Volume 16 Tower of Babel Chapter 944: Eating
The "clown" sat cross-legged on the ground. Behind him, a spine-like thing broke through the skin and drilled out. The end of this "spine" pierced through the body of a spear squad soldier. The soldier was not dead yet. His eyes stared at the clown in horror, but his body was paralyzed and unable to move. He couldn't even shout out loud. The clown's "spine" was wrapped with things like blood vessels. They were constantly squirming, transporting the fresh blood and flesh absorbed from the soldier into the clown's body... In just two breaths, the place where the soldier was pierced by the spine had deflated.
But the soldier was still not dead. The only part of his body that could move was his eyes. From the look in his eyes, one could tell that he was enduring unimaginable pain. It was just that his brain's self-protection mechanism was not triggered to make him faint. Instead, he remained extremely awake.
Soap could even see the spine that had penetrated into the soldier's body moving like a snake under his skin until it moved to a new location and continued to absorb blood and flesh.
In addition to the parts of the body that had been drained of flesh and blood becoming shriveled and sunken, the soldiers' bodies also showed horrific mutation symptoms. A large number of tentacles grew out from the surface of the skin, and the nails on all ten fingers fell off, replaced by a pair of bone claws formed by extending the phalanges and piercing the fingertips.
The smart bracelet on Soap's wrist vibrated, prompting him that his heart rate had exceeded the warning threshold of 190. He wanted to run, but his legs seemed to be nailed to the ground and he couldn't lift them at all.
Whether out of reason or intuition deep in his heart, Soap felt that if he ran away, he would be 100% killed by the "Joker". He even felt that he would not even have the chance to shout for help... just like those soldiers who had been sucked dry and thrown on the ground at random.
The "clown" was looking at the soap, and the soap was also looking at the "clown"...but he could not read any emotion from the "clown"'s eyes.
Those were not human eyes, nor were they the eyes of a wild animal... Soap even felt that the pair of pitch-black pupils were not organs on a living creature, but two bottomless pits that could swallow even light.
Soap clenched the grip of the rifle. The cold sweat soaked the rubber coating on the grip, making the grip feel a little sticky. He wanted to use his fingers to pull the trigger, but he found that it was extremely difficult for him to even bend his fingers, let alone press the trigger.
Soap couldn't help but feel a little regretful. In order to prevent accidental discharge, he had made some modifications to the trigger of the gun and adjusted the trigger pressure to three times the original value... But now, he wished that the trigger could be as sensitive as a capacitive screen.
No... I can't shoot! Soap's head suddenly shuddered, and he suddenly realized that if he shot now, it wouldn't be the clown who died, but himself.
Maybe... maybe there is still a possibility of communication?
I had tried to test the Joker before, but he didn't kill me... Does that mean that as long as I can help him keep the secret, he won't kill me?
No...it's still not right! Even if I want to keep a secret for him, I can't!
The bodies of the two soldiers, the stained blood on the ground, and the spine that looked like a scorpion's tail and had somehow emerged from the clown's body ... How could these things be hidden!
It won’t be long before the rest of the team will go up to the third floor and discover what’s happening… Regardless of whether the Joker has left by then, he’s definitely dead.
Maybe the clown will kill me directly... He has already killed four people, one more or one less won't make much difference... Or maybe, he will kidnap me and use me as "dry food" on the road...
No, it would be better to kill himself. Compared with the way these soldiers died, Soap hoped that the other party could give him a quick death.
"You...what are you...?" Suppressing the fear in his heart, Soap asked in a trembling voice.
Even if I have to die, at least I should die knowingly.
“I am the Joker,” the other person replied. His voice did not change. Perhaps his vocal cords had not yet mutated, or perhaps he had already been this “thing” long before this. “Don’t be afraid. I’m full. I won’t do anything to you.”
"Eat..." Soap swallowed his saliva, but found that his throat was extremely dry and he could not secrete any liquid. This action made his throat hurt. "You... When did you become a monster? You... Why did you do this?"
"I'm not a monster, I'm a human." The clown answered naturally. He flicked the spine lightly, and the soldier's body that was sucked dry slid silently to the floor. The next second , the spine whooshed back into the clown's body like the tentacles of a crustacean.
"You..." Soap wanted to refute the other party, but he didn't know what to say... and he didn't dare to say it.
"As long as my cognition has not been eroded and my consciousness remains clear, I am a human being." The Joker explained again, "It's just that I don't have much time left. I can only devour them as nutrients to delay it longer."
"What are you talking about... I, I don't understand." Soap finally succeeded in taking a step back. Now he just had to turn around and run towards the stairs. He could even block the exit of the room with the gun in his hand while running.
But he didn't do that, instead he continued to ask: "You followed us... to... eat us all?"
"No, my goal is to take back the Ark from those who have lost themselves." The Joker said in an emotionless tone, "If you want to survive, I suggest you leave here immediately."
