Pixel Maniac in the Comic World

Chapter 166 Monsters are hard to mix with

When the blood line in March's palm was completely opened, a terrifying-looking eyeball slowly drilled out from inside.

Its pupils are bright red to a somewhat coquettish blood color, with a black crystal in the middle. The periphery of the blood-red pupils is a circle of purple patterns. The remaining whites of the eyes appear to be covered with bloodshot eyes. In fact, if you look closely, you will find those that appear to be blood vessels. Threads are swimming around inside the whites of the eyes.

It was a miniature version of the Eye of Cthulhu. Hei could tell that it looked exactly like the one in the pixel game. It was just that after the transition from two dimensions to reality, it came with a feeling that just looking at it made him sick. Feeling of nausea.

The eyeballs were rolling in Madge's palm, as if they were looking up and down his whole body. After a few seconds, they began to beat rhythmically.

Hei suddenly felt that his head was starting to become dizzy, as if someone had injected a gallon of high-purity alcohol directly into his veins. He was so overcome with nausea that his face turned pale.

At the bottom of the inventory, a blood-red square icon slowly appeared, with a small pixel version of the Eye in the center.

'Mind reshaping. '

'Your sanity is collapsing, and an evil force is about to reconstruct your soul and give you a demonic body. '

"Actually... use the word "gift"?

Hei opened his eyes wide, and his vision began to become a little strange. When his peripheral vision passed through the eyeballs in March's palm, the high ceiling began to rotate in his eyes, and the floor beneath him seemed to be shaking. , heaven and earth seem to fit together at any time.

At some point, the blue chain on Terry's body disappeared.

The ferocious claws that had previously been able to suppress Batman head-on let out a sharp scream of pain, and his whole body fell to the ground as if it had no bones.

"The brainwashing failed?"

When the whites of the eyes under the drooped eyelids began to spread blood lines twisting like iron worms, Hei suddenly widened his eyes, shooting out astonishing light as if returning to the light.

A sudden thought came to Hei's brain which was mixed into a ball of paste.

It was a color outside the spectrum that could not be observed by humans, so much so that there was no corresponding description in everyday language.

Those soft murmurs of unknown meaning kept lingering in his mind, as if they wanted to completely squeeze Terry's spirit in conjunction with the exaggeration of fainting.

I saw that the pupils of Terry Pickles's eyes had turned half blood-colored, and there was a faint purple circle around the pupils.

But when Terry looked towards the projections, their voices dropped again in confusion.

Ma Qi's whole body was stiff when his eyeball was pulled, as if his weak point had been grasped. His whole body was trembling slightly, but he was unable to make any counterattack.

Then, some strange sounds came to Terry's ears.

Then the light disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The people who were projected also became more and more bizarre, their figures gradually lengthened, and the masks on their faces evolved from the uniform owl shape to all kinds of strange things, with tentacles, spikes, flowers, and some of them even began to pour into Terry's eyes. Incomprehensible colors.

Seeing Terry Pickles' eyes gradually dulling, the projections all showed satisfied smiles. But just when the bloody eyeball had completed its brainwashing mission and was about to retract back into March's palm, an arm suddenly lifted up. Two fingers accurately clamped the eyeball in place.

The masked projectionist standing at the front watched quietly without making a sound, while the other people around him were extremely surprised.

"How could this happen? He actually touched the Scarlet Messenger with his bare hands!"

But Terry sat up from the ground, pulled hard with his arm, and pulled out the eyeball that seemed to be embedded deep in March's flesh.

"Why choose the Court of Owls? Isn't the Joker the one who best meets the demands of the Brain of Cthulhu..."

"His eyes were transformed into the appearance of the Scarlet Apostle?"

"So is this a success or not?"

Terry looked at the projectors who didn't dare to breathe, and suddenly a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. "I really didn't expect that there are people in this world who dare to make deals with the Brain of Cthulhu, and I never thought that the Court of Owls did not leave Gotham City simply after being controlled by the Brain."

Terry stared hard at the projection standing in the front, his eyes full of desire to explore.

"Who are you?"

As soon as these words came out, all the projections stopped moving, as if someone outside the screen had suddenly pressed the pause button.

Only the masked man at the beginning let out a suppressed, low laugh.

"I have never seen a guy like you. Not only do you know about the Court of Owls, you even know so much about the power of the alien gods. How did you survive the brainwashing of the Scarlet Apostle?"

But before Terry could speak, the man suddenly waved his hand.

"Rather than satisfying curiosity, it's better for people like you to die as soon as possible. Gotham City is my game, and it's not your turn."

Snapped!

Terry looked down in response and saw that the eyeball originally held in his palm suddenly burst open, and the black, scarlet and stinky liquid covered his palm.

A second or two later, a loud, strange laughter sounded from the depths of the maze. The laughter was so loud that even Batman outside the maze and those in the Dome Palace heard it.

The members of the Black Mask Gang and the Mental Clown Gang, who had finally eliminated a large number of flying-eyed monsters, looked at each other with fear in their eyes.

"What monster is coming again?"

Standing in the center of the maze, Terry frowned and turned his head left and right, but found that he could not tell which direction the sound came from, southeast, northwest.

Boom~

The marble floor beneath my feet suddenly shook.

Then a bloody mouth rose up from the ground, with a diameter of more than forty feet. Hundreds of sharp and blood-stained fangs suddenly merged, covering Terry with the projection devices and a large piece of broken marble floor. Swallowed it into his mouth.

Then the monster flew out of the ground, its huge body clearly visible even to Batman standing outside the maze.

It was a huge eyeball, almost an enlarged version of the one Terry held in his hand just now, except that there was a thin bloody gap in the center, and the huge mouth and sharp teeth were all hidden in it.

Batman pressed the headset in shock: "Penny, I remember I designed a Bat-Drilling Car a long time ago..."

"Already on the way, sir, but do you need to find little Terry first to meet up?"

"Looking at the position where this big eyeball flew up, I feel like Terry has been swallowed, right?"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was another huge noise from a seemingly far distance above his head.

Then there was a crackling sound that got louder and louder as time went on.

Finally, the ceiling above Batman exploded, and a red and blue figure flew down, finding Batman's position very quickly.

In the smoke and dust, Batman stood up silently. The position where the guy came down was too straight, so that the falling stones went straight to his head, so he had to roll to avoid them.

"To be clear, I don't mean to interfere in Gotham's affairs."

The big man in mid-air was wearing a blue battle suit, and a red cloak on his back was constantly fluttering with the air in the smoke and dust rising from the ground.

Superman glanced solemnly at the unheard-of eyeball monster, and then shrugged at Batman, who was on the ground with a sullen face.

"But Xiao Zha said that there was suddenly a powerful demonic energy here that she had never seen before. You know, although I am not good at dealing with magic, you are the same, so I decided to come and have a look."

(End of this chapter)