The elbow monster came galloping. Its asymmetrical, uncoordinated hands and feet are so skillful that it runs as fast as a horse!

Although he felt an instinctive nervousness, Douglas did not panic, turned around and ran away to the side under the cover of the heavy curtain.

The visual impact of this thing slamming into the pig is indeed very great, but Douglas, a similar monster formed by loss of control or pollution, has also seen it a few times, and has long expected and simulated similar scenes.

While dodging, he successively cast a variety of spell-like abilities such as "Wind Blowing Technique", "Electric Shock Technique", "Fall Technique", and "Frost Technique".

So, just as the monster rushed to the stage, the red curtain was raised by the wind with a "hula", directly pasting the monster's nodulous head, obscuring its vision; Almost at the same time, several hands and feet supporting the monster's body slipped on the wooden countertop, and several similar limbs were entangled, causing the monster to fall forward due to inertia.

“——！”

In an indescribable scream, the Scalpel Monster plunged headlong into the depths of the stage, and the impact was so powerful that it pulled the curtain down entirely, making the scene even more chaotic.

And Douglas, who easily "opened the door" through various obstacles and occupied a high position in the audience, looked back at this scene and couldn't help but show a strange expression.

This elbow monster...... Except for the scary look, it doesn't seem to be very powerful.

In Douglas's experience, whether it is a monster turned into a runaway Extraordinary, or a monster that changes due to pollution like the one in Yetonaev City, when they lose their minds, they either gain extraordinary abilities or become extremely sensitive due to changes in the way they perceive the world.

But the monster in front of him, who was stumped by the veil, really had nothing to do with the above experience.

Because it appears here, because it has Clinton stitched on its head. Douglas dared to guess that Tamara's face was made up of the corpses of those castles that had also fallen into the fog of history by the pollution and mutation brought by Russell.

Perhaps it was because Russell and Antigonus dealt with it in a timely manner, and the small amount of contamination only caused the corpses to mutate their bodies, but did not give them any extraordinary abilities?

Or is it simply because the brain has been mutated and gone, so the ability will not be used?

That's not the point...... Is it going to get rid of it, or is it going to be the best option?

In the midst of a quick spin of thought, Douglas made a decision, and immediately switched the soul driven by "Wriggling Hunger", so that the entire human leather glove was a metallic silver color, and looked like a knight's hand armor.

There was also a silver-white storm looming around him, exuding an aura of slaughter.

Since the opponent is weaker than expected, and you are sure to solve it quickly, you should not leave yourself with hidden dangers!

As if sensing danger, the articulation monster, which had just broken free from the veil, did not continue to rampage, but made a puzzling move in place.

Like a frightened cat, it stretched out its arms and legs, making its silhouette much larger and more bizarre.

At the same time, the tumorous head was shrunk back, clinging to its torso, as if trying to hide.

These actions make the monster take on a paradoxical posture that is both terrifying and cringe.

Just as Douglas was secretly raising his vigilance, a rugged male face stitched into the nodulous head shouted, "Don't come here! I don't care about you! ”

"I don't know anything! Let me go, let me go! ”

Another softly contoured female face screamed, her tone pleading.

Directly opposite Douglas's position, the two faces of a man and a woman, who were quite young, quite similar, and next to each other were also awakened, and opened their eyes one after another, revealing a confused expression.

The voice of the girl's face was soft and muffled, and it asked, "Where are we, Jayger?" Has the snow stopped? Can we go home? ”

"Sleep a little longer, my brother will watch you." The young man's face responded to his sister's question gently, and the two eyes that were misplaced next to his mouth looked left and right, and finally focused on Douglas.

Its voice suddenly rose a little higher, and it said to Douglas with hope, "Has the snow stopped outside, sir?" When the snow stops, you can go home, and Mikasha doesn't like this eerie castle...... Mom must have cooked soup at home and waited for us to ......."

Some of the stitched faces threatened, some pleaded, and some tried to persuade Douglas to leave and leave it alone.

But no matter how human these voices and words were, their striking appearance prevented Douglass from hesitating.

Douglas, who was brewing a "storm of light" around his body, firmly approached the monster that kept saying all kinds of words.

The limb monster spread out and suddenly swayed even more wildly. Realizing that it could not deceive Douglas, its nodulous head trembled, and the stitched face on it seemed to be pinched together by a large invisible hand, accompanied by the popping sound of the eyeball cracking and the soft cracking of the soft fracture, and no complete face could be found on it, replaced by a giant mouth like a starfish.

There was a muffled sound in its throat, not any language that could be understood. The limb monster murmured, propped up its limbs again, and rushed straight at Douglas, the giant jaw threatening to swallow him whole in the blink of an eye.

In the next second, a silver-white glow far sharper than any sword pierced its mouthparts, spinning and tearing, slicing through everything that came close.

The limb monster was like a lightning strike, and the entire nodulous head and small half of the body were shattered by the "Storm of Light".

Even so, it didn't die, and even let out a high-pitched roar. Its half-long insect-like body swayed from side to side, and its remaining limbs swept around it in an irregular manner.

Douglas, who had planned to dodge aside through "travel" to continue the offensive, encountered an unexpected situation. Barely avoiding the torrential splash of blood and shards of viscera, he staggered two steps and bent his back in pain, feeling a pain in his head and a severe blur and overlap in his vision.

But what is even more deadly is the abnormality that arises from the depths of consciousness. Douglas felt several unfamiliar voices echoing in his head in horror, felt many memories that did not belong to him coming to him, and felt that his mind was somewhat out of control.

Those unfamiliar consciousnesses even gossiped and communicated back and forth.

"Finally able to get out!"

"Oh my God, so many hands and feet! Can you imagine having to control so many hands and feet that you can't rest for a moment! Now that's just right, two hands, two feet......"

"Let's go, let's go, shall we? Well? Which leg do you want to step on first? ”

No, who the are you...... Douglas struggled to raise his palm and press his temple, nervous, but not out of bounds, trying to expel the voice in his head through meditation and other means.

Then the palm of his hand pressing his temple suddenly twitched uncontrollably and "snapped" in his face.

"Wrong, wrong!" Some strange consciousness shouted, "It's a hand!" ”

Douglas: "......"

Before complaining, he finally figured out what was going on in him — knowledge and pollution always go both ways, and the more active those consciousnesses were, the more they understood them — Douglas looked incredulously at the half-limbed monster, watching it bounce and squirm like a deep-sea fish tossed aground on the shore by wind and waves.

"It's really weak, it's not incapacitated, but it's not intellectual...... Its sole purpose is to make occult connections with others and pass on pollution! ”

The Elder-Limb Monster once again refreshed his perception of extraordinary creatures.

Physical attack defense is almost zero, but agility and mental attack points are full!

It's hard to guard against, and it only takes one attack that can deal enough damage to it to make a connection!

Even if he chooses to escape from the monster at first, as long as the elbow monster takes the initiative to attack, with its agility, Douglas will choose to repel the opponent with an attack instead of blindly dodging.

And his initial guess was correct, the sellegging monster was indeed an alienation of the corpses found in the castle, and the consciousness that was noisy in his mind was the remnants of the corpses, or resentful spirits.

The only problem was that Douglas was sure that when he and Vana entered the castle, they had confirmed that the corpses were long gone.

And where do these noisy spirits come from?

Unbeknownst to Douglas, and regretting that "Wriggling Hunger" was unable to use its gift of intimidating spirits.

After all, the resentful spirits had polluted his own astral spirit body directly through occult connections, and he couldn't let this glove eat even his flesh and soul without distinguishing between friend and foe.

In the few seconds that Douglas was trying to concentrate his thoughts, the wraiths were able to distinguish between arms and legs, causing his body to fall on the spot as if he had had had been stroked, convulsing wildly.

I finally know why this monster keeps wandering and getting tangled in the veil......

By the way, the mobility and IQ of the limb monster that lost half of its body and half of its consciousness control also decreased equally, and the chrysalis was stunned for a long time and was getting farther and farther away from Douglas.

Crawling darkly on the ground with his face against the floor, Douglas struggled to command his body with his own will with a sense of rage, resisting the wraith's control.

At the same time, he did not forget to separate the spirituality, and communicated with the "wriggling hunger" intermittently.

Since it is the star spirit body that is polluted, the transmission of spirit will be hindered accordingly, not to mention that there are more resentful spirits talking more than one another, and the "wriggling hunger" may be the first time that the master has a good conversation with him, and he is eager to try to preach to the resentful spirits.

Fortunately, the time of contamination was still short, and Douglas, who had the experience of crossing and fusing souls, successfully gave the order to the "wriggling hunger" after some attempts:

"Travel"!

Travel towards that upside-down "hall" on the ceiling!

The main reason for leaving quickly through "travel" was that Douglas lacked understanding of the "fog of history" and was worried that long-distance and long-term interaction with the spirit world would lead to unexpected changes in the "fog of history".

But in this situation, it is better to have change than to stay the same, and Douglas feels that sooner or later he will be schizophrenic.

After all, no one can stand it, and there are a bunch of mentally retarded and resentful spirits in their heads, and they talk about group comedy.

The pitch-black human skin gloves on his left hand suddenly became transparent, and there was a glow flowing inside. Douglas's figure faded and disappeared in an instant.

Intuitively, Douglas thought he had successfully passed through the spirit realm, and then fell to the ground with a "thud".

But he couldn't be sure. The spirit is disturbed, the overlap and blurring of the vision is becoming more and more serious, and some images that do not belong to his memory frequently flashback. Douglas sometimes felt like a reckless archaeologist, shuttling between the remains of monuments; Sometimes they think that they are just young hunter brothers and sisters who are forced to hide in the snowstorm during the hunt; Sometimes he wears strange asymmetrical clothes to bid farewell to his family and travels across the vast land......

He couldn't see that he had fallen into the hall where the long table with thirteen seats was located, and that even the hall itself was melting away like faded paint from an oil painting, retreating into the depths of the spirit realm with a tide of gray mist, revealing the dimly lit antechamber of Dilan Castle in the real world, and behind it was the heavy stone walls with slashing axe-like ornaments.

I couldn't see a campfire crackling and burning vigorously in the desolate courtyard covered by the white morning light not far away, and three people were sitting around the campfire.

One is a tall man with an old and youthful countenance; One is a woman with a very attractive appearance and a slightly restrained expression.

The last young man with a full forehead and slightly curly black hair was patiently roasting something on the fire. The sleeves of his wide wizard's robe were rolled up a bit, revealing his white, thin arms.

Almost at the same time, all three of them turned their heads to look into the antechamber of the castle and saw Douglas performing "performance art".

The latter's limbs have their own ideas, and the movements of the left and right hands dance show a rhythm that cannot be understood by ordinary people, which is quite a sense of postmodernism and free-spirited.

When the young man with curly black hair saw it, he laughed, and seemed to find this scene very interesting.

Seeing that Douglas's neck was about to turn one hundred and eighty degrees, from a postmodern dance to a real spiritual dance, he laughed and shoved the thing that was being baked in his hand into the hand of Vanna, who didn't know what to make, and said happily: "Excuse me, help me get it." ”

Vanna immediately felt that the things in her hand were as heavy as a thousand pounds, and hurriedly withdrew her gaze and took it seriously...... Roasted.

Amon walked up to Douglas in a few steps and found that the hapless "master of tricks" had a hideous expression, muttering something to himself, but the words he spat out were out of order.

He listened carefully, and then used his ability as a "decryptor scholar" to confirm that Douglas was indeed missing his honorific name.

It's just that those few words have been interfered with to the point that even He can only discern by power.

But perhaps it was precisely because all the resentful spirits were preventing him from calling out to Amon that Douglas, who lacked the protection of the spirits, was able to support himself until he walked out of the castle without being completely occupied by the resentful spirits and assimilating his mind.

Thinking so, Amon raised his hand to adjust the position of the lens of his right glass. A brilliant golden glow of holy light burst out from him, and Douglas, who was very close, was overwhelmed by this brilliance in an instant.

The voices, memories, and consciousness in my head melted away like fresh snow in the sun. In the glow of light, the resentful spirits like blue and black mist were completely purified, and no trace remained.

The glow also brought a warm current that spread across his limbs, dissipating physical and mental exhaustion, giving Douglas the refreshing feeling of sunbathing on the beach and roasting his back hot.

His originally hideous expression soothed, and he subconsciously approached the source of warmth and comfort, feeling someone tap twice on the top of his head very casually.

The pale golden glow gradually receded, and Douglas's consciousness returned. His originally blank eyes refocused, and he looked at Amon in front of him fixedly, and after a while, he asked dreamily, "Why are you ...... here?"

Amon led him back to the campfire and sat down, and calmly replied, "I am a man who is used to keeping promises, and when the time comes, it will naturally come." ”

As he said this, Antigonus, who was sitting opposite him, could not help but raise his head and glance at the angel; Vanna used all of Faceling's talents to restrain the change in expression.

It was only Douglas, who counted the days after hearing the answer, and immediately stood up, his eyes full of joy.

He had long unconsciously tied the concept of "going home" to Amun.