Munster still had a weak feeling in his body, and the sedatives that were continuously injected into his body had great side effects, and they left Munster's nerves in a paralyzed state. To make matters worse, these nerve-acting anaesthetics have disrupted Munster's homeostasis—another heat sensation is brewing deep within Munster's body.
Cocooning.
This transformation, which was so important to the Sirens, came at such an inopportune time.
Munster's fingertips and tentacles were starting to become dull, and bouts of pain beat him like a rising tide. Munster had encountered this before, so he knew that in the next period of time , the pain will get stronger - it has to secrete a lot of mucus to build a strong enough nest, where it sheds its dead old skin and evolves...
Like all sirens, Munster before his transformation will usher in his weakest period. And now is clearly not a good time - not only is he weak, but he hasn't eaten for a long time.
The fat and energy that Rand had cultivated with "venison" and tender love had long been exhausted. The transformation of the siren requires a lot of energy. Under such circumstances, a part of Munster's body has to digest itself to provide basic energy for the transformation... and the pain caused by this is unimaginable.
"Rand... Rand..."
Munster called out the beloved's name in the dark, hoping he would give it a little bit of a response.
In Munster's opinion, even Rand's briefest consolation could make him feel a little better, but Rand, who was in a coma, never paid attention to it.
Munster could even see obvious pain marks on his face, felt his breathing start to quicken, and his hands were waving weakly as if trying to resist something.
Without realizing it, Rand still acted like someone who was stuck in a nightmare and couldn't wake up. This made the lingering unease in Munster's heart, who was already very panicked, even stronger.
Rand is sick.
Munster thought, staring at the pale face and frowning.
It should take Rand to the hospital...
The pain made Munster's movements a little awkward.
It cast a bloodthirsty glance in the direction of the "Prince" in the dark. It has remembered that "hybrid" smell...
Basically, in the company of Rand, Munster is a carefree merman with a sunny past. Even if he eats, he has no malice towards his own food. In this world, he hates it. Rogers may be the only individual - of course, that was before the "Prince" appeared.
Munster has a deep and extreme hatred of the "Prince".
Not only did it want to kill him, it also wanted to torture him in the most brutal way, which is a bit strange, sirens rarely "hate" an individual in such a targeted way... But just thinking of "Prince" , the murderousness in Munster's body is about to boil.
The current situation makes Munster unable to think deeply. Although it wanted to kill the "Prince" almost crazy, but Rand's situation made Munster finally choose not to alert the "Prince", it hugged Rand and quietly sneaked into the dark subway tunnel. middle.
Rand is always on top of...
Hatred, physical pain, nothing compared to the sobbing man in its arms.
Abandoned subway tunnels are dark and deep, seemingly endless. The old brick walls on both sides were plagued by water seepage, covered with moss, and there were occasional sounds of small creatures rustling in the cracks of the bricks. Corpses, they scattered as Munster scrambled past them, but soon the dragons came together again.
The air is filled with the smell of sewage and decaying soil, and if a human walks here, they may feel oxygen deprivation.
Time gradually slipped towards the morning. There was a muffled rumbling above Munster's head, which was the running test of the urban rail before the first shift.
It won't be long before the whole city wakes up from its slumber...
Perhaps Rand felt this too
After ten minutes of sneaking, he gradually began to wake up... No, it shouldn't be possible to say "sober", and Munster quickly realized that something was wrong with him. He looked as if he had simply escaped from a worry-free coma, but his sanity was still unclear. A muffled and painful moan overflowed from his lips, with a twang like weeping, his pupils widened in the darkness, his vision out of focus, and after smelling Munster's breath, he began to struggle.
"Let... put..."
He shouted mechanically, but was unable to utter a complete sentence, his hands and feet were limply shoving Munster.
"Rand, Rand I'm here... I'll be with you..."
Munster hugged Rand instinctively, the kind of tight hug they had always used to give each other courage and stability in the past time together. But this time, when Munster tightened his arms, Rand's reaction was completely unexpected.
As if he was stimulated by something, the struggle became more intense in an instant.
"Put-Put-Put-"
A sharp and shrill scream burst out from Rand's throat.
In the quiet tunnel, his screams were particularly loud, and the responses collided back and forth in the long and narrow track, and finally passed to the far other side...
"How dare you—"
The "Prince" suddenly opened his eyes, he jumped up, and quickly glanced at the location of the medical warehouse - the damaged medical warehouse shell and the leaking medical fluid flowing all over the ground... Everything was so clear in the blink of an eye.
Munster and Rand escape!
The prince let out an angry roar, his eyes turned crimson in an instant, and without any thought, he forcibly transformed from a human stance to that ugly shapeshifting siren—even if it would cause its wounds It gets worse in the process of deformation.
A large amount of secretions and pus spewed from its wounds, mixed with the stench of medical fluids that had deteriorated. The whole scene looked so appalling that Laisha, who was awakened, couldn't help but speak out to discourage her.
"Your Highness, please don't do this, your physical condition..."
Before she could finish speaking, a tentacle-like thing with knuckles wrapped around her throat.
She was lifted straight up and brought to the prince, although she was struggling because of the pain and lack of oxygen, her blurry eyes couldn't see the prince's terrifying face because of rage and deformation.
"I'll punish you! You damn... traitor!"
said the prince.
Then it dragged Laisha behind him, and the dozens of centipede-like legs that had grown from his (now better known as "it") side were deeply embedded in the brick wall, and it began to move rapidly. Crawled towards the direction where the sound came from.
At the other end, Munster is still trying to appease the increasingly agitated Rand.
He was struggling, and his teeth and nails had left a lot of scratches on Munster's body, but on the other hand, he looked like a child with a nightmare.
He trembled and cried, but his voice was not connected at all.
"Let go - let go - let go - let go -"
Like a broken tape recorder, after meeting Munster in the face, Rand would just keep repeating the words over and over. In normal times, no matter how hard Rand struggled, or how sharp his fingernails scratched his skin, Munster would not have any trouble or trouble.
But the pain before turning into a cocoon made it extremely weak now.
Those waves of pain are rising, wave after wave…
Insufficient energy.
hunger.
pain.
…
Moreover, Munster had to carefully restrain his strength so as not to hurt the fragile Rand.
Under the superposition of many bad situations, Munster finally let Rand break free from its embrace in an accident. The latter fell directly to the ground after being freed, but Rand couldn't even get up.
Like a puppy, he crawled forward on the ground on his hands and feet, crying and howling, and his palms and knees were soon stabbed with blood by the cracks in the steel bars and broken glass scattered on the ground... Those subtle pains may be in Something irritated him again.
He finally rolled into a corner beside the rails where debris and rubbish had piled up, put his head in his hands, and curled up sobbing together.
"Let go... let go..."
He shivered like a newborn kitten, his eyes dimmed, he muttered incessantly, and tears drenched his cheeks.
By any measure, Rand's mental state was far from healthy.
In fact, he now looks more like...
"Rand? What's wrong with you? Rand... it's me, I'm Munster... I won't hurt you... you know..."
Munster dazedly stretched out his hand towards Rand.
It has absolutely no idea what's going on here.
The guillotine made of fear... The guillotine is falling...