As soon as the Human Emperor Banner came out, I became the Lord of the Old Ones

Chapter 261 Taking advantage of the situation
"Ah-"

The pores on the two monstrous arms of the terminally ill patient with Spirit Corrosion opened to a visible extent, almost like the cooling vents on a super-powerful engine, releasing scorching turbulence.

With a thunderous sound of air compression and explosion, he swung his fists high and slammed them down hard at the hiding place of the Black Dream Squad commander.

The commander of the Black Dream Squad snorted coldly, and countless strands of spiritual energy instantly condensed behind him into a scarlet scorpion. The scorpion's tail, with its venomous stinger, intertwined with his right leg, creating seven or eight afterimages that gently pecked at the iron fist of the terminally ill Spirit Corrosion Patient from different angles.

The terminally ill patient with the Spirit Erosion let out a mocking laugh.

They were completely unconcerned, as if they were being bitten by a mosquito.

His fists slammed into the ground, turning all the ruins within a seven- or eight-meter radius into dust, as if a massive bunker buster had detonated beneath the Black Dream Squad commander's feet.

The Black Dream Squad commander's hooded cloak was completely torn apart by the shockwave, causing him to lose his balance and sink into the collapsed ruins.

The terminally ill patient with the Spirit Erosion Syndrome opened his arms again, his fourteen fingers on his large palms stretched straight, forming two impenetrable walls.

"Snapped!"

He slammed his palms together as if swatting a mosquito.

What he shattered was merely the afterimage of the Black Dream Squad Commander.

"Ok?"

The terminally ill patient with Spirit Erosion looked at his empty palms with some suspicion, when suddenly he felt a tingling sensation in his palms, as if something was about to crawl out.

Soon, from the palm to the back of the hand, from the wrist to the elbow, and then all the way up to the whole body, deformed and swollen sacs bulged deep in his flesh.

The cyst seemed to have an independent life, moving up and down along the blood vessels and tendons, getting bigger and bigger, and trembling more and more violently.

About seven or eight seconds later, most of the sacs ruptured, shooting out streams of incredibly foul-smelling crimson blood.

The churning blood mist resembled venomous scorpions crawling haphazardly across the grotesque arms and torsos of the terminally ill patients with the Spirit Corruption Syndrome.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

Terminally ill patients with spiritual erosion do not experience pain or fear.

However, it was clear that after shooting out dozens of jets of blood, his arms shriveled up like deflated balloons.

Soon, only layers of drooping skin remained, covering two sections of arm bones riddled with holes, making them even thinner and more fragile than an ordinary person's arm.

He let out a roar of shock and rage.

He stubbornly waved his arms, refusing to believe it.

Unexpectedly, both arms were corroded by the scarlet toxin and could not withstand his astonishing strength. They broke off piece by piece during the swinging motion, becoming limp and unusable hindrances on either side of his shoulders.

Only then did the commander of the Black Dream Squad emerge from the smoke above his head, lightly poking his forehead with his toe as if skimming the water.

Like the remnant soul power of a scarlet scorpion, it flowed along the poisonous needles at the toes, pouring into the brains of terminally ill patients with Spirit Erosion Syndrome like a raging flood.

Three seconds later, the strange phenomenon that had just occurred on the arms and torso erupted again in the head of the terminally ill patient with the Spirit Erosion Syndrome.

The monster's entire head swelled up three or four times its normal size.

His facial features were squeezed together by the high, bulging sac.

Even the eyeballs had to be forced out of the nostrils.

With a series of loud popping sounds, blood mixed with brain matter gushed out from the ruptured sac.

The morbidly afflicted patient with the Spirit Erosion Syndrome finally revealed a look of utter horror on his skull-like face. He swung his limp, bony, grotesque arms, staggered forward a few steps, and collapsed to the ground with a thud, never to make a sound again.

The Black Dream Squad commander was not careless. The Crimson Scorpion, still hovering high above its head, circled behind the monster and stomped hard on its two ankles, crushing the monster's feet.

They continued upwards, crushing the monster's legs into a bloody pulp, making sure the monster's last bit of life force had dissipated before they were finally at ease.

This is already on the edge of the battlefield.

On the main road, the clash between the spirit masters and the ancient demons reached a fever pitch, a life-or-death struggle.

No one noticed this secret contest.

The commander of the Black Dream Squad breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Since the optical invisibility hooded cloak is no longer available.

He even took off his multi-functional camouflage combat suit, revealing a set of worn-out gray overalls, looking no different from the residents of the slums.

Unfortunately, she had a pretty face that seemed completely out of place with her coarse clothes.

Especially her misty eyes, always veiled with a layer of water mist, even with a few drops of monster blood on her face, seemed to contain immense grievances, evoking sympathy.

So she quickly grabbed a handful of burnt mud mixed with monster grease and smeared it on her face and body.

After confirming once again that no one was paying attention to him, he pretended to have just woken up from the dizziness caused by the explosion and scrambled out of the building.

only--

As they passed by the "bloodied and mangled" Xu Yan, the commander of the Black Dream Squad suddenly launched an attack without warning.

The malevolent spirit resembling a scarlet scorpion reappeared, its tail coiling around her strong right leg. With her toes pointed straight, it plunged fiercely towards Xu Yan's heart!
"Pfft!"

Without breaking a sweat, the poisoned needle pierced Xu Yan's heart!

"court death!"

The commander of the Black Dream Squad sneered repeatedly.

From the moment Xu Yan screamed and crashed into her path, she realized that this seemingly "bloody and mangled" guy was not actually as badly injured as he appeared.

It's just a game of "the mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind."

If she really mistook this guy for a harmless corpse and let her guard down, exposing her back...

Next, they will surely suffer an even more terrifying blow than the iron fist of that monster.

"Since you enjoy pretending to be a corpse so much, then you might as well lie here obediently forever!"

The commander of the Black Dream Squad pushed his life magnetic field to its limit, achieving a perfect resonance with his guardian spirit, and forcefully injected a large amount of scarlet toxin, formed from condensed malevolent energy, deep into the "mangled corpse."

However, the expected pleasurable sensation of all my internal organs bursting did not come back.

Instead, it gave me a strange feeling of being stuck in the mud, firmly held by some eerie force.

The commander of the Black Dream Squad widened his eyes and discovered that the creature curled up in the crater, disguised as a corpse, had changed shape like a slug, turning into a sticky, shiny, trembling jelly-like mass.

This thing was indeed corroded by scarlet toxin, constantly gushing out a viscous, paste-like fluid.

However, it originally had no fixed shape. The fluid that flowed out quickly turned into a semi-solid state and flowed back into the jelly-like body.

"Crystal slime mold?"

The commander of the Black Dream Squad felt his scalp tingle and stared in disbelief.

(End of this chapter)