Lieutenant Andrew's voice was trembling violently.
Perhaps because soldiers are among the people with the strongest willpower, or perhaps because they are afraid of being completely defeated in the "competition" and having more skin peeled off, Andrew still did not dare to stop, panting in cold sweat and tensing his armpits.
continue to
"The hustle and bustle of the world has no trace here."
Unfortunately, he seemed unable to reverse the "competition" situation.
"Tsk-"
The left leg suffered the same treatment.
"I, we live in harmony and peace, like angels, and spend happy time."
Andrew's right arm was also torn into a torn bag.
"We were jumping and dancing! We were singing and dancing! And Saint Sebastian was watching us from heaven!!!"
With the sacred syllables being denigrated and blasphemed, and the smell of blood permeating the air, this distorted and painful song "Heaven is Full of Violins" could no longer continue.
The singing just stopped.
"Ahhhh!!!"
This time, the official face is still vaguely visible!
Finally, after the previous skinned Ivan expired, there was another mass of screaming and squirming flesh on the ground.
After Boles "disappeared", Jacob was deformed, and Ivan was skinned, the life of the fourth team member also entered a painful countdown.
Followed by Durk and Alpha.
The two men were holding a trumpet and a harmonica respectively, and stood next to the boulder as if facing a formidable enemy.
The blowing sounds sounded one after another, with completely different timbres and music, without any harmony at all.
Moreover, Fan Ning realized that the instruments of the two people seemed to have been swapped. Originally, Durk was supposed to like to play the harmonica, and Alpha used to be the trumpet player in the military band.
Then, he realized that there were more than just these two people. In fact, the boundaries of the team members' characteristics and expertise seemed to have been blurred and mixed very early. The sergeants were promoted to knowledgeable people, and they studied the secret doctrines of the Divine Advent Society and the priesthood.
The men hunted, cooked, and mastered mechanical engineering skills
Durk and Alpha, who were playing on the boulder plane, were soon peeled off with bloody skin amidst howls.
"Damn it." Tukweil rushed forward, "It's my turn. No matter what, I have to win this competition. The lighthouse must be nearby, and the theme of God must be nearby."
"Win this contest, I'll peel off your skin. Win this contest, I'll peel off your skin."
The bishop kicked away the laurel leaf wreath on the small stone, sat on it, and started playing to the big stone stained black with blood as if he were playing a piano.
What's even more weird is that it actually made the sound of a piano tinkling.
Fan Ning's whole body trembled, and he once again felt the cold gazes from all around him.
This made his whole body tremble as if he had fallen into an icy abyss, but his spiritual sense still found nothing substantial.
Concert competition? The gaze of witnesses? The loser being skinned? The ritual of "splitting the chrysalis"? The sharing of flesh and blood? The collapse of the rainforest? The flock of crows flying to the west? The colorful, blooming pollen and spores seen along the way
?Fan Ning tried his best to calm down and stood there with clenched fists.
Why are there secret histories related to some Lords of Witness? For example, the origin of the God of Origin, the Second War of Persuasion, and the incident of the "Fountain in the Painting" contaminating the alchemist?
Could this be the "secret history turbulence" in the abnormal area that the Pope and the saints mentioned before, which the order enforcers dare not easily break into?
But why do these seem to be just secret histories after the New Calendar?
"Ha, I won!"
The flowing piano sound came to an end, and Tukweil suddenly laughed twice in relief.
"Lavoisier, we're going to find the lighthouse right away."
"Before that, let me skin them first. When the team members see it, they will feel better."
Tukweil's hands glowed with golden light, and he grabbed hard at the big stone in front of him.
Dust particles flew into the air, and a heart-wrenching sound was heard.
"They could have seen the lighthouse too!"
At first, he peeled off a few foam-like fragments from the shallow stone, but soon his fingers began to fray, his fingernails rolled up in a bloody mess, and blood stains began to appear on the pitted stones.
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"Lavoisier, you go find the lighthouse first, these guys' skin is too tough!"
Tukweil's mental state became more and more excited, his face turned sickly red, and he changed from scratching with his hands to using his hands and feet together.
At a certain moment, his whole body went stiff and he fell directly to the gravel road, becoming a fresh corpse.
The clothes all over his body were naturally covered with dust. The cold wind blew by, and the coat rolled up his ferocious face. His body began to wither at a speed that was visible to the naked eye but at a very small rate, and the ten fingers on both arms were all chaotically pointing towards
Stiff and stretched in all directions.
"This body"
Seeing this, Fan Ning suddenly turned around as he remembered something.
The clouds and fog were moving faster, and the sky began to gradually darken again. The dilapidated barracks disappeared and were replaced by an open field in the twilight. The characteristics of the plants visible around them had been mixed and grafted together, and they no longer had ordinary population types.
resolution.
Next to me, the trunk of a towering banyan tree was covered with a thick layer of moss of various colors, but hanging down was a thick green leaf shaped like a banana.
"Macias was skinned because he failed in the concert competition, and then the leaves of the 'Qingkou Tree' were covered on him? It became a bandage?"
"The mirror image of the secret history reappears in a dislocated and deformed way. Everyone involved will follow the twisted script, first acting, and then 'becoming'. But scholars who are familiar with history choose to end with a tribute. Will it happen?
Is there any possibility of being revived?"
Fan Ning called on his invisible power one after another to pluck off several green "banana leaves", and then controlled them to cover the bodies of Ivan, Alpha and Andrew, whose muscles were rolled and dripping with blood.
"However, Boles at the beginning and Jacob yesterday did not die from being skinned. In Tukweil's case, it was not that he was 'skinned' himself."
Staring at Tukweil's body on the gravel road, Fan Ning was a little unsure.
The sky has turned dark again. Considering that the sun was shining brightly at 0:00 a.m. before, this is abnormal, but considering that it is only around 1:00 a.m. now, it seems to be back to normal.
Anyway, there were enough leaves around here. Fan Ning thought for a moment and decided to roll them up first.
"Rumble, rumble—"
At this moment, the sound of the engine suddenly came to my ears.
In the black fog in the distance, a few beams of white light from car lights suddenly burst out!