In the dim theater,

Quack~

Art's whole body is renewing through the perfect regulation of cancer cells, reaching its best state before the performance begins, and even some images of the Pope's ribbons, the Stairway to Heaven, and the Holy Cross can be seen floating behind Art.

Due to William's temporary departure, and the delay in the admission of the blood people to the hospital, he was quite bored,

So he lay back in his chair and blew a balloon with a human head in his mouth...... Syllable! After blowing it up, you can continue to pull out a balloon, the process is completely random, and if you are lucky, you can pull out some golden brains or balloons with unique pathologies at the brain level, and it will be interesting to blow up.

After blowing up about eleven balloons,

The connecting door between the passages of the theater was opened, and a breath that Art had never seen before overflowed from inside,

Unlike any Old World sick,

This breath is neither alive, but it does not exude the breath of death like that of the infected with the plague, but a state of in-between.

"A small human settlement can give birth to such an interesting guy...... And the eyes have been gouged out, a special corpse achieved in an incomplete posture? ”

Art was visibly interested, and shook his palms at a fixed frequency to greet the other.

"Hello." Zed employs a pretty standard way of greeting.

"Hello!"

Art responded in the same way, only in a more sonorous voice, and then stood up as if he had a spring installed, revealing a mouth full of yellow teeth and a smile to face Zed.

Art slowly stretched out his red-gloved right hand as a gesture of friendship.

"I've admired the daimyo for a long time! Before, William said that his master was on his way, and I was still curious about who it was. Now it seems that it is not the human who beat our family Catherine to the point of urine, and also defeated the Mosander, the head of the acrobatic troupe.

Shake hands, Mr. Zede! Next, we'll work together to fight the Bloodstreamers. ”

Zed didn't refuse, and stretched out his completely pale corpse palm and shook it directly.

Syllable!

As they clasped their hands, Art's eyes widened suddenly.

Because the cancer cells in his body actually refused to enter the palm of the other party's hand and refused to spread malignantly.

The proliferation and division of cancer cells also need nutrients, and they are more nutritious than ordinary cells. The reason why Art absorbs every defeated opponent is mainly for three purposes.

The first and most important one is to provide a stable enough nutrient system for the endless cancer cells in the body.

The second is to establish a 'talent management system', so that these countless defeaters can help him manage those uncontrollable malignant cancer cells, and truly realize the control of malignant tumors, and he is also the first patient in history who can control malignant tumors.

As for the last one, he created an inner order based on the extraterritorial divinity that Art had absorbed, and even if he was alone, he could become the true pope.

In front of him, Zed's palm was completely like a wasted soil without any nutrients and no value, and even the cancer cells sneered at it and did not want to pass.

Oddly enough,

Such a nourishing body should be a completely dead corpse, even dried with water.

But the handheld strength transmitted is quite amazing, and the ordinary Yate can't pinch it at all, let alone give the other party a dismount.

"Is it a real corpse......

Art suddenly bent down and made a strange movement, he took his thumb in his mouth, which was shaking hands, and began to blow at the same time!

The palm of the blown hand began to swell, and even the entire arm was thickening.

As the entire arm swelled, the silhouette of a compressed living person was reflected on the surface, and they stretched the muscles straight and stretched, moving the blood vessels outward, making the arm look extra strong and full of green tendons.

Eventually blow the entire arm to a rather exaggerated one that doesn't match the size of the current body.

It is somewhat similar to the 'giant sumo' shown in the second stage when Yat and Yi Chen faced off.

Rumble!

The wrestling of the two,

The ground where Art and Zed were standing suddenly collapsed, and small grains of gravel were suspended around their bodies under the influence of the aura of the two of them.

Catherine, who came to watch the play, her eyes were round, and even her ponytail was raised high, she didn't expect to see such an interesting picture before the performance.

William had no intention of stopping at all, and continued to light a former tomb cigarette, leaning back on the nearest chair and waiting for the final result of the wrestling between the two.

At the same time, he also focused his gaze slightly on the surface of Arte's fully extended arm.

I accidentally found that the inside of the arm that seemed to be swollen indiscriminately had a fairly regular arrangement of cancer cells, and there were even hundreds of excellent patients who had been absorbed like 'human centipedes' connected together, tied to the muscle tissue, and gave strength and support together.

As she continued to exert herself, the virtual image of the robe was slowly draped over Art, and you could even hear many people singing heavenly songs in the current theater.

Zed also felt the power of this non-old world, and he suddenly changed the mode of instilling power and used a special "technique".

Syllable!

When Yat's extremely inflated cancerous arm continued to grow with divinity, something suddenly changed, like a thin needle piercing the surface of a balloon and exploding!

Countless pieces of minced meat, human tissue, and all kinds of liquids were splashed everywhere,

William, who was sitting not far away, foresaw this situation in advance, held up the umbrella differentiated from the gentleman's clothing, and very gentlemanly helped Catherine block the rain of minced flesh.

The divinity is gone,

Art stared at his severed arm in surprise, and raised his other hand high to give Zedebi a thumbs up!

"What a magical use of power! It was the first time I had seen it, and all of a sudden, instantaneous force, like a spear made of countless corpses piercing through my arm, and then stretching out from within, disrupting the regular cancer that I had so hard built up.

You're a lot better than Mosander's kind of shit, Mr. Rabbit must like it. ”

Arte was surprised not to be angry after the loss, but instead praised Zed.

The scattered minced meat seemed to pollute the theater, and even the curtains and ceilings were stained a lot.

But these minced flesh and blood immediately coalesced in different units, quickly forming humanoids, crawling back into Art's body from different directions, and even a little bit of meat scrap was brought back, without the slightest loss of flesh.

Although Zede's expression remained unchanged, he was quite shocked in his heart, he didn't expect that in addition to Mr. Rabbit, there were people in the circus who had such a powerful body.

But compared to Mr. Rabbit's orderliness and rhythm,

Art's power is a chaotic, swollen but integrated power under the control of extreme will, a qualitative change that relies entirely on the stacking of quantities.

Unlike Mr. Rabbit, Zed is not interested in the strength of the other person's flesh. He can directly taste the advantages and disadvantages of a person from the flesh, and the clown in front of him is absolutely [inferior].

William's cooperation with such a person will inevitably make Zede think...... However, since this man was willing to help fight the Blood Civilians, Zed didn't mind.

"Tell me about your plans."

After patiently hearing the detailed plan, Zede threw out a question, "What if those blood people can put aside all the influencing factors and refuse to go to the show?" ”

William swallowed the cigarette butt directly into his body and chewed it, and said leisurely: "Don't worry about this, teachers, they will definitely come, it's just a matter of time."

Even if the inferiority brought about by the [Blood Plague] can be slowly suppressed by time, it will always exist, as long as this is used well~ they will definitely take the initiative to come to the door and participate in our performance. ”

(End of chapter)