"Everyone calm down! Don't panic!"
Bass raised his arms and shouted, trying to use his leadership skills to control the situation that was close to getting out of control.
"They are dead, not alive! Don't let the simple language confuse your mentality!"
This sentence seemed to calm people's hearts, but Arthur, who was looking at the crowd from a distance, had a big smile on his face.
The huge ball of flesh stopped moving with its tentacles, and this sudden pause seemed to give the crowd hope.
But the heads on the tentacles pricked up their ears at this moment, as if they were listening and learning.
One of the tentacles was extended outside the magical barrier, allowing people to see the face clearly.
It originally belonged to a pretty girl who usually had a cute ponytail and a bright smile. She often attended activities held by the student union as a host.
This face is not unfamiliar to the contestants.
People don't know her name, they just call her Xiaoyo, because every time she hosts a show, she likes to add the word "yo" at the end of her sentences, which sounds very playful and cute.
The name Xiaoyo gradually became the girl's nickname.
The tears on her face stopped falling. She opened her beautiful eyes like gemstones and forced a smile.
"I'm still alive."
The sweet voice passed through the barrier and reached everyone's ears.
Just five simple words, but they give me goosebumps.
It's even more disgusting to think about living in such an unacceptable way.
"Come on, join us."
Xiao Yo spoke clearly, word by word, a sentence that frightened everyone.
Bass's simple and crude response made everyone present see the lie.
He swung his spear and stabbed towards the delicate face with tremendous force.
After one stab, everything was bloody and mangled.
The eyeballs and brain matter mixed together and splashed onto the screen. They were blocked by the barrier and then slowly slid down like dripping water.
The root of the tentacle twitched, and a strange green light spread from the root to the top of the destroyed tentacle, which was the position of Xiaoyo's head.
The green light enveloped the wound on the girl's head, and after a few seconds, her charming smile reappeared.
"I'm still alive."
"Strong regenerative ability, but also some degree of physical immunity, which is difficult to deal with."
Demir analyzed calmly.
Judging from the current combat power, the consequence of a head-on confrontation with this meat ball can only be the annihilation of the entire army. No wonder Arthur did not move. This was an action that showed his strong confidence in his summon.
This is not the mentality of a cat playing with mouse, but the mentality of looking at ants from a God's perspective.
In Arthur's own opinion, Joet Brown, the only one who could fight with him, has now lost his ability to fight, and these players are not worth fighting with at all.
More and more familiar yet unfamiliar faces were brought to the barrier by the dancing tentacles. They just repeated with false smiles and gentle voices,
"I'm still alive."
Although no attack was launched immediately, these small moves had already helped to break down the players' psychological defenses.
"A soldier who has lost his will to fight is more useless than a deserter."
Bass, who was well versed in military tactics, thought to himself that something was wrong and raised his voice again,
"Don't panic! They can't get in now! We're still safe!"
This sentence was a reassurance, but Bass knew in his heart that it was just a temporary solution.
Judging from the fighting power displayed by the meatball, this barrier is just an eggshell in appearance and can be shattered with a slight blow.
The reason why it didn't attack now must be that Arthur was enjoying the process of repeatedly giving hope and despair.
The rhythm was played in Arthur's hands, and because of the huge difference in strength, Bass was helpless and could only grit his teeth and swallow the bitterness.
The contestants' panic only stopped for a while. When heads began to hit the barrier, the panic and fear that had been temporarily suppressed came back again.
The first thing to break the barrier was the tentacle attached to the pretty girl.
That tentacle was obviously thicker than the other tentacles. After breaking through the barrier, Xiaoyo's young face showed an innocent smile, and he said with a smile,
"I'm coming in."
"I'm coming in."
"I'm coming in."
. . . . .
"I'm coming in."
This sentence, which was mentioned repeatedly by the tentacles, was like weights falling on the scale, sending the contestants' last hope to the underworld on the other side.
A lot of blood mist began to leak out from every hole in the barrier, and everyone could only watch helplessly as the air inside the barrier was about to be polluted.
Seeing that the situation was hopeless, Demir sighed heavily.
"It's nice to meet you. If we had met earlier, we might have become close friends."
Demir forced a playful smile and placed his hand on Bass's shoulder armor.
Bass's heart skipped a beat. He probably guessed that Demir was sacrificing himself, so he immediately stopped him and said,
"Don't! Don't!"
At this time, Demir took off his shirt, revealing his muscular upper body, and his muscles began to swell continuously.
He shouted loudly,
“It’s time to eat meat!”
Countless dark hairs grew on his body, each of which was translucent and had a charming luster.
His hands and feet turned into four sharp claws, and his already very muscular body became even more tough and had a streamlined curve.
A giant wolf appeared out of nowhere, standing upright, and at the same time, forcefully inhaled a large amount of blood mist that floated in from the gap with its mouth and nose.
One mouthful, two mouthfuls, three mouthfuls, the blood mist turned into a deadly poison, burning Demir's lungs.
He could feel his chest burning. As a werewolf with extreme resistance to poison, Demir had never experienced this kind of pain again after constantly committing suicide.
There was no trace of blood mist in the breath he exhaled at this moment. Demir transformed himself into a werewolf, and at the same time transformed himself into a large air purifier.
DeMille can only achieve this effect when in werewolf form, and this is DeMille's trump card that has never been exposed on campus.
This is why Demir has a strong sense of smell and can smell the red tamarisk fruit in Jobtran’s waist bag.
In addition to breathing heavily, Demir's body was not idle either.
He took the initiative to rush towards the tentacles that broke through, tore them apart with his sharp claws, and put them into his mouth in an attempt to interrupt the regeneration of the tentacles.
"Oh? Werewolves? I thought they were all dead. Turns out there's still a legacy."
Arthur raised his eyebrows in surprise and said to himself,
"But it turns out that werewolves don't have very good brains."
Demir transformed into a black storm, swallowing up most of the meat ball that was larger than himself.
At this time, his stomach had expanded to the extreme and he could not eat any more.
Because the body needs energy to digest so much meat in the stomach, its movements are not as fast as when it first transformed.
“Is it delicious?”
At this moment, the meat ball seemed to have no movement after all the tentacles were swallowed up, but Arthur asked Demir, whose belly was bulging, a question in a loud voice for the first time.
DeMille burped.
“The taste is average, not as good as my Madeleine’s grilled chicken wings.”
"Well, Madeline's grilled chicken wings won't kill you, but my meatballs won't just fill you up."
Arthur smiled and pointed at Demir's belly.
"You see, it's digested very quickly."
As Arthur said this, Demir's belly began to shrink at a speed visible to the naked eye.
People were overjoyed and thought that Demir had saved the situation single-handedly. When they were about to applaud, Demir fell down with a distorted face.
He kept opening his mouth, trying to shout for help, but intense pain came from his lungs, stomach, blood vessels, and heart, wave after wave.
The werewolf's tenacity prevented Demir from fainting, but he had to endure the inhuman pain while awake.
Demir originally just wanted to give it a try, but he didn't expect that he would fall into Arthur's trap.
Originally, Arthur wanted the meatball to do the killing for him, but now the meatball was swallowed by Demir, but it was Demir himself who was digested.
His internal tissues were constantly repairing themselves under the werewolf's regenerative ability, but were also being eroded by the flesh balls and blood mist.
Demir, out of control, becomes the new carrier of the meatball.
A series of horrifying claw marks were left on the ground, proving Demir's pain at the moment, and at the same time proving to the contestants that this was not hope.
Demir wanted to use his claws to dig out the things that were corroding his chest, but his claws were controlled by the meat ball and he could not do anything to hurt himself.
Demir gnashed his teeth and shouted,
“Bass!!! Kill me!!!
The meatball is controlling me!!!
quick!!!
While I still have my sanity!!!"
"Oh, oh, oh, my comrades are killing each other. I just can't bear to watch this."
Arthur said hypocritically, but his smile grew even wider.
Bass whispered an apology and then stabbed DeMille in the chest.
The attack directly to the heart should have been fatal, but the werewolf's life made Demir say his last words.
“I really want to see the moon again...
I really want to watch it again with Madeline...
moon..."
The interruption of his breathing prevented Demir from uttering the last word, but he no longer had to endure the pain.
Those deadly blood mist and meat balls are no longer a threat now, all thanks to Demir.
At this moment, the iron-blooded warrior, the tough Bass was already in tears beneath his armor.
He thought he was very strong, but without the support of his partners, he found out that he was weak.
He thought he was strong, but now he finds that he was just being stubborn.
"How does it feel to kill your companions with your own hands?"
Arthur opened his mouth with a sarcastic remark, as if he had no idea that he was the instigator of this tragedy.
“In previous matches, I just let you guys win.
It was one perfect performance after another, and I was the actor who cooperated with you."
Arthur ignored the anger and murderous intent in Bass's eyes and continued talking to himself.
"I'm a strong man, but I have to hang out with weaklings like you. It's really hard for me."
"Strong? No, you are weak."
An unexpected voice sounded behind Arthur.
Although the man's body was not standing steadily, he was still as powerful as a straight spear.
"I'm sorry I'm late."
Jobtran wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes and whispered these words to DeMille and Bass.
Bass shook his head slightly.
"It's good that you're here."
The contestants looked at the ragged Joet Brown in confusion. Could he be their savior
This is not the case.
It was already difficult to regain mobility, and then to cross half the field and come in front of them, Joet Brown was actually at the end of his strength.
"I am weak? With your current exhausted state?"
Arthur saw through Joe Bruin immediately.
Joe Butler's steps were unsteady and his face looked extremely pale. He was still in a weak state. Even after saying a few words, Joe Butler had to take a few breaths.
His life was hanging by a thread, this was the true portrayal of Joet Brown at that moment.
“Can you throw one punch now? Or two
Just save your weak fists and avoid embarrassing yourself."
Arthur sneered, not paying attention to the fact that Joet Brown was slowly walking towards Arthur.
After saying that, Arthur looked in the direction of Bass and the contestants.
"I've had enough fun, you guys should get on the road now."
He pulled out a tube of clear liquid from his coat and threw it in Bass's direction.
Bass dodged backwards, and the crowd dispersed.
A twisted figure stood up, opened its bloody mouth, and swallowed it in one gulp.
That was Demir, who was supposed to be dead.
The werewolf's teeth crushed the surface glass, and Demir swallowed the transparent liquid in one gulp.
"Demir?!"
Bass exclaimed.
The pipe thrown over was obviously not a good thing, but it was swallowed by Demir who was pretending to be dead.
"Could it be that Demir is not dead?!"
Bass was delighted.
This seemed to be beyond Arthur's expectations, and Arthur raised his eyebrows in surprise, and soon afterwards he smiled in an unpredictable way.
"It's more difficult to transform a werewolf's body than a human's. As they are mysterious creatures, it's understandable.
However, this is a bit slow.”
As Arthur finished speaking, the hairs on Demir's body stood up one by one, and all the muscles in his body trembled in a strange rhythm.
Demir opened his mouth, but instead of roaring, he spat out countless flesh particles as small as flies towards the crowd.
The flesh foam flew everywhere. Whether it landed on clothes or armor, it would turn into small flesh buds like electric drills and drill into the body.
Anyone who was infected would have strange scarlet spots appear out of nowhere wherever they touched.
The scarlet sting, named by Professor Robert, now became a shadow spreading among the crowd.
After being transformed by the meat ball made of black magic, the infectiousness and incidence rate of scarlet stings have been qualitatively improved.
Everyone becomes a living bomb and a channel for the spread of scarlet pain.
The condition skipped the first and second stages and went directly into the third stage of swelling and explosion.
The Grim Reaper's scythe has already fallen, and He will reap the lives of the contestants in droves.
Joe Butran watched all this happen helplessly.
He couldn't stop it.