Sti had been in this place for a long time - he didn't know exactly how long, but he had been there for a long time - after all, as a very fast runner, time should have passed a little faster. This should be a reparation, a reparation to the world.

He crouched down and once again greeted Apollo, whose body had begun to decay, this bright, powerful, handsome, and versatile man had fallen from the sky long ago—as he should, after all, have no idea of time—a long time ago, this time without his own carriage, with nothing but tattered clothes and a bow of plague that had been overstretched by the bowstring. Of course, there is also something that should be there as a matter of course: a body of blood.

"Help me...... "Steele, who understands a little Greek, "help me, mortal, use...... My Bow ...... Help me get my revenge...... You will get supreme ...... ...... from Zeus, the Lord of the Gods Rong ......"

Then, apparently, Apollo spat out another mouthful of blood as punishment for what he had done, and a god who was so proud that he had to add several modifiers to his last words was not entitled to help from anyone else.

Sti really wanted to help Apollo avenge it, and it would be good to at least pull this sacred weapon, but he couldn't get out of this place now, this space with no exit, no concept of time, closed but still pleasant climate.

"Yan Yi!" Once again, Sti yelled in not very proficient Chinese, "Let me out!" What's the good of locking me up! And throw him out! His body is starting to rot! ”

There was still no response in the air, God knows if Yan Yi had never known about his existence, after all, he didn't look like a person who liked mysteries.

What should he do? Sti felt a little desperate, and if he could, he really wished he could run out, using the speed he didn't know why. But he also kind of wished he could be locked up. Because......

It's been a long time since you became the plague itself.

When Apollo fell, Sti clearly felt that there was a cold force entering his body, and in the same way, he could also feel other forces from Apollo's body running to other places, it may be that Zeus took away his divine power when he saw him dead, or it may be that Apollo himself let it go, of course, it is most likely that after he died, the divine power in his body naturally ran out, because no matter what, they are extremely stingy gods, They would rather put themselves in the sea and be entangled in Kraken's tentacles for a few days than give anyone else a single ounce of their divine powers, so naturally it is impossible for them to give this thing to a nobody they have never met.

Well, let's talk about something else, at least a little less about the rogue Greek gods, so what am I going to talk about next? It was the scene of the terrible, disgusting plague wreaking havoc on Steele.

Sti's skin first festered, and then his whole body lost its skin very simply, and then pus flowed out, first only a little sticky pale yellow, and then it was a gray-black that you could see at a glance that was hopeless, and it was really too polite to describe him with an oil drill bit, if you had to say, he was a four-happiness ball fished out of a dung pit - or braised lion's head, or over-roasted sausage, or, it was okay to compare him directly to the contents of it.

How can skin ulcers alone satisfy these disasters that have escaped from Pandora's box? Soon Sti's body was repaired, smooth as new, white and red, and pores were reduced. This is an unexpected gain, but no matter how beautiful the skin grows, it will not be easy to see in a person whose bones have shrunk sharply - his already poor skeleton began to crumble due to lack of calcium, and then it was very direct, and the efficiency contrary to the "old" state-owned "enterprise" turned into powder. Now, he's a bloody version of an inflatable doll, with blood spurting out not only of holes pierced by the bones inside, but also his original holes spurting blood like a PhD student whose deadline is approaching. His body was a piece in an instant, and bile, stomach acid, and even prostate fluid from his internal organs came out like the fluids that always appeared behind it. His stomach acid came in handy at this time, and he was very dutiful in digesting its owner.

Of course, there are some other liquids that are too cumbersome, so I'll just write here for you to leave room for your imagination.

So Sti's body was repaired again, and now his posture has become extremely tall, which is all due to the reshaping of his bones. So, in order to show his health, he quickly began to howl: ......

Ha, how could these calamities give him a chance to howl?

He began to cough rapidly, his lungs filling up with fluid in an instant. The tissues of his lungs began to swell, his throat began to become congested, and the surfaces of his airways were broken to varying degrees, which soon caused him to cough up blood. First bit by bit, then large clots of blood, then the tissues in his lungs, and finally he almost desperately vomited out his lungs, just to get a little breath.

But the lungs are gone, so what can he breathe with? So he fell straight down again.

Well, at least there's a little mercy on these plagues, and their mercy is - to give Steele a little respite. Sti began to regain his body, and he began to struggle again. Two distinct features began to appear on him: his lungs had regrown, and his chest had begun to fester. This led to a horrific result, as his ribs, lung lobes, heart and other organs were directly exposed to the air, and his chest felt as if it had been removed. His diaphragm had lost its support and had fallen a little lower.

So what happened to him personally? This time he was lucky, his brain had melted before he could suffer, because it was so completely melted that it was coming out of his nose, and his eyes were turned around, and the bloodshot white eyeballs were pointing straight out.

In a few moments, he was turned into a pile of pureed meat - well, with two lung lobes intact on it - and never got up again. This was supposed to be something that a strong acid should do, but now it allows the extremely fast retrovirus to do it. They were supposed to turn Sti into a monster, but there was something in his genes that shouldn't have it: the first to come first, to empower him, and another virus that was also a reverse transcriptase. His genetic strand could not withstand such a complex structure, and he lost the ability to put together as early as the transformation process. He was like a large piece of electromagnet that had turned off the switch. It's just that this separation is microscopic, and from a human point of view, there is really nothing special about it.

Eventually, even the lobes of his lungs lost the ability to coagulate together, I mean, to maintain the shape of an organ tissue. Now Sti is a complete scumbag - in every sense of the word. He had now turned into a pile of pureed meat, and in a few minutes, even the puddle of puree had left with the water. Remember the experiment with water, oil and honey in junior high school? That's it.

It seemed that everything had lost hope, and there was only a dead silence all around. Look at the bloody flesh and mud, and the corpse of Apollo that began to stink, and the cold smell everywhere. There is no life here, only almost non-entropy death.

The space was torn apart.

Yan Yi, who was wearing a white suit, and Alto, who was wearing a protective suit, walked in. They walked through the hole that suddenly appeared, as easily as they walked through any ordinary door. Alto's heavy breathing can be heard in the space, which in turn proves that the space, at least now, has entities that can be touched.

"I searched everywhere and asked him to contact the local indigenous elf tribe, and there was no trace of Stie." Alto seemed to have been talking to Yan Yi before he came in, "So I thought of you, if you are not in this dimension, it is obvious that you will have to 'look for it' elsewhere." ”

Yan Yi's face, which had no emotion in his face, and his white suit showed that he wasn't another inferior copy: "In terms of tools, I'm much worse than you humans. You can think of me so quickly. ”

"Don't feel inferior, the most obvious difference between humans and other primates is not the use of tools, but the possession of a highly developed language." Alto's covered, expressionless face showed no sign of jokes, "We're late." ”

As Alto said this, Steel's corpse was decomposing further, as if some strange force was manipulating it, and the flesh on the ground was parting from the water little by little, leaving only a pile of powder and another puddle of clear water.

Alto was looking regretfully at the scum of Sti who had died on the ground, and suddenly thought of something: "...... No, it looks like we still have a chance, but we need to move a little faster. Hurry up and take me to the Devil's Lands. ”

Yan Yi didn't say anything, and a very fantastic-looking hole appeared on the left side of his body, and the scene outside the cave was a scarlet, red earth, red stones, and the iconic Demon Fountain of the Demon Land.

"I think you have to hurry." Yan Yi said.

Yan Yi waited in place for a few minutes, and just as Sti's body was about to be completely dehydrated, Alto walked in with an egg-shaped ball of scarlet flesh.

"That should be enough, but this matter needs to be kept secret." Alto put the ball of meat in his hand on the ground and approached Sti's meat scrap that was not completely dehydrated, "Good brother, it's up to you." ”

"We should go out now, right?" Yan Yi glanced at Alto, who was now covered in disgusting slime.

"Run, I don't want a comedian with your face on it." Alto said as he quickly took off his protective suit, "By the way, dispose of this, although it is unlikely, but I don't need another me...... There is already one. ”

Alto and Yanyi walked out, leaving only the bloody flesh and the imitator's hatchlings in place. They closed the hole as easily as they closed a window.

"How do you think he'll come out in a moment?" Alto looked at Yan Yi and said, his eyes staring directly at Yan Yi's face, as if he wanted to see something from above.

"Sorry, I'm not interested in this kind of thing." Yan Yi also looked straight at Alto, but he seemed to be looking through Alto's face, looking at something else that humans couldn't understand, "I've traveled through countless universes and seen countless identical things, and this kind of thing really can't arouse my interest. I have a partner, but I think you may not know our life forms, so I won't go into the details with you. All you need to know is that I am not God, and you cannot consider a man to be your Savior and Father just because he is stronger than you and covers the sunlight from heaven, which is an insult to the true God. We are all mortal before God. ”

"Do you feel lonely?" Alto turned his head away, no longer looking at Yan Yi, but at the wooden wall opposite. Although he is an agnostic, he is not very interested in this set of arguments.

"If you're asking if I'm a human? Then the answer is no. But I do feel lonely. Yan Yi said, "Actually, this is my projection in three-dimensional space, you should understand it, the projection of a three-dimensional cylinder in two dimensions is a circle--"

"I know, I still know something about high-dimensional space." Alto turned his head back again, and this time he began to pay attention to Yan Yi's body again, with a kind of eye to observe the subject, "That is to say, we are unconcealed to you, no matter how deep we hide, you can see it." But this doesn't matter, how do you keep this projection from collapsing? ”

"Because it's just a projection." Yan Yi said lightly.

"Understood, should we go in and have a look now?" Alto calculated the time, and it should be about the same by now.

So Yan Yi cast his eyes on the position behind him, even if there was only one window and the same scenery outside the window, he looked at it for half a minute.

"Well, the situation is a bit complicated, he has just become a little indescribable......" Yan Yi narrowed his eyes nervously, this action often appears on cats, "It's okay now." ”

A black hole suddenly appeared in the air, and Sti - or rather the imitator - fell out, his whole body emitting steam and a strong smell of sulfur. In his hand he clutched a strange bow in shape, delicate and ornate.

"Ahh Sti turned himself over, his expression horrified, "Disaster is coming!" Disaster is coming! Pestilence! Pestilence! ”