Chapter 282: Killing Spree

The small ball of flesh and blood that Watson threw away, the broken pink blind tube worm, fell to the ground and continued to wriggle.

Even though it was stained with a trace of ancient and wild vitality in the process of abandonment, it was always just a broken individual separated from the whole, and it could not build a healthy, reasonable, and friendly life cycle system by itself... Its life span in the world was as weak as a flickering candle, and a strong cold wind could end its short life.

The blind tube worm struggled and squirmed on the ground, and the spring water overflowing in the well temporarily moisturized its body.

Although the accompanying coldness made it difficult for the slender body to move, because of the failure of the ritual just now, the well water was inexplicably stained with a trace of heart power, like a vitality potion diluted hundreds of times. Although the life force in it was weak, it was enough to keep the new worm alive for a while.

But this is far from enough!

I want more! I need more! I want to survive forever!

I finally broke free from the shackles and escaped from the body of that hateful old host. I haven't had time to experience my own life, and I haven't had time to feel the beauty of the world! ! !

The blind tube worm roared loudly in its heart, and its wrinkled body squirmed desperately, trying to pursue the breath of other lives.

Although its slender and wrinkled body does not have any visual and auditory organs, it is born out of abandonment and naturally has a strange sense of perception. When it wakes up, the information of the world flows into its curled and squirming body in another way.

It can see that in front of it, about eighty units of its own length, there are seven dying giant upright apes lying. These creatures are similar to the slave owners in appearance. At this moment, the light of reason has dimmed and is almost extinguished, but the huge body is still full of activity... It is simply the most ideal parasitic body!

I only need to get into their auditory organs, move along the narrow and smelly passage, until I penetrate deep into their skulls, penetrate their brains, and occupy that mass of fat white lipids as a transformed cocoon, then I can control their nerves, drive their bodies, and wantonly absorb their knowledge and power... until the moment of transformation into a mottled butterfly comes!

Hehe, compared to the indecisive old host, I must be one step ahead of him to completely transform into a butterfly!

By then, I will definitely come back, devour the old host's consciousness, and seize his body... That body hides the vital ancient bloodline and the most delicious secret of my race! ! !

The blind tube worm thought so, and crawled towards the unconscious suitable host bodies with great effort. It could already sense the rich deliciousness of the heart and the sweetness of the cup. It believed that the power of devouring any of the bodies could usher in two transformations... But the most urgent and important thing was to quickly occupy a suitable body before the old host woke up, and then escape.

Now I am far from being able to fight against the despicable old host. I must temporarily suppress the desire to resist, restrain the hunger for devouring, and lurk in the human body to absorb enough knowledge and power... Life force can not only be devoured by eating, but the original seed slurry also contains corresponding knowledge.

In this case, then I will occupy the body of the female upright ape first, even if the intermittent lunar tide will cause the power in the body to be temporarily lost.

In this case, then I will occupy the body of the female upright ape first, even if the intermittent lunar tide will cause the power in the body to be temporarily lost.

But the time outside the moon tide can be used as a cup to swallow the life fluid discharged by the male upright ape.

Although the sticky life fluid contains only a small amount of life force, it contains a trace of information about the ancient monster deep in the blood of other upright apes... and I may be able to use it to complete the direction of my transformation!

The blind tube worm excitedly imagined his bright future, bending his waist and straightening his body with all his strength, and slowly crawling towards the female upright ape with a dirty face.

It must lurk in the body of the new host before the old host breaks free and abandons the influence of severe pain, and then control its nervous system as soon as possible, control the naked body to escape... As long as I can avoid the pursuit of the old host, I will definitely be able to embrace a new life that is free and unrestrained!

This piece of blind tube flesh and blood that escaped from Watson's body, although it has only been less than a minute since the birth of true consciousness.

But because it is a strange life that follows the principle of abandonment and is absolutely impossible for nature to breed, the body that is thinner than a mortal's finger actually contains the wisdom and knowledge bestowed by the principle of abandonment.

The prototype of this wisdom is unknown, which pathetic madman dedicated to the principle of moth, but from a certain perspective, the knowledge reserves in it are indeed more profound than the knowledge of its original host.

It seems that it also knows some deeper secrets of the Hour, and its potential is immeasurable-as long as its transformation plan can be successfully completed, it will surely grow into a special existence far beyond ordinary secret believers.

The mind of the blind tube worm is also naturally meticulous, even including why it did not escape from the original host's body along the closer and simpler valley path after it ushered in a new life with abandonment, but chose the difficult and tortuous food route? There is also another consideration.

That was to destroy the digestive system of the old host on the way of defection, leaving pits and scars in the intestines, stomach and esophagus, so that the other party suffered from internal and external pain and could not find its tracks at the first time.

However, the blind tube worm still underestimated John Watson's mental toughness - when it was still moving towards its dream seriously, the thin shadow had already pressed down from the top of its head, and two fingers as huge as mountains pinched the screaming it, put it into the palm and crushed it into a ball of blurred flesh and blood.

The cruel old host swallowed and spit out the sharp blade phase magic power in his palm until the ball of flesh and blood that had defected from the body was completely crushed into a pool of minced meat.

Then, in order to avoid leaving such obvious and strange moth-like traces at the scene, he put this ball of flesh and blood that yearned for freedom into his mouth, chewed it a few times and swallowed it into his stomach... The departing blind tube will eventually fall back into the appendix, and even the deformed and unique vitality will become nutrients for the promotion of the greedy moth.

After forcing himself to solve this hidden danger, Watson's temporarily suppressed buzzing in his head rang out again crazily!

The power of the code is fair to some extent - the influence directly exerted on the secret believers actually acts on both sides at the same time, but normally it is enough to defeat the offensive influence of the same-level enemies, and its side effects are just to cause the caster's sexual desire to surge and be difficult to suppress, so that his own body also breaks out of self-mutilation under unbearable hunger and thirst.

But this time, Watson used the moth blood hidden in the drinker's body to confuse the minds of nineteen second-level secret believers!

The backlash of the code balance tilting towards him is naturally nineteen times more powerful!

If the cost of using the moth phase mana before was just a buzzing in the brain like a whisper, then the mixed sounds resounding in Watson's head at this moment are so noisy that it's like a multi-party debate competition!

The contestants ranged from elderly aunties who were proficient in street swearing to newborn babies who could only cry loudly. All kinds of voices had filled his mind, leaving no room for reason and calmness.

Watson seemed to hear his own body joining in this extremely fierce debate competition. The flesh and blood of his chest, which had lost the protection of skin, shivered in the cold wind, helplessly wailing about the cold and pain. The blood oozing from the scarlet muscle fibers seemed to be their tears crying because of the unbearable pain.

The fingertips that had just pinched the defecting blind tube also cursed angrily, accusing the treacherous piece of blind tube flesh and blood of wanting to betray the respected host and moisten the bodies of other secret believers... What a hopeless idiot!

But the hair strands that were eager to try had different opinions. Some of them thought that the host had never taken their tribe seriously. Every time they washed their hair, they just used cold water and low-quality soap to rub it a few times and then finished it hastily. They didn't even use fragrant conditioning shampoo afterwards... Then we might as well moisturize the scalp of the female upright ape. Maybe the air above her head would be sweet!

The scalp that had been biting the hair follicles tightly was so angry and numb after hearing this that they let go of the ungrateful hair strands and let these fickle people leave on their own.

The hair strands that intended to defect finally got their wish. They twisted and danced happily and wanted to ride the breeze to the female upright ape not far away!

However, before they completely left the scalp of the old host, the other loyal hair strands could not tolerate these traitors in the tribe!

It suddenly grew an inch and entangled the defector who brought shame to the tribe, strangling and devouring all the traitorous hair like a mad anaconda entangled a python...so two hairs actually extended from some hair follicles, one thriving and the other half dead.

The backlash of excessive use of the moth phase secret technique filled Watson's mind, and the screams, scolding and scolding echoed. His facial muscles began to spasm strangely, like the unpredictable tides. The only remaining right eyeball was bulging and shrinking because of the strange twitching of facial muscles.

An indescribable strange hunger surged in his heart, and the noisy voices in his head seemed to be uniformly transformed into violent and bloodthirsty remarks, shouting in unison to release the deformed killing desire in his heart, driving Watson to turn his head and look at the seven secret believers who were either suffocated and fainted or lost their minds due to the backlash of the ritual.

They looked like pieces of red meat neatly arranged on a chopping board, their necks cleaned and waiting for the butcher's knife to come.

Watson's bulging right eye was stained with a layer of strange and hideous blood. He couldn't help but walk towards the group of secret believers waiting to be slaughtered. The sharp blade phase magic power spewed out from his fingertips, as if condensed into a sharp blade. The wild and chaotic moth phase also blessed it with sharpness. The invisible blade vibrated at a high frequency, and the air seemed to be shrouded in a vague shadow.

Even the skinny and dark moth in the skull seemed to materialize from its illusory soul, flying in the silent ritual room, the sound of its wings flapping echoed endlessly, and the weird and sharp clicking sound began to scream wildly:

"Hahaha, that's right, great! That's how it should be!"

"This is what we really look like, this is what we should be--"

However, before the happily dancing moth in the skull could utter any crazy words, its partner, who should be as wild and dangerous as it, pursuing chaos and longing, suddenly reached out and grabbed it.

The powerful hand tightly grasped its throat, and the force was so deep that the pair of obsidian-like multi-faceted pupils bulged out and almost burst!

Watson grabbed the laughing moth, which might have been an illusion, and said nothing. He just put the struggling moth into his mouth and chewed it.

The creepy chewing sound seemed to echo in the quiet ritual room, and the juice, limbs and wings that did not exist in the waking world seemed to splash out of his mouth.

The abnormally twitching facial muscles finally calmed down, the bulging right eye returned to normal, and the increasingly dark pupil seemed to burst out with a cold and cold light that was both crazy and indifferent.

Watson just said coldly:

"Shut up, do you need to say this?"

"I can't help wanting to kill people!"

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"Alarm! There is an invasion by foreign enemies, please come immediately--"

At this time, a Crossroads cultist who was about to come to inform the cult of the invasion by foreign enemies rushed in. As soon as he came in, he stood there woodenly, because only cultist John was still standing in the newly built ritual room, and his torso skin seemed to have been affected by the moth phase and peeled off, and the muscle fibers of his chest and abdomen were completely exposed to the air, as if he was wearing a sleeveless vest woven with bright red flesh silk.

Then he heard the horrifying words that remained in the air, and his panicked expression immediately turned into a stunned look, and his panicked eyes unconsciously went back and forth between the seven unconscious cultists and the terrifying cultist John.

In the end, the Crossroads cultist who had the misfortune to enter the ritual room swallowed hard, turned around and ran away. The moment he stepped on the ground, he wanted to pass on the situation just now, so that the fellow believers would know the evil true face of John Watson!

"The ritual room is——"

Puff!

But unfortunately, his steps and words could not be smoothly and completely transmitted, because the active beating heart only had time to beat once, and it had completely lost its breath of life.

A sharp nail flew from behind, like a short flying knife piercing into the spine, easily breaking through the muscle defense line and directly piercing into his heart.

The wild and chaotic power even drove the gray-white nails to roll and fly like fluttering wings in the ventricle, directly crushing this struggling and beating heart into pieces!

The fleeing cultist twitched and fell down, his face still with fear and horror, and his gradually dead eyes looked at the thin shadow that was approaching step by step and completely enveloped him.

The secret believer, who was only breathing his last breath, seemed to see in a trance that the terrible John Watson still had some kind of black tentacles between his pale teeth.

Is that an insect's limb...

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