In the shadows of the factory.

There are some lines of blood, as well as special materials such as curled hairs and filthy corpses

There is no doubt that this is an altar built by the flesh cultists.

It's just not certain when they called for the coming of the Being.

Under the gaze of many transcendents, something flowed out of the lines of the altar.

Similar to the flesh polymer that Aono saw during that incident.

But there is a big difference.

The blood was dark red, like the color of cinnabar.

It is more like a liquid than the last paste.

The shape of the flesh and the shape of the organs was no longer as obvious as it had been seen then.

They blend together to form a completely new organ.

It didn't look like a heart or an arm, but it looked like a broken limb, like a mutilated brain.

To put it simply, under the patchwork of things, it forms a four-like thing.

Nothing is like, nothing is like.

The strange thing is that in the eyes of everyone, such a picture gives them a subtle sense of harmony.

It's like this patchwork of organs, that's how it should be!

If the last Roshan was like a mess of paste, forcibly mixing together dark chocolate and Ollie's messy mess.

Right now, these blood-colored streams have reached a higher degree of integration.

But such a fusion is itself equivalent to a kind of spiritual pollution for ordinary transcendents.

"Boom!"

The massive fusion organ trembled vigorously.

It was as if the heart was beating, and the slippery, blood-colored liquid was converging inside it.

It also makes people's hearts jump heavily and has an unexpected resonance.

His face was pale.

It can also be seen that the broken corpses on the assembly line around them seem to be "pale" in color.

From a corpse that has just died, to the extent that it has been dead for months or even years.

The fresh breath dissipated, replaced by a rotting stench of corpses.

It's like the smell of a shroud that has been wrapped for decades.

He is in control of the life of flesh and blood!

The members of the Tokyo Rangers are all vigilant as if they were facing a great enemy.

It is impossible to be too vigilant against this kind of existence.

"Human"

Suddenly, there was a hoarse and piercing sound from the mixed organs.

Ayaka Hino and others were instantly shocked.

He is communicating with us

A strong sense of absurdity emerged in their hearts.

This sense of absurdity is no less than seeing the story of the president of a beautiful country who used disinfectant and Twitter to fight against his feelings, and finally contracted his own illness.

Facts have proved that no matter how magical and realistic things in the world are, it is reasonable to have even more magical accidents in the face of the unspeakable.

Aono understood this early on.

Just raised an eyebrow, remembering the god of the thousand eyes that had blinded him for a long time.

Back then, he had the experience of communicating with the unspeakable.

The vast majority of unspeakable beings are actually able to communicate with humans and learn such a lowly language, which is never a difficult task for them.

But they seldom do it, not because they can't do it, but because they don't bother to do it.

It's like humans don't talk to ants on the ground.

The unspeakable does not see human beings as objects of communication.

The two sides are not at the same level, only the relationship between crushing and being crushed.

At this time, because of His opening, Aono breathed a sigh of relief.

This means that He is not a higher level of unspeakable, but like the God of a Thousand Eyes, he is just a lower deity, or a higher being.

Lifting the blood-colored spine in his hand, Qingye walked straight towards him.

Ayaka Hino and the others were even more stunned.

Looking at Aono's back with a blank gaze and hearing him speak, aren't you even a little surprised?

The transcendents are not at peace in their faces and hearts.

In their limited experience, there are not many indescribable things that they have really witnessed, and the words they hear from the treacherous organs are not much different from ordinary people today, of course, it is the first time, how can they not tremble at this.

It's just inexplicable, everyone saw Aono's calm side face, and their mood couldn't help but calm down, as if they had found a backbone.

Yes, we are battle-hardened transcendents.

Even if this happens, it's not surprising, right?

Among the transcendents, only Ayaka Hino sensed something wrong and felt strange, as if she had been given a tranquilizer and suddenly calmed down?

They don't know that Aono is in the panel at the moment.

"Mental mastery" has once again played its part.

It's just that it's different from the usual usage of this skill, and the details of the usual usage can be found in some works on hypnosis and mind control themes.

Aono used it in a strange way.

The existence of this strange organ itself will continuously bring spiritual pollution to many transcendent beings around him.

Filth creeps into their minds and defiles people's sanity.

You can fight with willpower for a short time, but if it lasts for a long time, it may leave an indelible sequelae.

The effect of mental control is that Aono alone bears the erosion of filth in consciousness.

The pollution that one person and nine people have to endure is not in the same order of magnitude.

Filth, filth.

Such an aura, like an avalanche, collapsed from the top of the mountain.

And Aono is standing on the mountainside, a most insignificant figure.

Every snowflake is brave to the end of the world.

But the power of their convergence is nothing but terrifying.

But even if Aono is insignificant compared to an avalanche, his spirit is like steel tempered thousands of times.

He is strong, he is strong, and the breeze blows on the hills.

No matter how fierce the pollution from the outside world is, it can't affect the core of Aono's soul.

Close your eyes.

The eyes were covered with a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, and only a scarlet color remained.

When Aono opened his eyes again, the bottom of his eyes was extremely clear.

At most, he lost two points of sanity.

"You"

The hoarse voice sounded again, as if the vocal cords were not fully developed.

A large, twisted eyeball emerges from the blood plasma.

The pupil is different from the normal human in that it is broken.

The black color in the center seems to be torn and divided, like a tiny grasshopper swimming in it, revealing an indescribable strangeness.

The gaze of the eyeballs fell on Aono, revealing a touch of human doubt.

He killed this group of cultists in an evil way, taking their flesh and blood and devouring their filthy souls by the way.

But at the same time, he was temporarily influenced by the souls of the faithful.

He wondered why this little ant had a similar aura to him, similar to that of the God of a Thousand Eyes.

On closer inspection, He even shuddered slightly.

Is this treacherous aura still above Him?

Filthy flesh and blood, I also experienced the absurdity similar to that of the transcendent.

Aono picked up the blood-colored spine and jumped suddenly, the cement under his feet crumbling and falling from the sky.

The target is that eyeball.

Even as a villain, Aono is the most qualified kind.

Dying from talking too much never happened to him.

It's better to say that Aono has always been a model of "people don't talk much".

Just as they do not communicate with ordinary human beings

In Aono's opinion, there is no need for him to communicate with them.

After all, what is there to talk about things that are destined to be destroyed or eaten in dishes?

Of course, for this guy right now, Qingye doesn't have the slightest appetite in his heart.

Even the black mist didn't want to devour his body, it was so unpalatable!

So, Qingye chose the most brutal way to deal with him.

The blood-colored spine landed heavily on the huge eyeball.

I only heard a "snort" and the juice splashed.

or a clear or blood-colored liquid, splattered in all directions.

Huge mixed organs, the defense power is not very strong, and it is not as hard as ordinary steel.

But He has two other extremely disgusting qualities: Pollution and Regeneration.

Every piece of His flesh, even his tissue, is capable of eroding ordinary people and assimilating them into a part of himself.

The scary part is that the infected person doesn't feel much.

Only by seeing with the naked eye can the abnormality of the body be detected.

If it is dealt with in time, the tissue and flesh that come into contact are cut off, and there is a chance that they will survive.

It's like a chatterbox, the entire lower body is infected, and it is completely incurable.

None of them here are ordinary transcendents.

A cold aura quickly condensed around Ayaka Hino, freezing the splashed liquid into fine pieces of ice.

When cells lose their activity, they lose their ability to erode.

Yanlong high school student Katagiri Yan glanced at Oe Xiangcheng beside him before reciting the "mantra", and finally closed his mouth honestly and stretched out his palm.

The fiery serpent, a little thicker than that day, spread out and landed on the filthy flesh and blood.

Other transcendents have also shown their powers, using their supernatural abilities to inflict damage on huge organs.

The vast majority of those selected for this operation possess the ability to restrain the filthy flesh.

Their biggest problem before was that they couldn't look at Him for too long!

But the emergence of Aono successfully made up for this.

Also as a strong front row, giving them an environment to output.

"You You"

I don't know where the vocal organs are in the body, trembling roars.

Angry and puzzled.

Why didn't these tiny humans fear me in the slightest?

Why haven't you fallen into madness yet?

"You're very noisy!"

Qingye's face did not change, and the blood-colored spine fell on his body again and again.

Flesh and blood flew and destroyed many of its internal structures.

so that He could no longer make a shrill sound.

Ice and flames burst out.

The cold and hot breaths were constantly intertwined, causing more damage to the flesh and blood.

From the moment Aono exerted his "spiritual mastery", he knew it

The winner is decided.

After the vocal organs were destroyed by Aono, a whisper sounded directly in his head.

At this moment, the filthy flesh and blood are already on the verge of collapse and dissolution, and their body size is less than one-fifth of the original.

Aono threw the last stick at him.

"That's a lot of nonsense."