There's something wrong with my chase

And Kazama's spirit was pulled into a certain fragment through the medium of that mass of 'flesh and flesh'.

When he saw the endless and magnificent world in front of him, a lot of knowledge poured into his mind.

It is different from the conventional or knowledge means of obtaining information through eyes and ears, and then understanding.Here, as long as you make contact, all the dark wisdom and ancient secrets can belong to you.

About one of the greatest god residences ever, it represents the embodiment of the three major laws of the universe, the supreme god in charge of fertility and life.His name was also erased like the god in charge of endless time and space, leaving only a certain title.

And this place stems from the existence of a certain heir in charge of flesh and blood conceived by this god.Such information carries a large amount of life-related wisdom for investment.

Under the influence of endless knowledge, his spirit must be pulled into a certain camp.

This cage of eternity, this world where even reality has been erased, imprisoned at the end of death and time, these old beings are bound to break free.

It only needs a medium, and it only needs to completely smash the shackles made of divine bones.

When Kazama couldn't do it by himself, the backhand he had prepared was activated.

In the realm of consciousness on the upper level, Meng, who supports this illusory world, looks anxiously at everything in front of him.

She could feel that her master had entered a realm that even her rank, her talents, could not touch.

When that more profound realm appeared, the realm controlled by her also began to change.The illusory memory fragments are entwined with flesh and blood.

Although there is no entity, it represents some kind of power eroding her authority.For this emergency situation, Kazama has authorized it.

Divide this part of the consciousness that Kazama invested.

When the authority completely disappeared, the dream opened the door to the upper level.

The realm of consciousness of Nightmare himself.

This decaying gray and white world still remains the same.

The authority of this world and the core of Nightmare's consciousness are still in his hands.

Meng let out a long breath, and wiped away the non-existent cold sweat with her immature hands.

But the next moment she jumped up, representing the core of Nightmare's consciousness, a glass bead entwined with colorful clouds and mist.

In the glass beads, the cloud was entwined with bloodshot spots.

At the same time that the core of Nightmare's consciousness changed, so did the dilapidated world.

The dead ground trembled, and flesh and blood surged out of the cracks.

The heavy lead cloud was forcibly peeled away, and the scarlet silhouette of the moon shadow hung above it.

The unknown influence forcibly broke through the two layers of dreams and climbed up.

The authority is being invaded rapidly, Meng panicked and dropped the faintly warm glass beads in her hands, which seemed to be pregnant with some kind of fetal movement, and returned to the outside reality.

It was still a dark alley, Kazama opened his eyes, the projection of consciousness was forcibly cut off, and the dream card returned, which represented some unexpected situation.

In fact, it was an accident.

Because, the nightmare that was originally like a dead dog has undergone a mutation.

On his head, the veins were exposed on the pale skin, as if something was surging under the surface of his body.

The tentacles connected to the head began to swell, and the flesh and blood tissue distributed in the city melted rapidly, gathering here with its blood and strength.

Mengzi in the corner suddenly crouched down, vomiting profusely, spitting out scarlet pieces of meat.

It wasn't just her, the whole town was caught in a dream of self-addicts, they were all forcibly awakened, and they spit out the medium that let them enter the dream.

The flesh is dissolved, and the spirituality in it is also gathered into one place.

Nightmare opened her eyes, and those eyes engraved with words were full of despair.

The domain of consciousness is occupied, no, it should be said to be 'infected', and he can feel the rapid collapse of his 'self'.

A certain terror began to overwhelm him from the inside out.Unstoppable, like an ant seeing a wheel rolling down.

"Well...."

An indistinct sound came out of his mouth, and his eyeballs rolled up to reveal the whites of his eyes.

The tentacles connected to the head stopped wriggling, and instead poured everything absorbed and recovered towards the head.

Nightmare's entire head began to swell, like a balloon, the eyeballs were squeezed out, and the nerves fell to the ground.

The sublimation of the nightmare, the leap of species began.

No, it cannot be said to be the sublimation of the nightmare, but it should be said to be another existence that is deeply hidden.

His consciousness used this as a medium to invade reality.

Even if it is suppressed, what is delivered is less than a billionth of what it was in its heyday, and even if the container is too inferior, the power of this one billionth cannot be fully reached.

However, he is still frantically galloping towards this world.

For the first time, Kazama felt the change of the ability. The burning sensation was like the feeling of the processor protesting when the mobile phone was playing the game with the most expensive configuration at the highest power.

Nightmare's head had swelled several times, and when it was about to fill the alley, it exploded.

Broken flesh and blood rained down to the surroundings, but they were captured by invisible forces, gathered together and set ablaze.

After the nightmare exploded, a strange sarcoma the size of a fist appeared in the alley.

If it wasn't for his consciousness being divided, he would be able to recognize the thing in front of him at a glance, which is the 'elixir' that shaped a ghost king.

Although his consciousness is divided, at least he remembers what he saw on the third floor.

The box with the obvious rune inscriptions is undoubtedly some kind of magic item.

He inexplicably associated the thing in front of him with the box.He had a hunch that what was in front of him was exactly what was in the box.

It can also be said that the five lower string ghosts were thrown into this world, they are just abnormal 'appearances', and the real abnormality is actually the thing in front of them.

Chapter 230 IX Spine

After the incident of the apostles and the change of Beherite, Kazama's attention has shifted from the out-of-control product itself to what it might represent.

Ghosts are not scary.Stepping into the extraordinary and developing to the present, the product of the low-level martial arts world like the Ghost Slayer Blade can easily deal with it.

The plural form is out of control, and it is still distributed all over the world.Well, this is a new trouble, but Kazama also has a solution.

But only this kind of thing in front of me.It's what's behind this hidden and known story that needs to be the enemy.

"Although I'm mentally prepared..."

Now that you are mentally prepared, it is not a complete overturn if some experiments are beyond your expectations.

"Do not..."

Kazama shook his head and said to himself.

If you think about it from another angle, this is the best situation. "

After all, compared to things hiding in the dark, threats appearing under the nose, and having entities to deal with them might not be a bad thing.

While Kazama stared at the weird sarcoma in front of him, the sarcoma also began to mutate after absorbing the power of Nightmare.

Its body surface emits silk threads that are hard to see with the naked eye.

As for the direction covered by the silk threads, it is where the flesh and blood creatures are.

Capturing the sarcoid's behavior is not difficult to deduce its purpose.

"Do you need to suck flesh and blood?"

Kazama waved his hand, and an invisible force cut these threads.

In the alley, all creatures such as rats and cockroaches ignited flames out of thin air, and Mengzi was lifted by an invisible force and thrown out of the alley.

The strength of the tentacles itself is actually very weak, the key lies in its unique power over flesh and blood.

"Perhaps it is like a ghost to obtain energy by absorbing spiritual flesh and blood?"

In any case, sarcoids are born from ghosts, and there must be a causal connection.Ghosts, as their subordinate creatures, might inherit their characteristics from this thing.

After touching the invisible barrier, the blood that spread out returned in vain and shrank back again.

But at this moment, the sarcoma trembled violently.

Across space, a certain connection is established.

Far above the continent across the sea, in a steel building built underground.

Across heavy steel and barriers of various hard composite materials.Passing through the guards of countless soldiers, in a laboratory of the highest level.

The alien creature imprisoned in it suddenly roared.

The clothes on his body have already been recovered, and the naked potter's wheel trembles violently on the restraint device.

This also made the researchers who observed it 24 hours a day flustered.

The computer screen recorded the sudden riot of the vital signs of the monster originally from the fictional story.

Almost instantly, under the 360-degree surveillance in the restraint room, the body of the potter's wheel began to melt in just a few seconds, and finally turned into a pool of pitch-black liquid.

This unexpected situation alarmed the entire research team.

The white-haired old man rushed over in a hurry, watching the video recorded by the surveillance camera in silence.

On the other side of the laboratory, researchers rushed to report that all the samples taken from this monster, the alien creature called ghost, had been completely melted.

It is obviously something that has been separated, and there is no connection at the physical level.but have the same performance at the same time.

The old man took off his heavy glasses, looked at the picture in front of him, and murmured:

"What exactly is this..."

At the same time, Japan.

Kazama looked up at the sky behind him at the same time.

The existence that has been captured by inspiration, the ghost that has been taken into custody by the state, has disappeared.

"This is..."

Looking back, Kazama looked at the sarcoma that was blocked by him.

The blood on the surface of the sarcoma became deeper, and even a pink mist spewed out.The power in it increased by one point out of thin air, making it just cross the last boundary of sublimation.

"So far...to be eaten?"

Kazama seems to have captured what happened just now, in which the power of rules was displayed.