Deep in the Living

Chapter 654 Chase
Libert was the first monster to kill the Apostle and leave the building site.

He was also well aware that running into the street alone would make him an easy target. These beings, known as apostles, were difficult to kill, and being surrounded would be extremely troublesome.

therefore,

Libert learned to hide himself.

He had recently learned how to hide himself, combining Gustav's biology class, Maximus's philosophy class, and Mr. Guo's literature class.

A special kind of mimicry formed on his body, and every inch of his skin cooperated with this mimicry.

It blends perfectly into the environment without any odor leaking out.

So much so that even Jock, who was sleeping among the clouds, didn't notice his presence.

When he saw balloons starting to appear in the sky above the city, Libert immediately thought of a guy he loathed, a despicable scoundrel who had secretly stolen the Fog Corpse during the videotape incident.

He always remembered that smell.

As I followed the scent to its source, I also caught another aroma. First, there was a very distinct sweet and delicious smell, the kind of aroma I could find in the school cafeteria every day.

Then there's the flavor of Roddy, but this flavor is a bit weak.

Roddy is in a weakened state.

Upon receiving this information, Li Beite dared not delay and rushed over immediately.

Quickly locate the enemy.
Suppress it.

He descended from the sky and stomped on Jock's head, pinning it to the ground.

This is not a simple act of trampling, but a form of "top-down" suppression.

Humans love to assert their dominance through this act of stepping on others.

In Liberty's case, this assertion of sovereignty becomes a set of rules. The oppressed are judged as the weak, and cannot break free without his permission.

"Long time no see, you despicable clown... You look like you've been working hard! You're quite skilled at using the mist, and the corpse's head has become yours completely."

It's now permanently stained with your things, and there's no way to get it back.

"I have no choice but to kill you."

Just as Liberty was about to press down with his foot, he suddenly realized something and stopped applying pressure.

"Wait...it's better to see your true face first. If you're 'hidden' by the mist, you might escape."

Libert made a rather exaggerated arm-spreading motion, with both arms fully extended to 180°.

After taking a deep breath,

Muscle contraction,

Arms together,

High five... *smack!*
He slapped his palm on Jock's head!

An incredible amount of wind pressure and sound erupted between their palms, forcing Roddy to cover his ears and sending him flying a distance.

The casino ruins within a 50-meter radius were all blown away.
Even the ground sank slightly, as if a layer had been shaved off.

Strangely, the mist covering Jock's face did not completely dissipate; only a small layer was blown away, still obscuring his entire head.

However, Libert smiled; all he needed to know was that doing so was "useful."

If even a tiny bit of the fog can be torn away, then just a few more attempts will be needed to tear it all away.

Clap your hands twenty times in a row.
A scorching heat emanated from his palms.

Li Bet breathed a slight sigh of relief, staring down... the head that was standing beneath his feet had been revealed, still the head of that corpse.

It was just inflated and colored.

This head will continuously produce mist, endlessly.

Libet probably guessed why it was swirling around the head.

"Without seeing your head, any attack that claims to kill you becomes meaningless... 'burying one's head in the sand' seems to really apply to you."

But now I see this head. If I destroy it, you will either die or be injured.

When I arrived, there were many balloons floating outside—all of them were escape methods you had planned in advance.

I've seen plenty of cowards like you who only use despicable means to profit. But you're the first I've ever seen who takes cowardice to such an extreme.

Go, go and use the balloon to regenerate, so I can slowly kill you again.

Libet's foot suddenly exerted force, crushing the head that hadn't even had time to grow mist, as if crushing an ant.

Unlike when Jock was killed before, his body could turn into a balloon and explode.

*Thud!* The ground was dented by the weight of the footsteps.
Libert's shoes were splattered with a white, sticky substance, and his body convulsed before going still.

"It worked, but we need to go a little deeper to kill him... Roddy, can you still move? Now that this guy is here, let's not let him go."

Just as Liberty raised the question and looked up...

Luo Di, who should have been resting and recovering from his injuries, was nowhere to be seen.

"Did the emotions overshadow the pain? Or did the person recover significantly in just a few minutes?"

Libert looked up at the sky.
Intending to check which balloon Joker had moved to, he suddenly discovered that the sky above the city, which had previously been filled with balloons, had become clean and tidy, with not a single balloon remaining.

There was one thing still floating on it.

It's not a balloon, it's a pumpkin.

"This guy is pretty smart; he cut off that clown's escape route beforehand. That way, the chances of killing him are much higher."

Just as Libet was preparing to pinpoint the exact location, a thick fog suddenly descended upon the entire city, instantly covering it without any apparent process.

A loud bang came from the sky.

The winged pumpkin's head fell heavily off.
Li Beit made a side slide, mimicking a basketball game he had peeked at during a break from surfing the internet, and caught the falling pumpkin steadily, just like catching a basketball.

"Thanks... There's something in the fog, be careful!"

As soon as the words were spoken, a gigantic silhouette emerged from the mist, and a giant foot stomped toward their location.

Libet did not dodge at all, and just stood there.

boom!
His foot tried to step down, but it failed to touch the ground; it was blocked by a hand.

Li Beite held a pumpkin in one hand and used the other to block the trampling.

And this colossal object in the mist is actually a balloon creation! The mist is alive; it can enter the balloons and reshape itself.

The richer Jocks' imaginations, the more powerful the characters they can create.

however,
There are many more such mist-like creations, and they are surging towards this place.

Libert said softly, "Your name is Fran, right... I remember you seem to be able to create an inherent domain! Can you put all these things, plus the mist, inside it?"

I have to go help Roddy; we'll end the battle as soon as possible.

The pumpkin head in his hand shook slightly, making a sound: "Okay..."

"Your head seems really hard, doesn't it?"

"It's still pretty hard! Why are you asking that?"

Fran's question went unanswered; he only felt Libert's grip tighten and she made a throwing motion.

Throw!
Speed ​​is destructive power.

Under Libert's tossing, even ordinary pumpkins could possess the power of missiles.

Fran's pumpkin head was thrown up and hit the top of the giant's head! Snap... The huge impact shattered the creation, and the balloon's outer shell burst open.

The pumpkin head was indeed very hard, but it was perfectly fine.

But because of this sudden acceleration, Fran felt nauseous and vomited, spraying out fragrant pumpkin juice in the air.

After things stabilized somewhat,

He also followed Libert's arrangements, expanding his small-town territory and incorporating as much of the urban fog as possible into it.

……

Between the clouds,

The deepest part of the fog.

On the mattress carried by four employees, Jock's true form awoke, the mist surrounding his face becoming somewhat chaotic.

Libert's guess was clearly correct; that kick had indeed caused real damage to Jock.

Faced with a three-on-one attack, especially with a natural monster like Liberty still there, Jock didn't linger.

He decisively ordered his employees to leave quickly, and even helped them by blowing air into their bodies to increase their speed in the air.

However, the cloud layer has not moved more than 100 meters.

The heads of all four employees were severed.

An ancient, wrinkled arm was already gripping Jock's throat, a tongue wriggling near his ear:

"Who allowed you to leave?"

(End of this chapter)