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Chapter 261 Countdown to Life

When Zhu Jue woke up again, the sky was dark.

To be exact, it is the last dark period before dawn.

His coma didn't last long, only half an hour.

"Ahem. Ugh~"

Still filled with dizziness and nausea in his mind, he managed to straighten up, leaning against the tree stump next to him, and sort out the current situation.

First, I took a look at the place where the monster's body was originally located. It was already empty. The guy really didn't die, or he was resurrected by the power he saw before after he died.

Give up thinking about that dark cloud for the time being, Zhu Jue doesn't want to add a burden to the spirit that is already close to the limit.

Realizing that his trip was probably in vain this time, he punched the top of the tree stump beside him a little annoyed.

Kara~
There was a crackling sound immediately, Zhu Jue stopped his fist, and looked sideways with some doubts.

There is a 2-inch thick fist mark on the surface of the stump.

What Zhu Jue cared about was not the fist mark itself, because with his current strength, let alone a fist mark, it would be a breeze to break this tree stump.

The key is that he didn't deliberately mobilize his power when he punched, but just punched casually. He usually used this level of power when he was fighting with Wu Tong, but he hit a deep punch on this thick wooden stake. Deep fist marks.

Wu Tong is a steel frame?
Obviously not.

There is only one explanation, Zhujue's own strength has increased!

"Why is that?"

Zhu Jue is not a heartless person, there must be a reason for the increase in strength, and he did not eat the new evolutionary meat, and was even beaten up by the monster.

Recalling the previous situation, he immediately thought of the phantoms that had been knocked out of his body.

In fact, even he himself didn't know where those guys came from, but judging from their types, they seemed to be the monsters that were the source of spiritual pollution that he had swallowed, and they were pulled out of his body by the monsters.
Force yourself to concentrate and gather awareness.

Hey~
It was the same little lynx with dark golden horns and some silver gray in its hair. It appeared directly in Zhu Jue's arms, exactly the same as the one he saw in the snow field.

Weak and almost pure!
It wasn't what it looked like before tonight.

No one has more say in this than Zhu Jue.

Its physical state is actually more like a combination of the characteristics of various sources of spiritual pollution, but now, only the hair and horns that symbolize the furbolg remain.

Zhu Jue had to think about what this meant.

"If it represents my consciousness, then the signs of the spiritual pollution source monsters that originally existed on it are undoubtedly the consciousness of those guys. Before they were whipped away by the tentacles, it should be said that they were pulled out of my body. Why do I still have strength left?"

The first time he saw the little lynx in the snowfield, Zhu Jue was already mentally prepared, such as being beaten back to its original state, but this situation is obviously unexpected now, his strength has not decreased but increased!

good thing?

The faint discomfort in his body made Zhu Jue, who had just had this idea, kick on the tree stump very depressed, and the tree stump the size of a washbasin just rose from the ground and flew to the woodland a few meters away.

With the passage of time, Zhu Jue has already noticed the changes of various forces in his body.

This is definitely not good news.

He is sure of this!

Sitting on the broken log next to him, Zhu Jue rested his elbows on his thighs and his palms on his cheeks, and began to analyze himself.

Aside from external forces such as the scavenger and the crescent moon sword, Zhu Jue's strength comes from three aspects:
One is the power of the spiritual pollution source monsters, which can be said to account for 95% of the total strength. Zhu Jue Neng's current combat effectiveness is almost entirely due to the power of the spiritual pollution source monsters he devoured.

The second is Zhu Jue's power as a human being, which is less than 1%, because his body has actually collapsed a long time ago, without the strength of the furbolg to support him, he should have died long ago.

The third is Zhu Jue's own spiritual power that Zhu Jue has comprehended from the monster power of the spiritual pollution source, which is the little bobcat lying in his arms and smacking his lips, accounting for about 4%.

Which of these three powers does Zhujue like best?

Naturally, he realized it himself, the little bobcat born from the condensation of his consciousness, because strictly speaking, other powers do not belong to him!

The restlessness in the body now is the best proof!

The first part of the power in Zhu Jue's body is powerful, but after all, he obtained it by devouring the meat of the source of mental pollution. There is actually not much difference between the electronic brain and the smart equipment on the soldiers, but the power level is higher.

They surrendered because of Zhu Jue's strength, so there is no difference in normal use, at most it caused Zhu Jue's mental burden, and this is equivalent to those soldiers who control those smart equipment through electronic brains, most of the time they are naturally handy .

What if the electronic brain goes out of control?
Zhu Jue is now facing such a situation.

Although Zhu Jue's personal will has become pure because the will of the monsters, the source of mental pollution, has been taken away, but what the monster took away is only the will. bound and unable to be drawn away.

If Zhu Jue's will is strong enough, it will undoubtedly be a great thing for him, because he can completely control this power, and they will eventually become his real power.

However, the reality is that Zhu Jue's will has not grown up at all, it is just a little bobcat born only two months old, who likes to curl up in his arms for protection.

He knew that he couldn't expect more from it, such as being strong overnight and controlling everything. That was unreasonable.

It is also because of this that Zhu Jue said to it in the snowy snowfield of the dream before, "I will protect you."

It's a promise.

Just like when he found the wind chimes on Fangdou Mountain.

The mechanical soldiers found that they could only take off the equipment if it was out of control, or control it manually, but Zhu Jue's power could not do this, and lost the original strong will limitation.

They are dissatisfied.

So the riots began.

Zhu Jue at this moment was the strongest since he came to this world, but it was also the closest to collapse and perish.

He didn't know how long his own body could restrain those forces.
This is the countdown to his life.

"Flo, you owe me a big favor!"

This journey has nothing to say except this video that can definitely cause a sensation. Now I have included myself in it. Zhu Jue got up and walked to the village. Every step can leave footprints on the surface of the forest, just like walking on the moon. Walking is like taking a step, the body will automatically rise out of thin air, and when it lands again, it is already a few meters away.

Zhu Jue was going back to Yecheng as soon as possible. He didn't know how to solve his physical problems for the time being. He needed more time to think, although he didn't know how long he would have to think.

However when he approached the village.

What you see is no longer those gloomy and obscure buildings, but a sea of ​​flames
After being stunned for about a minute in the corn field outside the village, Zhu Jue started to run towards the radio tower in the village. He remembered that Flo's goal was there.

Walking along the street, when Zhu Jue passed the square where he had been with the black-robed people before, he found that there were actually a large number of broken corpses here.

They were stacked together, with raging flames burning on their bodies. Needless to say, they must be other villagers in the village.

Thinking of the time bomb in the backpack, Zhu Jue quickly understood the ins and outs of the matter.

The people living in this village have long been brainwashed by the cult, and their spirits have been polluted even more. A considerable number of people have become mutants who are alternative sources of spiritual pollution. The rest of them are probably not far from this state. The government found that what awaited them might be death or some special experiments in government laboratories.

Instead of letting them suffer between waking and nightmares, it is better to give them a good time now.

At least at this moment, they are still immersed in their own world.

Moving on, Zhu Jue soon came to the location of the radio tower.

Not surprisingly, this place has now become a burning ruin. Zhu Jue tried to call Flo's name a few times, but there was no response.

In the end, all I saw were a few characters laid out with stones on the open space in front of the ruins.

"Thank you, what do you mean by backpack?"

Zhu Jue looked at the two characters on the ground separated by a distance. The first word told him that Flo might have died in the fire with these people, but the latter word made him puzzled.

The throbbing pain in his body interrupted Zhu Jue's thinking, and he couldn't stay here any longer.

Whatever Flo left behind was less important than solving the problems she now faced.

After dawn, outside the valley.

It's the same road.

A tired figure boarded the long-distance bus on the third floor, and, like other passengers, sat down by the window where there were fewer people around.

He just hung up the communication after reporting to Weird Studio that he was safe.

The constant colic in his body made Zhu Jue's face pale, but his expression remained calm.

Leaning against the window, looking at the receding scenery outside, Zhu Jue raised his hand and looked at the gray flesh in his palm.

It was lifeless flesh and blood.

Withdrawing his gaze, he turned to look at the backpack in his arms.

There is a hand-bound book inside, it should be said to be a pamphlet the size of a palm.

Zhu Jue found it when he retrieved his backpack last night. Presumably, he broke in alone at the observation station last night, and Flo put it in when Flo took care of his backpack and weapon case.

There are several black characters on the cover of the book.

The Book of Dekian

This is the treasure that Flo mentioned when he talked with those cultists, and it is also the integration of the knowledge he obtained in his dreams. Although he was tortured by those dreams and almost collapsed, he still faithfully recorded it. content, and found for them a master he thought fit.

It was late at night when Zhu Jue left.

Another group of people visited the village deep in the valley.

Looking at the ruins everywhere, the person in the front wearing a robe embroidered with mysterious symbols pointed in the direction of the altar.

"Whatever it takes, find it, and find them!"

He said so.

(End of this chapter)