Fairy’s Box

...food...destroy...!

The gods looked at the drill cabin that slipped through the fingers, and in addition to the appetite, a strong urge to kill suddenly surged from the depths of the soul - the envy of the complete soul and the hatred of the fresh life.

Under the **** of this impulse, it instinctively stretched out its huge claws, and a huge mouth with intertwined sharp teeth cracked out from its palm, from which a dull howl full of chaos and animal nature came out. And exuded an inexplicable terrifying suction, like opening an invisible big net, locking the monsters flying around, and quickly inhaling it into the mouth and chewing.

The rig was affected by the suction, the rotation speed began to drop, the movement speed was a third slower, and the streamer on the surface began to sway.

"It's more troublesome than I thought, the **** suction." Ms. Eleanor's voice became a little exasperated.

"What should we do? Pray? Sing hymns? Or review life?"

Before he could finish speaking, a giant hand with muscles exposed on the surface of his body protruded out of the swirling sea of ​​fog, and once again grabbed towards the slow-moving rig.

With two cliff-like fingers close together, the rig was almost wiped, and was thrown out crookedly, breaking several vines one after another, and then suddenly accelerated and rushed out of the shadow of the giant claws.

"Cough cough." The assassin coughed lightly, opened his mouth, and seemed to want to say something.

"Shut up!" The six, together with Ms. Eleanor, shouted in unison.

...abominable...otherworldly beings...

The climbing posture of the gods is clumsy and rigid, resulting in a slow relative speed. Because of its huge size, the absolute speed is extremely fast.

"My mother's drilling skills are the first in Rosevia, how could I lose to a cerebral palsy god, let's go!"

In the boiling emotions of Ms. Eleanor's yelling and almost losing her temper, the rig traveled at high speed all the way, fluctuating ups and downs, and avoided the opponent's repeated attacks dangerously and dangerously.

Divine Sin has repeatedly missed, and the flames of anger have burned out the remaining reason. Due to the instability of its spirituality, even the body has begun to distort. There was a frantic squirming and stretching on the surface of the body, and dense mouthparts of different sizes were split from the inside to the outside, twisting, squeezing, and screaming like a cub's pain, symbolizing its infinite thirst for appetite.

"Ms Eleanor, it's starting to deform."

Eleanor's pretty face was always green and white, and she asked nervously, although she has experienced many battles and has a firm mind, but under the ravages of Eleanor's operating skills, her spirit has long been stretched to the limit.

"I see it better than you. Damn it, the form of this cerebral palsy goddess has not yet stabilized, and it may change again..."

"It's changed!" Charlene screamed while holding her head.

Whoosh-!

In the tumbling sea of ​​fog, the fingers of the gods fell off suddenly, and quickly grew facial features and arthropods in the process of shooting to the drilling cabin, and fin-like organs grew out on the chest, abdomen, back, buttocks, and tail, and the lightning and flint quickly approached, biting. Live in a shabby drill cabin.

"Ahhhh!"

This time, including Genevieve, everyone was not calm.

As if remembering something, Ms. Eleanor quickly stopped screaming, organized the language, and reprimanded like a change of face:

"What are you guys howling, how can a rig built with hundreds of millions be broken so easily!"

"what?"

After a few people settled down, they discovered that the rig was still spinning at a high speed, and there was no crack at all.

The monster formed by the fingers of the gods is extremely deformed, resembling a huge caterpillar. The mouthparts occupy four-fifths of the body, layer upon layer, and the interior is filled with dozens of rows of spiral serrations.

It greedily swallowed the drill cabin into its body, even though its teeth were ground into pieces, its flesh was minced, and its body was torn from the inside, it was not willing to spit it out.

Even though she has been near death many times, Charlene is still full of curiosity, looking at the flesh and blood scattered in the fog and asking: "Why is the body of the gods so fragile? Isn't it the remnant of the Lord God?"

"You're mistaken, it wasn't the rig that crushed it, it was itself." Ms. Eleanor regained her composure, paused and said:

"This god's evil body seems to be very unstable and is splitting... It is rare good news for us."

"Split?"

With strong curiosity, Yale cast his eyes into the distance. The gods in the sea of ​​fog did not slow down. In the road network organized by vines, they approached step by step.

As it moves, the body's tissues continue to fall off. It seems that it can produce a weak consciousness when it is separated from the body, and evolve into a relatively independent individual. Relying on some kind of connection, it strikes the rig invariably.

"I understand!" Ms. Eleanor said excitedly, as if suddenly realized:

"It must be a problem of radiation! Even if it is weakened by these vines, these mists are still the radiation of the ultimate life form. In addition, this goddess is cerebral palsy, and the body is not stable, so it will lead to constant splits."

"If you say that, this god's evil is over?" Nannett asked hesitantly, staring at the back.

"It's over!" Ms. Eleanor said in a determined tone:

"Misturtine was afraid that it would threaten him, so he sealed it before it was born, which led to the disintegration of the spirit of the gods after the seal was lifted, unable to organize the strength to resist the erosion of radiation. It will be broken from the behemoth to the When soft-bodied organisms are weakened to a certain extent, they will be assimilated by radiation and even killed."

"It's so pitiful." Charlene looked at the shrinking gods and said with a heart.

"What nonsense are you talking about, if that guy doesn't split, we will be pitiful!" Luya raised her eyebrows, her arms slid sideways like a snake, and twisted the green-haired girl's white porcelain face.

"Don't twist my face, I don't have that kind of boring sympathy. When I say pitiful, I mean the dead Mistertin. I don't lie down in a special coffin, but I want to deceive the corpse. exploded."

Because the surroundings were crowded with people, Charlene was inconvenient to struggle, so she shook her head to explain.

"I see, then I'm sorry." Luya released her fingers when she heard the words. Although she apologized verbally, there was a strange expression of contentment on her face.

Yale saw this scene in his eyes, and he always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't find any clue.

The whole body was shrouded in mist, and the gods finally found the difference. The speed became slower and slower, but the speed of the body cracking increased several times. When moving, it seemed that particles were sprayed around.

At this moment, its muscles have almost disappeared, leaving only a skeleton connected to the internal organs, and even the core of the soul, the most stable head, has begun to split.

In this case, even if the gods and evil spirits are lacking and their self-consciousness is weak, they can still perceive the coming of the catastrophe in a trance. It raised its bare arms and seemed to want to see the situation clearly, but before that, the huge eyeballs had already detached from their sockets, split into a jellyfish-like shape in mid-air, and rushed towards the drill cabin.

Under the shadow of death, the gods finally opened their huge mouth before dying, let out a silent cry, and then collapsed.