Pixel Maniac in the Comic World

Chapter 155 Scarlet Tunnel

"After the secret passage was opened, the outside air flowed in, and coupled with our movements while walking, how could the inside of the light pillar be so clean?"

Terry Bai exhaled a breath, and between the collision of hot and cold air, a white mist floated leisurely, and the fine water vapor became clearer under the illumination of the flashlight.

"In this secret tunnel environment, no matter how much we clean it, there won't be any dust at all. According to the Tyndall effect, there should be a lot of dust like flying catkins in the light beam."

Bruce watched silently, thinking in his heart.

Both of them stopped because of this phenomenon that violated physics. There is air and dust in this world, but how is it possible to make the secret passage so clean now?

"You said before that apart from accepting sacrifices from humans - that is, relying on the spiritual growth provided by humans, does it really mean that the monster can't eat physical matter in reality?"

"I can't guarantee this. In fact, this involves some magical knowledge."

Terry kept turning the flashlight in his hand, following the light beam with his eyes to look left and right.

"Generally speaking, this kind of monster will not exist directly in reality. The most suitable living environment for them when they are weak should be a strange space that does not interact with the real world on the physical level under normal conditions."

With the full revelation of the remaining books in the Hand's stronghold and the spy Erica, the Bureau of Science and Strategic Defense, including SHIELD behind it, gained a deeper understanding of the evil rituals enshrined by the Hand.

Not only the Devourer of Worlds, who is closely related to Terry himself, but also the former master of the dark space, the Beast, was incorporeal at first.

Under some evil magic rituals left over from ancient times, human beings actively put their spirits into the space where the evil gods reside, use their own thoughts to support the evil gods, and let the other party descend to a part of them through the worshiper's real body as a medium. Mysterious power.

According to Erica's description, the long insect that replaced the beast actually didn't like to deal with the Hand.

However, according to some comic plot memories, the beast itself is not a particularly powerful evil god. Even in the later stages of many plots, the Hand develops to have extremely high technical capabilities and truly becomes a huge organization capable of interfering in the global situation. The beast is not Can have real entities.

That's it for a Corruption Worm. If Hei had a Scarlet Ke'nao here, it wouldn't be like that.

Perhaps because Bruce and Terry stopped for a long time, Bill, who had been lagging far behind because he had been in a daze, slowly moved closer to the two.

Only at this level, once the entrance to the dark space is completely opened, the evil god can directly project his material body into reality.

But Shitun's grade is definitely higher than that of the beast. As soon as the long insect started, it gnawed at the beast that Hand Hui had enshrined for who knows how many years, and it could also directly release the corrupting aura that turned humans into corrupted zombies into reality.

Terry pointed the flashlight in the direction of Bill's footsteps.

As for the information Erica gave, it was even more horrifying.

After Shiton appeared, not only all members of the Hand, but at least those high-level officials who frequently paid homage became Shiton's puppets. They abandoned the great stronghold as soon as Shiton decided to run away, leaving behind so many important things in the Hand. People and documents must also be evacuated.

Before the appearance of Shitun, the top leaders of the Hand basically retained their own consciousness and worshiped them. In essence, they were just using the power of beasts and the concept of beasts to rule this cult-like organization.

What does that mean? It means that the human spirit is not worth mentioning in front of Shitun's thoughts.

The number of times the Hand can successfully worship Seton and get a response is less than a fraction of the beast's.

After a sufficient number of spiritual offerings are made, the evil god will slowly change some of the rules within the space, and thus begin to enter a transformation where the spirit interferes with matter.

Just like this, the Hand can still fall under Shitun's control.

They are a dual state between spirit and matter and cannot be directly observed by human eyes or scientific instruments.

Terry turned around, glanced at Bruce, and then the two of them exchanged positions in the secret passage with great effort.

From the beginning to the end, it can only be carried out through the descent method, such as invading the consciousness of Daredevil Matt or other superheroes related to the Hand, and acting in a human body.

Even the most intuitive point.

"Bill, are you okay?"

"Thank you...thank you for your concern."

Bill's distant voice seemed to have a different flavor than the trembling before.

This thin and handsome man seemed to be caught in some inexplicable fear, and his tone of voice changed. "I don't feel very good. Why did you stop? Is there some monster in front of you?"

Ok?

Terry and Bruce were immediately alert.

Bruce also took out a lighting device at this moment, which was much more powerful than the civilian flashlight Terry had. He shined it back and forth in the passage, but still found nothing.

Terry secretly thought something was wrong and shouted loudly in Bill's direction.

"Come here quickly, let's get together first - why are you asking what monsters are ahead? We didn't see anything?"

"Didn't see anything?"

Bill's tone paused in disbelief.

Finally, Bill's pale face slowly emerged from the darkness. He was no shorter than Bruce, and it was quite difficult to move in this narrow passage.

At this time, Bill was sweating a lot, even the hair on his forehead was wet, and his whole body was shaking like chaff.

It's really hard for this semi-madman to follow him despite being so afraid.

"How come you didn't see anything?"

Bill quickened his pace, as if there was some monster chasing him in the dark, breathing heavily, and moved until he was beside Terry before he felt a little calmer.

"How could that be? As soon as I came in, I smelled a strong smell of blood floating in the air!"

After hearing this, Terry sniffed sharply, while Bruce's expression changed, and he took out a triangular purifier and covered his face.

All three people were silent for a few seconds.

Terry put the flashlight into Bill's hand, turned to Bruce and sighed.

"Ineffective communication, he is going crazy, there is no smell of blood."

Bruce lowered his head and looked at the watch on his wrist carefully. The purifier was also a black technology and could analyze the composition of the air.

As with Terry's artificial nose judgment, the data didn't show anything unusual.

But Bill retorted to Terry with a cry.

"I'm not crazy! Can't you smell such a strong smell of blood?!"

This sentence instantly brought the two extraordinary men to a halt.

Bruce clicked on the display on his wrist and began to adjust the frequency, while Terry, after thinking for two seconds, pulled Bill backhand and asked him to point the flashlight at the dark wall of the passage next to him.

"Bill, take a closer look. What color is this wall?"

Bill turned around tremblingly. Although he was scared, the 'faith' in his heart was firm, and he was not as afraid as ordinary people to dare to act. He stared at the dark wall and observed it carefully for a while.

"black……"

Terry breathed a sigh of relief.

"No, no, no, it's more like a dark red, like red wine, only darker."

Terry's expression became strange.

"It's over, you guys are much more developed than mine."

(End of this chapter)