"Weak...... Crawlers!"

The cold and evil ancient language appears with the distortion of space, and it brings the oldest and most primitive horrors. Its massive body slowly squeezed out of the distorted space, wriggling on the ground. Perhaps because it had just been born, it seemed to have little vitality and stayed where it was, not moving much. But even so, its huge and strange appearance was enough to make an ordinary person suffer a strong mental blow.

Ernacillrin turned his head stiffly, his pupils constricted when he saw the thing, he really didn't expect that what he imagined could be so weird:

It was a black, distorted mass of flesh that resembled organs, difficult to describe in human language. It had numerous closed slits, and on top was a humanoid in a black robe with six pairs of large black wings on its back. That's right, the figure grows on a piece of meat.

Its head was lowered, and its lower body, wrapped in layers of black robes, was joined by black, twisted pieces of flesh, and the upper half of its body was tightly obscured by the wide black robes, and Ernacillic could not see its appearance through the hollow darkness beneath the clothes.

This monster was born from the fusion of all of Ernacillrin's imagination, but it was dangerous, terrifying, as if it represented the twisted chaos itself, something that could not exist in the world.

"Tsk, it's a bit of a bad ......"

Ernacillin squinted slightly and observed it, and found that it was still a little different from his own imagination, for example, it did not have the momentum of ignoring everything in the world, it only had a pure horror and evil.

Click.

A tooth-aching sound of bones rubbing came into Enercillin's ears, and along with this sound, the figure with six pairs of pitch-black wings behind it raised its head, and Ernacillin saw that its face, which was previously covered by black robes, did not have facial features, and even its entire head was a bunch of weird and terrifying, silvery and slippery tentacles!

The countless slits in the flesh beneath it were opening one by one, and inside these so-called "gaps" were bloodshot golden eyeballs, each of which rotated irregularly, but after finding the living thing, the movements focused on him in great unity.

They stared at Ernacillicline with a cold, resentful look in their eyes, as if they were going to tear Ernacillin apart completely.

Ancient horror, evil and cold words came from the figure on top of the flesh again, and the head of the silver funny tentacles was facing Enacillin, and they danced like twitches, constantly saying the ancient and terrifying words to Enacillicillin, but except for the original "weak...... Reptiles", Enacillin didn't understand a word, and even this sentence was still his transliteration and guess, and he didn't know the specific meaning.

It uttered several words in succession, as if sensing that Enacyrin could not understand its words, and its twitching silver tentacles were now flying desperately like crazy to vent their master's anger. At the same time, its massive, eyeball-covered lower body squirmed and rushed towards Ernacillin.

Don't get me wrong, although it is squirming towards the enacylin, it is no slower than a person running at full speed. The six pairs of huge jet-black wings behind it are not ornaments, on the contrary, these six pairs of jet-black wings can not only carry it around, but also be an important part of it. As it quickly rushed towards the Enacillicillin, its six pairs of jet-black wings flapped and accelerated, and as it approached the Enacillicillin, three of its pairs of wings pressed tightly together, the feathers wrapped in strange energy sharp and hard.

Ernacillin wanted to get around it and duck behind it when he saw it coming. But just when he was about to act, he remembered what Ed said, no matter what, he must not leave this straight passage, absolutely not!

PS: Today's exam proves that the exam will be the final exam next Monday and Tuesday, and that's it for today, I'm very sorry!