Chapter 1083: Seed of Flesh and Flesh - The Gravedigger
His body, that silver body like mist, suddenly gathered together at this moment.
And in such a change, the silver mist condensed into a humanoid silhouette.
Like a robe, but also like a person.
But it is also difficult to identify the empty body with no substantial content as human beings.
The twilight-like human silhouette covered in shimmering light is as thin as a veil.
but
Behind it, there seemed to be something hidden.
Yago also felt the same way.
However, he couldn't feel anything.
"Empty".
No contents.
There is no face, no entity, the frozen, misty silver body, just floating in the sky, floating on the edge of the battlefield of the three powerful beings.
In this strong sense of emptiness, Yago once again turned his gaze to the tower in the mist.
The figure shrouded in mist came into his vision again.
However, this time, what he saw was still only a cloud of chaotic fog.
However, the same situation represents different results.
The fog I saw before was just a barrier.
A barrier of fog that blocks perception, understanding, and feedback.
And the fog seen now is what Yago can directly see, His essence.
"Unknown", "unknown".
"mystery"
In memory, a familiar voice pronounced the name.
Accompanied by this appellation, Arabella's wizards tried to artificially create the memory of the gods.
However, the one thing Yago has to pay attention to the most is——
failed product.
The Arabella wizard's attempt to create a god was a failure.
This man-made god had already been destroyed because it was uncontrollable.
but why.
However, it was also at this moment that another throbbing feeling emerged.
The fog-shrouded clump, the thing without outline, featureless, and unable to be accurately described, "looked" towards his direction.
Then, Yago seemed to hear something.
"Mystery" seems to be expressing something.
However, Yago couldn't understand.
The information itself seems to have no outline, no features, no way to identify and classify, no way to identify.
However, the moment he received this information, he found that his body had changed again.
In the twilight-like body of stagnant silver mist, in the hollow inside the body, inside the "door", something seems to be forming.
His body, or rather he, has content.
"He knows where the gate is."
"He is the door."
"He is the key to the door."
"He is the gatekeeper."
However, it was also at this moment that Yago was stunned.
For what is the opposite of the fact that there is "no content"?
If he has no "content", what is he now?
The current him is just a shell?
At this moment, in his field of vision, in his field of vision, a figure appeared.
In the scene where "flesh" and "metal" corrode each other.
Manipulating the branches and roots, resisting the attack and trying to counterattack the "Duke Rose", at this moment, the pupils of the rose pattern suddenly enlarged.
No matter when any creature observes and senses it, it will produce a face that is as obsessed with a mother as a baby, turning suddenly, as if looking for something.
And in fact, that's exactly what happened.
At some point, some things disappeared in the scenes that were penetrated by branches of flesh and blood.
Not that spiral twisted giant city.
Not that mirror-like shadow either.
but
The bell towers that are similar in shape but not the same.
Branches, vines and roots of flesh and blood, at this moment, suddenly spread out with her will, as if she was looking for those bell towers that disappeared without a sound not long ago.
Almost at the same time, the terrifying giant spider and the metal floating island, which were originally on the offensive, turned on the defensive.
However, this situation did not last long.
The tall towers pierced by branches swayed with the movements of the branches and tendrils.
The whole world seemed to shake accordingly.
It's not just a physical, spatial sense of shaking.
Mind, life, order, time.
But it was also at this time that endless, phantom-like fog surged.
In the phantom-like fog tide, it seems that everything is blocked, and nothing can be displayed.
No, it should be said that all the features, all the contours are dissolved, dissolved, mixed into one mass.
And in the mist tide, some kind of silhouette can be vaguely seen, like the phantom of the silhouette of some kind of creature.
Seeing this scene, many cracks suddenly appeared on the fleshy branches.
immediately
Like flower buds, flesh and blood gathered on the branches to form huge flower buds.
Such a change was completed almost instantly.
In almost a moment, the huge flower buds opened.
The squirming flesh and blood formed all sorts of terrifying creatures in it.
Countless flesh and blood tentacles, like a huge mollusk monster.
The wet green body, the soft body full of moisture, looks like some kind of terrifying predator diving deep under the sea.
Countless wriggling tentacles, like limbs, like suckers, let the monster with soft fins crawl out of the buds.
From the moment it climbed out, this tentacled monster shaped like a giant whale opened its huge mouth suddenly.
In the next moment, endless waves of terror like sound surged towards the sea of fog.
"it's useless."
Looking at all of this, Yago spit out his instinctive judgment in a deep voice.
And the fact is, as he said.
When the voice fell, another phantom-like mist seemed to come alive amidst the endless waves of mist. It suddenly expanded its figure and extended upwards, as if intending to move the giant whale-like tentacle monster. The body swallowed it in one gulp.
And of course things didn't go that smoothly.
The terrifying giant whale whose limbs are gathered like tentacles opened its huge snout violently.
In the next instant, a wave like a sound wave violently oscillated, smashing most of the phantom mist in front of it.
However, at this moment, on the blood-colored vine, around the huge flower bud drilled by the terrifying giant whale, densely packed small flower buds emerged one after another.
Among these flower buds, one after another animals with fish and lizard features emerged, colliding towards the phantoms arched by the fog tide.
Phantoms and sonic waves intertwined and collided, stirring up an unharmonious sonata.
In the confrontation that was not a war but was far better than a war, huge pillars of flesh and blood grew out with flower buds.
One by one, the figures fell on the ground again in the form of flesh and blood creatures.
ps: The work and rest time has collapsed. It is always two or three o’clock to finish typing, and then I am so sleepy that I go to work, dozing off while fishing, and I don’t think it’s strange to be fired one day