Chapter 154 The Protagonist of the Attack (6)

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In the abandoned shrine, the surface color of the insect chrysalis changed from white to beige, then gradually darkened, and finally turned into a brown color like blood eggplant when a wound is scarred.

After the color change stopped, a few minutes later, the chrysalis suddenly shattered, and thousands of fragments the size of fingernails collapsed to the ground. Those brown fragments were very dry, and they were very neat when they landed. It is not contaminated on the man inside the pupa.

This third-level derivative looks like he is in his thirties. He is masculine, with soft facial lines and medium hair. He looks like a rather gentle man. The outfit he is wearing is clearly that of a novice player. Clothes.

After coming out of the chrysalis, he moved his neck expressionlessly. At this time, he had no right arm. There was a very flat incision on his right shoulder. No flesh and blood could be seen on the cross section of the incision. There was just a patch of loose hair. If you look closely at the shimmering surface, you can see very fine data streams flowing on its surface.

"Tch...it's still the same..." He muttered in a rather unhappy tone, walked to the corner of the room and picked up the clay pot on the ground.

His right arm cannot be generated as an entity together with other data of the body when entering the script, so every time he has to wait for the body to be materialized before finding and connecting the hand.

There is a narrow space pocket behind the mouth of the clay pot, which is similar to the player's luggage, but when the arm comes out of it, this space will disappear. The right arm of this derivative is like a piece of luggage that cannot be carried with you or taken apart. When Hui Hui enters the script, it is directly squeezed in from the rift in space in a physical form.

He took his arm out of the jar and put it on his shoulder. When the two luminous cross-sections came into contact, the entire right side of the derivative's body was distorted. Without any physical collision, The wall near that side was suddenly sunken, and the surface also showed an irregular undulation.

After the connection was completed, he tried to wave his arm, then looked at his right hand and muttered: "So many times... but the running-in time has not shortened by even one second..." He could feel it without connecting the arm. As for the position of the arm, you can also immediately know how long it will take for this set of data to be in sync with the body after being connected.

In short, it will take some time for this third-level derivative to return to 100% combat power. Now the arm seems to be growing on his body, but he can't use it with full strength yet.

"it hurts……"

"So sad……"

"help me……"

Suddenly, one after another moans sounded in the ears of the derivative. He frowned slightly and looked down following the sound. I saw that the floor of this house was covered with horrible ghosts covered in blood at some point.

Those ghosts came from under the floor through the wall, like dying people trapped in a quagmire. Some of them only showed their heads, and some emerged with half of their bodies. Their white hair was scattered on their faces, their faces were pale, and their eye sockets were They were full of black holes, with no eyes, half-open mouths, and outstretched hands. They looked like a drowning person trying to catch something... The ghosts' moans were not loud, and it sounded like they were just struggling in agony. It was just a cry for help, but that's how it penetrated... At this moment, the entire floor of the house was covered with these ghosts, and this derivative guy almost didn't even have a place to stay. Soon, the ghosts reached out and grabbed him. Some of them grabbed his ankles, while others reached out and grabbed the corners of his clothes.

"Does the boss in this script use illusion..." His eyes lit up, and a glimmer appeared in his pupils, "Huh... it seems to be quite cunning..."

The next second, he slightly bent his knees and made a very light bouncing movement. And with this seemingly inadvertent jump, he got rid of the shackles of the ghost hand, and jumped directly to the rafter with a difficult movement of turning over straight for a week and a half.

A gray ghost figure was hiding on the beam. This monster was exactly the same as the one Feng Bujue encountered. Before it could make any attack, it was "exploded" by the derivative with a punch from his left hand.

Level three derivatives can see the world in the script from a different perspective than the players. They can turn the scenery in their eyes into a half-data, half-entity state, and can also achieve perception within a certain range. Therefore, illusions are in vain to them and are far less threatening than actual power and speed.

"Strange...hasn't that level 4 guy solved the BOSS yet?" He thought as he raised his leg and kicked it, his toes easily passed over his head. The roof of the shrine was lifted off at that time, and a strong impact opened a large hole, which was big enough for I to jump out of it.

After jumping onto the roof, he saw a hazy moonlight in front of him. Of course, for the derivatives, light is a very secondary observation condition. Even in that dark room, he could see clearly.

There is a dry well in the courtyard of the shrine.

At this time, the head of the fourth-level derivative was placed on the edge of the well.

"Are you kidding..." He whispered, and moved forward. The whole body fell suddenly from mid-air, with both feet touching the ground, standing firmly.

When he came to the head, he said, "What happened?" It seemed that he knew very well that the head could still communicate with him.

"I...went to...the...world on the other side..." The head spoke like a broken radio station.

Although the fourth-level derivatives are the weakest level among the derivatives, according to common sense, their combat power will never be worse than the script BOSS (not all worlds are suitable for derivatives to enter, such as the Thunderbolt world, there will never be derivatives) ), the situation in front of us is very abnormal.

"I have... finished... the data... broken..." He could no longer say a complete sentence: "It put me... here... to let you..." At this point, in the well Jing suddenly stretched out a ghostly claw and dragged the head down.

The third-level derivative standing by the well also encountered this situation for the first time, and he immediately started a series of logical analysis. First, he checked the positions of the players and the GM. These guys were still on their way up the mountain, and the situation in front of them obviously had nothing to do with them; then they tried to establish data-level communication with the BOSS (the benchmark for third-level derivatives is that they can Driving some script bosses with relatively low intelligence, so X-23 once commanded Dr. Ashford's mutant), but the result was a complete failure.

"If you still don't understand what I mean, I'll say it myself." Suddenly a deep, distant voice came from the dry well: "I put his head here just to tell you to be smart and don't try to Be my enemy.”