Bring some numerical shock to the summoning world

Blue represents greatness, needless to say. It's like the left leg that supports a giant, representing existence, rationality, and perfection. It's also the color that can kick the sky to death while doing a handstand!

"Blue thigh, kick away, Blue Warrior Arthur, come on."

Red represents heat, just like the right foot is always running, never stopping, sparks flying, and the never-stopping feet begin to shock the whole audience!

"Red barefoot, never resting, red warrior Jeanne d'Arc... Enter."

Then, there is the great body.

The greatness of this body needs no further explanation, just as air is indispensable to human beings, a magnificent, healthy, and strong body. He is here, he is here!

"I will transform my body into a raging fire."

Zhou Li standing here is the body, is...

"Soldier Zhou, Zhou Li, report in."

At last.

Everything will return to dust. In the end, it’s time to start thinking.

"Beep, beep, haki haki."

He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, and the electric mouse became the head of the giant.

Invincible...

Head.

A hard head that even spiritual power cannot destroy.

Chapter 265 I Should Pay You for Reading One Chapter (Two in One)

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Left arm body right arm

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Left leg? Right leg

When the giant rose again, everything changed. It wasn't just that the giant had his head back, it wasn't that he was standing up again.

What has really changed is the nature of the giant.

He was no longer a man-made spirit world, nor was he a vessel for collecting spiritual energy. He had already died once, and no longer bore the accusation of being a "man-made spirit world."

Even if someone wants him to carry it, Zhou Li will remind the other person that if they do, their whole family will die.

The earth began to tremble, and countless flesh and blood disasters had already foreseen their end. These flesh and blood that had been bewitched by the spiritual power and killed the head suddenly realized that the giant had come back to life.

He is alive!

No matter how low their intelligence, these flesh-and-blood monsters knew the giants would inevitably seek revenge. It was inevitable and unavoidable. They had seized the giants' vitality, animating themselves. This sin could not be washed away, nor could they even say, "Kouxi, reconcile!"

At this point, the only option is to fight.

We can only fight once.

Countless disasters of flesh and blood let go of their past hatreds, all the pain and wailing, and the instinct for survival made them gradually move closer to each other, trying to coagulate their flesh and blood together.

The boiling blood and flesh are about to rebel once again against the master who killed them once.

It's not for justice, nor is it a mission. It's just the desire for survival and hatred for everything in the hearts of a group of greedy flesh and blood who want to gain themselves.

Kill him! Kill him again!!

If we can kill him once, we can kill him a second time, a third time, countless times!

A bunch of idiots.

Kita Silver Wolf covered his head and hid in the crevice of the stone, motionless, pretending to be dead, and was determined not to go along with his group of stupid fellow tribesmen.

It has never been broken into tiny molecules.

Even the臊子 was considered lenient.

The torrent of flesh and blood passed by, and these creatures with little intelligence could not understand why their powerful kin would choose to play dead instead of fighting for their lives with them. After all, as long as they could eat the new giant, they would advance further.

Kita Silver Wolf smiled.

Go ahead, it's time to go. Die early and don't pick a good day. Any time you die is a good day.

As someone who had actually faced Zhou Li's flesh and blood disaster, Kita Silver Wolf, with his considerable intelligence, naturally knew how terrifying Zhou Li was. His strength wasn't just his so-called power and speed; this man, a Khorne-like monster, was truly powerful in his magnitude.

As a flesh monster, Kita Silver Wolf possessed a profound understanding of the human body. He understood that Zhou Li's strength wasn't based on his strength or speed. The essence of these things lay in the terrifying power of Zhou Li's body. At this level, what Zhou Li considered a "light punch" was actually a molecular annihilation punch. It looked powerful, but in reality, Zhou Li didn't use much strength at all.

At least that's how he saw it.

Therefore, numbers were meaningless in front of Zhou Li. Just like if ten ants were kicked, a hundred ants would also be kicked. Even if there were a thousand ants, it would only be a matter of stepping on them a few more times, and it wouldn't waste much effort.

Unless the ants become larger creatures like pigs, cats, and dogs.

But here's the thing.

In front of Zhou Li, most things were no different from ants. If anything, the ants might be a little bigger.

Therefore, in the eyes of Kita Silver Wolf, his fellow tribesmen going to trouble Zhou Li is no different from Hakimi, a one-year-old with inbreeding, bidirectional Old Wu disorder, Spinosaurus form, frizzy fur, round head and airplane ears, stress breathing, and street dancing everywhere, going to trouble his fellow countrymen.

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The catastrophe of flesh and blood began to gather.

They stood outside Kambar's cave, not daring to go in immediately. They might have been afraid of the giant, but they were more afraid of Kambar.

The giants might destroy them, but the Kambar would devour them, wiping out their souls and flesh, leaving them utterly annihilated.

until···

Looking at the "person" who walked out carrying Kambar's hideous head, his blood and flesh boiled.

An endless, wriggling expanse. No boundaries, no end, only an endless, seething mass of flesh and blood.

When these flesh and blood saw the head in their hands, they surged like raging magma, like endless blood.

But if you look closely, you'll see this isn't water; it's a living thing. Countless, indescribable chunks of flesh, tendons, and swollen organ fragments, squeezed, fused, and torn apart in a sticky mess. They have no fixed form, clinging and separating like a seething morass, yet every inch is living flesh.

Huge muscles bulged like mountains, contracting and relaxing in a breathtakingly slow rhythm, emitting a throbbing sound like underground thunder. Each throbbing stirred up waves of flesh tens of meters high—not splashes of water, but waves composed of countless limbs, tentacles, and tooth-covered suckers.

They wrapped around this raised hillock, they looked at Zhou Li, and looked at the Kambar head in Zhou Li's hand...

Revealing a hungry desire.

Then, he showed up.

It was not a human, nor was it a giant.

This is a killing machine crudely welded from six heterogeneous forces.

The left arm resembled a distorted combination of a nightmare and a sweet dream. A massive limb covered in vast expanses of soft, cherry-pink carapace, its joints revealed the dark brown articulated structure unique to insects. Faintly, traces of what looked like cockroach antennae could be seen on the arm.

The left arm casually pulled out a long snake made of bones. This snake has the most bizarre ability - bone crushing. As long as it touches it, any bone will be shattered.

But the moment the bone snake was grabbed by the left arm, it melted.

It melted visibly.

Speckled pink cherry blossoms slowly fell, landing in the sea of ​​flesh and blood.

The left arm's pink and strange color formed a stark contrast. The entire right arm was a massive rock, forcibly enlarged, twisted, and stained with an ominous hue. No longer a smooth brown, it was now covered in rough, angular, pitch-black rock.

Shoot it down hard.

The flesh and blood were crushed.

It was as if the sea surface was shattered by a slap, with blood and flesh flying everywhere.

Covered in pale blue plate armor with Gothic carvings, its legs were sturdy, its knees and ankles were huge, gleaming mechanical joints, and its nozzles occasionally released icy blue steam. Its feet were heavy knight boots with metal spurs, which made a dull thud when it stepped on the ground, causing the ground to crack.

The ice froze the flesh and blood disasters that tried to climb up, and then it stepped heavily on them, killing all hope of life.

Damn it, fight!!!

The sea of ​​flesh and blood completely boiled over, and they turned into countless sturdy monsters and rushed towards the giant, this emotionless giant.

If we can kill you once, we can kill you a second time!

The giant raised his right leg.

In stark contrast to the heaviness and coldness of his left leg, this leg emanated a fiery, sacred, yet strange glow. Covered in crimson biological armor resembling ornate ceremonial robes, its surface was crisscrossed with lines like molten gold, as if a flame burned within.

The aroma of barbecue instantly spread across the battlefield. The calamity near his right leg turned into a pitch-black charcoal, then was devoured by the endless stream of flesh and blood behind him. But just when the flesh and blood thought they were strengthening themselves, the holy fire contained in them suddenly burst out, burning the bodies of those who came after him to ashes.

Killing machine.

A pure killing machine, it has abandoned all the bells and whistles, and will not consider defense issues, let alone the issue of bearing damage.

A giant body with Zhou Li's big head appeared.

What a horrible body this is.

Endless flesh, endless blood, endless power.

What a great power! How terrible! How...

destroy.

Kill him! He must be killed!

The flesh and blood began to clamor, clamoring madly.

Ritual! Perform the ritual!

We slew giants once! Let us begin the ritual once more!

The filth of chaos began to coalesce, and a terrifying chasm appeared on the earth. A deep pit of darkness, despair, filled with disaster and death began to slowly open.

At the bottom of the filthy ritual pit, above the mountains of broken limbs, swollen viscera, and countless twisted faces, the light of blessing had long since gone out, replaced by filthy blood.

They squirmed and screamed, and began a hateful fusion driven by some ancient curse or mad will.

Tendons twisted like snakes, bones shattered and reshaped under the pressure, and rotten flesh was forcibly stitched together. Thousands of mouths howled in pain, thousands of chaotic eyeballs were squeezed and fused together on this ever-expanding hill of desecrated flesh and blood.

Broken armor, broken weapons, and decayed banners were embedded in its surface like tomb decorations, wrapped in new blood vessels and fascia.

Eventually, it rose from the ground.