Redemption is surrounded by a group of angry tentacle monsters.

Of course, he was also full of surprise, because in his cognition, trees would not pull up their roots and climb around, and mud would not stretch out its tentacles to attack him. Redemption has a spiritual purity fetish, and he is naturally allergic to things that look like tentacles, so at this moment, he has no intention of even running away, but wants to have fun and turn this area of woods into a sea of fire

But that's just a thought.

"Come on, you retards!" The light blade in the hand of the redemption hand was swayed: "Let me see what you are really capable of!" ”

With that, Redemption quickly shredded the heavy mud-stained protective suit and threw it into the sky! The clothes were followed to the sky by a series of recording instruments.

"Sure enough, forget it" The confidence of redemption suddenly disappeared, he extinguished the light blade with his hand, and then ran desperately under the layers of quagmire and branch tentacles: "Go is the best policy"

He didn't have the guts or patience to touch anything he didn't understand, at least in the face of these ghostly trees, he preferred to avoid them.

"Marcel!" Redemption called out to his Void Companion, his voice mixed with deep helplessness. Marcel is the safest guarantee for salvation to leave this world, although the ability to redeem can also open the door to another world, but to be honest, manipulating the world-class laws of the universe is difficult to guarantee that it will not cause a catastrophe in space, and salvation will not take this risk even if he dies here.

"Marcel Marcel" Redemption was nervously searching, and when he took off his protective suit, he found a hint of crisis.

In this world, the composition of the air is different from that of "that world".

The oxygen level alone caused Salvation to have difficulty breathing, not including other factors, but he couldn't stop to adjust his breathing, because the Treants behind him were running as fast as he was on the muddy road.

"Haha" Redemption judged that he could still hold up for three to five minutes, and he couldn't stand up for one more second! He regretted his reckless move. While his vision was still blurred, he took in the terrain around him.

"On the right hand side is a swamp, absolutely do not venture into the hilly terrain in front of you, I really don't have the strength to climb over the adjacent woods, it doesn't look so malicious, but it's hard to say"

He had to make a choice.

"That tree doesn't jump into the mud, does it?" Redemption took a deep breath, he had never been indecisive: "Run to the swamp"

As for the reason for running to the swamp, no one can say. Maybe it's the strange instinct of redemption, or maybe it's a short circuit in his head. And in fact, his decision really wasn't that good.

"Ha" Redemption endured the intense drowsiness, tried hard to exert strength on his legs, and fought the last of his endurance to run towards the endless swamp.

"I hope it's okay" Salvation of Wind and Fire never expected that he would suffer such a tragic situation. He didn't know anything but that it was a bloody gamble, and if the dryads could move freely in the swamp, then Salvation would have to take an even bigger gamble - using his abilities to fight these bastards. And this is the last thing Redemption wants to do, no matter what, he doesn't want to expose his killer skills at any time and anywhere.

But now, he can't think about anything else! His feet have stepped into the soft mud on the edge of the swamp, so let's take a chance!

"May my death be before the time comes" Facing a puddle of mud, Redemption stepped on it quickly, and with the inertia of his previous run, he swept across the swamp as quickly as if he were a swimmer, and in this way he sprinted far away, and stopped directly on a hard ground in the swamp. Firmly on his feet, he hurriedly looked back: sure enough, the trees had stopped.

Not long after the dryads stood facing the place of salvation, they left the swamp in a panic with their tentacles outstretched.

The trees fled.

"I can finally catch my breath." Redemption thought so and quickly began to breathe steadily—he had to adjust to the optimal breathing rate to slow down the damage caused to him by the air anomaly, and he had to find Marcel as soon as possible. Adjusting his breathing rate would allow him to get used to the air, but it was a delaying measure, and if he didn't use those horrible trees to solve the redemption, the redemption itself would suffocate here.

"One, two, three, four, inhale" Redemption silently recited the rhythm of his breathing. He accurately measured his breathing, and at the same time planned his next action, the first thing to be solved was this air, several deep breaths made the redemption head confused, this is the phenomenon of oxygen poisoning caused by too high oxygen concentration in the air. Although controlling one's breathing can alleviate the symptoms to a certain extent, Salvation can not always pay attention to one's breathing rate, and Salvation has also analyzed: this is not a long-term solution. Oxygen poisoning wasn't so easy to fool, he thought about it and made a decision - use his ability to regulate the air around him.

The power of the "Principle of Reason" can allow Salvation to create his own world in all physical or non-physical ways, and now, he intends to create a small paradise for himself - only a small piece of the world, of course, and he does not want to affect the balance of this world because of his power.

Thinking so, Redemption released his power slightly, and he manipulated the gas molecules around him, splitting, reorganizing, and regulating them

Twenty percent oxygen and 80 percent nitrogen are created

Redemption closed his eyes and sat on the hard ground in the swamp with his legs crossed, he gently released his power, creating a mass of his own gas in front of him, although the air pressure also had a little effect on it, but at least, he didn't have to worry about the environment anymore.

Zizi

Suddenly there was a strange sound behind him, slimy.

"Huh?" Redemption opened one eye: "Marcel? Is that you? ”

He turned his head, only to see an ocean of muddy swamps.

“？” Redemption felt that something was not right, and he clearly heard the voice just now: "Marcel? ”

He turned his head again, and there was still nothing in his vision, but the silence suddenly became very quiet, which was in stark contrast to the noisy environment in which the Treants had chased him, and it was at this moment that Salvation realized that something was wrong.

Why did those big trees run away?

Why is it so quiet here?

This does not bode well.

Redemption stood up silently, he had an intuition of a crisis, he wanted to escape from the swamp, but he couldn't.

When he came to this hard ground in the swamp, he came by running and sprinting, and this place was too small for him to take a few steps.

He couldn't escape.

He leaned down, lit the blade of light, and listened silently to the movement around him, knowing that he might have stepped into a predator's territory.

In fact, he really shouldn't have been here, a huge creature was rising from behind Redemption and leaning out of a swamp, it didn't make a sound, and Redemption didn't notice it by sound.

But the redemptive instinct sensed the crisis.

“！” The mechanical arm with the light blade quickly swept behind him!

Zila――――――

The blade of light sliced through the air, slashing nothing, emitting an empty electromagnetic sound, and it was at this moment that Redemption saw clearly what was behind him - he couldn't help but gasp.

It was a juvering ball of tender pink flesh.

The ball is 10 meters wide. The globular body floated in the air, it looked twisted and twitched, and the tentacles formed by thousands of eyeballs and fangs of different shapes churned around the body like satellites orbiting planets. The center of the ball was pitch black and hard to see, and the endless fluttering of eyes and tentacles intertwined. Its myriad eyes were fixed on Redemption, staring at him, those mouths drooling, as if it had seen a good meal.

Redemption's face turned pale, not because he was afraid, but because he hated the tentacles.

"Squeak――――――" The monster's countless mouths screamed miserably, shaking Salvation's ears.

"Tentacles!" Redemption hurriedly put on a combat posture: "Why do you know how to scream!" ”

(Remembering homework, lingering, no longer delayed)