Alien Relic Hunter.

Chapter 561 Seraph

"What the hell are you talking about?!" Ke Lan shouted to the little boy a little frantically.

The guys from the Undead Crew Club like to be riddlers, why is this clone also a riddler?Ke Lan couldn't help wondering, was this guy really developed from his own cloned cells?

Obviously I don't like "telling riddles" at all!

"The shell! You are just a sad shell! Hahahaha!" The little boy danced and danced, and the blood droplets he flung out turned into grains of ice balls before they fell on the ground. He raised his head vigorously, as if Howling and laughing wildly, the muscles on the face burst open, revealing the thick white bones underneath.

"What are you laughing at? What's so funny?" Ke Lan continued to ask, staring at the little boy who was waving his arms wildly.

"I'm not laughing, I'm crying for you...you are really... pitiful...hahahaha..."

"Since you said that I am a 'body', do you know what is in this 'body' of mine?"

However, the little boy did not answer Ke Lan's question, but hummed an unknown and out-of-tune ballad to himself.

He danced barefoot on the icy ground, his toes were frozen blue.

His body swayed from side to side, and he seemed to fall with every step, but he always maintained a strange balance.

"Do you want to do it?" Asano Akira asked in a low voice, he had already assumed the posture of drawing his sword.

"Don't get close to it just yet...it doesn't seem to be in the right state..." Ke Lan rejected Akira Asano's proposal.

The little boy's current appearance is really weird. Although he didn't make any aggressive moves, Ke Lan's sense of crisis in his subconscious is constantly rising...

Finally, when this sense of crisis broke through the threshold that reason could suppress, Ke Lan pointed the muzzle of the shotgun at the little boy and pulled the trigger.

Reason told Ke Lan that this little boy was so weak that any adult could strangle him to death with his bare hands; but his intuition kept shouting loudly in Ke Lan's head: kill him!Kill him quickly!Otherwise it will be too late!

Ke Lan was very curious about what the little boy said, but wanted to grab the other party and ask him clearly, but since the little boy started self-harming, he has been unable to communicate normally, and Ke Lan is more willing to believe what the other party said The thing is entirely to arouse my curiosity and delay time.

Dense steel balls bombarded the little boy's body solidly, and the blood-stained white coat was torn into pieces in an instant, and the thin torso wrapped in the white coat was also blasted to shreds!
The dancer's body was torn apart, and the weird dance finally stopped, but the little boy's humming still echoed in the hall, repeating over and over again.

"Did you miss it?" Akira Asano asked, "But I clearly heard the sound of bullets tearing apart the flesh...why, the singing didn't stop?"

This is not a hallucination, Akira Asano heard the humming echoing in the hall, Ke Lan took a deep breath, and suddenly, he understood——

The little boy's dance and his humming are not meaningless actions, they are a kind of ceremony, a kind of ceremony similar to "sacred words", just like the kind of ancient human ancestors dancing around the bonfire Same as sacrificial dance.

Although the movements of the dance are funny and ridiculous, each movement has a unique meaning... This is a "language", a "language" expressed by the body!
Although Ke Lan destroyed the little boy's body, he couldn't interrupt the ceremony!
Right here, the puddles of flesh that should have been frozen into lumps of ice on the ground suddenly began to squirm. They gradually gathered together and stuck together, and a distorted human figure struggled to stand up from it——

"Bah!!"

Ke Lan fired another shot, shattering the body that was not fully formed yet again!
The scattered minced meat crawled towards the center again. Ke Lan pointed the muzzle of the gun directly at the ground and fired several times, but the more the flesh and blood were scattered, the faster they gathered. After smashing the clone that had just condensed into a head, all the pieces of meat floated up from the ground, and those bone pieces that were broken into countless pieces were assembled into a complete skeleton in a blink of an eye. They all attached themselves.

Ke Lan didn't continue to shoot—obviously, physical attacks were ineffective against this thing, even if he used an energy shield to burn all the rotten flesh, the clone could be resurrected again.

This is part of the ritual, and if Ke Lan cannot terminate the ritual, the clone will be resurrected indefinitely until the ritual is completed.

"The ceremony...you have to find a way to interrupt him..."

But how to interrupt?

Ke Lan looked at the "reborn" little boy not far away. Every part of his body had been restored to its original state. Only the face that he tore off by himself had not grown back. The bloody subcutaneous tissue, fascia and part of the face The bones were exposed to the air like that, blood poured into the eye sockets, mixed with tears and flowed down the muscles and gullies.

He continued to sing, speaking faster and faster.The tunes reverberating in the hall also gradually became urgent and harsh, as if sharp fingernails scratched the blackboard and rusty cymbals rubbed against each other.

This damn song must be stopped... However, Ke Lan just smashed the clone's vocal organs into pieces, but it didn't affect the humming echoing in the hall at all.

Ke Lan felt like he was a character in a certain game scene. There was always a disturbing BGM in this scene, but as a game character, he couldn't turn it off.

He has smashed all the speakers that can be found in the scene, but still can't stop the BGM in the game.

Only players who control the game on the screen can open the options menu and turn off the BGM.

This is the authority of the "player", not the "piece".

"Stop." Ke Lan said to the little boy.

He speaks the language of the Alpha Civilization.

The little boy's humming paused for a moment.

"Stop." Ke Lan said again in the language of Alpha civilization, but changed to a majestic and commanding tone.

In the language of Alpha civilization, emotions can be perfectly expressed, without even the need for modal particles and changes in tone. As long as the user wants to, he can convey his emotions to those who "hear" the sentence that person.

The little boy stopped, and he looked at Ke Lan, with a mocking smile on his skinless face-even though this smile looked extremely creepy.

"Are you afraid?" he said, in the human language, Chinese.

"Stop." Ke Lan said for the third time.

"What you are showing is threat and oppression." The little boy took a step back and stood on the edge of the crack in the ground, "However, I can feel the fear and anxiety deep in your emotions."

"Don't force me to use the last hole card." Ke Lan continued to use Alpha language, "The power from him is enough to destroy you, including this egg."

"It's useless." The little boy shook his head, and he seemed to be smiling, "You are just a shell, a manipulated 'chess piece', and I am the unstable factor that jumped out of the chessboard. From his point of view, I am far more 'interesting' than you... So, even if you call on Him, He will not answer your prayer."

"What do you know about Him...?"

"I don't know much." The little boy took another step back, "But at this moment, He is watching here... Your guess in your heart is correct... It is the power from Him, in order to reshape this body .”

The little boy raised his arms, looked at his pale, almost sickly skin, and murmured: "He gave me life...for...to watch an interesting drama."

"drama?"

"Yes, theater... a rare joy in His infinite life." The little boy raised his arms above his head, like an orator giving a generous speech, "It's like the age of ignorance , like primitive people using funny dances to please the gods..."

As he said that, his body suddenly fell back and fell into the crack in the center of the hall!

"Oops!" Ke Lan rushed to the edge of the rift, but was still a step too late—after the dragon's egg touched the little boy's body, it opened a "mouth" and swallowed the little boy whole. go in.

Then, the whole hall began to shake violently!
"Get out of here! Hurry up! Go back up along the secret path!" Ke Lan turned his head and shouted at Akira Asano.

"What about you?"

"I still have the last hole card! But I can't use you here! Believe me! Run!"

"But it says your hole cards are useless."

"It's lying! It's just buying time for fusion! We've all been fooled! Get out of here before it's too late! Otherwise, we'll all have to be buried with him!" Ke Lan roared.

"Can you come back alive?"

"I try my best!"

"Okay. If you die, I will find a way to avenge you." After saying this, Akira Asano turned around and rushed towards the secret passage without looking back.

He trusts Ke Lan very much. Since Ke Lan said that staying would be his hindrance, he will leave.

Ke Lan watched Asano Akira's figure disappear at the entrance of the secret passage, then turned around, his eyes fixed on the crack directly in front of him.

A "bobo" sound of flesh and blood being torn came from below the crack, and then, the edges of the crack collapsed one after another, and the originally long and narrow series suddenly turned into a large hole with a diameter of more than ten meters.

"Yinglong's Egg" slowly rose up from the hole.

The egg did not hatch, but turned into a very strange creature—three pairs of wings with colorful feathers stretched out from the inside of the egg, two of which wrapped the body of the dragon egg, The remaining pair of wings are fully opened, flapping one after another.

The frequency of this pair of wings flutters very slowly, and Ke Lan standing in front of it does not feel the wind pressure at all... In his opinion, the reason why Yinglong's egg can fly has nothing to do with these wings.

Like the creatures infected with the "meme", the three pairs of wings are covered with eyes, and these eyes are all staring at Ke Lan, and each line of sight contains completely different emotions-anger, joy, excitement , fear, sadness, arrogance...

These substantial sights fell on Ke Lan as if they could penetrate the armor... Ke Lan found that when he looked at these eyes, his emotions would be affected.

He had to look away, but he happened to meet the face in the middle of the three pairs of wings—the face of the little boy.

Or rather, Ke Lan's own face.

The torn skin has recovered. Although the appearance has not changed from before, Ke Lan always feels that the other party seems to have changed his face.

It looked at Ke Lan with compassion in his eyes.

"What a pity..." it said.

"Is this your final form? You tried your best to delay the time and break through the ice storage... just to become such an ugly thing?" Ke Lan retorted sarcastically.

"Ugliness and beauty are just one of the countless feedbacks produced by human self-consciousness to the things we see... In the history of mankind, every era has a different definition of beauty and ugliness..."

"Is this something you learned from the memories of those infected?" Ke Lan said, "I have to say, you are quite suitable to be a sophist, and your nonsense skills are quite first-rate."

The other party ignored Ke Lan's words, but continued, "Seraphim, this is the new name I gave myself."

"Seraphim... Seraphim." Ke Lan quickly realized... In a sense, the new name given to him by the other party is indeed very appropriate.

Seraphim, the seraphim, comes from the old Christian classics "Bible and Old Testament". It is the highest ranking angel among the many angels under the seat of God...

In the impression of many people, angels are often images of handsome men and beautiful women with halos on their heads and wings on their backs... But on the contrary, in early religious books, angels, the "creatures", in the "human world" form, Most of them are indescribable.

God created human beings in his own image, but angels do not have the same appearance. They are spiritual bodies with the ability to think. Said, this is a kind of blasphemy against God.

According to the description in religious classics, Seraphim has six wings and four heads, but three of its heads and feet are covered by wings. From a human perspective, it looks like a giant with three pairs of huge wings. Same head.

For the pious believers of that era, Seraphim was undoubtedly "beautiful", and people couldn't help but worship... However, from the perspective of modern people, this shape is truly a "beauty". A monster that makes people lose their San value."

In contrast, Ke Lan is more interested in those succubi with tails and goat hooves in hell.

[PS Thanks to Tentacle Sword 789 for the 500 starting coins; thanks to Tibihua Qingcheng for the 200 starting coins. 】

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