The pseudo-alien howled hoarsely, stood up from the ground, and threw a punch.

The fist landed on Yan Luge's body, but it only shattered him into a cloud of mist.

This galloping is just a phantom.

"Water Mist Condensation", "Illusion", "Memory Projection"......

A variety of different supernatural abilities were simulated and used by him, seamlessly switching between them like arms and fingers, forming a new tactic.

When the pseudo-human xenomorph shattered the mist phantom, Yan Luge had actually used the cover of the mist to go around not far behind it.

Jump, take off, glide.

As he approached the other party, he suddenly plummeted, and a bone hammer full of spikes suddenly grew from the dragon's tail, and slammed down on the head of the pseudo-alien.

"Weight gain", "pricktail", "muscle strengthening"......

The hammer was far more powerful than ever, smashing half of the pseudo-human's head, revealing the twisted, shattered human head within.

But it didn't die.

As a misshapen giant stitch monster, the skull is not its point.

Yan Luge never thought of killing him with one blow.

He didn't change the downward trend, and just jumped onto the pseudo-xenomorph's shoulder, his claws digging into its flesh.

Scarlet tentacles spread out from behind him, stabbing ferociously through the cracks and into its body.

The pseudo-human xenomorph howled and shook his body, as if trying to shake him off, but Yanluge refused to let go.

"I see you."

"I see you, I see you......"

Thousands of voices screamed together.

In the midst of the howl, its neck suddenly twisted one hundred and eighty degrees, turned to the back of its body, and stared at a pair of blood-red eyes, looking at Yan Yuge lying on its back.

The pseudo-human xenomorph is like a human, and the mythological ritual makes it instinctively choose the closest form to a human, but it is not.

It's essentially just a stitching monster.

The vital points and weaknesses of human beings do not exist in its body at all.

"I got it."

"I've got you, I've got you......"

After turning its head, its blood-stained arms, which were made up of countless human limbs, suddenly spread out and became countless twisted, boneless noodle-like arms.

Those arms turned back, and they grabbed Yanluge with great speed and accuracy.

It howled in delight.

Those arms grabbed Yan Luge's body from all sides.

Twisted and eerie, they are also a mosaic of various human limbs.

On one arm, perhaps the arm belonged to a slender woman, the wrist to a rugged man, the palm to a thin old man, and the fingers to a young child......

They caught the song of words, but the song of words had no intention of dodging.

Like the monster in front of him, he raised his claws and stabbed deep into the pseudo-alien's body.

"Shut up, idiot." Yan Luge had a crazy and happy smile on his face, "I caught you too!" ”

Those twisted arms didn't bother Yan Luge too much, and the more troublesome thing was the polluting force itself.

Where it came into contact with the contaminants, the scales on the surface of the body were corroded, revealing the sizzling flesh underneath, as if a glass of sulfuric acid had been splashed.

And the polluting power like maggots on the tarsal bones continued to drill into his body, causing unbearable and intense pain, while also trying to affect his body and mind.

If not dealt with quickly, this force would slowly and gradually erode his body.

That's what the xenos hate the most.

But......

The face of the pseudo-human xenomorph burned by dragon flames, the head smashed by a bone hammer, and the flesh pierced by the claws were all trembling slightly, but they could not recover.

It is indeed troublesome to have polluting power that can erode the body and mind, but spiritual power is also the nemesis of pollutants, who is afraid of whom?

Yanluge laughed cruelly and happily.

"Come on! Hurt each other! He laughed.

Yan Luge didn't care about his own pollution, and the tips of his claws stabbed deeper into the flesh, almost losing his entire forelimb.

"Blood Blade", "Muscle Crystallization", "Death Line", ......

A series of attack-type extraordinary abilities were unreservedly used by Yan Luge on the body of the pseudo-human xenomorph.

Blood Blade - The blood in its body curls into a blade and flies outward, knocking it out from the inside out.

Muscle Crystallization - The musculature in its body crystallizes, making it sluggish and sluggish, like a rusty machine.

Threads of Death—invisible threads of silk emerge from the void, cutting the body in pieces.

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts!"

"Spare me, please, don't kill me......"

"Die, you give it to me and I die!"

The puppet xenomorph, bloated like a floating corpse, howled.

The arms attached to Yan Luge's body began to tear the scales on his body frantically and forcefully, and then the flesh under the scales.

Words and songs seem to be unconscious.

He was only quicker and more furious, using one supernatural ability after another on the pseudo-aliens.

"Type IV Explosives Synthesis", "Organ Metallization", "Metal Resonance"......

The pseudo-alien plucked one of his scales, and he crushed one of its muscles.

As Yan Luge said, from the moment he chose melee combat, this battle really became a cruel mutual injury.

"Die! Go to hell! Go to hell! ”

It screamed along with countless voices within it.

The Spirit of Words came again.

As an xenomorph who has completed 7% of the mythical rituals, the pseudo-xenomorph relies on the power of pollution and possesses some kind of power that is almost regular and as unreasonable as the supernatural ability.

When it asks for "go die", the spirit of speech suddenly explodes.

The invisible power was like a curse, bypassing all defenses and directly invading the inside of Yan Luge's body.

The heart stops beating, the blood stops flowing, the cells die faster, the scales dry up and fall off, the muscles age and shrink, and even the will gradually falls into chaos, like an old man in his last years.

Yanluge can clearly feel that his body is losing its vitality, as the pseudo-human xenomorph said, "dead".

His eyes flickered, but he used an ability that he rarely used.

Specialized route supernatural ability, "psychological suggestion".

Psychological suggestion, as the core competency of the profession of "psychologist", has the ability to implement psychological suggestion to others and to oneself.

"I'm alive."

"I'm alive."

"I'm alive."

He repeated it over and over again.

Yan Luge's body was still dead, but his consciousness suddenly woke up under the effect of psychological suggestion.

The effect of psychological suggestion is not as good as that of the alien spirit, but it buys a few seconds for the song of words.

Enough is enough.

Without hesitation, Rhythm Song detonated the metal bead buried in the pseudo-human xenomorph's body.

Boom –

Before that, Yan Luge secretly made a lot of metal beads, and buried these explosives evenly into the body of the pseudohuman xenomorph.

The mimicry was activated by the extraordinary ability of the leader of the first team, Abuli, and the powerful metal bead exploded, shattering the upper body of the pseudo-human xenomorph to pieces.

But it didn't die.

(End of chapter)