old dream

Chapter 123 Farewell
The pitch-black blades of grass are still growing, and the trembling of countless shoots can be seen with the naked eye when they are jointed.

Amid the tooth-piercing squeaks, they were looking for them, pushing open the iron sheet on the car wall and the ground little by little, just to suck the carcasses of mice and bugs in the steel gaps.

It's not so much grass blades as ghost hair.

Giovanni looked down at the unreal black lines, they were like the strokes left by children's graffiti, stirring, clustering and making noise.As if by some painter with bad taste.

"He" must have a neurotic obsession, so he erases and alters all the time, and inexplicably believes that this monotonous and crazy element must be used to fill the last blank space on the canvas.

These are all semi-formed substances, and the great skill of the master builder must be combined in "Blooming of Fresh Green"-the mutual transformation between spiritual essence and matter touches the mirror image of the master.

But human beings are still ignorant, or incomplete, of this transcendent creation.Once the supply of spirit essence stops, these substances created out of thin air will collapse on their own.

At this time, this once noble ritual has been distorted by Aresio's intentions, so these shapeless inexplicable things are created.

They are reflecting Arecio's heart, like unconscious graffiti between raised hands.

It was not at this time that Arecio suddenly fell into chaos.

Because opening the heart shell only revealed the disorder in his heart.

……

The trembling night grass seemed to sense the heat and breath of Giovanni's body, and spread towards him like a carpet.

For a great deal of the abundance of life was emanating from Giovanni.

Old Fang has allowed himself to cross the dangerous balance point, the trigger level, 221 mg/ml.

Tracing the source of blood, the anatomical characteristics of the body began to change.

Not all races turn into monsters at this stage, but the Sincilians certainly do.

Giovanni raised his head, and the skin on his body began to be torn by the rapidly elongated muscles, and it fell away in all directions.The cutin is accumulated as a scale-like structure.

A monster whose appearance is unknown and cannot be classified.

At this time, the pitch-black blades of grass on the ground also caught up with him, and new shoots began to sprout on Giovanni's body, pushing away the scales in a bloody and fleshy manner, but the wound was quickly blocked by the constantly growing body.

Aresio turned around, and what he saw was Giovanni who had been alienated into another form.

The light keeper focuses on the intention again, because he is not familiar enough, he has to use his own gaze as a guide, and the focus of the sight guides the intention.

And just when the target locked on Giovanni's chest, Giovanni also moved at an unexpected speed, so Arecio only focused on Giovanni's right arm.

The black granulation burst out from Giovanni's right arm joint in an instant, leaving only a few strands of fascia hanging in the air on his forearm, which was scrambled and swallowed by the rustling of black grass the next moment.

At the same time, the blade of grass at the wound on the forearm was also throbbing, greedily following the artery, wanting to invade the host's heart.

The pain was clearly transmitted to Giovanni's mind, but the body movements were not deformed by it.

Perhaps it was because his life urges had long since been exhausted, so even at this stage there was nothing to overwhelm his consciousness.

Giovanni was in a kind of silent madness.

Monster-like appearance, and strong heart.

The distance between him and Aresio was less than five meters, and he got closer in an instant.At this time, the light keeper had just taken out a small pheromone volatilization device.

Are you sure you want to use the ability I developed to deal with me?

It is a foolish and pathetic act to lay down your life for such a frivolous venture.

In the scorn that flashed in Aresio's eyes, Giovanni read the words.

Numerous experiments have proved that individuals who are maddened by stimulants cannot attack the source of pheromones.

However, at this time, Giovanni seemed to have encountered no obstacles, and he was still controlling the new body smoothly and freely.

So when Giovanni's sharp claws were less than half a meter away from Aresio, the lampkeeper suddenly realized that perhaps Giovanni was his most outstanding work.

Unknowingly, I have bred a monster that I have never seen before.

The black grass blades sprawling everywhere in the carriage are still moving with will.They trembled and trembled neatly, cheering for the fertile world.

When Aresio is in danger, they immediately move with their own desires protected by the lamp keeper.Sprawling in the direction of Aresio.

The blades of grass that had been parasitic on Aresio's body stood up one after another, covering his head.

Giovanni's whole body was bound by countless resilient black grasses, thus hindering his attack.But it didn't stop.

He had discovered that Alessio had to guide his intentions through his sight, so his remaining left hand tremblingly held Alessio's face under the heavy barrier of black grass.

Concentration of the excitant in the blood of Arecio, 204 mg/ml.Still in perfect balance, as long as he takes a little counterattack, he can break free from Giovanni's grasp.

But at the same moment, the Shuttle Demon also moved, and it rushed forward with a whistling sound.

Listening to the sound, Aresio tried to mobilize his intentions again, and the black grass blades exploded from the shuttle demon's body again, but they were weakened after all and failed to stop its attack.

On the body of the Shuttle Demon that is purely composed of spirit elements.The grass of night spread rapidly, covering its body surface in the blink of an eye.And it sticks to the ground and pulls in the opposite direction.

But the Shuttle Demon was still approaching, and a large number of wounds were dragged out of its body.Emerald Flame cannot be used, as that would make the shuttler vulnerable.

But the distance it is now approaching Aresio is enough.

During this time, Colin had already pulled Julio to stand up, and covered her ears with his hands.

He made an order in his mind.

"Shocking."

The shock enough to knock bullets down at close range, and the more terrifying mental impact than this.

They hit Aresio's will unreservedly.

Of course, the victims also included Colin himself, who almost lost his mind because of it again.

But because of the distance, and the fact that he had just opened the heart shell, Aresio was obviously hit much harder than him.

Blood flowed slowly from Aresio's nostrils, and he seemed to be absent-minded for a moment.

But those blades of grass did not relax because of this, and even fell into a deeper madness after a short pause.

The sharp thorns shot out from the Shuttle Demon's body, but because those black grass blades had already protected Aresio's vitals, they only pierced his limbs and abdomen.

More and more night grass entangled those thorns, and gradually tightened amidst the creaking and creaking sounds of trees deforming, trying to twist them off.

Arecio was held in place, and seemed at odds with the Shuttle Demon and Giovanni for a while.

But more and more black blades of grass in the carriage were gathering, squirming in their direction.

The supply of spiritual essence on the Shuttle Demon is connected to the depths of Colin's consciousness.At this time, the Night Grass is rapidly migrating to the hearth along this clue.

It seemed that as long as Aresio persisted, the two people in the carriage could be easily killed.

All forces have been mobilized to fight against each other, but apart from the rustling of grass leaves, the carriage fell into an eerie silence.

"...It's your turn."

Colin's mind was still shaken by the roar, he slowly let go of his hands covering Julio's ears, and said in a low voice with difficulty.

The reason why he handed the dagger to Julio in advance was for this moment.

The dense night grass is bound to swallow all the nutrients in the car, but it seems to be invisible, avoiding the most vivid Julio.

For no matter what disorder the unconscious slips into.

Arecio was unwilling to hurt her by nature.

Julio stared blankly at the dagger in his hand, without moving.

It wasn't until Colin whispered something in her ear that she walked forward as if in a daze.

"More than fifty people have died," Colin said.

If Arecio is not dealt with at this time, the subsequent victims will be difficult to count.

……

Arecio is still wrestling with Giovanni and the shuttle.

But at this moment, he heard a light and embarrassing footstep approaching him.

It's Julio.

The black blades of grass receded to the sides as if welcoming a monarch, making way for a path.

Arecio found in a daze that Julio seemed to have really changed.

Or, this is just a side that I have been ignoring all the time.

Her kindness is not hypocrisy, and she can even dirty herself for it.

Like the Virgin with the Lamp.

Arecio has always seen everything with a haughty eye.Even if the creed of the lamp keeper cannot achieve tranquility, this experience has allowed him to see the essence of the world better.

So he has always believed that only under his guidance can Julio have a life worth living.

But after uncovering the heart shell, I saw with my own eyes the chaos displayed by the new green bloom.Only then did Alessio realize that because of his excessive persistence, he had already fallen into arrogance and greed, and committed countless sins for this.

With such a heart, can it really guide Julio to a good ending?
Aresio did not give up wrestling with the enemy, his body trembled from the load.

Julio walked up to him slowly, with tears in his eyes, and said in a low voice.

"sorry."

Don't want her to pay for anything, want her out of any danger.But in fact, he just wanted to monopolize her forever.

Arecio was the one who wanted Julio to grow up.

But since when did he actually become an obstacle to her growth?

Julio paused for a while with his head down, and found that no matter what he said, he was too pale.

"Thank you."

So she could only speak with a sob.

As the dagger was handed out, the originally tangled pitch-black blades of grass obediently avoided the sharp edge.

"Julio."

Arecio knew that his fault was irreparable.So even though the consciousness was dissipating, he just said calmly:
"Maybe I shouldn't have stopped you."

Obviously it was you who woke me up at that time.

But as stupid as I am, I fell into a deeper obsession in a blink of an eye, wasting your painstaking efforts.

Thinking of this, Aresio slowly closed his eyes.

(End of this chapter)