Chapter 181 Flesh and Blood Monster

(It has been revised. You can read it at your leisure.)

At some point, the passage in front of Clown Ailin suddenly became strange.

"Step..."

Accompanied by a sound of footsteps.

In the gaps around the corridor, a stream of water suddenly gushed out.

The streams of water were transparent and pure at first, but soon they were stained red, blood-like red, extremely rich red.

The color of blood reflected the redness of Clown Ailin's eyes, and also reflected his almost frozen vision.

"This is..."

No.

It's not just the gaps around the corridor.

Even the corridor itself seems to have begun to undergo some unknown changes.

The corridor wall, which was still clean and tidy in the upper half, has become old and mottled here.

The walls, which seemed to have been soaked in blood, are covered with bulging walls.

There seemed to be some kind of dark red liquid flowing in the bulging walls.

It seemed that behind the bulging walls, there was not air, but a mass of blood emitting a foul odor.

And at the top of the corridor, in the lamp that should have been used for lighting but was extinguished because of the wires, it seemed that cold, black pupils full of malice could be seen, staring coldly at the clown Ailin who was about to step into the depths of the corridor.

In front of the corridor that was gradually becoming weird, Ailin the clown could not help but stop.

Even his face under the mask stopped smiling for the last time.

"This feeling..."

"Why do I have an inexplicable sense of familiarity!"

Looking at the weird corridor in front of him, Ailin the clown suddenly had a flash of inspiration in his mind, as if he remembered the source of this familiar feeling.

"Potion out of control..."

"Blood and flesh deformed..."

"Evil god pollution..."

Damn it, why is this style so similar to those events where the potion in the body is out of control and causes deformation?

Or is this another strange place that has been polluted by the breath of evil gods?

After recalling the source of this familiar feeling, the corners of the clown Alin's mouth couldn't help twitching a few times.

Damn it.

The evil god priest I met before and Sloan in the textile factory were fine, but how come this kind of creepy thing full of K-style appeared on the side of the gang leader Jin Bing?

Damn it.

Is this still the Marvel world I remember?

Could it be that not only those super villains who want to destroy the world at any time, but also those weird and unpredictable K-style evil gods are going to get involved in this world!

Or.

Those evil gods have already extended their claws to this world?

Thinking back to the things that he had encountered one after another during this period, which should not have appeared in this world.

Clown Ailin's eyes could not help but become solemn.

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Looking at the corridor behind him that was destroyed by explosives and half buried.

Clown Ailin spread his hands.

"Since we are here, let's take a good look at what this Kingpin is all about!"

After taking a deep breath.

Clown Ailin moved forward again.

But if you look closely.

You will find that every step of Clown Ailin this time seems to be much more cautious.

"Click!"

Every time he took a step, Clown Ailin's toes could step out a shallow puddle in the corridor that seemed to be paved with blood, splashing a blood flower.

In the blood flowers that bloomed one after another, circles of ripples spread from Clown Ailin's toes.

And as Clown Ailin continued to go deeper.

The pool of blood that covered the corridor also became sticky.

Even the color turned into a dark red.

At the same time, the smell of blood and decay in the air became more and more dignified.

It seemed that they had not walked far.

It seemed that they had passed a long time in the corridor.

A dim yellow-brown light seemed to appear in the depths of the corridor.

"Are we going to the exit?"

With a flick of his fingertips, a thin paper man flew away and stuck to a corner at the top of the corridor.

Clown Ailin walked straight towards the exit of the corridor that was emitting light.

As Clown Ailin continued to go deeper, every step he took would create an ankle-deep pit under his feet.

After Clown Ailin pulled out his toes, the sticky dark red blood plasma seemed to be about to solidify and could not heal for a long time.

As Clown Ailin left clear footprints in the corridor behind him.

The walls of the corridor around Clown Ailin seemed to come alive, with bloody textures.

The bulging walls turned into pieces of rotten flesh.

The gray-brown pupils at the top of the passage were full of death, staring at Ailin's back, exuding an indescribable malice at all times.

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"Huh..."

When his legs stepped out of the escape corridor, Ailin's eyes suddenly became clear.

A huge restaurant also disappeared into Ailin's sight.

The luxurious black and gold marble restaurant, the long luxury stone dining table, and the huge crystal chandeliers suddenly appeared in front of the clown Ailin.

But all of this was covered with a layer of dim blood light at this time.

The huge carpet in the center of the restaurant was covered with blood-colored sticky liquid.

As the sight moved upward, the dining table, chairs, and the crystal chandeliers hanging upside down from the ceiling were all covered with blood veins that seemed to be composed of blood vessels.

The crystal lamps that should have been bright were wrapped in the blood net and emitted strange blood light.

This huge restaurant that should have been luxurious was rendered like a bloody and terrifying hell on earth.

And the blood vessels that were woven into the blood net layer by layer seemed to be rotten and moldy, and dense black fluff grew.

After a glance, he quickly engraved everything in this bloody restaurant into his mind.

The clown Ailin then put his eyes.

After the restaurant.

The word "slaughter" was hung there, but inside it was a darkness that seemed to swallow everything.

As Clown Ailin was looking at the darkness that seemed to swallow everything.

In the darkness that exuded a chilling atmosphere, a voice that seemed to be constantly suppressing something suddenly sounded.

"I didn't expect that it was you who walked out of the passage in the end. It seems that the guy Bullseye finally died in your hands. What a pity! I knew it earlier..."

With this sudden voice.

Clown Ailin, who had put on a delicate monocle on his right eye, slowly passed through the thick darkness.

Finally saw the huge monster hidden in the darkness.

Looking at the huge monster reflected in the depths of his pupils, Clown Ailin let out a slight inhalation.

It was difficult for him to describe the appearance of the huge monster.

It seemed that the body was piled up with blood and flesh, with large patches of rotten wounds everywhere. Among these wounds, twisted reddish-brown blood vessels kept protruding from them, like reddish-brown blood vessels of various sizes, spreading out crazily.

Then they inserted into the bloody corpses scattered throughout the slaughterhouse, constantly absorbing some substance from the flesh and blood of the corpses.

In some seriously rotten places, the reddish-brown blood vessels were even more impatient, violently dragging a strong corpse and forcibly stuffing it into their rotten bodies.

It seemed that...

was filling the rotten blank area.

Among those bloody corpses.

There were huge pigs and cows, and... pale human corpses.

"If I had known that he would die in your hands, I should have made him a part of me, truly integrated with me."

When the clown Ailin saw the rotten giant monster, a sigh of regret came from the huge head in the center of the giant monster, whose original appearance could no longer be seen.

"What a pity, the body of the guy with the bullseye is much stronger than these trash..."

Speaking of this, the head that had expanded to half a meter in size suddenly raised up, and a fierce light burst out from the depths of the eyes that were almost covered by fat.

"Since you killed my most loyal subordinate, you will replace him and become a part of me!"

As he said this, a delicate black cane suddenly emerged from the depths of the flesh and blood that almost submerged a room.

Accompanied by a "sizzle".

From the black and delicate cane, a laser burst out towards Ailin who was standing at the entrance of the passage.

"Wow, laser, so scary..."

The clown Ailin made an exaggerated expression on his face, and almost at the same time as the cane was aimed at him, his body suddenly flashed to the side, avoiding the laser that directly pierced a deep hole in the wall behind him.

"Humph!"

Seeing that the clown Ailin actually avoided his attack.

The huge monster in the slaughterhouse had a flash of anger in his eyes, and then the black cane swept across fiercely.

The dangerous laser shot out from the cane, along with its movement, turned into a dangerous lightsaber, slashing towards the clown Ailin who had just dodged the laser.

"So scary, so scary..."

While shouting that it was so scary, the clown Ailin's body was like a boneless iron bridge, and the clown Ailin who avoided the laser sweep instantly turned his wrist.

The special black flying knife seized from Bullseye drew a graceful arc in the air, flashed in the air like a meteor, and instantly crossed layers of space, and then "ding".

Ding on the exquisite black cane.

Almost at the moment of hitting.

A trace of imperceptible light flashed on the black explosive flying knife.

Then.

A violent explosion with a power comparable to that of a C4 bomb sounded.

Boom!

The violent explosion directly destroyed the exquisite black cane, and then the heat wave and shock wave caused by the explosion spread out layer by layer.

And the monster that was close at hand was the first to bear the brunt.

Puff...

The rotten flesh was instantly torn apart by the heat wave and shock wave caused by the explosion.

Piece after piece of rotten flesh and blood was shattered into pieces, splashing everywhere.

In the blink of an eye.

A huge pit half a meter deep was blown out on the huge flesh and blood monster that filled most of the slaughterhouse.

When the heat wave and the shock wave of the explosion dissipated.

Next to the huge head in the center of the monster, a fat hand stretched out.

After wiping off the blood foam splashed on his face, the fat and deformed huge head laughed.

"Bullseye's Exploding Flying Knife?"

"Haha, this little thing can't kill me!"

As the huge monster laughed, twisted blood-colored hands surged out from the wound blown by the clown Alin, instantly passing a distance of seven or eight meters, quickly entangled the flesh and blood corpses that were blown away by the explosion, and then dragged them back and stuffed them into the big hole in itself that was blown out by the explosion.

The corpses that were stuffed into the blood pit, as the blood-colored tentacles squirmed, seemed to have blood-colored tentacles in their bodies. Soon, these corpses were quickly assimilated and became part of the monster.

After being assimilated, the faces of pigs, cows, and people suddenly raised their heads and looked at the clown not far away with a cold face.

"Huh!"

The clown Ailin looked at the monster not far away that actually had a trace of rationality and uttered a light exclamation.

"Even though it has been deformed into such a ghostly appearance, it can still resist the pollution of deformation and maintain a certain degree of rationality. This will is too incredible!"

"However, with such a strong will, how could Kingpin lose control and become such a ghostly appearance?"

Although the huge flesh and blood monster in front of the clown Ailin has been deformed beyond human form.

But from what it said just now, and the iconic cane.

The clown Ailin can already confirm that the huge monster in front of him that seems to be out of control and deformed is the original Kingpin.

"Merge with me, immortal clown. I can feel the great power contained in your body. After devouring you, I will become even more powerful."

Accompanied by Kingpin's roar.

This space polluted by Kingpin's distortion seemed to begin to vibrate.

The next second.

One by one, the wriggling blood-colored tentacles shot out from all directions. The blood vessels on the tables, chairs, furniture, the ground, the walls, and the ceiling, which were woven into a blood network, suddenly came alive in Kingpin's roar.

Like a series of sharp spikes,

they launched the most violent attack on the clown Ayling.