In fact, there is an obvious mistake in Jung's thinking. It's not that confronting anything or formless entities requires a corresponding accumulation. Most of the time, resistance is helpless, and it is because there is no way to compromise that they rise up to resist. Determining the odds first, then looking for the right moment, and finally acting, is the move of a wise man, but it is also a trick of conspiracy.

Struggle forward in nothing, strive to grasp every possibility, still retain the ability to fight bravely in the most desperate moments, and firmly believe that victory will come, only then will you be brave.

But the gray robe is neither, he is not sure of the opportunity to win before he begins to sweep away the evil god, nor is he not the evil god who took everything away before he stands up to resist, on this matter, he is neither a wise man nor a brave man. He had to do it, because he couldn't ignore it when he saw it, he had nowhere to escape when he experienced it, he was betrayed by the god of fate, and like everyone else, he couldn't help it.

Looking back, no matter how the gray robe fell into this struggle, Jung's current problem is how to trap this great left hand here as much as possible. Yes, after a trip through its body, the vampires who had managed to return to the outside world in elven form had already learned that with their current abilities, they were not enough to actually kill what was in front of them.

The vast vitality that could not be seen with the power of Barak was already above the dragon. The problem is, if it is really a dragon, things will be easy to do, whether it is internal organs or scales, the dragon is also a living creature, and it can also be killed by external forces. It's just that this left hand is so primitive that it has no point.

The lack of vital points means that the purpose of destruction can only be achieved by repeatedly injuring it, but any destruction will lead to rapid evolution. This makes what is presented to everyone an endless loop. Of course, there are still solutions, and if you want to kill it once and for all, you only need to make it have a critical point that is lethal enough, and the key point itself is also one of the products of evolution.

Unfortunately, Jung is not a cheesemaker, and although he can think of inducing the other party to evolve a lifeline, he can't think of an effective and risky way to do it in a short period of time, so he has to hope that his goal is stupid enough, or that the key is important enough for a creature.

Therefore, rather than expecting the meat ball to take the initiative to become able to kill itself, a more realistic way of thinking is to trap it here as much as possible. Jung was so shrewd that he could have guessed from the time he saw the so-called left hand the reason why the cultists had put so much effort into making offerings to it.

What is the left hand and right hand, it is simply a living energy tank, and the purpose of its existence is definitely not to quickly form in a one-time battle like now, because the huge life energy will make it dull from external stimuli, which is far less simple than gradually cultivating from a weak age. Coupled with the name of its arm, it is not difficult to guess that this thing is actually intended to act as an intermediary for parts that are more difficult to hide in the city.

Since it is an intermediary, as long as it cannot be reunited with its own master, its energy cannot be transmitted to the latter. The next step is that if the team can force this thing to become a complete and independent creature here, and consume its evolutionary energy, then even if they are finally defeated, the Great Left Hand will lose the possibility of completing its mission.

Thinking of this, Jung's expression is slightly better, victory cannot only be achieved by destroying the opponent.

Maybe it was the effect of the blood clan after a big fuss in the body, or maybe the heart had been protected, and the terrifying beating sound gradually subsided as Jung fell back to the ground. The huge mass of flesh began to change from yellowish white to pale pink, which means that it has the concept of blood and blood vessels in its body, and it also means that through the powerful ventricles, it can truly exert the power hidden in this behemoth body.

This is a good thing for the members of the team, because if the damn beating doesn't stop, their hearts will be hurt in the resonance sooner or later, and they won't have to wait for the other side to make a move, and I'm afraid they will be attrition naturally.

"Our goal is not to kill it, but to contain it. Don't let it get out of this building. So remember to protect yourself and don't try to kill them. We can't kill that thing. ”

As the leader of the team and the lord of the river, Jung's judgment needs not be questioned. The elf covered in slime calmly got up from the ground and shook off the attachment on his arm, he was indeed embarrassed now, but his red eyes were still calm.

After gradually calming their heartbeats, several members of the team rejoined the fight. Alice stuck out her tongue and licked her lips, quickly measured the distance with her fingers, and then turned and ran in the direction of her back to the monster. She didn't want to run away, but after realizing that the crossbow arrows she used to use against people could no longer cause substantial damage, she chose to use a more suitable weapon against the enemy.

In addition to their silver arrows, the Witcher's signature is the parts they carry on their backs, and through different combinations, they can always assemble the right items for hunting. But apart from her, there was nothing else to adjust, all they could use was the sword in their hand.

"If we don't want to be covetous, we have to really hurt this thing. Kailas grumbled as she slipped through her muscular tentacles. Muscles imply strength and speed, but they also mean directional fixation.

The reason why the tentacles are difficult to cope with is that it has no well-defined musculature and joints, and any point can be the beginning of change. Now those tentacles are full of bloated muscles, which increase explosive power, but in the eyes of experienced fighters, they reduce the danger.

Moreover, the presence of muscles over the tentacles meant that blood had to be supplied with power, and limbs that could have been discarded at will were no longer so cheap after these costs were invested.

"Anyway, we've got to buy time for the cheese master. We're only dealing with the left hand, and he's dealing with the whole. ”

Atta used his left hand as a fulcrum to push the whole person away from the tentacles' forward path. The magic sword in her right hand slashed across the ground, sending a burst of sparks. The ferocious tentacles pierced through her original position, but before it could retract, the aloft Frakrag had already fallen violently, slamming it to the floor!

"yes, yes, so you'd better expect that guy to move faster, I don't want to... Woo, don't want to be a part of this thing. ”

The cat elf dodged the blow short, and he keenly noticed that the surface of the tentacles had begun to glow with a rough texture, and in some places something resembling barbs. His claws could have carved a large scar into the monster's flesh, but now it was difficult to pierce even the epidermis. The delphinium must be retrieved quickly.

He didn't know that the speed of change had been slowed down a lot. The phagocytic tissue that Jung separated from when he left the monster's body turned into a real tumor, destroying the inside of the monster through lesions. If it were a normal creature, a single finger-sized amount of necrotic matter would be enough to kill it.

Within the monstrous mass, the spreading necrotics only slowed down the rate of mutation in its outer organs. Just as a trace amount of toxin can be broken down or eliminated after entering the human body, Jung's tumor cannot permanently inhibit the evolution of the great left hand. But does that mean it's time to attack it further?

"Be careful!"

Alice's shouts were accompanied by the muffled sound of a bowstring, and instead of silver arrows, a can of oil with a flare shot out of the corner of the floor. The oil pot smashed into the front of the monster's body accurately, and the liquid inside burned quickly under the dual action of collision and flame, triggering a small explosion!

"Bang!"