The passage was not wide, at most only one person could push a food cart through, and even if Enacillin wanted to, there was nowhere for him to hide, as for escaping? Forget it, not to mention how stupid it was to expose his back to the enemy, just because this monster was imagined by Enacillin, he would never be able to escape.

Who can be sure that the monster will not change according to his thoughts? Who can be sure that there will not be another monster if he goes any further?, so to be on the safe side, Enercillin decided to deal with what was considered his creation first.

He sighed secretly and muttered helplessly:

"What the hell was I thinking, I made such a big trouble. ”

His monstrous creature didn't wait for him to finish complaining, its gathered, hard, huge wings were striking at Ernacillin's head!

Just as the tip of the wing was about to pierce Enacylin's forehead, his upper body quickly turned to the left half, dodging the sharp tip of the wing.

But due to the speed of turning, Ernacillin suddenly lost his balance and fell backwards under the pull of gravity.

But his subconscious mind was faster than he could think, and a subconscious roll avoided a fall while moving away from the wings that grazed his forehead.

At the same time as he moved away from the monster's wings, the monster's gathered wings unfolded and cut horizontally over the place where Enacillin had just stood, and the sound of the breaking wind and the reflection of the edges of each feather seemed to tell Enacillicillin that if he hadn't moved away from them just now, then at this point, his upper and lower bodies would have become two separate parts - you know, each feather on these three pairs of wings could be hardened into the sharpest blade.

The monster that unleashed such a move had stopped by this point, and wrapping energy around each of the three pairs of huge wings seemed to be no easy thing for it - it fell into a brief period of hibernation.

At this time, Enacylin, who had already dodged the monster's blow, half-squatted on the ground and was about to give this monster in the buffer period a blow, suddenly coughed violently, and he felt that his body suddenly became inexplicably weak, especially his lungs and throat, which were dry and painful as if he had been forcibly stuffed with a large ball of hot and rough sand.

"Ahem, ahem, damn it, why are you ...... at this time. ”

He coughed violently, like a seriously ill patient.

"Ahem...... This is not quite right. Enercillin frowned, but the monster he imagined didn't give its creator much time to think, it had already gone through that short dormant time, reinstilling energy into its wings.

It seemed to be much smarter, and seemed to understand that it didn't need to use its own three pairs of wings to deal with such a tiny ant, which would be too energy-intensive. This time, it chose to wrap its energy around its front pair of wings.

Ernacillin half-crouched on the ground, looking at the feathers standing up on its back and the wings that had swelled twice as hard, and felt a chill in its back. He had a hunch that if he didn't take some action, he probably wouldn't have to move again for the rest of his life.

He reached into his pocket, and in an instant, the oppressive dark brown tone channel was distorted and transformed into a black and white floor tile, splashed with bright paint in some places, and the ceiling and floor were half upside down and half normal and the studio was turned upside down.

Just as the scene was being constructed, the monster's erect feathers were ripped out by its own energy, revealing the rotting flesh wings that had been covered in feathers and covered with eyes. Those eyes opened one by one, and a lot of the black thick blood that overflowed after the feathers were plucked out flowed to those eyeballs, which made those eyeballs struggle to turn while constantly emitting black-red smoke, and soon, they were completely corroded, leaving small black holes.

"It's really ruthless. ”

The use of the upside-down studio gave Ernacillin a little more room to breathe, and he sighed bitterly.

The monster that had plucked all the feathers from its wings let out a scream that seemed to pierce its eardrums, and the eyeballs that remained on its rotting wings stared at him with a look of extreme resentment and pain.

It screamed, surrounded by countless feathers with black blood at its roots, dense like rain on a stormy day, but they were hard and sharp like knives, and could easily cut enemies into small pieces. The softest part of their top is now the sharpest and most dangerous point, and the slightest glance at it makes your eyes tingle.

Ernacillic looked at the pitch-black feathers that were as dense as a rainstorm and as sharp as a knife, and he was unusually calm at this moment.

No matter how dense and sharp these feathers are? This is the upside-down studio, his home turf. Any enemy who tries to use this teleportation ability against him here is unlikely to pose much of a threat to him.

No matter how terrifying and powerful this monster is, it is just a piece of Enaicillin's imagination, and even if it is strong, it cannot be strong enough beyond Enacylin's comprehension, unless, there is an extremely high being controlling it.

The pitch-black and sharp feathers stabbed at Ernacillin like a torrential rain, but he didn't panic, and the corners of his mouth even hooked up a slightly twisted and strange smile.

"Smack!"

He snapped his fingers.

When the jet-black feathers like a rainstorm were about to touch him, they seemed to be blocked by an invisible wall, and the wall seemed to have a layer of extremely elastic substance, bouncing all the dense pitch-black feathers like the rainstorm.

Actually, it's not right to say that they bounce off, because Ernacillin doesn't bounce them away, but changes the direction of the force that blesses them, causing them to fly backwards.

This is a unique effect of the scene of the upside-down studio, and it was discovered by Enacillicillin after he untied the chains. The known abilities of the Upside Down Studio scene are the most basic "Upside Down", which represents the "stagnation" of the paint that spills out but stays in the air forever, and the newly discovered change in the direction of the force. It's just that this ability can't be used on creatures that are two tiers stronger than themselves.

These abilities are getting stronger with Anaxiline, and they all have corresponding manifestations in the scene. However, Ernacillin couldn't figure out what the paints and canvases were doing, and he guessed that the two halves of the different spaces had different effects for different purposes.

The sudden upside-down flight of black feathers like a rainstorm was incomprehensible to the monster's low intelligence.

It couldn't understand why it had been plucked from itself, had caused it to suffer terribly, and why the feathers that blessed it with its own energy had betrayed it and stabbed at it.

Puzzled and angry, it increased its energy output, screaming desperately, pouring all the energy that sustained its existence onto the feathers. In a vain attempt to make these feathers who betrayed it loyal to it again, follow its orders to cut that damn reptile into pieces!

It was furious now, the sharp pain on its black, rotting wings spurring it on, the silvery smooth tentacles that made up its head dancing wildly, and the ancient strange sound coming from it carried extreme anger and resentment.

The dense pitch-black feathers like a rainstorm were pushed forward a lot by the large amount of energy, and in response, it let out a sneer-like sound, as if to show off its strength.

In this regard, Ernacillin only maintained a presumptuous and distorted smile on his face, and snapped his fingers lightly.

"Smack"

The monster spent a great deal of energy pushing through some large areas of pitch-black wings, flying backwards towards it at a speed that was several times faster than before.

This time, it didn't have the time and energy to push the feathers.

The feathers that pierced him were blessed with its energy, and directly in front of it was the roots that still had a little black blood remaining.

The black feathers of the rainstorm soon covered it completely, and its massive body was now like a huge target, and the flesh of its lower body covered with eyeballs caused it to suffer greatly, and those eyeballs were pierced and covered by its obviously corrosive black blood, and bursts of black-red smoke came out of it, and it writhed sharply and frantically, screaming, and the remaining eyes stared at Ernacillrin as if they wanted to tear him apart completely, so that he could feel the pain too.

But none of this worked, it had poured all its energy into those feathers, and it had no ability to defend and counterattack at all.

It can only be said that it is self-inflicted, it wants to shred the ennacillin, it frantically pours all its energy into the feathers, trying to fight against the force that has been reversed, but it does not expect that it will just hasten its death.

That's the saddest thing about it, it's huge, it's powerful, it's even smart, it's great to learn. But after all, it is just a patchwork monster, a patchwork thing that has been synthesized at random, has no complete logic, has no ability to think, and cannot exist.

It doesn't think for itself, it's just fighting its own strength on instinct, and it's doomed to dissipate painfully against someone like Ernacillin, who is extremely good at playing to its strengths and avoiding its weaknesses.

When the pitch-black feather had completely lost its energy and slowly floated down from mid-air, Enacyrin slowly approached the monster that had been pieced together by his imagination.

It had fallen to the ground and could not move, its golden eyes staring at him weakly and resentfully.

Ernacillin saw that there was still a trace of simple ignorance in its resentful eyes.

It didn't understand how it was born, but it knew in a daze that it was something that had been pieced together, and that the person it first saw was its creator.

It tried to communicate with its Creator, but alas, he could not understand its filthy and ugly language. It suddenly felt very angry, it was clear that what he imagined was so beautiful, but when it was combined into itself, it was so ugly and terrifying that he began to be afraid.

Why?

It didn't understand, but it felt angry.

For no apparent reason, it decided to attack him, tear him apart, and then put it back together.