The Riddler Get Out of Terra

The trees in the distance were penetrated, and the snow dust turned into elves clearly visible in the light, constantly swimming in the sight. They stood in front of the woods, with the forest behind and the original in front, so the light was born and unobstructed.

The Tartarus in front of him was shrouded in dim light and was too blurry to be human. Franz couldn't help but think of the indifferent stone statue in the Grand Duke's Palace of Cosiche.

The stone statue's voice continued:

"Freedom is the pursuit that life cannot leave - living space is another value that everyone desires. Your body is obeying and your mind is numb, but the syllables from the soul cannot be deceived after all."

The slender finger pointed at Franz's left chest, which was covered by a black double-breasted trench coat. Here, there was a heart that was constantly being replaced.

Plop, plop--

When everything was silent, Franz felt that his whole body was trembling slightly with the beating of his heart. Now, his blood pump, his source of life, was beating fiercely in the fingertips extended by Tartarus.

"So the fourth god has chosen you. He has enabled you to get rid of Ursus's brainwashing technology that has been refined for hundreds of years. He has enabled you to feel the emotions boiling in your body. He has also enabled you to see the depths of your soul. Here, through those weird and twisted totems, we can understand the most essential spiritual pursuit of an intelligent life."

"Although the pursuit has always been the same throughout the ages, the desires are always strange," Jolon meaningfully hinted to Franz: "Fran, he has given you the protection of seeing through the soul, because he is one of the masters of the soul, and naturally With such authority.”

“He is the God of love and the God of desire.”

Jorum moved his fingers in front of Franz's heart, and moved his snow-white knuckles like tender bamboo shoots in front of the armor-covered eyes of the inner guard:

"Blink a blink, Fran. His gift will take you to see the world in my eyes, and then you will understand why I said this."

Chapter 121 Monsters and People

Franz closed his eyes and opened them immediately. In his world, everything in front of him had lost its hypocritical shell:

The Ursus farmer who introduced the farm to Tallulah was not even a bear, he was just a timid mouse.

In the world that Franz saw, this big, upright rat stood less than his waist, but he bowed his body flatteringly, rubbed his hands and nodded and bowed to the noble man in front of him, with the drool that had just fallen from the corner of his mouth. .

The big mouse has a pair of pitch-black eyes, which should be as dark as those of its kin that forage in the wilderness. There is no trace of light in the eyes. The fur is dry, the shape is skeletal, and the limbs are surprisingly thin, supporting the same skinny body. A body with exposed bones.

Why is he so thin here?

The inner guard recalled the original appearance of the big black rat who courted Tallulah, but found that only one of his hands, which was covered with calluses, frostbite, and chapped, was exposed, and the rest of his body parts were hidden in a patchwork of materials. Under the rags, only the cold wind would reveal his embarrassment and poverty.

No wonder so thin.

Thinking of the opponent's chicken-paw-like palms, where the joints could be clearly seen, Naiwei explained his doubts.

Now that we've seen the militia, what does Tallulah look like?

Franz couldn't help but be curious: What kind of mental image could make Tartarus say something disgusting?

He slowly changed his gaze and looked to the other side where fluorescence replaced sunlight:

This is a coquettish human-dragon monster.

Red scales, a blue and red heart, and a huge dragon head covered by iron-gray hair.

That's right, Tallulah in the spiritual vision has completely transformed into a monster with a dragon head and a human body. In the material world, she is obviously a pure Drac, but in the spiritual vision, one of her horns is Drac's.

It is straight and pointed, with one bright red dragon horn.

There are even two tails, hanging low behind the half-dragon, half-human's pretending to be enchanting - but what's so good about her?Franz could only see a monster imitating a delicate lady in a poor imitation of a human being.

A half-dragon doing this?

If it were a beautiful girl from Ursus, this behavior would be pleasing to the eye, but a ferocious half-dragon with scales and armor would do this?

Coupled with the astonishingly skinny big rat and the appearance of being confused by the dragon at first glance, Franz just felt greasy and disgusting!

But this is not the end. Compared with Tallulah who is about to leave and reveal a more essential image, the nausea caused by talking to people now can only be regarded as the beginning:

As he left, the dark spots on the red dragon's body suddenly began to squirm!

Franz looked at it intently and was about to spit it out.

Where are the black spots? !

Through the power of the God of Love mentioned by Tartarus, Franz clearly saw an extremely disgusting nightmare:

The dark spots are not embellishments on the scales, they are festering and broken scars!

Franz couldn't see any tender meat, only green necrotic muscles twisting and moving under the scales, causing light green viscous pus to splash out.

As the red dragon imitated the lady's movements, the scars gradually fester, and the scales were damaged and decayed along with its imitation, revealing pale and swollen rotten flesh. There seemed to be worm activity in the rotten meat. Franz could even see black and white bumps. Move under the skin of a puffy fiasco!

What he saw soon came true - the wound exploded, large swaths of black blood as sticky as grease were thrown out, and extremely disgusting black fat worms twisted their dirty and slippery bodies, as the blood and flesh spattered to the ground. The outside of the red dragon's body.

They shed their skin very quickly, quickly squirming and struggling from deformed insects. Soon, the new body tore the old skin, and pure black flesh snakes twisted and crawled up.

There seemed to be another force in the void. These fully grown black bugs soon took off into the air and flew into the distance driven by a force that Franz could not see. On the half-dragon's wounds, there were clusters of white bugs, No, snake eggs are hatching densely.

"vomit--"

Franz couldn't bear such an impactful and disgusting sight. He forcibly exited his spiritual vision and returned to reality. He tore off his mask, revealing a skeleton that had lost a layer of flesh and blood due to the bonding with the flesh and blood of the mask, resembling a skeleton with muscles. Face.

As his skin was gradually repaired by the power of psychic factors, Franz just wanted to vomit out the disgusting stickiness in his stomach!

No wonder the leader said it was disgusting, no wonder the leader didn't like to look at Tallulah more - was the host parasitized by the black snake so disgusting?

After seeing this tragic image of being eroded into space, Franz's wariness and disgust towards the black snake inevitably rose in his heart.

"It looks like you've seen it."

Just when Franz wanted to continue vomiting, and even pressed the throat tube to induce vomiting, Jolon stopped him.

"I said that the god who gave you strength is the god of love and desire. He is not as violent as courage, nor as changeable as wisdom, let alone compared to life - but what he gives is There’s a price.”

Qiao Lun used his skills again to stop Franz from scratching his arm:

"He will make you crave some physical habits, and once you obey this idea, you will really step into the trap. The exciting feeling is only once, but repeated actions will never satisfy Him. Therefore, once you are caught in the trap, , you will fall into an inescapable vortex.”

"The first time is to scratch the skin, the second time is to cause a wound, the third time to peel off the scar, the fourth time to peel off the skin along the scar... and then, there is only one end.

Although this power is powerful, it is no joke. "

So said Tartarus.

Chapter 122 Insanity

"Have you seen an injured Elafia here?"

"Have you ever seen an injured Elafia?"

"Hello, have you seen an injured Elafia?"

"Hello, it's scary to meet you for the first time. Have you ever seen an injured Elafia?"

……

"Hello, I am very scared when we meet you for the first time. Please forgive me for not using the Ursus etiquette to salute you, but just like each of us is struggling to survive in the tundra without asking for a way out, every touching encounter is It means strangeness, temptation, familiarity and separation.

I hope you can forgive me for my rudeness. It is really anxious to find an old friend in the vast wasteland. Have you seen an injured Elafia?She is my friend. A disaster forced us to separate. I followed her memory all the way north and finally came to your land. "

The delicate and charming young lady's soft-spoken plea seemed to be able to move a cold stone. The guards at the farm could not and could not refuse the question of a well-educated and noble young lady.

They tried their best to think, but the grooves in their brains were blown by the cold wind of the tundra, unable to provide any clues.

Tallulah's efforts were ultimately met with despair.

However, Drake, who was dressed heroically but felt a little astringent because of the way he was dressed, did not show all this on his face. She thanked the guard for his efforts with an elegant smile, and even nodded slightly to him, stepping forward under the flattered gaze of the guard. The dance left with gentle and graceful steps.

This was already the No. 17 village she was looking for aimlessly. Tallulah surrounded Alina's blood.

I walked around and around the place where the trace appeared, but all I got was disappointment again and again.

She walked aimlessly, with ice and snow coating the soles of her black boots. Her thin trousers were lifted up with her unique walking method, revealing her fair and tender ankles. She inadvertently expanded the tube openings, causing them to become wrinkled. The trumpet mouth made Tallulah look like an aristocratic lady on an outing.

If Tallulah had seen her like this before she entered into cooperation with Black Snake, she would have exploded with shame. However, Tallulah, who had been persecuted by multiple blows and had no room to spare, calmly accepted her changes and even deliberately let this person A gift that he knew was wrong kept digesting.

She knew that Black Snake had bad intentions and the knowledge he gave must be problematic, but she still made her choice.

Only Alina, only Alina!

Drake licked his chapped lips - this was already her second day in the tundra. When she was thirsty, she would pick some snowflakes on the young leaves and sip them gently. When she was hungry, she would take some fragrant buds. While chewing, Tallulah went almost crazy looking for her missing friend, and deliberately formed the habit of deliberately sticking out her tender tongue to tease her lips while eating.

She felt sick for doing this, but faced with this poisonous wine mixed with the corrupt inheritance of the Ursus nobles, Tallulah drank it full of pain.

She has no choice.

When fate placed a test in front of Tallulah, she realized at a loss that she had no choice but to be helplessly beaten by a set of uppercuts, knees, left hooks and right hooks until she lay on the ground with her mouth and eyes closed.

But she can't stop!

On the other side of the balance of fate is her best friend Alina!

"I have done what you said, dear Grand Duke of Cosciche, just like you said, looking at this land from a different perspective, I can't help but be impressed by her compassion and sorrow that she never conceals.

But where is my Alina?She is so small, so cute, so gentle and so pitiful. How could I let the poor little deer be swallowed up by this earth?Lend me your strength, as Ursus glorified her children. "

A wordy plea came out of Tallulah's mouth. Drake half-closed his eyes sadly, and crystal tears slowly accumulated in the corners of his delicate eyes. Tallulah had a pair of moving eyes, and her long eyelashes originally brought her She had a heroic appearance, but now she is as childish and pitiful as a limp little girl.

【Hahahahaha! ! !Tallulah!Tallulah!My good daughter!You are so cute! !I like this! 】

The voice of the black snake laughed wildly in the depths of her soul, followed by a wave of knowledge!

【take it!take it!Who made you my daughter?Tallulah, this is what you want. Now, go back to the beginning and find the last message that the deer left for you! 】

A soft smile appeared on her pink lips. Tallulah moved gently with more and more graceful steps, leaving clusters of tiptoe prints in the snow.

……

"Everyone come to my side!"

Alina shouted to the members of the infected camp she and Tallulah formed.

Familiar people and familiar words made the crowd spontaneously gather towards Xiaolu. The militiaman who was bidding farewell to Tallulah hesitated to speak, but when he saw Alina's face, he swallowed his words.

Although Tallulah is the supreme leader of the infected camp, it is her deputy Alina who has the most contact with all the infected people. Therefore, when Xiaolu raised his arms and shouted, at least one pillar of each family gathered together. Beside the deer.

——Alina is responsible for the distribution of materials and revenue acquisition in the camp. Tallulah may have called for a gathering of infected people because she wanted to call a few strong infected people to go hunting, but Alina called everyone to gather, and it must be Will talk about new rules that matter.

Sure enough, it was big news when the deputy lady took action:

"I have found the largest gathering place of infected people in the tundra. There is food, land, and a lot of clothes and farm tools there! If you trust me, please go with me!"

ah?This……

The infected looked at each other, half-heartedly responding to Alina’s appeal:

They are afraid. At least they won't starve to death here. The risks involved in going to an infected gathering place where they don't know where to go are too many!

"Miss Alina, you suddenly said that, and we are a little hesitant. Can you give us a few days to think about it?"

Finally, it was the young militiamen who stood up and said some fair words.

Yes, he just wanted to delay time and wait for the big leader Tallu to come back to see what she thought of Alina - after all, the experience of surviving in the wilderness taught all infected people how important it is to be strong. Leaving Tallu They would simply break up and run away when faced with the pickets.

"Okay, I'm willing to give the infected people in this camp one night to think about whether to stay or leave."

Just when Alina pursed her lips in embarrassment and wanted to say something, the man in a black cloak with a hood behind her spoke.

"Now, let me give you a little gift. I hope you like it."

His voice is elegant and pleasant, as clear and natural as the gurgling water gently hitting the colorful stones. It is full of energy and approachable. The first impression of those who hear the voice is that he is not a bad person.

——Although the cloak with no face visible made his temperament look particularly suspicious, which perfectly offset the good impression brought by the first impression.

But the people who come with him don't just bring goodwill...

They actually came closer without hesitation and handed over bags of white rice and noodles.

To the infected who come to the gathering space!

Seeing their palms without any protective measures, the militiamen's pupils shrank and felt a little comforted:

No matter which way you look at it, these people are not the nobles who treat creeds as waste paper!

Those high-ranking aristocrats can't even look down on the common people, let alone the infected people who are even more humble than the common people in Ursus' strict class!

Chapter 123 Insanity

"Come on, brother, this is yours!"

Before the guard finished sighing, he added a bag of white flour and a bag of white rice to his hand. He pushed the things back almost as if he had been burned, and his heart skipped a beat:

It’s over!He thought it was the time in the past when the aristocratic cat cried and the mouse pretended to be compassionate and gave away things!Subconsciously push away all those junk things!

This is terrible, I must have offended him!

Sure enough, the hand that handed him the supplies stopped.

Ugh……

The guard sighed inwardly at his misfortune. He looked up at the black hood who handed him rice noodles, only to find a young man about the same age as himself.