The intense, inside-out pain made Yan Yuge tremble involuntarily.

"You ......"

"Know ......"

"Again......"

"How?"

The voice came from the body of Yan Lu Ge, but it sounded like many people were talking at the same time, mysterious and terrifying.

"You ......"

"Block ......"

"No ......"

"I ......"

But Yan Luge sneered.

"Idiot."

He said.

A strange mouth with sharp teeth suddenly squirmed and opened on the back of Yan Yuge's hand, and the sharp tongue poked out of the mouth, spun back violently, and stabbed Yan Lu Ge into his own chest.

"Hunter's Cage" activated.

The long, thin tongue slowly retracted, wrapping a black, flesh-like mass around Yan Yuge's heart, and at the same time stirring up a tent of fine flesh at the wound.

Yan Luge didn't even frown.

The anomalous black lump of flesh in his chest was the body of the pseudo-human xenomorph.

"It's ......"

"What ......"

"Why ......"

"Catch Me ......"

The pseudo-human xenomorph erupted into incomprehensible and uneasy screams, but in the end, it still couldn't resist the force of pulling, and was slowly pulled out of Yanluge's body by the long sharp tongue.

"No ......"

"I ......"

"Don't believe ......"

"Die!"

Just as he was about to be pulled away from his body, the pseudo-human xenomorph suddenly erupted into an even more frantic scream.

The black flesh burst violently.

It "committed suicide".

No, not suicide –

Xenos will die, but their true core, the Xenomorph imprint, will not be erased - and it will find a new host on its own and be reborn in others.

And now, the pseudo-human xenomorph is dead and "committed", and the pseudo-human mark it left behind remains in Yanluge's body, touching his body and will when Yanluge is defenseless.

It wanted to parasitize on him, to be reborn in him.

The violent, irresistible polluting force is coming from the inside out.

A touch of ruthlessness flashed in Yan Luge's eyes, and the "life mimic" was launched.

Either pollute it or devour it.

He had swallowed a Capricorn mark before, and now he had done it again, swallowing a pseudo-human mark.

At the same time, the small crystals invisible to the naked eye trembled, condensed, decomposed, and reshaped, and began to interpret and analyze the structure and composition of the pseudo-human imprint, filling their own mimic ability library.

The price comes more intense and frenzied pain and aberration.

Yan Lige involuntarily stumbled under his feet, his face was as pale as paper, and his whole body trembled.

The pain of being possessed by a pseudo-human xenomorph just now, compared to now, is really like a pinprick and Ling Chi.

Yan Luge has a strong ability to endure pain, and he pierces his heart without blinking.

Such a ruthless person can make him feel unbearable and tremble in agony, and it is only about the time to face the gods and devour the Mark of Capricorn.

And now.

The last time he devoured the Capricorn Seal, Yan Luge had made a lot of preparations, at least there was no shortage of spiritual power potions around him.

A large amount of spiritual power elixir was injected into the body, even if it could not erase the xenomorph mark itself, but at least it could suppress its struggles and the mutations brought about by pollution.

But now there is nothing around Yan Luge.

He had originally carried some spiritual power potions with him, but he had either injected them in advance or destroyed them in the battle just now.

He had to resist on his own.

His body was rapidly distorting, his flesh and bones dissolved, and within a few seconds he could no longer even maintain his standing position, turning into a puddle of mud and falling to the ground and convulsing.

His spirit was twisting rapidly, and the boundless noise of madness pierced into his mind like a red-hot knife, calling him to submit to the great unfinished God.

But the consciousness of Yan Luge is still clear, and he clearly endures inhuman torture.

- Ha ...... Is...... Too long...... Haven't experienced it......

- Really...... Not used to it......

The pain of pollution is intensifying every minute and every second, and it is increasing exponentially.

In other words, any person and any life in this era would have screamed in the first second, and given up the struggle and thrown into the arms of the eternal gods in the second second.

- What if...... If you just give up......

- Simply ...... To my past life...... Lose face......

Time seems to be stretched, the senses seem to be magnified, and the colors of the whole world seem to disappear, leaving only boundless torture.

Yan Luge still did not lose consciousness, and he would not give up on himself at any time.

- Must ...... Think of a way......

- Spiritual Elixir...... No...... Unpurified spiritual power can also be ......

Not far from the northwest base, is the aura escape point.

There is enough spiritual power there.

The humanoid twitched with almost all of its bones dissolved, and eight scarlet tentacles silently spread behind him, wrapping around the limp body, alternating back and forth, rushing forward in place of its legs.

Judging by ordinary pollution standards, Yanluge has been heavily polluted at the moment, and his body and mind are completely distorted, and even if he is barely rescued, he will be closer to pollutants than to humans.

Most of the time, he prefers to kill them rather than save them.

Only he himself is different.

As long as he doesn't want to, nothing can pollute him.

- Want to twist me?

- That's it?

Half mad and half calm, Yan Lu Ge once again urged his transcendent abilities to frantically devour the pseudo-human sigil, coldly and cruelly embracing the sudden deepening pain.

- Actually, pain is nothing more than that, if you get used to it.

- The polluting forces corrupt the will and the flesh with pain.

- But if it is an extremely strong-willed existence, it can support it for a long time, or even endlessly, under the power of pollution.

The sleeping Capricorn imprint, which had been lurking in the depths of his body, seemed to sense something, and it was actually active at this moment.

It broke free from the microcrystalline crystal, and pounced on the newly devoured pseudo-human sigil, tearing a portion of its power from the pseudo-human sigil fiercely.

Naturally, the puppet imprint refused to sit still, and frantically crashed towards the Capricorn imprint.

The war that is invisible to the naked eye breaks out in the body of Yan Lu Ge.

Feedback to him was wave after wave of pain, as well as strange and changeable polluting power.

Yanluge was stunned by this situation.

He didn't know that two xenomorph marks would actually fight in his body.

But now he has nothing to do to stop this war.

The subtle crystals he condensed with "Life Mimic" were only the weakest of the three forces, and there was no way to suppress the two rampaging xenomorph marks at the same time.

Can only be endured passively.

- Faster, it has to be faster.

Thank you for the reward of the book friend "20161231181128441~".

(End of chapter)