Deep in the Living

Chapter 628 The Moon of the Past
The spinal fluid extracted from Roddy's cervical vertebrae was specially used to make a full-coverage mask.

Gray and white covering.

Only the metal chin, hair, and mouth were retained.

All other facial features were discarded, as these senses were completely superfluous for Roddy at this stage and would only take up brain cells.

The senses only need the "tongue".

Therefore, his mouth remained slightly open, and you could see his tongue moving flexibly inside, even turning slightly white (the question mark that had been erased was still faintly visible).

Additionally, for aesthetic purposes and to mislead the eye, Roddy had a ring-shaped groove made around his eyes, as if he had vision.

His clothes had been torn to shreds by the slash, exposing his upper body completely.

With changes in spinal opening

As the bone marrow spreads throughout the body...

Roddy's body gradually turned white, then slowly turned gray, and eventually began to resemble rock formations, like lunar rock, rather than flesh.

It is most noticeable on the back near the spine, where a structure resembling a "crater" begins to appear.

Large and small "craters" appeared on the back, just like the pituitary space was reflected onto the body.

Hoo... Ha...

Take a deep breath,
Accompanied by the compression and release of the body,

An invisible ripple spread outwards from Luo Di's center.

【Deep Spinal Opening - The Moon of the Past】

This spinal surgery was different from any before, and also vastly different from those performed by other great demons.

It's a deeper level, a completely new posture achieved by combining the corner system, even the surface of the pituitary moon has an extra ring.

It's as if it has a spine that connects head to tail, encircling the moon in a complete circle.

The form is complete.
The Jason baseball bat that had been used to kill in the previous games was actually put away by Roddy.

He did not face his opponent, but looked up at him.

"Now I should be able to bear more divinity, and even to a certain extent, reproduce divinity... Let's give it a try."

Such an opponent deserves my utmost treatment.

The long-lost "finger" was removed from the body and put on the left index finger in the form of a ring.

Even in hell, it still resonated.

The sky seemed to be torn apart.

The strange, enormous hand descended once more.
The foremost finger made contact with Roddy's index finger, and waves of divinity descended and were transmitted.

Now, Roddy is able to accept more divinity and spend more time in contact with it.

And an unexpected situation occurred.
The left hand used for contact.
That is, the "Hand of Prometheus," which combines the characteristics of hell, corners, and even outer realms, is slowly transforming under the influence of divinity.

The skin on the other person's huge finger seemed to flow over like a liquid.

Slowly cover the left arm.
Covered on a biomimetic metal surface,
A completely new skin system has been formed.

A lifeless, dead skin belonging to the depths of a corner.

"This is!!!"

Even Roddy himself hadn't anticipated such an unexpected turn of events. It was clearly just a divine gift, yet the other party had also sent over the dead skin.

Right now,

In the auditorium,

The nobles could only see that Roddy seemed to be undergoing some kind of change, and could only sense that his aura was undergoing a qualitative change, as if he had transcended the limits of a great demon and briefly reached the level of a demon king.

Oculus and his leader, on the other hand, were able to see much more.

Especially the former, who was skilled in observation, saw the dimensional rift and the giant hand reaching out from the human world, which seemed to be a manifestation of the world's will.

The eldest brother spoke up: "Ah Yan, what do you think?"

"Roddy must have obtained a special 'token' in that world, a token belonging to the world's will, which enabled him to make contact and obtain temporary divinity."

This method is extremely sophisticated; this token seems to have been handled by a master.

But, how strange...

This is clearly our territory, but it's a real hell.

An external world consciousness intruded, and logically, the hellish consciousness should have suppressed it, but in reality, there was no reaction at all.

Moreover, as you can see, this is a structure resembling a hand, extremely large and complex, and its corresponding world essence should be a powerful being.

But it seems to be dead?

I can't be mistaken.

These hands belong to the dead. The reason they reached out was simply because Roddy was holding a finger, and the attraction between the two caused the hand to "droop."

How strange, is their world system inanimate? Is it inherently a form of death, or was it killed by something long ago?

Is this related to the fact that higher-level extraterrestrials invaded from their side?

"I asked you to analyze it, why are you asking me the same question?"

"Boss, I'm not asking a question, it's just that I don't quite understand it myself. Currently, the three of us have limited areas of activity, and we need to make more contacts to make effective inferences."

Also, after this is over, perhaps I could talk to Roddy; he'll definitely know something."

"Hmm... a dead world is far more interesting than I imagined."

……

hum!
The arms disappeared, the canopy closed. Everything returned to normal.
Only Roddy stood there, looking at his left hand, which was covered with a layer of ancient dead skin.

I didn't spend much time experiencing it.

He adjusted his posture, once again aiming his sensory mouth at his opponent in this killing contest, at the female knight.

The tongue moves gently across the surface of the teeth, and the scraping sound of the metal jaw can be faintly heard.

follow closely,

A standard starting posture means that the power source is no longer the calf.

The spine drives the movement.

His entire body seemed to tremble slightly, and the crater on his back seemed to be causing the space itself to vibrate.

Whoosh!
For a moment,
Like moonlight,
When I saw it,

It has already fallen on you.

Although the female knight swung her greatsword immediately, she was still a step too slow.

Roddy's palm was already placed on the female knight's chest, as if moonlight were falling on it... Strike!

A single, sharp strike sent ripples spreading outwards.

The exquisite female knight's armor was torn apart by a single blow, turning into metal fragments that stuck into the side wall.

The scene beneath the armor was exactly as Roddy had imagined—nothing at all. From the very beginning, the only moving thing was the greatsword itself.

Just as Roddy shattered the armor,

The greatsword itself also slashed down.

Its power was greater than the first time, as if it had broken free from the armor's constraints, or as if it had been enraged by the scent of something other than hell emanating from Roddy.

This time,
Roddy still didn't dodge.
He still caught it with his hands, just like he did at the beginning.

Ding!
The immense wind pressure was released inside the venue, blowing off the necklaces and hats worn by the nobles, and even pedestrians outside the venue felt it.

Roddy's legs were firmly planted on the ground.

A deep gash, tens of meters long, was thus carved out underfoot.

He was not injured.

He finally stopped, gripping the greatsword in his hand.

The strike was indeed terrifying; even the arm imbued with divinity was bent, and the dead skin between the palms was cut, but it was managed to be blocked.

Roddy showed no excitement; he knew very well that this was only the first step.

Before the greatsword could make a move,

Roddy changed the position of his hand, gripping the hilt of the knife tightly and refusing to let go.

hum!
His consciousness was suddenly sucked into something.

In the blink of an eye, they arrived at a pitch-black space, which was neither a palace nor a hall, but a hellish prison with extremely limited space.

Roddy kept his hand still clenched.

But what he was holding was no longer the hilt of a sword, but a hand, a pitch-black female hand.

before,

A black-skinned demon with a missing arm is bound here by various chains, its body covered in wounds.

The demon stared at Roddy with its dark eyes, gazing at this unfamiliar visitor who exuded an aura other than hell.

The demonic language emanated from her mouth:

“You have no heart for war, so I will not follow you, even if it is my master’s order. Although I have long been abandoned by him, I am still loyal to my master.”

"Oh."

Roddy didn't give any further response. Seeing the other party's resolute attitude, he let go of his hand and turned to leave.

They were about to leave the cell, about to end this contact.

"and many more……"

"what?"

"What exactly is your background? You clearly have the aura of another race, so why would the master make such special arrangements for you?"

"I am still a Spine, but I don't operate in Hell. All I need to come here is a suitable weapon. I'm not used to using a greatsword like this, so my contact with you is not because I need you."

If you still want to fight, we can continue.

"If I defeat you, I'll have a five-game winning streak, and then I can go to the Vault of the Dead and choose the weapon I desire."

The dark demon grasped the key point in Roddy's words:
"Not in hell... The real hell has always been invading the outside world and has always looked down on life outside the world. Why would it accept you? And it is the master's will."

And what kind of weapons do you usually use?

Roddy gestured briefly, "This length of machete is suitable, because I need to kill a very difficult guy, so I must choose my weapon carefully."

The opponent's strength is no less than any great demon I have ever seen, nor is it inferior to yours.

Even I might lose now, so let's just leave it at that and not waste any more time.

Seeing that the other party remained silent, Luo Di turned and left, his consciousness returning.

Zizizi!
Black smoke rose,

Back in his physical body, Roddy felt much lighter in his hands. Looking down, he saw a pitch-black cleaver that was exactly as he had described.

However, this knife is "incomplete," just like the one-armed demon imprisoned in a cell.

(End of this chapter)