Traveling to another world, I made a two-dimensional girl into a card

Chapter 249: The vocal cords are back, the sound quality is not high but it is enough

"Let's go, we'll be home soon." Ximi was full of hope for the future. After opening the barrier, it seemed that they were only one step away from the star gate.

"Now the question is... should we take these vegetative people with us?" Ju'er's instinct as the king of the forest made her consider this question: "Although these vegetative people do have certain combat capabilities, considering that the capital was the first place to be infected by the Pure, the corruption there must be very strong. If we take these vegetative people with us, they might become believers of the Pure."

"It's fine to have light contact, but we can't have long-term contact." Ximi gave his own opinion based on his memory and experiments: "If one of us goes down to explore the way first, and then finds the star gate and sends a message, we can lead these vegetative people to march quickly through the contaminated area and leave this hellhole."

Fang Qingyun, holding the holy sword, shrugged. This kind of task of exploring the way and exterminating common creatures would definitely fall on him. He was now the top combat force in the entire team, and even Ju'er and Ximi could not compare with him. If the magic power he was currently using was drawn from Ximi, Ximi would need Ju'er's help to rescue him in less than ten minutes.

"So... should we give the apprentice the last bit of modification?" Ju'er hugged her chest, and when she turned her head, her antlers swept past Fang Qingyun's face: "At least we have to solve the problem of speaking, right? In such a dangerous place, can we expect the apprentice to contact us by typing on a tablet?"

"I can solve this problem," Naike interrupted their conversation expressionlessly, "I urgently printed a mechanical vocal cord from the database that can help people speak, but if the Archon can't speak from the beginning, then all he can make is a humming sound."

Can you talk? Install it for me, I'm going crazy typing on the tablet. Fang Qingyun hurriedly walked to Naike's side and let Naike's mechanical arm stuff a mechanical cold object into his throat. Fang Qingyun's original throat was missing flesh and blood, and could not support the vocal cords well. Naike could only make some modifications, so that the vocal cords stretched out two small claws and fixed on Fang Qingyun's cervical vertebrae.

"But here comes the problem." Ximi looked at Fang Qingyun, who was adjusting his vocal cords and trying to speak, with a strange expression: "Have you ever considered that the vocal cords need airflow to make sounds... As if the apprentice doesn't need to breathe now, are you sure he can drive a manual transmission by himself when he needs to speak, and blow air into his vocal cords when the air leakage is so serious?"

"Maybe it's bone conduction?" A strange male voice answered. Ximi and Ju'er felt as if they were pricked by a needle when they heard this voice. Fang Qingyun touched his vocal cords and tapped them lightly with his fingernails: "Sound test, one, two, three! Very good, I can finally speak."

"It's you, the apprentice, who's talking?" Ximi's mouth opened into a circle in surprise. Ju'er, who was standing next to her and occasionally looked embarrassed but rarely showed such a frightened expression, was at a loss for the first time. It seemed that Fang Qingyun's words had overturned her worldview.

"I haven't spoken for a long time, I feel like I'm mute." Fang Qingyun grabbed the flesh on his throat, trying to cover his vocal cords with it: "Fortunately, it feels good to be able to speak... This is also a big step in human history."

Ximi still looked surprised, perhaps it was because Fang Qingyun hadn't spoken for too long and he was confused by his machine gun-like speaking speed. Before, Fang Qingyun had to type when speaking, so he tried to include all the information as much as possible when speaking to avoid trouble for herself. Now that she let go, she realized that Fang Qingyun was also a funny chatterbox.

"Don't just stand there. We'll have plenty of opportunities to chat once we get in the car. This is the situation right now. It may not be safe down there. Ximi and Ju'er, even if you two combine your fighting power, you can't beat me. So I'll go down alone later. I'll send you a message when I find the way. I just hope the network down there will be better..." Fang Qingyun arranged all this and prepared to explore the capital alone.

The dungeon is not a flat structure but a spatial structure, so it is a process of continuous deepening. The capital will naturally be at the bottom of the dungeon, if nothing unexpected happens.

"The mechanical vocal cords have been bound to a super decoder. As long as there is WIFI available underground, it will automatically connect. The vocal cords also have video and call functions, and the entire process will be broadcast live. If the Archon is in danger, he can call for help at any time." Naike meticulously revealed all the functions of the vocal cords.

"It's useless even if I call for help..." Ju'er held her forehead and lowered her head. "Although it's unpleasant to hear, the danger that can make an apprentice call for help is so great that Ximi and I can only face each other. We are not even a match for him..."

Ximi and Ju'er looked at each other, and now Ximi started to slap his forehead.

Along with the roar of the elevator, a brand new elevator that Fang Qingyun had never seen before opened in front of him. After waving goodbye to everyone, Fang Qingyun walked into the elevator holding the holy sword. Now he was wearing a set of sci-fi style soft armor. The previous armor was not suitable for Fang Qingyun's current fighting style. For him, the C-04 monsters he would encounter later would be reduced to ashes with one holy sword. The defensive ability of the armor was not important. Not affecting the activity was the first priority.

The weight of the armor did not affect Fang Qingyun's movements before, but the armor itself would restrict Fang Qingyun from making certain movements. For example, the integrally cast breastplate prevented him from bending over, which was quite fatal in battle.

"Heading to the penultimate floor." As the elevator descended, the original computer was replaced by Naike, but soon the insecurity of this journey became apparent.

The violent shaking and the flashing red lights in the elevator instantly raised Fang Qingyun's alert to the highest level. Naike's voice quickly helped him get rid of the fright. He inserted the holy sword horizontally into the wall, trying to slow down the elevator in this way.

"...destination changed...being confirmed, we have arrived at a location more confidential than the Stargate Project, the next level of the capital. It seems to have been interfered with by the Puritan just now, but the elevator has been restored now." Naike's voice came from Fang Qingyun's vocal cords, and the numbness from the vibration made Fang Qingyun scratch his neck unconsciously.

"Well, it's an adventure anyway. The first floor is for exploration, and the second floor is for searching. It doesn't matter." The holy sword in Fang Qingyun's hand switched back to its original bloody appearance. Holding the holy sword, he looked not like an explorer, but like a boss returning to his room.

After finishing his chat with Naike, Fang Qingyun finally had time to observe the surrounding scenery. The main color of the surroundings was black, which made him think that his night vision function had disappeared. It was only with the thoughtful lighting function of his vocal cords that he could see clearly.

It turned out that I was not blind, but everything around me was black.

The pillars that resemble the backbone of a giant beast are like some kind of ancient sacrificial altar, stacked layer by layer like terraces, and look like the alien ruins encountered at the end of a survival game called The Forest. A person-sized hole is dug out on the surface of the pillar, and a crooked, pale-faced person like a corpse is stuffed inside. It is messy and reveals a kind of cruelty.

There were endless layers of stacked pillars. Fang Qingyun turned on the light of his vocal cords to broadcast live to others. The screams of Ximi and Juer in his vocal cords made his throat itchy. He always had the urge to laugh, but facing such a tragic scene, laughing seemed to be a forbidden item.

This "sacrifice" seemed to be effective. He saw the piled up bones fused together in the twisting, the human bones twisted into a pretzel fused together, and the bones that were struggling, fearful, and trying to escape were squeezed into a huge bony hand under this great force. Going further, the bony hand was replaced by a dark red stone hand.

The stone statue, which looks like an alien with eyes, is kneeling, extending from its stone hands, kneeling towards the entrance to the next level. The shape of the entrance is also very funny, with layers of broken arms arranged like the hands of a clock, revealing wrinkled holes.

Such a horrifying and physically uncomfortable scene was wiped out by Professor Mushroom's words: "Don't you think this looks like an anus?"

Not only did Fang Qingyun trip and nearly fall as he was walking into the "anus", but he also heard the heartbreaking laughter of Ximi Juer and her group through his vocal cords, and even the sound of heavy footsteps approaching, which Zhiwei had not heard before, asking what had happened.

"...Please use more polite descriptions as much as possible. I'm here to be a hero and investigator, and I haven't thought about changing to a night soil collector so soon." Fang Qingyun's complaints made everyone laugh so hard that they could hardly breathe. Even Khamul couldn't hold it in and became a member of the laughing army.

Amid the wild laughter, Fang Qingyun heard some rustling sounds. He quickly turned the team voice chatterbox to zero and began to listen carefully to the movements around him.

The white humanoid creature had no intention of hiding. It crawled on all fours like a savage and looked at Fang Qingyun. In front of Fang Qingyun, its expressionless, pale face cracked and stretched, like the tentacle of some monster, or the big mouth of some long-mouthed monster biting towards Fang Qingyun.

This scene reminded Fang Qingyun of an anime he had watched a long time ago, called Parasyte. Some of the parasitic people in the anime would attack in this way, except that these white humanoids took the disgusting aspect to a greater level. As the cracked tentacles stretched, the red inner wall that was still wriggling like an intestine was exposed. No one wanted to be strangled and bitten by that bright red inner wall, and Fang Qingyun was no exception.

The moment he met the enemy, primordial rage surged into Fang Qingyun's body from the holy sword. His body, which didn't need to breathe, was gasping heavily. The feeling of blood rushing made the veins in his neck and arms bulge like little snakes. Fury surged into Fang Qingyun's mind, and although his destructive desire was rising, his mind was now unusually clear.

The holy sword swept across, and the teeth on the blade twisted at high speed. The holy sword, which could easily cut through everything, now seemed to deliberately prolong the torture process. The twisting teeth seemed to stick the human figure to the blade, and while spinning at high speed, it threw the white human figure everywhere.

Chapter 250: This is Omniscience and Omnipotence

If the flesh and blood monsters of C-04 before were infected by the power of Purity, like enemy prisoners who were forcibly stuffed into certain war machines, then these white humanoid figures were Purity's believers and the vassal army under Purity's command.

The knife just now was like stabbing an ant nest. An endless stream of white crawling human figures woke up from the pillars on all sides. Only the white eyes were bulging like frogs' eyes. Twisted limbs supported them to crawl out of the sacrificial altar and crawl towards Fang Qingyun like zombies seeing a living thing.

The white human figure that was sawed all over by the holy sword in Fang Qingyun's hand was completely destroyed. The fragments of the body that fell everywhere decomposed on the ground like leeches seeing salt, until only a layer of white ash was left. A red fragment with a crying and painful face fell out of its broken body.

The fragments floated on the ground as if lifted up by some invisible force, and faint sounds of painful roars, sad cries and other negative emotions were emitted.

[This is a fragment of the soul]

A voice in Fang Qingyun's heart told him.

[Pure deceived so many believers into believing in Him. They thought that because of their pain, they would be embraced by a loving father and ascend to heaven. However, they never expected that He was a stepmother who only wanted to use the energy of their pain to distort their will and completely destroy humanity.]

It seems that the Holy Sword's omniscience concept has worked. Now, with the blessing of this concept, he can see through the subtext of everything around him as if he has his own system. For example, the words written on the heads of the white figures opposite him are:

[Pu Chui's followers, who once suffered extreme pain from the atrocities committed by their compatriots, regarded Pu Chui as their true father and supreme Lord after receiving Pu Chui's response. Their main attack methods are head biting and hand chopping.]

Fang Qingyun, who was omniscient, did not stand there in a daze. At this moment, he held the holy sword and faced the white figure rushing towards him. The holy sword in his hand made a hissing sound like a running electric saw, as if it wanted to cut and chop everything into pieces. This madness also permeated a part of Fang Qingyun, but only his body, making his already fanatical body become more "tactically thinking" as if blessed by the god of war Khorne.

Everything around was like the world in the eyes of the Death Demon, filled with various red lines. When Fang Qingyun looked at these red lines, the meaning of the red lines themselves would be revealed.

Fang Qingyun, holding the holy sword, subconsciously used this ability to target the believer who was flying towards him. He tore his arm and cut off the useless flesh on the surface of his arm, just to reveal the pale bone blade inside.

Chopping the legs can cause the believer to lose balance and crash into another believer.

With this reminder, Fang Qingyun twisted his shoulder slightly, and his muscle control allowed him to contract, avoiding the bone blade that was coming towards him. As he turned his body, the holy sword in Fang Qingyun's hand slashed through dozens of white human-shaped bodies, but only restrained its force on the believer, cutting off only one of its legs.

The believer whose leg was cut off was unable to retract the bone blade in his hand in time, and missed Fang Qingyun. At the same time, another believer who was charging forward seemed to be actively using his chest to block the blade and hit the bone blade of the believer with the broken leg. His body was cut open by the sharp bone blade, revealing the red filling inside.

The following battle was like Fang Qingyun's personal show. Originally, these believers had no way to deal with him. The bone blade attack that he was proud of was not even a whetstone in front of Fang Qingyun's holy sword. Even without using those strange concepts, he could easily eliminate all these believers.

However, with the help of the concept of omniscience, Fang Qingyun was like a big hand that plucked the thread of fate, or like a skilled bowling player. Some small movements could make the believers fight each other. This behavior quickly caused all kinds of friendly casualties among the believers, but did not affect the belief of these believers to attack Fang Qingyun together.

He originally thought that he could cause civil strife among the believers in this way, but the believers only developed a little resentment towards each other, but soon they attacked Fang Qingyun again.

Although this attempt was unsuccessful, it did allow Fang Qingyun to obtain more important information: the egos of these believers were not completely stripped away and turned into puppets of Pu Cui. If their faith in Pu Cui collapsed, perhaps they would not become Fang Qingyun's enemies. In that case, perhaps they could still be saved?

But it is estimated that the possibility of rescue is not great. Fang Qingyun has observed that the body structure of those believers has been completely changed. Their bodies now do not have the internal organs of a normal person, but are filled with red internal matter like inferior sausages. The cross-section is like powder sausage, and nothing flows out. If it were not for the amazing power of the holy sword to cut everything into pieces, he suspected that they might have resurrected from the dead.

Fang Qingyun swung his holy sword, and the red essence lost its activity and turned into blood, which almost formed a small river on the ground. The sticky blood made a hissing sound when stepped on. No one knew whether it was the red and white ash left after the decomposition of the believers' bodies or the blood flowing from the holy sword.

"It's not a big problem, it's all solved." Fang Qingyun sent the message back through his vocal cords: "The internal organs of these believers have been completely changed. If it weren't for the soul fragments all over the floor, I would suspect that these believers just need to go back to the furnace before they can run out and fight me again."

"...It seems that all the troops in the capital have been wiped out now. Maybe some of them have become believers of Puritanism?" Ximi interrupted.

"No." Naike denied Ximi's conjecture: "According to the previous conclusion, Purui can only convert the target into a believer through pain. The army does not meet this requirement, unless it is infected by C-04 and becomes a mindless monster. However, the infection process of C-04 will gradually consume the target's soul. Even if it is successfully infected, the worst plan is just a monster holding a gun with no bullets."

"In short, apprentice, you should be careful over there. If you encounter any danger, run back. We still have plenty of time." Ju'er showed concern for Fang Qingyun.

Fang Qingyun, who had not spoken for a long time, seemed to have trouble controlling his speaking, and he blurted out jokes without closing his mouth. He sang in the tone of sighs in Western operas: "Ah, my dear Orange, your caring words warm my heart, you - um, I can't make it up anymore..."

He felt that this joke was not appropriate. If no one came to his rescue, he would probably be embarrassed until the next day. Fortunately, Ximi's giggles and Ju'er's angry voice chasing Ximi made him feel relieved: "I didn't realize that you, the apprentice, have such high artistic accomplishments?"

"Keep a low profile." Fang Qingyun pretended to be narcissistic and grabbed his short hair. His hair was a little long now, covering his forehead, making him look quite stuffy and untidy in a place like the dungeon.

God knows how a guy who was strengthened after touching the holy sword and could bathe in magma could feel stuffy just because of a simple hair problem.

Soon, new monsters appeared. Caterpillar-like monsters as big as adults crawled out from the darkness and attacked Fang Qingyun. Fang Qingyun stepped in a pool of blood, and his scalp went numb when he looked at the shapes of these caterpillars... The nausea made his scalp numb all the way to his temples, and Fang Qingyun was almost having a seizure.

I've seen disgusting things, but I've never seen anything this disgusting.

The caterpillar's upper body stood up, and its head was made up of a distorted yellow skull. The lower jaw of the skull had disappeared, leaving only the upper half of the deformed skull that looked like it had been smoked.

Below the skull is a disgusting big mouth that looks like a food intake, with a flesh-and-blood cavity leading directly inside. The ribs act as mouthparts like blooming morning glories, with all kinds of minced meat and corpses hanging on the ribs. Being "bitten" by such ribs is enough to kill a person.

Looking down, there was pink tender flesh, and a wriggling abdomen that looked like it was made up of intestines and internal organs. The abdomen had a hole in it and yellow pus was oozing out, connecting to the huge tail underneath.

The tail was made up of more ribs that formed movable limbs, and the fat lower limbs were like a disgusting slop bucket. Fang Qingyun felt that the best way he could describe it was: a plastic bag that was filled to the brim with items that had been fermenting in a manure pit for several days. It seemed that the slightest touch would cause it to burst into a stench that was enough to suffocate others.

The smell alone reminded people of the great demons of Nurgle. It was the first time that Fang Qingyun couldn't bring himself to kill such a monster. He always felt that if he stabbed the knife into it, it would dirty the knife.

"What the hell is this?" Ximi seemed to be extremely disgusted by this monster. Yating and Ju'er, who had no stomach function, were retching. Ximi was really disgusted and for the first time did not make those rainbows in a funny way. Instead, he frowned as much as possible and endured the feeling of vomiting: "It's hard to imagine what the situation is like for the apprentices..."

"If it's hard to imagine, don't talk about it," Fang Qingyun complained. The smell had already stimulated even a zombie with a poor sense of smell. The physical stimulation made his tears flow down, and his vision became blurred: "I'm pinching my nose. Just talking at this moment, the air entering my mouth makes me want to have acid in my throat."

Fang Qingyun inserted the holy sword into the scabbard at his waist, and red flames rose from Fang Qingyun's empty palm. He didn't even rub it, and threw the shapeless flame out. After the concept of the holy sword flame was strengthened, the temperature like a nuclear bomb explosion instantly illuminated the entire underground. In the face of the high temperature of more than 6,000 degrees, the monsters quickly turned to ashes, and the stench was completely evaporated by the high temperature.

"Ximi... I have to say this, if your undead spells can produce such filthy things, our relationship will be over." Facing the heat wave on the shop, Fang Qingyun made a joke.

"You can question my aesthetics, question my magic skills, but you can never question my understanding of the world." Ximi's voice sounded muffled, as if she pinched her nose over there: "I have never been a mean person..."

Chapter 251: Fan Ma Fangjiro

"There is no smell over there, so why are you blocking your nose? Has the stench of this thing become a concept?" Fang Qingyun asked curiously. If that was the case, he would need to raise the threat level of Pu Cui to a higher level.

"…Doesn't this make the inside stuff look stinky?" Ximi's words brought Fang Qingyun back to the scene of a skit. The speech of the insider was particularly authentic, which made him believe that it was not groundless that people in a certain area could speak crosstalk.

Ximi was wearing the chef's hat and holding a folding fan in his hand, and next to him stood the supporting actor Ju'er who had a look of despair on his face. The image of both of them wearing long gowns appeared in Fang Qingyun's mind, and he couldn't get rid of it no matter how hard he tried. The image was too vivid.

Fang Qingyun pursed his upper lip, not knowing what to say. Ximi's reason made it impossible for him to refute: "Very good... I seem to be completely convinced by you."

At this time, Ju'er, who was in charge of the supporting role - I mean the supervisor, brought Fang Qingyun back to reality from his thoughts of the long gown crosstalk duo: "Okay, stop chatting, let's talk about business."

Along with the clicking sound of the mouse, the vibration and the sound of the mouse falling to the ground when it was picked up and put down, and Ximi's complaints, Ju'er's voice came from her vocal cords, still so clear and calm: "In short, because of Pu Cui's interference just now, the elevator seems to have fallen to a deeper level. Even Naike's database on this level is blank. Be careful."

Fang Qingyun nodded. He hadn't spoken for so long that he subconsciously used body language to express his meaning. After realizing that he could speak, he replied, "Okay, I'll pay attention..."

Listening to the noisy noise coming from the other end of the vocal cords, Ju'er's sermon to Ximi "Don't play with the mouse anymore", and Ximi's pretended pitiful response, Fang Qingyun sighed. Others might not know what was going on here, but how could he not know?

I wonder if anyone has ever thought about this question: where does the electricity come from for such a huge underground city?

Although it is quite a thankless task to consider this question in a world where magic and technology are mixed, after all, magic can always explain everything, but has anyone ever thought about how this underground city maintains power supply when everyone is extinct? Even the people who use magic are gone, where does such a huge amount of electricity come from?

Or to put it another way, when the Prussian infection broke out, the capital was the first to be hit, and the Prussian infection required pain as a source of power. Why did the capital, as the ruling center, become the Prussian base?

As a conceptual god, Purity would not have the idea of ​​catching the leader first. Then why does the affluent capital city cause greater suffering than the oppressed lower-class slums?

The answers to all this are on this floor, a place that is more confidential than the Stargate Project. Fang Qingyun tightly grasped the holy sword and continued to explore this hell on earth.

The environment here is in line with Fang Qingyun's imagination of obsidian, that is, the kind of stone with some red mixed in it. However, the red here is not like the dark red after high-temperature baking, but more like the color of blood. This enchanting red makes everything around look like it is full of enemies.

The deeper they went, the more bizarre the believers inside became. Fang Qingyun saw some "complexes". They were made up of several white believers. The red fluid inside surged out and adhered to the huge body like meat hanging on a hook. The "complex" that was more than two people tall floated in the air. Black and red magic balls full of filth and blasphemy condensed from its sharp flesh claws, and surged towards Fang Qingyun like a row of cannonballs.

"Be careful!" Ju'er's reminder sounded in Fang Qingyun's ears. The visual of the vocal cords made Ju'er feel the same way. But without her reminder, the holy sword in Fang Qingyun's hand had changed its shape, from a long sword to a shield with a raised front end and a large-angle V-shape.

The black and red filthy magic balls carried the pain that a person had experienced in his life. Just one shot could make a B-class magician cough up blood and die while wailing in pain. When they fell on the shield, the shield just flashed a light green light and bounced all the magic balls away.

The magic ball hit the wall nearby and splashed. The magic ball containing pain exploded and sprinkled on the white humanoids. Not only did it not cause any accidental injuries, but it made them even happier.

"...So disgusting." Fang Qingyun looked at the huge complex. With the sacrifices of the people below, their bodies became stronger. The torn limbs revealed the muscles and nerves inside. The upright posture made people feel like being hung on a meat hook and being tortured. The naked pale spine was exposed outside, which made people wonder whether this complex would be broken into two if they pinched it hard.

"Let me try this..." Following Fang Qingyun's intention, the shield in his hand transformed into a pair of fist armor on his fist, which was layered like Western armor. He bumped his two fists together, and the sparks almost flew into other people's faces. The smile on his face became more exaggerated and ferocious, like the strongest creature on earth: "Let me hug you tightly."

Although the complex had already flown into the air, this height was of no concern to Fang Qingyun. He kicked the ground, and the hard obsidian floor did not break, but a shoe print was left by his hydraulic-like feet. God knows what material his shoes were made of, but in this case, they did not tear, leaving him walking barefoot.

Fang Qingyun rushed straight towards the complex's spine like a cannonball. With the reminder of Omniscience, he adjusted his position at the moment of flying, so that he could accurately drill out from the gap between the two claws of the complex. The iron gloves pinched the complex's spine full of bone spurs.

Fang Qingyun raised his head and made eye contact with the faceless complex, smiling as cruelly as if he had seen Hannibal the detective. He clenched his hands tightly and smoothed out all the bone spurs on his spine, and at the same time turned his whole body sideways so that the spine was relatively above Fang Qingyun's knees. It was foreseeable what would happen next.

Using his knee and the strength of both hands, Fang Qingyun swung his knee almost at the speed of a cannonball. Several bone spurs had no effect on Fang Qingyun's unprotected knee. Amid the crackling sound of broken bones, Fang Qingyun completely broke the complex in half, and it was as easy as using his knee to break a thumb-thick branch before.

The complex did not die after being torn into two pieces. It was still struggling and trying hard to escape from Fang Qingyun's clutches, but unfortunately, this only made Fang Qingyun's desire for destruction even stronger.

He left behind the no longer struggling lower body of the complex and hung himself on the upper body of the complex as if doing pull-ups. Due to the hollow ribs of the complex, although the two big claws were very lethal, they posed no threat to the opponent Qingyun.

Fang Qingyun held the upper part of the complex spine, used the force to lift his legs up, stepped on the spine between his hands, and smiled, which was full of fatal meaning: "Say goodbye to your body!"

With crackling sounds, the so-called complex was dismantled piece by piece in front of Fang Qingyun. After its ribs were removed, the complex still wanted to struggle, but the two big claws fell like ten steel knives. Not to mention ten, even if there were a hundred knives, it would be useless to Fang Qingyun's tempered body.

The claws only tore the blue shirt that Fang Qingyun had been wearing. The sharp claws scraped sparks on Fang Qingyun's flesh, and then he was firmly grasped by his hands like hydraulic pliers. The other foot stepped on the shoulder socket of the complex and tore its entire arm off from the shoulder.

After the complex completely lost its human form, Fang Qingyun clapped his hands and wiped off the black blood on his hands. According to the introduction given by Omniscient, the complex gained its powerful strength by relying on these so-called "holy blood", but in front of Fang Qingyun, its combat effectiveness was not even as good as that of a goose.

"It's great to be able to conduct destructive research on these monsters." He wiped his hands and used the water in the plastic bag to wash off the dirt, blood and flesh stuck on his body. The shirt that had been with him all the time had completely turned into rags. Instead of leaving these rags hanging, he might as well take them off completely. He took off his shirt and put this souvenir in the plastic bag.

"...I was worried that you would be completely immersed in the concept of violence." Ju'er had obviously never seen Fang Qingyun get angry. She thought Fang Qingyun was infected by violence and behaved in that way. This rough and brutal fighting method scared her. Everyone witnessed everything from Fang Qingyun's perspective. Now Ju'er's heart was still beating fast and she couldn't tell what kind of excitement she felt.

“Maybe there is a part of it.” Fang Qingyun looked down at his body. His muscles were neatly arranged as if they were cut by a knife and an axe. He could feel the explosive power inside with a little effort. Even Fang Qingyun just clenched his fist, and the muscles in his forearms swelled up like a python that had swallowed something. “But on the other hand, I also want to vent the evil fire that I have been holding back for so many days. I get angry when I see these Pucui believers. How much trouble have they caused me over the past few days?”

There was silence on the other end of the vocal cords. Fang Qingyun raised his eyebrows, realizing that something seemed to be wrong. He looked down and saw that, yes, my pants were still on, so why wasn't they responding to me?

"Archon, perfect golden ratio." Naike praised Fang Qingyun's figure. His calm tone almost made him think that Naike was being sarcastic. "Perhaps because of your muscle problem, the current command center seems to be disturbed in some way... It may take a while before I can contact you."

"Okay," Fang Qingyun shrugged. Although his action could not be seen over there, he still did it subconsciously: "Let's chat later when we have internet."