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In the abandoned shrine, the color of the pupa changes from white to beige, and then darkens to a brown color like a blood eggplant when a wound is scarred.

After a few more minutes of color change, the chrysalis suddenly shattered, and thousands of fingernail-sized fragments collapsed to the ground, those brown fragments were very dry, and when they landed very neatly, none of them were contaminated with the man inside the chrysalis.

The appearance of this Level 3 derivative is that of a man in his thirties, with a soft facial line and medium hair, he looks like a rather Sven person, and the costume he wears is a rookie for the player.

After coming out of the chrysalis, he moved his neck expressionlessly, at this time he did not have a right arm, and his right shoulder was a very flat incision, no flesh was visible on the cross-section of the incision, it was just a plane that emitted a faint light, and if you looked closely, you could see very fine jù streams moving on its surface.

"Cut...... It's still the same as before......" he muttered in an unhappy tone, and walked to a corner of the room, picking up the clay pot on the ground.

His right arm cannot be materialized with the other numbers of his body when he enters the script, so he has to wait for the body to materialize before finding and attaching it every time.

There is a narrow pocket behind the mouth of the pot, similar to the player's white spoon bag, but when the arm comes out of it, this space disappears. The derivative's right arm is like a piece of luggage that cannot be carried with or disassembled, and when it is returned to the script, it is squeezed directly into the spatial rift in physical form.

He took his arm out of the jar and attached it to his shoulder, and when the two glowing cross-sections touched, the entire area on the right side of the derivant's body twisted, and without any physical collision, a wall near that side was suddenly dented, and the surface showed an irregular undulation.

After the connection, he tried to wave his arm, then looked at his right hand and muttered, "So many times...... The run-in time did not shorten even a second...... "He can feel the position of the arm when he is not connected, and he can also know how long it will take for the group of numbers to complete the alignment with the body immediately after the connection."

In short, it will take some time for this third-level derivative to recover to 100% combat power. Now it seemed like the arm was on top of him, but he couldn't use all his strength.

"It hurts......"

"It's so uncomfortable......"

"Save Me ......"

Suddenly, one moan after another rang in the ears of the derivator, and he frowned slightly, and looked down at the voice. I saw that the floor of this room was crawling with terrible ghosts covered in blood at some point.

The ghosts came through the walls from under the floor, like dying people in a deep quagmire, some of them had their heads exposed, some of them were half-cut out, their white spoons of hair were scattered all over their faces, their faces were pale, their sockets were full of black holes, there were no eyeballs, their mouths were half open, their hands were outstretched, they looked like people who were trying to grasp something...... The ghosts' white spoons didn't moan loudly, it sounded like the cries for help of the struggling in pain, but that's how it seeped in...... At this moment, the entire floor of the room was filled with the figures of these ghosts, and the derivative dude barely had a place to stay. Soon, the ghosts reached out and grabbed him, some hands grabbed his feet and neck, and some leaned out and grabbed the corners of his clothes.

"Is this script's wave ss using hallucinations......" His eyes lit up, and a glimmer appeared in his pupils, "Hmph...... Seems to be quite cunning......"

The next second, he bent his knees slightly, making a very light bouncing motion. And this seemingly inadvertent jump made him shake off the shackles of the ghost hand, and turned over with a straight body for a week and a half The difficult action went directly to the beam.

A gray ghost was hiding on the beam, and this monster was exactly the same as the one Feng Bujui had encountered, and before it could make any attacks, it was "exploded" by the derivative with a punch from his left hand.

Level 3 derivants can see the world in the script from a different perspective than the player, they can turn the scenery in their eyes into a state of half jù and half entities, and they can also perceive within a certain range. As a result, illusions are nothing but a threat to them, far less threatening than their actual strength and speed.

"Strange...... Hasn't that level 4 guy dealt with Boss yet? He thought as he lifted his leg and kicked it, tiptoe easily over his head. The roof of the shrine was torn off, and a powerful force of impact broke through a large hole that was large enough for Irito to jump out of.

When he jumped onto the roof, he saw a hazy moonlight in front of him, and of course, light was a minor observation condition for the derivator, and he could see it clearly even in the dark room.

In the courtyard of the shrine, there is a dry well.

At this time, on the edge of the well, the head of the fourth-level derivative was placed.

"What are you kidding...... he whispered, and his body moved forward. The whole entry fell from mid-air, and stood firmly on the ground with both feet.

Coming to the head, he said, "What happened? Seems to know very well that the head can communicate with him.

"I ...... Went to ...... The other side...... Target...... World ......" The head spoke like a broken radio station.

Although the fourth-level derivative is the weakest level among the derivatives, according to common sense, its combat power is by no means worse than that of the script wave SS (not all worlds are suitable for derivatives to enter, such as the world of Thunderbolt, there will never be a derivative), and the current situation is very abnormal.

"I've ...... Finish...... 数jù...... He couldn't ...... whole sentence: "It ...... me Put it in ...... This...... Let you ......" At this point, Jing Zhongjing suddenly stretched out a ghost claw and dragged the head down.

It was also the first time that the third-level derivative standing by the well had encountered such a situation, and he immediately began a series of logical analysis. First of all, I probed the location of the players and GM, these guys are still on the way up the mountain at the moment, and the situation in front of them obviously has nothing to do with them; He then tried to establish communication with Boss at the level of Jù (the benchmark of the third-level derivative is that it can drive some low-intelligence script Boss, so X-23 once commanded Dr. Ashford's mutant), but failed.

"If you don't understand what I mean, I'll say it myself." Suddenly, a deep, distant voice came from the dry well: "I put his head here to tell you to be clever and not to try to be my enemy." ”