Bring some numerical shock to the summoning world

but.

“It’s not a good place.”

As if already dead, it gasped on the ground, living in a strange and blasphemous way. This vast land had long been completely devoured by a crimson, viscous, plasma-like substance. Looking up, one could see the undulating crimson waves, slowly wriggling like the disgusting entrails of a giant beast.

The mountain where Zhou Li was located was a relatively friendly place, without too many disgusting places. However, there was a pair of strange eyes on the top of the mountain scanning the surroundings. Just as Zhou Li was about to raise his head, a woman's voice came from the cave.

"Don't let the scarlet eyes see you."

Zhou Li and Victor turned around and saw a woman holding a wooden bowl standing quietly in the cave behind them. She was called a woman because she had female characteristics.

but.

She has no head.

Her gray robe, dotted with the dim color of fire, shrouded her like a cloak of woven ash. Threads of gold and red crisscrossed to form a mystical symbol. And on her exposed skin, scars like those scorched by flames were densely packed, yet strangely beautiful. It was as if the power she served was slowly and irreversibly burning the vessel that held it.

Beneath the wide cuffs, one occasionally glimpses a pair of hands, similarly clad in dark fabric. Pale, almost transparent, yet remarkably steady, their fingertips perhaps tinged with tiny, cooled metal shards or ash. All of this rests on the wooden bowl. Within, a pool of clear water brings one back to reality, no longer fixated on the other person's abnormality.

"Dear guest from afar, this is not a secular place, but a place forsaken by the gods."

The girl's voice was ethereal and unreal, as if it came from another world. "Don't leave this place. At least until you understand the laws of the Abandoned Land, please stay here."

"My name is Zhou Li."

Under Victor's astonished gaze, Zhou Li directly said the name of the woman who suddenly appeared.

As if she was surprised by Zhou Li's straightforwardness, after a brief silence, the woman spoke:

"My name is Jeanne d'Arc, and I serve as a vessel for the One who carries the flame."

"It's also... a headless body."

As if she had noticed Zhou Li, her flames began to flicker slowly. After a long silence, she spoke again and asked a strange question.

"Did you follow the guidance to come to the abandoned land?"

"You're here... to end this world, right?"

Victor's face turned green.

No, sister, please stop.

He can really fucking end you!

Brothers, birthday

Today is my birthday,

Chapter 250 No, Brother

Zhou Li was a man of action. Generally speaking, if he threatened to kill someone's entire family, he wouldn't let go of even the cockroaches hiding in their cupboards. So, when the woman named Joan of Arc said, "You're here to kill my whole family," Victor was already preparing for her funeral.

If you make a wish with the violent wishing machine, you are also an object.

But for some reason, Zhou Li did not immediately and happily fulfill the other person's dream. Instead, he looked at the headless woman and asked with some consideration:

"Do you know Arthur?"

The flames that replaced Joan's head visibly trembled. She seemed a little surprised, and her tone changed slightly, "Arthur?"

"Correct."

Zhou Li nodded, "The magical headless girl Arthur."

"I···"

After a brief hesitation, Jeanne's flames stabilized and she spoke, "I may have known her, but not as she is now."

"You remind me of a game where you drown if you swim in the manure pond in front of your house."

Zhou Li sighed, spread his hands, and said, "You've become accustomed to KFC. Even without it, you wouldn't be able to speak normally, right?"

Joan of Arc's flame stared at the "Sealed Flesh and Blood" in Zhou Li's hand, and was stunned.

when?

"I··"

After a long pause, Joan of Arc slowly said, "Of course I know Arthur. She is also a headless saint, but she defected from this world head and left here."

World Head?

"Be specific."

Zhou Li asked, "What's going on with you? What's the eye on the top of the mountain? What's going on on the surface? And what do you do? Is there anyone still alive in this world?"

Joan of Arc didn't respond immediately, seemingly still absorbed in the thought of the other party removing the seal from her flesh and blood. It wasn't until about ten minutes later that she slowly spoke:

"The light of the Golden Law has faded, and the blessed golden tree has withered.

The seeds of taboo sown by past beings took deep root in the abyss, bearing the fruit of disaster. The scarlet flesh that corrupted heaven and earth now parasitized the skull of the Hundred Aspects of the Furnace, finally devouring the pillars that supported heaven and earth.

The headless offered their heads, using their remains as fuel, to burn the remaining flames of life, sustaining this dying borderland for a moment. This... is the land of the end."

You are paralyzed.

Zhou Li was almost laughing out of anger. The feeling of running into someone on a horse and hacking him to death with an axe made him very unhappy. He looked at the other person, then at Victor, and asked, "Do you understand?"

"perhaps."

Nodding, Victor adjusted his glasses and asked Joan of Arc, "You mean, a disaster struck your world. The stars went out, the sun disappeared. Then, a bunch of monsters called flesh and blood emerged and ripped off the heads of the giants in this world. In order to keep this world alive, you also gave up your heads and ignited the flames to prolong the life of this world, right?"

Wait, how did you understand that?

Zhou Li on the side was shocked.

"normal."

Giving Zhou Li a kind smile, Victor said proudly, "There are so many people in our academy who don't speak human language. I'm used to it."

Zhou Li was about to say something, then realized that it was true.

This thing can even communicate with sandworms.

"The former Holy Lady of the Ember Flame once told us that someone from outside would come and put an end to all this suffering."

The flame that replaced the head trembled slightly. Joan of Arc said, "If they knew, it would be troublesome. If you two had not come to end this, I'm afraid... you would be stared at by the blood-red eyes of the abyss. Do not respond to its gaze, or your heads will be taken as sacrifices."

"what."

Zhou Li smacked his lips, sighed, and said, "Aside from you, are there any other living people in this world?"

"I am not alive."

Shaking the flame, Joan was about to speak when suddenly her flame turned scarlet and her words were instantly muffled: "Don't speak, don't move! He is coming!"

The flame went out.

Joan of Arc stood motionless, the bowl of water in her hand unmoving. At that moment, a mumbling sound echoed from the cave entrance. Soon, a distorted face, bloodied and distorted, slowly floated above the cave entrance. The scarlet flesh formed its face.

His nose was a half-dead human, or rather, a half-dead body hanging from a skeleton. Like a tattered rag doll, the human slowly moved its body, as if helping the giant face collect the surrounding scents.

Unfortunately, the giant face had no nose, and the mouth full of fangs half the height of a man was destined to be unable to devour perfect flesh and blood. He bared his teeth in a slightly disappointed manner, bared his teeth...

Where are the teeth?

"It's quite strong."

Zhou left.

The giant face suddenly let out a sinister grin. He forgot what he had just been thinking about, and his mind was filled with the temptation of fresh flesh and blood.

Eat him! Eat him! Eat him!

"He" opened his enormous mouth, which seemed to connect to the abyss. A foul stench filled his face, and even Victor, who had been holding his breath, could not help but vomit. Joan of Arc's flames rekindled. She grabbed Zhou Li's wrist and was about to pull him away, but was surprised to find that she couldn't hold Zhou Li back at all.

Wait a moment.

What about people?

She suddenly realized that Zhou Li was missing.

Was it eaten?

wrong.

She stared blankly at the dark red halo under her feet. No, it should be said that it was a sea of ​​blood made of flesh and blood, but it was too dense to see clearly.

Whose flesh and blood is this?

Raising her head again, Joan of Arc found that the giant face had disappeared, as if it had never appeared.

"Hey."

Victor wiped off the blood and flesh and threw it away, then summoned a swarm of insects to clean his body. He sighed and looked at Zhou Li, who was spotless beside him, and asked:

"Don't you have a gentler approach?"

Zhou Li shrugged, holding the half-dead man in his hand, and said, "That's very gentle. Look, he's not dead yet."

The man in his hand was the "human" used to serve as the giant face and nose of flesh and blood. Of course, he was already half-dead at this point, truly half-dead. The breath in his body was infinitely close to zero, and there was no sense of life at all. Aside from breathing and a heartbeat, he was just a corpse.

"do you know it?"

Zhou Li looked at Jeanne and asked.

"Head changer."

Joan of Arc was a little dazed, and whispered softly: "Those who surrender to the flesh and blood, relying on the flesh and blood to exchange for a head, some will be kept by the flesh and blood as running dogs, while others will be treated as organs by the flesh and blood. Flesh and blood are incomplete, and there will always be lost organs..."

"Oh, that's okay."

The head-changer disappeared.

It disappeared like a giant face of flesh and blood.

The sea of ​​blood on the ground seemed to be a little thicker.

Chapter 251: We?

Joan of Arc just thought she had just had a dream.