It was like a brown bear that had been dormant for a winter and slowly woke up, as if the whole mountain had life. The powerful heartbeat shocked everyone and every heart in the house. It forced them to beat at the same frequency as it, otherwise they would be hurt by the invisible tremor force.

The offspring from the evil god, the crawling flesh ball, the undifferentiated protoplasm, the left hand of the great creature, finally began to have consciousness with the cost of its fellow citizens and believers. Its body began to tremble regularly because the soft composition structure was not yet fixed, and the tentacles that attacked the enemy were retracted into the body and rejoined into the differentiated queue.

If this monster is allowed to choose the path of evolution freely, the result will likely be disastrous. Such a huge amount of biological energy gives it room to exert imagination and creativity.

The heartbeat that forced the creature to surrender forced the people present, the short sperm and even the goblins could only cover their chests and seek vitality in it with difficulty. In such a situation, no creature could stop its path to change unless he had no heartbeat.

The vampire's heart has long stopped beating. Therefore, Jung became the only exception among the people present who can still be active. He was also used to this exception. He was always the exception. When his tribe died, he survived with exception. When his companions died, he did not come to sleep forever. When his injuries were too serious, he was chosen by the tribe.

When someone else goes through everything he has experienced, he may have the illusion of being different from others in this accident, but Jung knows that since before, exceptions are not lucky, and exceptions mean that he has to face situations that others have not faced before, such as in front of him.

"Puff!" The werewolf's claws turned into drills and led Barak into the interior of the primitive flesh ball. He was not a dragon or a wizard. Besides, even the latter might not be able to plan a way to destroy such a large group of flesh and blood in a short time. Therefore, Jung can do only one thing, do his best to achieve the greatest result.

His choice is the heart, the powerful center that is reborn in this sarcoma that can shock people's hearts. He wants to destroy it. As long as it can destroy it, even if it cannot be fatal, it can greatly delay the differentiation of this scattered thing and buy time for his companions who are still outside. At least, they can try to escape.

The deeper he went, the more Jung wanted to turn back and shout at those people, asking them to escape from this damn place now. He never thought that fat would become so difficult to penetrate when the fat was intertwined with the undifferentiated tissues and the growing blood vessels. He was indeed a quick knife now, but the butter he was about to cut was squeezed into a product of an extremely shocking density. With the tremor, he could be sure that the heart was not far away, but he was increasingly unable to be sure whether he could destroy it.

The power of life is always described as good and gentle, but when it is violent to a certain extent, the heart-warming candlelight can also turn into a fire that destroys the city.

A thick red film was right in front of him. It was like the center of a typhoon. Every tremor could cause the surrounding attachments to shake violently. Jung tried to tear it apart with his claws, but the material around him was too soft and had nowhere to leverage the force, and his sharp claws could not play a role.

He tried to open his mouth to bite, but before he could bite the outer skin of his heart, the sticky tissue filled his mouth like gum. Not only the mouth, but this huge body was powerless to resist the outsider. The flesh around the vampire was squeezing him hard, trying to turn him into an amber and block it here.

The sharp claws faded, the sharp teeth disappeared, and the silver-haired and red-eyed elf reappeared, and the upper body used a tattoo to draw a complex pattern on the chest. The pattern became hideous as the face of its owner became, and it began to emit a solid red light. This is the unique inheritance of the Barak blood clan, and the unique ability in many bloodlines, fusion.

The true ancestor of the Barak blood clan has been exploring a question: whether only life can transform other things into part of itself, that is, the act of eating. And why is this process established? Why can organisms obtain energy by eating, and why does their food have a range?

The pattern turns into a blood scab, the blood scab is torn into a wound, the wound breaks and reveals the ribs below, and the ribs give way to change the structure inside.

A range of eating means that the things being eaten have the same roots as the eater, and therefore have the possibility of mutual transformation. So why does this possibility exist? In broad terms, do the colorful things in the world exist when this material world appears according to the element theory, or is the world itself constantly differentiating? Is the initial world composed of a single element or something purer than the element, which is transformed into various different substances through a certain link?

Soon, Jung's chest grew another mouth, a plural petal like anemone with plural flesh spread outwards, with serrated teeth, and swollen the big mouths of four rattan-like tongues.

So is it possible that through devouring and fusion, a certain entity in this world can return itself to a more primitive state of this world? If that individual can do this, can he or she become an existence that is more advanced than the constantly differentiated world in front of him, and through the reversal of the differentiation process, it can achieve a way of action against time and become a retrograde person of natural laws. If this is true, will he become an existence that is above all changes?

Four tongues stretched out like a toad, pulling the thing they touched into the mouth. As more and more things were swallowed, the mouth that grew on the chest became bigger and bigger. The flesh petals that were originally close to the skin began to bulge, as if a sarcoma had grown on Jung's chest. He was blooming, and all parts of his body were blooming.

If what the Great Left Hand is doing is to transform from pure protoplasm into a creature with a precise body, then Jung is just the opposite of it, he is devouring the creature and turning everything into a more primitive state. The flesh and blood are regressed into gas and water, and the hard particles are melted into a mixture of metal blocks.

This is a duel between evolution and degeneration. Is it the evolutionist who first evolved the ability to eliminate the virus in his body, or the degenerate who first exhausted the energy of evolution. But Jung knew very well that this confrontation would not continue endlessly. He had a limit. Now he is bulging the flowers on his body out of his body to ensure that he can restore his familiar body in the future. This is destined that his devouring and fusion will not be very thorough, and he does not want to be so thorough, because thoroughness means that he will lose what he calls himself and become something more primitive and ancient.

Barak's upper blood tribes are rare because they are always too greedy and accidentally cross that line.

Fortunately or unfortunately, Jung's worries are destined to be redundant. He overestimated himself and underestimated the offspring of the evil god. While he was devouring the other party, the other party was also learning about him. The fat became hard and the bones covered him. The flowers growing on the vampire could no longer eat any food.

It was time to leave here, and if he didn't leave, he would go from devourer to devourer. As he fled toward the body of the great left hand, Jung thought thoughtfully,
Chapter completed!