Volume 8: A Trip to the Sick Village Chapter 403: Disarmament
The scene of more than half a meter long spikes piercing the girl's body was shocking, but not bloody - because no blood flowed out at all. After these black spikes pierced into Ze Luo's body, they seemed to disappear directly and did not penetrate from behind her. However, after blocking all the spikes, the girl's face became strangely pale, and in this paleness, there was a faint shadow flowing.
"The black spikes carry the negative emotions of the dead..." Ze Luo staggered back. Compared with the physical attacks of the black spikes, the spiritual attacks were more lethal to her.
"I'm already at my fastest speed!" As he spoke, the last three missiles were pushed into the launch silo.
That leaves only the plasma cannon and the airship's main engine.
"Start the plasma cannon's self-destruct program!" Ke Lan ordered.
"Please enter the preset four-digit password."
"2887!"
"Please enter password number 2 to confirm again."
"7355608!"
"Password verification is correct, the plasma cannon self-destruct program is being activated..."
At this critical moment, the puppet's body finally moved!
Several twisted faces were torn apart from the inside by a huge force. A black fleshy tentacle stretched out from each of the torn faces - unlike the previous black tentacles, these tentacles were real. They "grew" from the inside of the puppet... In other words, these tentacles were part of the puppet's body!
As long as you can touch these tentacles, you can break the domain of the puppet individual!
But in the next second, the three big words "CNM" popped up in Ke Lan's heart.
A large number of black spikes suddenly grew on the surface of these black fleshy tentacles. From a distance, they looked like whips made of thorny vines.
However, compared to a whip, the diameter of these tentacles is closer to a mace - a mace made of soft rubber material.
Ke Lan had seen this thing in a sales email before. It was a toy with a special purpose, but the "wolf teeth" on that toy were also made of soft rubber. However, the hardness of these spikes in front of him was comparable to that of alloy.
Originally, Ke Lan was planning to take the next attack head-on and touch the body of the puppet, but now it seems that if he is hit by these "wolf tooth whips", he will die here.
These "vine whips" covered with black thorns danced in the air for a while, then suddenly extended and lashed towards Ke Lan who was dozens of meters away with a sharp sound of breaking wind!
"Zeluo! Is there any way to catch these tentacles? Or, slowing them down will be fine!" Ke Lan shouted to Ze Luo - he had no intention of dodging, this was an opportunity, a rare opportunity!
"Yes, but the tentacles will still retain extremely high attack power." Ze Luo nodded and raised his hand.
"As long as they don't kill me instantly!"
In the blink of an eye, the tentacles had already come close to Ke Lan, but just when they were about to hit Ke Lan, their speed suddenly dropped, as if they were switching into slow motion.
"Hiss... I feel that the power of this thing is still very terrifying..." Ke Lan took a deep breath, selected a tentacle right in front of him, stretched out his hands forward, but began to move backwards to deal with the terrifying impact force attached to the tentacle.
But before he touched this tentacle, another tentacle broke through Ze Luo's obstruction and attacked him from another direction - this was a tentacle that had not been "slowed down" at all. If it hit Ke Lan, he would definitely die!
"Leave this thing to me!" Marshall's voice sounded behind Ke Lan. He rushed forward suddenly, and grasped the tentacle with his hands in the shape of tiger claws - in front of him, a pair of huge hands that could not be seen by the naked eye had instantly formed, and tightly grasped the thorny tentacle in the same posture!
But in an instant, the big hand formed by the power of thought collapsed into pieces, and the black tentacles as thick as arms hit Marshall's chest heavily. Ke Lan only heard a crisp sound of bones breaking, and Marshall's entire chest was sunken. Sharp black spikes pierced out from his back, stained with bright red and hot blood.
"Marshall!" Ke Lan shouted, but Marshall could no longer hear his voice. When the black spikes tore through his body, his brain had already been destroyed by his uncontrolled willpower. Under the extremely high intracranial pressure, blood mixed with brain matter and tissue fragments spurted out from the corners of his eyes, nostrils and ear canals. The next second, his head exploded as he had described before - like a watermelon that was thrown hard against the wall.
Ke Lan mourned the dead Marshall very briefly in his heart , and then focused his attention again on the tentacles in front of him - the battle was not over, and if the puppet individual could not be completely eliminated, Marshall's sacrifice would be meaningless!
The tentacles were less than twenty centimeters away from Ke Lan, and Ze Luo's body had begun to tremble slightly. Ke Lan knew that she had reached her limit and this was the best opportunity she could get.
"Fuck you!"
Ke Lan cursed, clenched his left fist and swung it at the tentacles that were so close!
The black spikes pierced through Ke Lan's palm and tore open his knuckles. His entire hand was instantly stained with blood. All four fingers were broken and bent backwards at a strange angle... But Ke Lan did not retreat. The black spikes did not belong to the puppet's body, but the tentacles underneath.
With a "pop", the bloody palm finally hit the mucous membrane on the surface of the fleshy tentacle. At the same time, Ke Lan also heard a strange sound like glass being shattered.
The puppet individual's absolute control area has been lifted!
"Zeluo, push me out!" Ke Lan shouted. He had completely ignored the injury on his left hand. He held the assault rifle in his arms and pushed the bolt hard with the tip of his elbow. A powerful and gentle force supported his body and pushed him close to the puppet in .
“Go to hell!”
Ke Lan growled, thrust the muzzle of the assault rifle directly into the mouth of a face, and pulled the trigger without hesitation!
At the same time, Ze Luo also launched an attack on the puppet individual. Ke Lan didn't even feel the strong wind caused by the mental blades passing by, but several deep grooves had already appeared on the surface of the puppet individual. A large amount of sticky "black asphalt" gushed everywhere, and even Ke Lan was not spared and was soaked all over.
