Chapter Ninety-Eight: Out of Control

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Lynch's heart fell, and the electric light in his hand flashed, and the power increased, intending to melt the navel head that felt harder than steel.

The woman at his feet screamed, clutching Lynch's iron boots with her own feeble paws, her eyes rolling and her mouth spitting blood.

The monster standing outside the door finally couldn't hold it anymore, and its mouth was wide open on its stomach as it made a cooing sound, and it was about to squeeze into the door with its own belly that was almost as big as the door.

The fragile edge of the door was crushed, and the monster's big belly squeezed in, its high upper body like a soft noodle, and only after the big belly squeezed in did it rub against the sharp edge.

Because it doesn't have hands, this way of entering seems a bit comical.

If you come in, I'll go out.

Lynch immediately wittily wanted to let go of his hand, but found that the woman under his feet was hugging him. At this time, she seemed to be powerless, but she seemed to be gushing out of endless power, she raised her head, and only the whites of her eyes were staring at Lynch, while laughing miserably, like an epilepsy.

Lynch's feet flashed with lightning, and he shook it a few times to shake off the crazy thing that didn't know if it was a human or a ghost.

Even though her whole body was scorched by electricity, the woman still didn't let go.

"Like me, just be its sustenance...... You won't live long in this kind of place anyway!"

Unexpectedly, the guy who was about to die under his feet became a hidden danger.

Lynch stomped on the woman's head, but helplessly found that her hand still did not let go.

Even if you die, you have to carry your own resentment and pull others into the water.

Helpless, Lynch had to try to maintain his balance, and with a wave of the sword in his hand, he slashed towards his hair, hoping that the sharpness attribute of the long sword would be activated, or the long sword itself could cut off the hair as hard as steel wire.

As a result, this time, no attributes were triggered, and the sword did not cut off the hair.

At the same time, the monster that squeezed into the door finally launched its own attack, its smooth and delicate and slender neck, flicking, winding towards Lynch, and the only mouth on the top of the small head was still talking to itself, trying to stimulate Lynch with chaotic and weird evil language.

Since his first talent awakening, Lynch has basically never been hit by the so-called mental interference in this regard, and the only time he overturned was that the opponent's strength was too high.

However, this is only a means of assistance for the monster, its slender head suddenly elongated, and while closing the distance between itself and Lynch, it opened the large mouth on its stomach, revealing the dense teeth inside, and pounced on Lynch like a sumo wrestler.

It's a bit close.

Lynch estimated it, and after fighting for a while, Lynch also had a rough grasp of the strength of this monster.

This monster should have been originally possessed by the woman from before, and its strength is not too high, and its various abilities do not look so exaggerated.

In general, the possession of the body that eats up oneself is either very strong or very weak. Strong is very strong possession, the ability is weird, generally this kind of possession, if the ability is a little careless, there is a danger that it will not be controlled, and some people can't even hold the sixth talent - that is, their own weirdness, and they start to open five or five with the fire successor, and they will be controlled by their own possession. The monster born of this possession is very terrifying.

Weak is the ability of the person itself is weak, and the possession is also very poor, and the possession born of the weak person who will be eaten back by some external forces is relatively weak, and the possession of some people even has no fighting talent in the first place.

Lynch's luck is good, although the possession opposite him has a talent for fighting, it is actually a weak kind.

The question now is whether any other monster will come over after hearing the action. And there should be more than one monster attracted by the series of sounds before, and Lynch will not hope that the lantern hanging in front of the door just now attracted a monster.

Lynch thought so, but stopped moving, and raised the long sword in front of his chest, and his whole body gradually glowed with wisps of lightning, allowing the monster's long slimy neck to wrap itself around him.

Hurry up and hold back the big move to solve it quickly, you can't continue to entangle here.

The brainless monster didn't wonder why the human in front of him had stopped struggling. All it could think about now was to put this tasty-looking creature into its mouth and digest it slowly, so as to make up for the loss of its main body before.

The slender and powerful neck lifted Lynch up with ease, and the crack in the monster's stomach opened its mouth wide for feeding.

How do you catch this lightning ball with your stomach?

Lynch's electric hands trembled, and the creaking sound stunned the monster.

Then Lynch's other hand was horizontally slammed, and the sharp blade finally triggered the special effect this time, and the monster's tough body was cut open, and orange juice seeped out of it and poured onto Lynch's clothes, burning the robe with a big gap.

However, Lynch's bound body finally had some room to move.

He threw the sword away, his free hand grappling the monster's slender neck tightly so that he wouldn't throw Lynch into a large mouth under his stomach, and the thunder and lightning that had gathered more and more on his other hand gradually condensed into a blazing white ball of light.

The monster's disadvantage of not having two hands was apparent, and it staggered and flung its giraffe-like neck angrily, whipping against the walls of the house to shake Lynch off its neck.

At the same time, its sluggish head finally felt the threat of electric light from Lynch's hand, the big mouth on its stomach was wide open, its sharp teeth were squirming in it, and clusters of yellowed mucus were gathering inside, and at the same time, its umbilical cord-like hair finally took the initiative to disconnect from the woman and slowly stretched out towards Lynch.

Lynch endured the uncomfortable sensation of his body hitting the wall, clinging to the monster's slimy body, trying to keep the lightning ball in his hand from exploding in his hand.

I can't hold it anymore!

Lynch gave up the idea of continuing to be greedy and increasing the power of the lightning ball in his hand, and pressed towards the fat body of the monster not far from him.

But what Lynch didn't expect was that this time the lightning ball did not only act on the monster in front of him like a thousand birds as he expected, but was about to explode directly.

Dangerous!

Time slows down again, and the source of danger is that Lynch has escaped the lightning ball in his hand.

In slow motion, Lynch could clearly see that the lightning ball that had been trying to maintain the shape of the sphere began to become unstable, and the originally round sphere began to deform, and the terrible plasma rolling inside shone with a dazzling white light.

The junior profession can't control something so powerful......

The monster's originally wide open mouth began to close slowly, and the slender neck wrapped around Lynch gave up any other action against Lynch, and the small head at the top opened its mouth wide and bit towards the lightning ball, at the same time, the neck at the top of it also broke by itself.

In the infinite slowdown of time, Lynch suddenly understood that under the stimulus of life and death, the monster followed his instinct and made the best way to survive as much as possible at this moment.

Lost the car.

All Lynch could do was curl up in the air, and he didn't have time to react any other superfluously. It's embarrassing to be killed by your own skills.