Seeing the rapidly declining vitality in the simulated blood volume, Lin An's head sank and he shouted to the Second Will.
The method for activating the distortion of the fragments was in the opponent's hands. He remembered clearly that his first distortion was completed under the forcible control of the second will.
Hesitation, silence.
The Second Will gave a rare sigh.
The development of the situation was also beyond his expectation.
He also did not expect that the Necromancer Lord would actually master the ability to teleport under the full indoctrination of the meme.
Although I have also thought about whether the Necromancer Lord would have these characteristics, I can't believe that the teleportation ability of the Necromancer Lord has been enhanced to the point of instantaneous teleportation.
Now that I think about it, teleportation is probably one of Ghost Infant's abilities.
It's not that he is indecisive.
But once the distortion is turned on, both he and Lin An will easily fall into complete chaos.
That outcome would be even more terrifying than being replaced by memory fragments.
The fragments are still a part of me. If they are aberrations, they are really monsters.
In a sense, both men will die.
Turn on aberration to escape the Necrolord's attack, and then destroy the meme?
After a few breaths, the Second Will, which had failed to rehearse many possibilities, took a deep breath and had no choice but to take over Lin An's body.
Indeed, there is no other way.
Just when I was about to take out the fragments, several private messages from the team channel suddenly came:
"The moment after the distortion, while there is still a short period of consciousness, rush towards another undead monarch!"
The news comes from Zhang Tie.
Seeing the sudden news, both Lin An and the Second Will were stunned.
What the hell?
Zhang Tie is "directing" him to do things!?
Just looking at this familiar and concise tone, the two of them seemed to have thought of something at the same time.
Why does this way of speaking look so like Chu An!?
There was no time to think too much.
Lin An, who was under the control of the second will, looked stern, and a fragment turned into a stream of light and penetrated between his eyebrows.
"boom!!"
In an instant, Lin An, who had been squeezed tightly in the giant hand, felt as if the skin all over his body was bursting open, and a series of ferocious bone spurs slowly opened the giant hand.
At the edge of the battlefield, the rough-looking Zhang Tie stood upright on the rooftop of a building, looking calmly into the distance.
That calm, extremely calm gaze formed a sharp contrast with his appearance.
Just like a counselor.
After sending the message, he took out a tube of medicine directly from behind his butt.
His eyes were focused, his right hand was in a throwing shape, and he aimed accurately at the aberration in the distance to break away from the giant hand.
Seems to be waiting for something.
Break through the giant hand.
Lin An, who transformed into a deformed body, instinctively rushed towards the undead monarch in the distance with his last will.
For a moment, the battlefield turned into a strange scene.
On one side is the ghost infant monarch who is following closely behind, constantly attacking the aberrations. On the other side is the white aberration that ignores the attacks and rushes into the distance. On the other side is the ink spirit who stays in the air as if trapped in the depths of his memory.
"Boom! Boom!"
Waves of attacks came, and the undead monarch who activated the flash appeared like a shadow in the path of the aberrant body.
The terrifying huge force combined with the death ripples hit Sen Bai's bone spurs.
But unlike the previous aberrant body that was just split off, the strength of the aberrant body transformed by the main body is obviously not comparable to that of the split body.
For a forceful attack, the distance is not long to begin with, but it will be covered in a short time.
Although the aberrant body was approaching, the undead monarch, who was originally sluggish, looked at him as if he sensed something.
deep in memory.
Staying in the spiritual energy tower of Long'an Base, Mo Ling silently looked at the people around him who were closely guarding him, with his head lowered.
The battle to defend the city has begun.
But due to what Yun Lin saw, Lin An, who was the most powerful, could only stick to the core fortress in order to prevent "her" destruction.
Although no one said anything, Mo Ling knew what everyone was thinking.
In a critical period like a city defense battle, the best plan is to simply throw her away, or simply abolish her.
But under Lin An's insistence, everyone could only waste their troops and guard her side all the time.
In a daze, she subconsciously looked towards the statue-like figure emerging from the core fortress.
He seems to be really important to Lin An.
Different from other people's worries, she actually had a strange feeling at this time.
She didn't think about what the future would be like or what she would be like.
She just thinks that this feeling of being worried is really good.
"Have you heard? The man Mr. Lin An brought back is a big star."
Inside the base, the crowd who came after hearing the sound looked at the woman next to Lin An and marveled.
Mo Ling in the crowd looked coldly at Fan Bing, who was constantly showing off his charm, and couldn't help but feel a little jealous in his heart.
She looked repeatedly in front of Fan Bing and in front of herself. After a while, she came to a conclusion that made her almost cry.
Gritting her teeth and looking at the woman next to Lin An, she felt as if her beloved thing had been taken away.
He clearly warned her not to stand so close!
Lin An is mine!
Her little fists were clenched tightly, and as she heard the voices of people praising Lin An and that woman being a perfect match, a murderous intention emerged from her heart.
How could my Lin An belong to someone else!
"Lin An, are you back?"
At the core fortress, Mo Ling, who hurried back, stood outside the sliding metal door, staring at Wen Ya who was standing next to Lin An.
After hearing the news that Lin An was back, she hurried back.
Looking at that familiar profile face, for a moment, my heart was beating fast, which had never fluctuated since Lin An left.
However, when she caught a glimpse of Wen Ya's arm holding Lin An affectionately, she couldn't help but feel a burst of sadness and jealousy in her heart.
Obviously I should be the one standing there!
The little hands clenched behind her back turned white, and a heart-wrenching and confusing emotion made her want to cry.
If she stayed at the base and didn't have to go out to clean up the zombies, would she be able to see Lin An as soon as he came back?
Sniffed his nose.
She also wanted to go there, but she smelled so bad.
Without loosening his gaze and hiding behind the door, Mo Ling felt as if the grievances in his heart were rushing into his eyes.
Lin An is mine. Lin An is obviously mine!
Stinky Lin An, how could you hold hands with her!
Don’t you miss me!?
Don’t you know how to hug me!?
The pain became more and more severe, and subconsciously, she couldn't help but ran over, pulled Wen Ya away, and looked up at Lin An.
It's just the words in my heart that I can't say out loud.
In her peripheral vision, she saw the look of astonishment in Wen Ya's eyes.
Although she hated others touching her, she felt Lin An habitually touch her head.
For a moment, a faint feeling of pleasure arose in her heart.
Lin An is mine!
No one can take it away!
The undead monarch Mo Ling floated in mid-air like a dark cloud. The emotional fluctuations in his eyes became heavier and heavier as the aberrant body approached.
There is no special meaning in the emotion, there is no reason, it is just like an instinct.
She subconsciously moved a little closer and opened her hands. She seemed to have an instinctive desire to take the hideous and terrifying monster covered with bone spurs into her arms.
She felt it, it was what she wanted most deep down.
In an instant, a collision occurred.
The white aberration, which also lost its mind, slammed into Mo Ling without any pause.
But under the huge impact, the undead monarch transformed by Mo Ling did not react at all, even though this huge impact was considered a kind of damage to her.
“Ho ho!!”
Under the instinct of the aberrant body, 1 struggled wildly.
The bone spurs were like sharp knives, attacking quickly inside the body of the Undead Lord.
Ignore the attacks and endure the damage again and again.
The undead monarch transformed by Mo Ling just held the aberration in his arms tightly, as if he was trying to rub the aberration into his body.
"Lin An"
The voice is hoarse and vague, just like mumbling.
However, while muttering to himself, Mo Ling's huge scarlet eyes without emotion suddenly burst out with anger like a kitten guarding its food when it saw the other undead monarch chasing after him.
