When Zhu Jue woke up again, the sky did not see the light.

The last dark period before the dawn, to be exact.

His coma didn't last long, only half an hour.

"Ahem...... Gott~"

His mind was still filled with dizziness and nausea, and he barely straightened up, leaning against the stump next to him, sorting out the current situation.

First, I looked at the location where the monster's body was originally located, it was already empty, and the guy really wasn't dead...... Or is it seen after death...... That power saved life.

Giving up thinking about that dark cloud for the time being, Zhu Jue didn't want to add a burden to his spirit, which was already close to his limit.

Realizing that he was probably running for nothing this time, he punched the top of the stump next to him with some irritation.

Kara~

The sound of shattering sounded immediately, Zhu Jue's fist stopped, and he looked sideways with some confusion.

The surface of the stump has an extra 2-inch thick fist print.

Zhu Jue didn't care about the fist mark itself, because with his current strength, let alone a fist mark, it was easy to break this stump.

The key is that he didn't deliberately mobilize his strength when he swung his fist, just a random punch, which was usually used with this level of strength when he was fighting with Wu Tong, but he made a deep fist mark on this thick wooden stake.

Wu Tong is steel and iron?

Apparently not.

There is only one explanation, Zhu Jue's own strength has increased!

"Why is this happening?"

Zhu Jue is not a heartless person, there must be a reason for the increase in strength, and he did not eat the meat of new evolution, and was even beaten by a monster.

Recalling his previous situation, he immediately thought of the phantoms that had been knocked out of his body.

In fact, even he didn't know where those guys came from, but judging from their types, it seemed that they were the spiritual pollution source monsters that he had devoured, and they were pulled out of his body by the monsters......

Force yourself to concentrate and gather your consciousness.

Oh~

It was still the little lynx with dark golden horns and some silver-gray hair, and it appeared directly in Zhu Jue's arms, exactly like what he saw in the snowfield.

Weak and almost pure!

Before tonight, it didn't look like this.

No one has a better say in this than Zhu Jue.

Its physical state is more like a combination of the characteristics of various spiritual pollution sources, and now, all that is left is the hair and sharp horns that symbolize the bear monster.

Zhu Jue had to think about what this meant.

"If it represents my consciousness, then the signs of the spiritual pollution source monsters that originally existed on it are undoubtedly the consciousness of those guys, and they were pulled away from my body by the tentacle whipping before...... Why do I have any strength left?"

At the first glance of the little lynx when he entered the snow field, Zhu Jue was already mentally prepared, such as being directly beaten back to the initial state, but at the moment this situation was obviously unexpected, his strength did not decrease but increased!

Meddlesome?

The faint feeling of discomfort in his body made Zhu Jue, who had just risen this thought, extremely depressed, kicked on the stump, and the stump the size of a basin rose from the ground and flew into the woodland a few meters away.

As time passed, Zhu Jue had become aware of the abnormal changes in various forces in his body.

This is definitely not good news.

That's what he's sure of!

Sitting on the broken wood next to him, Zhu Jue put his elbows against his thighs, supported his cheeks with his palms, and began to analyze himself.

Aside from external forces such as scavengers and three-day moon swords, Zhu Jue's power roughly comes from three aspects:

One is the power of the spiritual pollution source monster, which can be said to account for 95% of the total strength, Zhu Jue can have today's combat effectiveness, relying on almost all the power of the spiritual pollution source monster that he devoured.

The second is the power that Zhu Jue has as a human being, which is only less than 1%, because his body has actually collapsed a long time ago, and without the strength of the bear monster to support it, he should have died a long time ago.

The third is the spiritual power that Zhu Jue realized in the power of the monster of the spiritual pollution source, that is, the little lynx that is now lying in his arms and smacking his mouth, accounting for about 4%.

Which of these three powers does Zhu Jue like the most?

Nature is his own comprehension, the little lynx born from the condensation of his consciousness, because other powers do not belong to him in the strict sense!

The restlessness in the body now is the best proof of this!

The power in Zhu Jue's body that belongs to the first part is certainly powerful, but after all, he relied on the flesh that devoured the source of spiritual pollution, and most of it was the power that was used immediately, which was not much different from the electronic brains and intelligent equipment on the mechanical soldiers of the federal government or the Yuanfan Machinery Group, but the strength level was higher.

They surrender because of Zhu Jue's strength, so there is nothing unusual about using them normally, at most, it causes Zhu Jue's mental burden, and this is equivalent to those soldiers controlling those intelligent equipment through electronic brains, and most of the time they are naturally handy.

What if the electronic brain gets out of control?

Zhu Jue is now facing this situation.

Zhu Jue's personal will was certainly pure because the will of the monsters from the source of spiritual pollution was withdrawn, but what that monster took away was only the will, and the power he gained after devouring the flesh of evolution could not be extracted because of the restraint of the body.

If Zhu Jue's will is strong enough, this will undoubtedly be a great thing for him, because he can completely control these forces, and they will eventually become his true powers.

However, the reality is that Zhu Jue's will has not grown at all, it is just a little lynx that is only two months old and likes to shrink in his arms to seek protection.

He knew he couldn't expect anything more from it, like being strong overnight and controlling everything...... That's unreasonable.

It is precisely because of this that Zhu Jue would say to it in the cold wind and snow of the dream snow field before: "I will protect you." ”

It's a promise.

Just like when he found the wind chimes on Fangdou Mountain.

The mechanical soldier found that he could only take off the equipment if it was not controlled, or he could control it by manual operation, but Zhu Jue's power could not do this, and he lost the limitation of his original strong will.

They are dissatisfied.

So the riots began.

This moment of Zhu Jue is the most powerful time since he came into this world, but it is also the time when he is closest to collapse and perish.

He didn't know how long his body could bind those forces......

It's a countdown to his life.

"Flo, you owe me a great favor!"

I didn't get anything from this journey except for this absolutely sensational video, and now that I have put myself in, Zhu Jue got up and walked towards the village, leaving footprints on the surface of the woodland with every step, like walking on the moon.

Zhu Jue was ready to return to Yecheng as soon as possible, he didn't know how to solve the physical problem for the time being, he needed more time to think, although he didn't know how long he would have time to think.

However, when he approached the village.

What you see is no longer those gloomy and obscure buildings, but a large sea of fire......

After a minute of stupething in the bud rice field outside the village, Zhu Jue began to run towards the radio tower inside the village, where he remembered that Flo was targeting.

Walking along the street, Zhu Jue passed by the square where he had stayed with the black-robed people before, and found that there were actually a large number of broken corpses here.

They were stacked on top of each other, with flames burning on them, needless to say, they must have been other villagers in the village.

Thinking of the time bomb in his backpack, Zhu Jue quickly understood the ins and outs of the matter.

The people living in this village have long been completely brainwashed by the cult, and their spirits have been polluted, and a considerable number of people have become mutants of alternative spiritual pollution sources, and the rest of them are probably not far from this state, even if these people are discovered by the federal government, what awaits them is probably death or some special experiments in the government laboratory.

Instead of tormenting them between lucidity and nightmares, give them a good time now.

At least for now, they are still immersed in their own world.

Continuing to move forward, Zhu Jue soon came to the location of the broadcasting tower.

Not surprisingly, the place was now a burning ruin, and Zhu Jue tried to call Flo's name a few times, but there was no response.

In the end, all you see is a few characters laid out with stones in the open space in front of the ruins.

"Thanks, backpack...... What do you mean?"

Zhu Jue looked at the two characters on the ground separated by a distance, the former word told him that Flo was afraid that he had died in the fire with these people, but the latter word made him scratch his head.

The throbbing pain in his body interrupted Zhu Jue's thoughts, and he couldn't stay here any longer.

Regardless of what Flo left behind, it was more important to solve the problems he was facing.

......

After dawn, outside the valley.

It's still the same road.

A tired figure boarded the three-story long-distance bus and, like the rest of the passengers, sat down in a window seat with fewer people around.

He just told the grotesque studio that he was safe, and then hung up the communication.

The constant colic pain in his body made Zhu Jue's face pale, but his expression was still calm.

Leaning against the window, looking at the backward scenery outside, Zhu Jue raised his hand and looked at the gray flesh in his palm.

It was lifeless flesh.

Retracting his gaze, he turned to the backpack in his arms.

Inside there is a hand-bound book...... It should be said that it is a palm-sized booklet.

Zhu Jue found it when he retrieved his backpack last night, and he thought that he should have put it in when he broke into the observation post alone last night, and Flo was guarding his backpack and weapon magazine.

The book has several black letters on the cover.

The Book of Dekien

This was the treasure Flo had spoken of in his conversations with the cultists, and it was the synthesis of the knowledge he had gained in his dreams, and although he was tormented by those dreams and nearly collapsed, he still faithfully wrote down their contents and found them a master he thought fit for.

......

Late at night on the day Zhu Jue left.

Another group of people visited the villages deep in the valley.

Looking at the ruins, the man at the forefront, draped in a robe embroidered with mysterious symbols, pointed in the direction of the altar.

"Do whatever it takes to find it, and ...... Find them!"

He said.