Chapter 49 Heart Poison

Chapter 49 Heart Poison

At that moment, there was a broken sound, followed by the howling of the wind.

Along with punching, his right arm suddenly swelled, and those pulsating muscle bundles magnified as if inflated. In an instant, countless knotted muscles almost magnified his arm several times, revealing an almost deformed and ferocious posture.

Following Huai Shi's dodge, the punch hit the ground, and the entire square was suddenly shaken.

It seems to have withstood the bombardment of the tank's main gun.

Is this a change brought about by the fear of the red gloves under the supervisor's records, or is it something else?

Huai Shi is no longer interested in knowing. It wasn't once or twice that he died under the instructor's form.

Bullets, guns, and explosives have no effect at all.

It's like a nightmare in a nightmare.

In the memory of the red gloves, the instructor who cruelly forged him into a weapon is almost a symbol of invincibility. His power has been artificially magnified, like a monster.

If it weren't for the red gloves, she could be very sure that this instructor is just an ordinary person, Huai Shi guessed that the instructor's change at this moment might be a sudden change, growing bat wings and goat horns, and rubbing the forbidden spell with his hands to start destroying the world.

Fortunately, this level of change is not too exaggerated for Huai Shi——

He stretched out his hand, stained with blood on the ground.

The hand of confinement!

This is the first time he has attempted this newly mastered trick on record.

Accompanied by the flame of the source quality rising from the fingertips, the blood was disturbed as if it was boiling, and gray breath was constantly evaporating from it.

An unknown number of corpses and blood rose from the ashes like a thick fog, covering the entire square.

Although I don't know why my soul is named "Hand of Confinement" by the Sea of ​​Silver, its essence is clear, it is a relatively rare type of transformation among various categories, and It spans the two major systems of spirit matter and matter.

And the range is source quality and iron.

That is to say, he can build a bridge between the source matter that represents the foundation of the soul in the spirit matter and the iron matter that exists in the most abundant amount in the matter, and realize any transformation between the two.

It can be said to be widely used.

That invisible ax was Huai Shi's weapon that was born when Huai Shi entrusted her uneasiness and killing intent accumulated over the past seven years in the source quality, and transformed it into Iron Time.

But now, based on the hand of confinement, Huai Shi once again tried to transform the scattered source quality of the outside world.

As a result, countless rusty iron sands that were so finely divided that it was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye rose from the blood.

That's the essence of devastation.

The ash condensed by death.

Accompanied by the dry wind and dust, they are enshrined in the pungent smell of blood and gunpowder smoke, rising rapidly and spreading out in an instant.

Give all the despair and pain equally to all.

At that moment, hoarse roars and roars came from the dark mist, and the hurricane roared and spread, but it couldn't blow away the mist between the source and matter, and a ferocious black figure rushed towards Huai Shi. Fist!

Huai Shi dodged sideways, swiping the dagger in her right hand horizontally, leaving a tragic scar on that huge deformed arm, and then, the dagger turned around and stabbed towards the instructor's neck!

collapse!

The dagger sank into his raised arm and collided with the bone, the sound was like steel colliding with steel.

Feeling the sound of heavy breathing like a ferocious beast erupting from the instructor's chest, the panting brought by such violent power made him suck the ashes in the air into his body, so under the stimulation of pain and despair, , that anger became more and more crazy.

Like a beast.

"How is it, how does the despair you have created with your own hands feel like?" Huai Shi tightly clenched the saber, staring at his face through the deformed arm.

Smile mockingly.

"—I'm used to it, how about you?"

Boom!

The huge arm swept across, and there was a deep roar that crushed the air. The hurricane almost blew Huai Shi three steps away, but immediately after, Huai Shi rushed forward again, towards the instructor who was impossible to defeat.

Smile ferociously.

He felt as if he was drunk.

It was as if at the same time he felt a deep trance and a terrific lucidity at the same time, and then he felt a frenzy.

It was a kind of indescribable freedom.

It's like the release that comes after extreme anger.

When he breathed, he sucked the ashes from the air into his lungs, inhaled the pain of the dead, and merged with their despair.

It's like being united with countless deaths.

He went from the recorder and the recorded to one of the records.

He could feel the pain caused by countless deaths at the same time, and he was also immersed in the despair of dying in the massacre.

It was as if the spirits of those people stood here beside him.

As a result, those vain deaths turned into flames, boiling in his chest, mixed with his anger, his unwillingness and his will, and then turned into an inexplicable impulse, which erupted from the inside out, killing him Engulfed, urging him to face his opponent, to punish and bring real death!

Then, under the tight grip of the confinement hand, the gray flame rose from the blade—it was a far darker and paler color than the ash of robbery, quenched again from countless despairs and pains. Refined, re-extracted, and re-sublimated pure things.

Pure poison.

It is the poison extracted from the record of self-death, the death condensed by the extremely condensed ashes of calamity. Although it has no lethality to the body, once it is contaminated, it will undoubtedly bring harm to the spirit of the victim. There is no false pain of death in the future, just like Huai Shi has experienced countless times.

At that moment, the handwriting on the Book of Destiny quietly changed, not only the [Military Fist] whose level was soaring rapidly, but also a new branch quietly appeared under the introduction of the soul of [Hand of Confinement]. Applied by the soul it recognizes.

——【Heart Poison】!

"That's right, that's it, go blood for blood, tooth for tooth!"

The crow stared at the young man immersed in madness in the record, and laughed happily: "To represent death, to take revenge on the beasts in this dark canyon!

This is your destiny, Huai Shi, the last guardian of the kingdom of heaven..."

At that moment, Huai Shi's dagger fell.

The deformed instructor roared in pain, and the huge arm fell down, as if it broke Huai Shi's left arm, which he couldn't feel. He didn't waver at all, he was still moving forward step by step almost ecstasy, looking at that distorted face very close at hand.

Pure darkness filled the pitch-black pupils.

Immediately afterwards, the saber fell again!

collapse!

It was obviously a light saber, but at the moment it was in the hands of the confinement hand, but when it was cut down, it made a heavy piercing sound, like a heavy axe.

Unbelievable weight emerged from it, and with Huai Shi's sway, he cut off the enemy's tendons time and time again, tearing apart the flesh and blood.

The sound of bones breaking was like fagots breaking under a giant axe.

The instructor roared, clenched his fist, and spread his huge five fingers, grabbing his face, but the next moment, with the slash of the saber, the iron-colored palm was cut off between the index finger and the ring finger.

became two pieces.

The blade wedged deep into his wrist.

In the severe pain, he saw Huai Shi take a deep breath, and then, roared loudly, forward!

Thunder burst!

Following the sudden shattering of the saber, the fire of origin emerged from it, turning into the outline of a sharp blade, moving forward inch by inch, like a broken bamboo, dividing the entire arm from the middle into two even ends. !

Immediately afterwards, the burning dagger was lifted up again, and it fell!

The deformed arm fell to the ground from the instructor's shoulder, and blood gushed out from the gap, falling on the square where blood had been sprinkled countless times.

Together with those painful old men, desperate women, ignorant children, and their blood, they turned into the same dim color on the wasteland.

The instructor tried hard to push him away, but he couldn't stabilize his body, staggered back and fell to the ground.

But Huai Shi was moving forward, panting, staggering over one corpse after another, walking in front of pairs of lifeless eyes, leaving the reddish outlines in their lost expressions.

"Thanks to you, I finally figured out one thing—"

He murmured softly, raised his foot suddenly, stepped on the instructor's chest, and pressed him to the ground again, allowing him to struggle in vain.

Finally, he raised the dagger and pointed it at his neck.

"The reason why I chose to become an Ascendant—"

As if saying goodbye, Huai Shi solemnly stared at that distorted face, and told him word by word:

"—Just to cut off the head of a bastard like you!"

At that moment, with the cutting of the blade, a deep crack was left on the ground.

Blood gushed out from the neck of the headless corpse, along the crack, and poured into the dry wasteland, bringing a rare infiltration to this dead land, leaving a trace that can wait for the next year's flowers to bloom. extravagant hope.

Immediately afterwards, Huai Shi saw the whole world shaking.

Everything is broken.

He sank into the darkness, and soon woke up from the chair, only feeling that he was sweating profusely, and his whole body seemed to be exhausted, which was extremely uncomfortable.

But I don't know why, but I feel peaceful and content inside.

It was as if he had been rewarded for the false revenge he had just given.

"Congratulations on breaking through."

Crow stood on the table, scrutinized his appearance, "Is there anything you can get, Huai Shi?"

"..."

Huai Shi was silent, not knowing how to answer.

After all, he couldn't do anything, so it wasn't salvation, nor revenge.

Perhaps as early as more than ten years ago, all that was over. All he did was to tear up the original plot and write a fanfic by himself.

What else can you get?

After pondering for a moment, he laughed softly:

"It's a beautiful dream, at least it has a beginning and an end..."

As he spoke, he supported the table and slowly got up. Seeing the dagger he had put on the table, he couldn't help picking it up, fiddled with it twice in his hand, and threw it back on the table.

"As for the others, just treat them as easter eggs for consolation..."

After all, he stopped looking at other things and turned to go upstairs.

After staying up all day, he felt dizzy, and his eyes were blackened, and he was about to die of sleepiness.

There is nothing better in this world than a complete lethargy.

If you have, get two sleeps.

"sleep early."

He waved his hand and closed the bedroom door.

The crow watched the young man disappear down the stairs, then turned around and looked at the table.

Under the dim light of the desk lamp, the cheap free shipping dagger was faintly iron-colored, and it was being nailed to the cracked and peeling paint surface of the long table, casting a slender shadow.

And at the place where the tip of the knife was nailed, a tragic scar suddenly appeared.

Like an axe.

"Good night, Huai Shi."

sleep.

The crow spread its wings and went into the hazy night outside the window.

Disappear.