Alien Dust

Chapter 503: Electric Slaughter Throne
What a generous gesture.

It is equivalent to allowing one's body to directly ascend to become a saint.

This is indeed a level higher than the conditions given by Dai Jing. If Wu Hen is really eager to step into the higher dimension and become a shining star in this alien universe, he can indeed reap the benefits at this time.

But Wu Hen still hates the Black Shirt Organization.

He did not forget that when he entered the other dimension for the second time, he was almost sacrificed to the evil spirits by the lower-level group of the Black Shirt Organization. If it were not for Su Li's protection, he would have become a vegetable.

He will never forget that when his home was invaded by the alien dimension, the ideology of the Black Shirt Organization infiltrated into those cities that were in doomsday panic, and his family was almost burned to death by the cockroaches of the Black Shirt Organization.

Only the little people in the other dimension talk about gains and losses. People like Wu Hen who have stood out and stood at a higher dimension only talk to you about their temper.

The Black Shirts Organization is actually the savior?
Is Dai Jing the new brutal ruler?
Wu Hen admitted that he couldn't see clearly at the moment.

Since he couldn't see clearly and had to choose a side, Wu Hen would definitely stand on the side of Dai Jing, who was good-looking, had clear ideas, and looked like an old friend. How could he possibly go to the black-shirted leader who had killed his family...

As for the super tenth-level life bead, if the Black Lord has it, even if he kills him, it will be his anyway!
"Sorry, Dai Jingyan is right. You still smell like a cockroach. It's your 18th-tier believers' fault. They made me extremely disgusted with your entire organization." Wu Hen refused sternly.

After hearing this, Lord Black’s face turned as pale as charcoal.

Is this guy out of his mind?
It was obvious that he could obtain the most valuable things by doing nothing. Was it possible that becoming a god was not tempting to him?
This kind of idealistic idiocy deserves to be tortured and ravaged by layers of cruel laws.

"Then let it rot and grow maggots on this land!" Lord Black immediately changed his expression. It was rare to meet such an unyielding outsider, but this alien dimension had all kinds of creatures, and he, Ge Yuan, didn't mind burying one more false god who played the role of meddling in other people's affairs!

Just because Black Lord is not sure that he can kill Wu Hen, it doesn’t mean that he is afraid of this opponent.

His movements were silent, but his murderous intent was fierce. His dark claws would always stretch out from Wu Hen's blind spot and grab Wu Hen's vital points, wanting to take out all of Wu Hen's internal organs.

Wu Hen's eyes were observing at a high frequency.

There are some fatal attacks that cannot be avoided and can only be protected by the Yingyun Dou Yi.

However, the protection of the misty fighting suit also has its limit. As the mist particles decrease, Wu Hen realizes that if he can no longer figure out the form of Black Lord's power, he will need to expose his other magical powers.

Suddenly, the Black Lord turned into a pair of huge black wings, covering the sky above Wu Hen, like a terrible god of death spreading his wings of death towards Wu Hen, and wanting to reap Wu Hen's soul in a very cruel way.

Wu Hen felt a great sense of oppression. He tried to burst out at the highest speed and transform his figure into a blue-purple light. However, no matter how the light moved, it seemed to be enveloped by the pair of black wings of the god of death and could not escape.

“Shuashuashua!!!!”

The invisible god of death reaped the harvest, like a sickle of soul slashing towards Wu Hen, or like countless strange birds of death pecking at Wu Hen's body, eating his flesh.

The misty fighting robe shattered in an instant, and the surrounding resentful energy also completely disintegrated. Wu Hen's unprotected body was exposed under the huge black wings of the god of death. His body inexplicably straightened and was fixed on the rack. A sky burial ceremony was being performed under the gaze of the ethereal god of death.

Wu Hen was greatly surprised.

The power of this Black Lord is extraordinary.

It turned out that he had negotiated conditions with me before only because he didn't want to expose his more powerful strength.

It was still silent, and Wu Hen's hearing was unable to detect this cruel killing technique.

He needed to concentrate and try to analyze using other senses.

Therefore, he had to endure some pain.

Pain is the sense that can most stimulate people. Wu Hen calmly accepted the baptism of the lash of the Wings of Death while making sure that he would not be cut into bones by the opponent.

Compared with the feeling of being ravaged by Si Zai, this level of whipping was not just a tickle. It could only be said that it was completely unable to shake the spiritual will that he had honed there.

It hurt, but it didn't cause Wu Hen to have any emotions.

Taking advantage of this pain, Wu Hen began to savor the way this strange power was destroying him.

In order to feel more clearly, Wu Hen even blocked his other senses, leaving only such a pure body, using the touch and pain of his body to capture unknown information.

Touch is the first sense to awaken in humans. This includes when babies first use their mouths to taste everything they touch. In fact, touch is the dominant sense.

Wu Hen knew that although he did not have his sense of touch awakened, he tried to sense the battle in the most primitive way.

After closing his previous perception, the "baptism of pain" that Wu Hen felt was completely different. It was no longer countless sickles cutting through his body, nor was it countless birds of death pecking at him. It was as if his entire body was immersed in a pool of sulfuric acid!
Liquid power? ?

This made Wu Hen feel extremely confused. He clearly saw black and quite substantial power, even as sharp as a blade or a claw, how could it be liquid? Shouldn't liquid be more uniform?
The pain is getting worse.

There were countless wounds on Wu Hen's body, and these wounds were consistent with being cut and stabbed...

Suddenly, he felt a touch like water plants in a river, and then a long and narrow wound appeared on Wu Hen's chest!

Sharp waterweed?

Is it true that my sense of touch is so low-level that it has begun to convey such inappropriate information to my brain?
Of course, it is not appropriate to describe it as water plants.

It should be the bamboo leaves that pass by quickly.

As the baptism became more intense, Wu Hen was no longer in a sulfuric acid spring, but more like soaking in a sulfuric acid waterfall pouring down from above his head. In this sulfuric acid waterfall, there were also a large number of sharp bamboo leaves, which passed through his body, which had been softened by sulfuric acid corrosion, bringing a touch of slow slicing...

"No, the senses don't deceive the brain. Only the brain can imagine similar scenes that it has experienced before."

"The power of the Black Lord is liquid. It is very likely to be smaller liquid vapor particles similar to the mist particles, just like water vapor, which exists in the air but is difficult to identify with the naked eye. This also explains the black fog around the Black Lord..."

Wu Hen suddenly remembered that when he used the sword of hatred to chop down the black fog puppet of the Black God, the black fog exploded into something like black oil, and there was a fiber-like substance in the black oil.

"I understand!"

Wu Hen suddenly realized.

It is extremely irritating biochemical moisture!!
This biochemical moisture can be controlled, and when it condenses into filaments, it will form a more concentrated corrosive substance that will quickly destroy human body tissues, just like being cut by a sharp blade or torn by poisonous claws.

My own sense of touch did not deceive me.

Now he was immersed in a huge biochemical moisture basin. The Black Lord would change the concentration of these moisture micro-liquids. When the concentration became higher, they would become the "sharp" indigo leaves in the water flow, which were actually highly corrosive frontal liquid fibers!

The extremely lethal liquid fibers are difficult to resist by any armor or any extraordinary flesh. Most importantly, these liquid fibers are silent and cannot be detected by one's hearing. After all, no matter how thick the fog is, there can be no sound!

After understanding all this, Wu Hen couldn't help but tremble with excitement.

I am such a genius!
Even if you are hit by all the enemy's powerful moves, you can still realize and taste the true meaning in this pain. After evolving to the tenth level, you must apply to Nuwa Yan for a gift package that is the first to break through the tenth level of life, and let her help you awaken your sense of touch!

In fact, when Wu Hen abandoned other perceptions as powerful as gods and used "sincerity" to taste the pain of touch, Wu Hen's tactile factor had become active and was about to complete a self-awakening.

He opened his eyes.

He saw his bloody body.

Wu Hen was a little angry that such a perfect, masculine and muscular body was whipped like this by the dirty and evil Black Lord.

He stood there, anger blazing in his eyes.

This angry light was even a little dazzling to the Black Lord.

He was a little bit unbelievable. Was this guy who appeared out of nowhere made of stone? How could he be so alive and well after being tortured like this by his own power?

"It's my turn to torture you, but your old bones can take it!"

Wu Hen released all the electric killing particles in the Lei Mang arm guard. The purple electric current was already particularly dazzling in the air, and now the surrounding was filled with biochemical moisture. They were like a criss-crossing circuit network for Wu Hen's high-voltage current, making the electric killing energy that Wu Hen burst out even more violent.

Electric slaughter rushed high into the sky, looking like a bunch of wild evil dragons. They intertwined with each other to form an extremely thick columnar magic throne. The chain-like electric current imprisoned the Black Lord firmly in the magic throne!

"Taste the torture seat I carefully prepared for you!"

At this moment, Wu Hen seemed to have transformed into the Yongxin Emperor who had ascended to become a god, and pressed the Black Lord on the chair filled with high-voltage electricity.

As Wu Hen turned on the current, billions of volts of electricity turned into a thunder that penetrated everything and crashed into the Black Lord.

The body of the Black Lord is not as strong as Wu Hen's.

This one of the four leaders of the Black Shirts Organization was actually very fragile. He had already screamed like a pig being slaughtered when he was first baptized by the torture seat. Presumably, in his long and cold-blooded career, he had only often abused and tortured other lives, but he himself had never experienced real pain, not even physical pain.

It just so happened that Wu Hen satisfied him at once.

Not only does he physically feel the despair and length of the execution chair, but his soul can also spiral into the air at a 360-degree angle to feel being chopped by lightning!
(End of this chapter)