonsense is quite first-rate."
The other party ignored Ke Lan's words and continued, "Seraphim, this is the new name I gave myself."
"Seraph... Six-winged Seraph." Ke Lan reacted quickly... In a sense, the new name given to him by the other party was indeed very appropriate.
The Seraph, from the Old Testament of the Bible, is the highest-ranking angel under God.
In many people’s impressions, angels are often handsome men and beautiful women with halos on their heads and wings on their backs… But on the contrary, in early religious texts, the forms of angels as “creatures” in the “human world” are mostly indescribable.
God created humans in his own image, but angels do not have the same appearance. They are spiritual beings with the ability to think, and even if they need to appear before humans, they will not choose the appearance of humans - because for angels, this is a blasphemy against God.
According to the description in religious texts, Seraphim has six wings and four heads, but three of the heads and the feet are covered by wings. From the human perspective, it looks like a head with three pairs of huge wings.
For the devout believers of that era, the Seraph was undoubtedly "beautiful" and people could not help but worship it... But from the perspective of modern people, this shape is nothing less than a "monster that makes people's sanity level drop wildly."
In comparison, Ke Lan was more interested in the succubi in hell with tails and goat hooves.
