Suddenly, three whips swirled around the surface of the lake, like the giant tentacles of an octopus, struggling and whipping in mid-air.

"It's ...... This is a sea monster that only exists in the deep sea!"

"How could the biosphere of the inner lake produce such a huge sea monster?!"

The stunned samurai fled, screaming hoarsely. Before a few slower-running samurai could finish speaking, they were already caught up by the water whip, lifted up to the sky with ease, and dragged into the lake with a "whoosh".

"Help!" Faced with a sudden unknown threat, the captured samurai was helpless. Just heard a "take care of Zheng Qian!", a white cloak pierced through the air, and the gas-light knife sprayed more than three meters long, simply cutting off the tentacles, and the bound warrior fell in response.

Madrigal cut off the tentacles, caught the samurai, and roared with his head raised: "This thing can be broken with a sword!

Tang Xianchu imitated the madrigal, jumped up from the hill, screamed and cut off the other tentacle, and fell to the ground at the same time as the samurai, but he didn't pick up the person, so the man kicked his legs and rolled. Zheng Qian was protected by Yu Long, holding her lips and opening her eyes, she didn't even dare to come out of the atmosphere when she saw the thrilling battle. It wasn't until Madrigal took the lead that she believed that Madrigal's instincts were correct. And Pastoral ignored Yuan Hua, he was really tired of some people's bureaucratic behavior.

The broken tentacle evaporated into a mist in the sky, and the tentacle was actually cut into a splash of water with a knife. When Madrigal landed with the samurai in his arms, his eyes suddenly widened, because his eyesight had reached the level of 2 stars, and he could see that on the surface of every drop of water in mid-air, there were two or three flat beetles scurrying on the surface of the sphere, exactly the same as the people in the wall - the only difference was that because of the small size of the beetles, even if they were in the sky full of broken jade, they were still agile, and the casualties were very small!

Then, the samurai was drenched in the black rain. Madrigal was also drenched in some black rain - and then he saw the droplets of water shatter into pools on the samurai's armor, and the parasitic beetles on the liquid surface suddenly rushed up to the samurai, like dense tattoos, and swam on the samurai's body.

The samurai saw that the madrigal's eyes were about to crack, and before he could tell what he was doing, he didn't finish asking "what's wrong", and the beetle tattoos all over his body rushed towards his eyes, ears, mouth, nose, and nose, as if performing cartoons on human skin. The samurai drank a pot of beetles like a cow, and the shells of the worms were all over his tongue, mucous membranes, throat, and eyeballs like sores, and his body was probably covered with dense black spots. Then, without knowing what had happened, the samurai's skin suddenly collapsed, his arms slumped like a leaky balloon, his skin crumpled over his bones, blood poured down like a floodgate, and the madrigal seemed to be holding a red waterfall, and only a pair of armor, a skin, and a skeleton remained on his hands.

The temple warrior did not evaporate after his death, but left the body in real life. This is unheard of.

Madrigal had never seen such a strange swarm of insects, and he watched as his brother in his arms turned into a cascading waterfall. On the corpse, the black-pressed beetles scattered in all directions, and some of them crawled on the madrigal!

Madrigal reached out to pick up the beetles, and found that he couldn't touch them, they were just moving patterns on his skin - he suddenly realized that these beetles didn't exist, they were parasitic creatures on a flat surface, just like the people in the wall!

"Most of the martial arts that stretch matter into a flat surface are so advanced that only those who know how to do it can perform them. or escape into the shadows, or incarnate into murals, or stealth on the spot, all of which were done by the grandmasters, and most of them have been lost. "The Promotion Guide scribbles on the three-dimensional biology of two-dimensional martial arts. After seeing the people in the wall, Madrigal thought that it was a member of a well-organized Shadow Escape Grandmaster Association, so he kept his composure and asked the flagship to launch an investigation into the federal civil society group that practiced shadow retreat.

However, the current situation has actually overturned the previous assumption -- insects have no wisdom and cannot practice martial arts, so how can they parasitize on the "plane"? Madrigal immediately deduced that around the black hole, there is a "biosphere" parasitic in the two-dimensional world, and everyone from insects to people in the wall are all members of the "two-dimensional biosphere." These insects crawl on their bodies and they can't even be touched by their hands, let alone get rid of them. Unless you skin yourself in a second, you can only watch them flow into your eyes, ears, mouth, nose, and nose, and then inexplicably turn into pus.

According to Li Zi's words, it is better to blow himself up.

Pastoral was crawled by insects, and Tang Xianchu and Lu Yu over there were even more unhappy. Tang Xianchu was bloody, Lu Yu was fine, both of them came forward to save people, but Tang Xianchu had no heart and lungs, and he didn't pick up others at all, so he didn't come into contact with insects, and as soon as he saw the beetles gushing out from under the skin of the victim's "leaking" person, Tang Xianchu ran away. But Lu Yu loves soldiers, and when he went to drag people up, he was crawled up to his left arm by insects - Lu Yu watched the samurai he had just rescued melt into bones, and he realized two things in the lightning: insects are two-dimensional creatures, and insects will be fatal if they crawl into the seven orifices. In an instant, Lu Yu swung his knife and broke his wrist, dropped his left hand crawling with insects, retreated, and stayed away from the insect swarm, while holding the left wrist of "Sizzle" spurting blood, he shouted at the throat to warn the madrigal: "Centurion! The insect swarm is deadly, don't get close! You can attack from afar!"

Then Yang Ji shouted heartbreakingly: "Centurion!"

When Lu Yu, Yu Long, Tang Xianchu, and Zheng Qian heard the sound, they saw Muge holding an empty armor dripping with blood, standing tall in a pool of blood, and the white cloak was densely covered with black spots, like glutinous rice balls rolling in sesame seeds. And more beetles have invaded the lake like a black tide, like black paint overflowing, eroding the grass everywhere, and the madrigal's feet have become pitch black, as if standing in oil.

At this moment, Zheng Qian knew that Pastoral was dead. She was so excited that her mind flew over the words of praise that swallowed mountains and rivers, and flew over the magnificent and poignant eternal sacrifices. She was to stare at the death of the Pastoral with her eyes wide open, not missing every detail, to allow herself to mourn with joy and sorrow, and then write a tear-jerking, intense work that would make the Commonwealth remember the Madrigal's sacrifice, and then win the highest journalism award, which would be translated into eight languages and published throughout the galaxy.

When the Freedom Flag fled, they looked back and saw the madrigal who was in the place of death, and they all stopped fleeing for their lives and shouted heartbreakingly: "Pastoral flag!"

No matter how quickly the pastoral is promoted or how high the rank is, in the hearts of the 84 people of the Freedom Banner, the pastoral will always be the wise and decisive pastoral banner that shares weal and woe.

Pastoral held the bones of the robe and looked up at the sky. The lake seems to have been sucked into the air by a tornado, and has been piled up more than ten meters high, forming a bunch of flowing water insects that stand tall in the sky, staring down at the idyllic song that stands still. In the brief staring of the god and the worm, the huge lake insect tilted its head and looked at it with curiosity, while the fearless pastoral saw the essence of the lake worm:

This lake insect is black, not because the water is black, but because the liquid surface is crowded with black beetles, and Shengsheng changed the clear lake water to black. In other words, these two-dimensional beetles have formed a group of consciousness, and they are manipulating the plane of the "mirror lake" to help the two-dimensional insect swarm "simulate" a three-dimensional body by changing the fluid state of the liquid surface. This is why the "tentacles" stretched out by the water worm were slashed into water droplets by the madrigal, releasing countless beetles. Because the lake is nothing more than a vehicle that has been "kidnapped" by a two-dimensional beetle.

Therefore, this behemoth and giant tentacles that emerged from the inner lake only looked like a deep-sea monster, but in fact it was not a sea monster - how could the biosphere of the inner lake feed an aquatic beast the size of a sea monster? The judgment of the samurai was correct from the beginning.

The position of the pastoral song is both a place of death and a place of observation. In order for the others to return to the fortress alive, Madrigal must find a way to restrain the lake worms. With good eyesight, Madrigal gained insight into the formation mechanism of lake insects. When he was dying, he maintained his grandmaster-like composure, and with his eyesight higher than ordinary people, he instantly understood the mystery of the monster. Maybe his physical body is only a 2-star samurai, but in the spiritual realm, he is an absolutely arrogant nobleman.

The lake worm was very curious and looked at the madrigal for a second. Madrigal looked up at the lake insect and thought further, "Why does the two-dimensional beetle like to cling to the water, can't it be attached to the land?" At this time, the black tattoo formed by the beetle has crawled up to the madrigal's neck, which is shocking.