It’s a strange invasion, is it okay for me to fight back?

Chapter 612 Catching Sheep
The steel tentacles on the serpent's back unfolded, transforming into blades that pierced the monster's face with unstoppable force! Then they quickly transformed into teeth and claws, viciously tearing off large chunks of flesh and bone!

The monster's face was instantly torn apart!
Its muscles trembled, and a pungent, fishy stench emanated from the wound. Then, several large cysts were squeezed out from the gaps where flesh had been scraped away, and in a very short time, the cysts transformed into a new head and a new face.

Feng Ling was all too familiar with this feeling. It was exactly the same when he killed the stitched beasts—cut off a leg and a new leg would grow; cut off a head and a new head would grow. He could never finish cutting them off! He could never kill them!

But she didn't believe there were unkillable monsters in the world. If she couldn't kill them once or twice, she would kill them ten times, a hundred times, a thousand times!

She thought to herself: How could there be a card stronger than the Mother Nest in a war of attrition?
But the monster had no intention of fighting. Its long arms climbed up the metal frame, bypassed the serpent, and chased after the painted-skin ghost.

"Meteor! I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill you!!!"

The roar was deafening, showing no sign of being anesthetized.

Seeing that attacking the head was useless, Feng Ling swung her steel blade at the monster's hind limbs without hesitation!
Swish swish!
Two deformed, grasshopper-like legs were severed at the root!

The monster's hindquarters suddenly lost support and fell heavily off the metal frame. As before, several large sacs bulged out from the severed wound, transforming into new hind limbs.

It clearly couldn't wait. Its hind limbs were still developing, so it propped itself up on its four arms and continued to crawl forward, eagerly chasing after the shooting star it had been longing for!

Upon seeing this, Feng Ling felt like cursing.

She swung her steel blade again, intending to sever the monster's remaining four arms, when suddenly the wings on the monster's back unfolded—

With seven or eight wings overlapping, it managed to withstand the attack!
These wings are twisted together, making it impossible for them to fly, but their bones are surprisingly hard, like interlocking shackles that firmly hold the steel-bladed tentacles of the Wind Feather!

The remaining tentacles rose up, attempting to cut again, when Feng Ling heard Ye Zheng suddenly shout, "Watch out!!!"

The swollen sacs on the monster's hind limbs were bulging and large, showing signs of bursting!

The tentacles that Feng Ling had just swung out immediately spun around and lined up in front of his body like Venetian blinds!
The next second, more than a dozen agonizing faces bulged out of cysts, bursting open like blood-red balloons with a series of bangs! Accompanied by screams of agony!

Blood, bits of flesh, skin, and bone fragments were flying everywhere!
Wails and screams rose and fell!

The burning pain was transmitted through the limbs—

Feng Ling had long sensed that the other party's flesh and blood contained corrosive toxins, but her tentacles were very strong after being strengthened, and her own regenerative ability was also strong enough, so this amount of toxins was negligible to her.

The bursting pus seemed like a concentrated toxin, causing her pain, followed by a tingling sensation.

She couldn't help but suspect that Huang Yi had ordered the tranquilizer guns to be fired, and that the anesthetic had been transferred by the monster into the hostages inside their bodies, then sprayed out in all directions like a shower of flowers.

This is not surprising, after all, Stitches can freely manipulate their body parts.

Feng Ling felt a headache coming on. There were still quite a few hostages inside the opponent's body. If they kept exploding like this, it would be difficult to deal with them.

It would be better to let the painted-skin ghost lead it out of the oil refinery. Once they reach an open area, she will be much more relaxed. At least she won't have to worry about using too much force and damaging the pipes on both sides of the road or the oil storage tanks. The soldiers can also use firepower without any worries.

However, the Painted Skin Ghost is not a speed-type card, so it will probably be caught up before it even leaves the oil refinery.

Feng Ling's fight with the monster lasted only a dozen seconds, and the thoughts in her mind also passed in a short while. At this moment, both Huang Yi's squad and Lisa's soldiers were urgently taking cover to avoid the exploding pus.

Besides Windfeather, two of Windfeather's tentacles are stuck in the bone crevices of its wings and cannot be pulled out.

She genuinely believed this was a golden opportunity for the Stitched Beast to turn the tables and launch an attack, but unfortunately, the Stitched Beast paid no attention to her. After a brief counterattack using the hostage explosion, it continued crawling forward as always, growling, "Meteor..."

"Meteor?!" Ye Zheng suddenly shouted.

Feng Ling was taken aback, wondering how Ye Zheng could be in such a state of confusion before the monster had even released its mental pressure. But when she looked ahead, she actually saw a shooting star!

Meteor, disguised as Huangfu Miaomiao, stood not far from the Painted Skin Ghost, a comical expression on his face that was half astonishment and half as mockery. Then, he vigorously wiped away the pus that clung to his body, and in full view of everyone, he suddenly transformed into a ghostly figure and darted into the complex gaps in the nearby pipes.

The monster panicked, and so did Feng Ling!

"Grab her!" Feng Ling shouted.

The haphazard spray of venom has disrupted the meteor's concealment. If we don't give chase now, it will be difficult to catch it later!

"Feng Ling! What's going on?!" Huang Yi asked in surprise.

His attention was entirely focused on the monster, and he didn't notice the anomaly behind the Painted Skin Ghost.

Feng Ling didn't know how to explain, but Ye Zheng had already rushed in the direction where the meteor had disappeared!
Why did a meteor appear here?
Feng Ling's mind was in complete chaos: Could it be that my scheme was too successful and actually lured Meteor into the trap? But just now she was less than ten meters away from Aunt Wang, so she must have already recognized that Aunt Wang was not Huangfu Miaomiao. So why didn't she leave quietly and instead continue to lurk here in a concealed state?

Just for the spectacle?

Feng Ling would do this herself; she didn't think Liu Xing would.

As the thought crossed her mind, Feng Ling's breath hitched! —The meteor could only have two purposes: to exchange bodies or to reclaim the dwarf sheep. Now that the first purpose was hopeless, then the second…

"Where's the sheep?! Where is the sheep?!" Feng Ling turned around anxiously.

The dwarf sheep trembled in front of the factory gate.

The stitched beast twisted its deformed body with force and lunged straight at the dwarf sheep!

Feng Ling flung out its claws, aiming to grab the sheep!
She was faster than the Stitched Beast, but she got dizzy and disoriented whenever she encountered a dwarf sheep! She kept having hallucinations of the Abyss Mother Nest!

The dwarf sheep kicked hard and easily broke free, then ran towards the stitched beast for protection!

Only a few strands of wool remained on Fengling's claws.

"Damn it..." Feng Ling shook his head violently, trying to stay awake. When he opened his eyes, he saw the dwarf sheep leaping high and plunging headfirst into the body of the stitched beast!
Without a second thought, Feng Ling once again lashed out with its claws to grab the sheep!

Even if she hallucinates again, she cannot let go!
With a hissing sound!
The dwarf sheep was split in two. The half of its body, including the hind legs, was torn off by Feng Ling, while the other half, with the sheep's head attached, was completely integrated into the body of the stitched beast.

Feng Ling was stunned.

The sheep is dead.

"Are you crazy? Shouldn't you be protecting it?!" Feng Ling exclaimed in shock as she looked at the monster.

She quickly realized she had asked a stupid question.

Because the Stitched Beast never intended to protect the Administrator, it had long given up on its dream of returning to the Upper City. Its proposal to exchange hostages was purely for Meteor's death.

Exchange meteors, kill meteors.

Exchange the dwarf sheep, kill the sheep—the demon king is reborn, and the shooting star is the vessel for rebirth.

　This is a bit messy because my mind is a mess.
　　(End of this chapter)