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Chapter 1087 NO.211: The Moon in the Dream

'You shouldn't have come. '

From the unspeakable song, from the sound of the heavy ocean tide, Skadi vaguely heard this expression.

But the naive and clumsy girl couldn't give a cologne-like response.

She didn't even consider responding.

For her, the battle should begin five seconds after meeting Haiji, just as her giant sword jumped out of the waves and easily tore a wisp of flying blue from the huge sea beast's body.

For a group like Haihe, whose individual differences can be too huge, it is not surprising whether the blood is blue or red.

The deep-sea hunter's movements are without delay, and the surging tide will help her avoid the splashing blue by following the waves in a way that is absolutely impossible to achieve on land.

Because the blood itself is also full of cells, and heirloom cells are the cells that can erode and assimilate other living things.

The cells that have been assimilated will lose their original physiological functions, but because of the totipotency of the heir cells, they will quickly make up for the physiological functions lost due to assimilation, allowing the organisms that have been eroded by assimilation to still live in their original posture. With.

But obviously, in this case, the inside of that creature is completely different.

Especially when the sea heir population has been differentiated into individuals with different positions such as producers, consumers, and decomposers, you may not necessarily be allowed to retain your original posture.

Fortunately, the erosion and assimilation itself is actually affected by the will of the creature.

There have also been cases of humans who had a strong conscious resistance to becoming heirs, and thus resisted assimilation for decades.

But for the deep-sea hunters who already have Hai Hei's blood flowing in their bodies, this time can become longer - but it can also become shorter.

Because at the beginning, many deep-sea hunters didn't know where their power came from.

They will be like ordinary people, or even more avoidant than ordinary people, about the blood of Haizu and the condition of their own bleeding. When they are actually contaminated with the blood of Haizu, the fear caused by their ignorance will actually make them carry Haizu cells. They assimilate at high speed.

Rapid fall.

However, there are many hunters who can still insist on fighting reality and firmly denying Haiji even if they know nothing about it, and there are also many hunters who know the inside story and therefore stand firmer.

Skadi was once a stickler who knew nothing, but now, she is a stickler who knows the inside story and is equally firm in her position.

She is certainly a clumsy person.

But as clumsy as she is, she is also a stubborn person who will not be easily changed.

Not giving up was her stubbornness, and that stubbornness supported her in swimming here, holding up the wet sword blade, and throwing out the momentum that could knock back a giant beast weighing dozens of tons.

And her body also danced with the sword, cutting through the flesh and blood attached to the tentacles, sharp claws and calcium carbonate.

There shouldn't be even a single heir in the Holy Federation of Terra.

But in this ocean of consciousness, they are endless.

Crowds of people gathered around Corruption Heart, accepting the order of "exploration" and "struggle" sent by him. Groups of lower-level consumers built up the momentum of a legion, and the upper-level consumers who stood out from the crowd charged at the forefront of the attack with their huge bodies. .

But in the final analysis, this is still a self-confrontation.

The essence of the boundless swarm is still this sea of ​​consciousness.

That is the fighting heart embodied by consciousness in response to Isamara, and it is the sharp edge of its will.

Deep sea hunter Skadi also has this kind of thing in his hands.

That was the giant sword in her hand.

The giant sword can go anywhere, and the giant sword can cut through anything.

She was once so confused in reality that she couldn't tell the difference between them. Now she was in this ocean full of malice, but she seemed to have returned to the home she was most familiar with.

Ebb and flow?
No, it won't wither.

She won't let the ocean go bad!

She had never felt the energy of the ocean so clearly.

She had never felt such light breathing.

She could even feel the hope of the ocean, the support that came from every drop of water she could touch.

Among the turbulent black tide, the only piece of blue surrounded her.

That is the place where she stands, and it is also the ocean that belongs to her. It is the foundation that the sensibility that confronts reason will never give up. It is the giant sword that she is wielding in the waves at this moment, and more and more corpses are left behind her. She was getting closer and closer to the figure who was still humming a song.

But gradually, bit by bit, I don't want to avoid the blue and red that gradually smear the ocean.

'do not come…'

'...you will disappear. '

The silent words were still flowing in the humming, and Isamara, who had never taken any action personally, seemed to be watching, looking at the figure who was fighting the large group alone and gradually began to be covered in blood, with eyes full of reluctance and sorrow. He always felt like it was a scam.

His overly emotional self set foot in this place of death so easily.

In this deep ocean of consciousness, everything belongs to Isamara, and the false self created by the residue of Skati's personality will eventually rust and fall off bit by bit under the immersion of the sea breeze and sea water.

Revealing the same essence as Isamara.

He wanted his sensibility to return to reality so much, but when he saw Him rushing to his death without hesitation, for the first time, he felt a little sad and a little regretful rationally.

He suddenly realized that this might be like what humans call a dream. He was gradually waking up from the dream, but he would also lose this dream forever.

There won't be a second time.

In the past, he lived in a giant body like a giant sea plant and a moray eel, and was a well-deserved monster in human culture.

Only after dedicating everything to the deep-sea hunter named Skadi did he truly come into contact with human civilization.

He even believed that he was a member of the human race, and his heart was filled with thoughts and emotions that he had never experienced as a newborn.

But you have to wake up from such a dream eventually.

The corrupted heart will eventually return to the horde, and the will of the horde cannot be separated from the edict of the corrupted heart.

An overly willful dream that imitates human beings should end here.

It should have ended when 'Skaty', who was replenishing blood and wielding the mottled sword in a twisted and wild posture, was knocked down to the sea and gradually sank.

This process will go much faster than the other party imagined, because she is not the real Skadi after all, because a few minutes ago, they were blending into each other without distinguishing each other.

With the convenience of the machine and the opportunity given to him, the brief separation will still be gradually healed.

By then, the so-called hunters and the so-called monsters will be indistinguishable from each other.

Just like at this moment, when her posture became more wild, her movements became smoother, and her eyes became as distant as those of a superior, her own blood relatives would defeat her.

Dragging her down.

Let everything finally settle, and let Omer Linton be the perfect help for him to return to the group - His thoughts suddenly stopped, from the sudden cold light that fell in the dark sky.

The sky, which should have been covered with clouds and was as hazy as a dark sea tide, suddenly opened a gap.

Pale and cold light fell from the gap, reflecting an arc of light and shadow on the dark sea.

moon?

As the reason of Isamara, he naturally knows everything that 'Scati' has come into contact with, including the human definition of that type of celestial body.

There were two in my hometown, but there is only one here. The change cycles are slightly different, but the stages are the same.

The waning moon, which only appears at the end of the month, looks so weak and narrow. Even the light it sheds cannot bring any warmth, just like an empty dream.

Is moonlight also a dream of the sun?

He looked at the waning moon in the sky, and a lot of human-like thoughts flashed through his mind. This might be a sign that the sensibility was being integrated into this place from the sinking one.

When he thought this, he saw a flash of blue brilliance from the sea below.

boom!
The brilliance quickly amplified, and without even having time to react, it turned into the light of the waning moon that was more than ten meters long. While splitting the blood relative at his feet into two, it also separated half of her shoulders and arms together.

He is not dead.

He didn't even spill a drop of blood, and even the half-broken limbs were reattached to the body, and the damaged robes were also repaired.

This is the world of consciousness after all - when he realizes this, he inevitably raises his head again and looks at the most abrupt foreign object in this world.

That waning moon.

Strange and familiar, she even thought that 'Skaty' had risen from the ocean, holding a blue giant sword that she had a vague impression of coming from a certain game.

"Oh it's you."

He opened his mouth, spoke with his vocal cords, and spoke the first human language, toward the outline that had repeatedly rejected him, but did not stay away.

Then she lowered her head again and looked at Skadi, who had jumped in front of her and waved down the giant sword in his hand.

"Is this your response?"

"A person who tried his best to save..."

Before Meng's pronunciation was complete, he was interrupted by the sword slashing again.

The green light shone again, cutting off her from the ocean beneath her with a cold and sharp arc.