Bring some numerical shock to the summoning world

A colossus of flesh stands, driven by pure pain and mad will.

It had no fixed form, its countless limbs flailing haphazardly, some stout, others skeletal. These limbs writhed, scratched, and thrashed erratically against its massive torso. Its "head" was merely an even larger tangle of organs and skull bones. A massive compound eye, formed from the fusion of countless eyeballs, split open in the center, oozing pus, blood, and murky tears of blood.

Beheading disaster.

This is the monster that once beheaded the giant.

He once personally decapitated a giant and nearly became a true giant. Unfortunately, his wisdom was ultimately unable to sustain the world, and in the end, his spiritual power became the master of everything.

But it's different now.

Without the constraints of those inexplicable spiritual powers, there is only a free self, an absolutely free self. Now the Beheading Disaster is the freest creature and the most invincible existence.

So what if you are the new giant?

I am a concept, and my concept is the ability to cut off all heads!

Flesh clung to bone, soul and essence becoming entangled. A sickle, a sickle born to behead, appeared in his hand. Its blade, pure white as bone, blood stained its edge. The twisted, desperate aura seemed to sever soul and essence.

Held in his hand.

Beheaded.

This sickle is not a weapon, but a concept. Its concept is to be able to cut off the heads of everything, not even the world can escape.

What's more, he is a giant who has not completely controlled the world.

Kill him.

Cut off his head!!!

With a low roar filled with noise, the sickle chopped directly towards the giant's head.

And at this moment, the eyes that have been hidden in the darkness...

opened.

Haki's huge, yellow, thunder-like, and bright eyes opened.

Ding! ! ! ! !

And at this moment, the sickle that could cut off heads and all heads also touched its neck.

It has no neck.

The electric mouse is a creature without a neck. To be more precise, its head is part of its neck.

And the electric mouse, no, it should be the head of this electric mouse.

It is immortal.

You think your so-called concepts and mechanisms can be compared with my head that is violently kicked, dribbled, shot with overhead kicks and bicycle kicks day and night?

Ridiculous! Too ridiculous!

“Beep.”

First, there was a cry, and terrifying cracks appeared on the surface of the sickle. These cracks were not caused by a hard collision, but more like a lowly creature touching a noble being, self-disintegrating.

How can it be? !

The flesh and blood mind began to boil and become manic.

How is it possible? How can its head be so hard?

Do not!impossible!

The flesh and blood arm released tremendous power, and the sickle suddenly strengthened.

then.

"Go ahead, football."

The big-headed avatar on Zhou Li's body spoke: "Let him feel your youth."

At this moment, the electric mouse began to recall.

From the day he was born, his tribe had dubbed him the strongest electric mouse. His electric current reached the standards of the national power grid, making him a leader among electric mice. Once upon a time, he was surrounded by women, toiling day and night to produce perfect offspring for the electric mouse tribe, fed only the finest rice.

Until he signed an equal slave master-servant treaty.

At the beginning, the Electric Mouse was very regretful. He regretted that he suddenly fell from the clouds and became the daddy in the food chain, a football that was slaughtered at will.

Day and night, he practiced volleys, overhead kicks, and long kicks. If he weren't the ball, the electric mouse would probably be happier. But only at his feet, he was the ball, the ball without any rights.

When is it?

Amidst the lightning and thunder, the Lightning Mouse looked at the sickle on his head and couldn't help but let out a sigh.

"No comics, no comics."

When he returned to his tribe after a day of Captain Tsubasa practice, the terrifying alien Rock Crusher came to his door, attempting to enslave his tribe. If it were him at the beginning, the Rock Crusher's furious Rock Crusher lash, as a warning to others, would have pulverized his skull.

But unfortunately, he met himself who had tempered his skull over and over again into divine metal.

The rock-crushing snake whipped him to death with its tail.

Since then, the head of the electric mouse has become the true god of concepts.

Never broken.

Never...

“Beep!!!!!!!”

With the roar of the Electric Mouse, the giant sickle shattered.

This is not the breaking of the sickle.

It's the concept that has been shattered!

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What is a concept?

The concept is beheading!

From now on, the concept of beheading will no longer exist in this world. Because the very concept of beheading, even daring to overestimate one's own strength and confront world-class hard matter, is truly laughable.

The beheading was broken, which means that in this artificial spiritual world, there is no longer any concept of beheading. Even if someone dies and their head is crushed, it is not because of beheading, but because of various other rules.

The sickle of flesh and blood shattered, and they were stunned.

How could this be?

This was like telling a person from Cao County that the sun doesn't rise in Pyongyang. It was a common-sense, devastating blow, a blow without a bottom line. Realizing that the sickle, called a decapitation weapon, couldn't sever the yellow-skinned rat's head, this paradoxical phenomenon completely shattered the resolve of these flesh-and-blood monsters.

Damn it, it's impossible to win!

How is it possible to win?

The flesh and blood disintegrated.

These scattered flesh and blood began to flee in all directions. They had fallen into absolute despair because they found that the rituals they believed in were completely ineffective, and beheading was like being kicked to death by a stray dog ​​on the side of the road.

What about us?

We are more like a group of wild dogs!

After realizing this, the originally manic flesh and blood immediately calmed down, even calmer than the captain who had just taken off. They chose to escape, chose to continue to be cowards, pretending that nothing had happened, and continued to entrenched in their respective territories like dead rotten meat.

They fled, desperately fled, like the receding tide, but the raging blood and flesh and the almost red sky made everything particularly weird.

Even more bizarre is the colorful giant standing between heaven and earth.

Colorful in the truest sense.

The giant's arms, gleaming with crimson, blue, green, indigo, and purple light, slammed heavily into the sea of ​​flesh and blood. Those obsidian-like, strong, and hard arms crushed the flesh in their hands with absolute force. At that moment, the giant heard the flesh and blood gasping nearby.

The obsidian arm smashed down again, this time aiming at a massive, pulsating mass of flesh that was trying to coalesce. Wherever the fist landed, there was no resistance, only utter shattering. Hard black joints sank into the flesh, making a teeth-grinding cracking sound.

boom! ! !

The entire hill of flesh and blood collapsed like mud pounded by a sledgehammer, exploding instantly. The obsidian arm lifted, bringing with it a fan-shaped rain of blood mixed with bone fragments and dark red liquid. The smaller disasters that tried to swarm around it were either scraped off a layer of skin or completely crushed the moment they touched the arm.

The pink arm on the other side brushed past lightly, creating a sharp contrast with the heaviness of the obsidian.

It swept across a dense swarm of small disaster insects that swarmed like maggots. These disaster insects had once devoured a new civilization, and now, finding that they could not escape, they were about to devour the giant's body again.

The pale pink fingertips touched the tender edges of the petals, and there was no sound when they touched the squirming flesh.

Flesh silently disintegrated, not being cut apart, but rather being broken down into the tiniest shreds of cherry blossom-colored flesh by an invisible force. A pink "snow" spread with the wave of the arm, carrying a strangely sweet and bloody scent. Wherever it passed, only a thin, rapidly fading layer of colored powder remained on the ground.

Lift your foot and sweep sideways.

The giant's right leg suddenly lifted up, and the dark red light at the joint, which looked like an inverted spinning top, expanded rapidly. It wasn't a spurt, but an uncontrollable spurt and explosion!

Instantly, a torrent of flames, thick as magma, erupted from the leg vents with a terrifying shriek. This flame was not orange, but a nearly whitish-hot core, with a dark, hellish crimson swirling around its edges.

The flames were incredibly hot, so hot that they were no longer measured in terms of temperature, but rather the essence of heat itself, energy. When these flames touched the frozen flesh of the Calamity, there was a crackling sound, followed by a burst of ignited snowflakes dancing in the air.

Killing machine, pure killing machine.

This thing wasn't like a human. Humans needed to think, survive, and continue their lives. But this thing didn't even have a dick. Every inch of its skin, every bone, and every limb was pure, thoughtless, and built entirely for killing.

It's just killing, nothing else.

So the question is, what role does Zhou Li play here?

Owner.

Yes, and Ace Aimu.

Essentially, this thing is Zhou Li letting these five people (?) control this world and become the new giants. Of course, the biggest problem of the artificial spirit world is the "fragile head", but this problem was also solved by Zhou Li using the world's hardest head.

Plug and play, hot-swappable, that's good.

Kill crazily, kill crazily, kill crazily!

This time, Zhou Li gave up on the so-called decryption, and also gave up on moving heaven and earth. He didn't intend to say "Kouxi, reconcile" to Kanbal, nor did he pretend to be submissive. After realizing that Kanbal was one of the culprits of this world, Zhou Li, who had become a giant, twisted off his dog head and began to fight against the flesh-and-blood disaster of this world.

What peace talks, what coexistence?

Fuck you, kill!

Kill kill kill kill kill!