In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 1383: The Call of the Stars (9)

"If you write about a disaster, you don't need to use such a grand perspective to describe the destruction of the whole world, and you don't need to detail the tragedies that happened to everyone in such a detailed tone.

Because what I hear, see, and associate with is enough to outline every abyss undercurrent in this dark vortex, outlining its original bizarre and terrifying appearance. After the hole, the truth learned when traveling through the dark and narrow corridors of the world.

When we embraced the light trap like unconscious prey, and then woke up, what appeared in my field of vision was the rust stains under the iron sheet with a corner raised from the ceiling of the subway car..."

"God, where am I?" Quill covered his head, trying to sit up from the ground, but found that his forearm seemed to be glued to something, he tilted his head to the left, I saw that between my left arm just a little off the ground and the ground, there was a filament formed by the mucus being pulled.

"What the **** is this?" Quill grinned and cursed. He put his arm on the ground again, shifted his body's center of gravity, and wanted to lift his arm off the ground.

But when he supported the ground with his right hand and tried hard, he found that his right forearm was also stuck to the mucus on the ground. What does it feel like to be a cockroach, God, rocket, rocket, are you there?"

"Puff, puff, puff..."

A series of subtle sounds came from a distance, Quill's movements froze, and he instinctively turned his head to look in the direction of the sound.

There is endless darkness.

By the only cold twilight somewhere, Quill could clearly see the situation above his head. It was not an ordinary roof, but an iron sheet. One of the iron plates raised a foot, revealing mottled of rust.

It seems that he is in the subway car, Quill sighed, he even has time to comfort himself in his heart, although he is an old antique, he has seen the subway anyway.

"Puff, puff, puff..." The voice continued.

Quiel listened intently, and found that the sound was coming from far away, and there was no sign of getting closer. of slime.

The center of gravity shifted from left to right, from abdominal muscles to back muscles, Quill groaned on the ground for a long time in a somewhat funny posture, and finally freed half of his body from the entanglement of mucus.

Quell clenched his fists to cheer himself up: "Okay, Peter, you've already done half of the work, just work harder, and you're a free cockroach!"

Suddenly, a cold feeling came from his forehead. Quill touched his forehead on the left side with the free hand, and found some dark marks. Because the light was too dark, Quill couldn't see clearly. what exactly is it.

He wiped his hands on the ground, and the relatively dry mucus he broke out became the best cleaning agent, and the traces were wiped off, but soon, two more drops of unknown liquid dripped onto Quill on the forehead.

Quiel shook his hand in disgust, and then found that the state of the two drops of liquid was not right, and they didn't fly out like water.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of some mucus rubbing against each other from above his head.

Quiel slowly raised his head, and saw that under the raised iron plate, where he thought it was rust, densely packed, dark-colored eggs were surging.

More and more eggs fell down, flowing down Quill's forehead and nose bridge to his chin, Quill let out a broken scream, and frantically wiped his face with his hands s things.

Like a moose with a broken leg, he tried hard to move his position with half of his body, avoiding the terrible nest above his head, and rubbed his arms weakly against the dark marks on his face, he could even feel Among the eggs that are like fine gravel, there is a very regular heartbeat.

They are about to break their shells.

The moment this idea appeared in Quill's mind, he couldn't care less. He grabbed the dried up mucus and rubbed it on his face and body, wiping off his face as quickly as possible. Then he threw it away with all his strength, and the mucus ball just rolled under the faint cold light.

Quell saw clearly the source of the light, which was actually the indicator light on the subway door, and at this moment, under the light, the delicate eggs wrapped in the slime ball began to hatch.

Countless black bugs with carapaces and three pairs of hooked feet crawled out of the translucent embryo, but what awaited them was not newborns, but a closed and constantly squeezed mucus mass.

The blood-red mucus has obviously lost its vitality, but it still entangles densely packed bugs, breaking their carapaces, breaking their hook feet, and even crushing them into fine corpse foam.

The black bugs struggled to escape, but they suffocated in front of the last barrier. Quill could even see their desperate expressions when they suffocated, but more hooked feet pierced the mucous membrane, letting the red mucus Turned into a hole-ridden corpse.

Quell felt terrible suffocation, he tried his best to get rid of the slime stuck to his body, because more and more hatched bugs grew bigger.

But the mucus on the other half showed no sign of drying up at all, as if they still had life, they bit on Quill's skin tightly and refused to fall off.

This boy who was lonely and withdrawn since he was a child was aroused with a terrible ferocity under his simple and honest appearance. Quill touched the dagger at his waist, held the knife in his forehand, and cut a hole on the skin stuck to the mucus. Big mouth.

Then Quill put his hand into the wound, and with a "squeak", the whole piece of skin was peeled off, leaving on the mucus, and then Quill stood up shaking.

This decisive action saved his life.

Because in the next second, the iron plate on his head couldn't support the densely packed insect eggs that were breaking out of their shells, and fell down with a "bang", followed by the sound of "squeaky" mucus pouring out.

Quiel was panting heavily, and didn't even have time to look at his bleeding arm. He padded his feet on the spot, turned his head and ran towards the direction of the indicator light.

And just as he looked beyond the indicator lights into the deeper darkness, he heard a familiar voice yelling and cursing in a language he didn't understand.

"Rocket, Rocket! I'm here!" Quill yelled.

Quill rushed over, and then saw the small figure next to the seat by the door, obviously he was also stuck in the slime.

Rocket Raccoon grabbed his tail and cursed in a low voice. The moment he saw Quill, he didn't even have time to explain his situation, but said to him with a trembling beard: "That damned doctor is crazy! He Throw us to hell, I shouldn't listen to him!

! "

"Don't worry about it too much." Quill took out the dagger, and with a "swish", he shaved off the hair on Rocket Raccoon's tail. Fortunately, the raccoon's skin was not stuck with mucus, so he just Losing a strand of hair, he managed to get away.

He jumped on Quill's shoulder in three steps and two steps, and then said loudly in his ear: "Peter, I have to apologize to you! I listened to the **** plot of an evil doctor who made me Use drugs to lead you into the minaret!"

Rocket Raccoon's voice was shrill like a faulty tape, but Quill made a silent gesture to him, and then pricked up his ears to listen carefully.

"Puff, puff, puff..."

The voice is still very far away, but it is approaching here at a slow speed. Quill's eyeballs rolled quickly, and then said: "The mucus that sticks to us is very viscous, it is definitely not saliva or something. .”

Suddenly his child's hole shrank sharply, highlighting a word: "Flytrap... run!

! "

The moment Quill stepped forward quickly, a huge wave exuding a strong sour smell surged from the carriage at the rear, and the splashed water droplets carried countless bugs' carapaces, hooked feet, and evenly-grown Bearded eyes.

Quell stopped suddenly, because the cockpit was already in front of him, he glanced left and right, and shouted: "Hurry up!

”

"Boom!

! "

Quiel rushed out of the glass of the side window, with a "crash", and with the shattered glass, he fell to the ground, but he didn't stop much, but crawled to the corner of the wall.

Then, he leaned against the wall, panting heavily, watching layers upon layers of giant maggots like tumors wrapped around the train, spraying his own gastric juice into the train, sweeping all the creatures inside the train, swallowing them In its own stomach, it leaves new mucus, waiting for a new wave of prey.

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Quill gasped weakly against the wall, he turned his head to look at Rocket Raccoon, and said, "What's the matter with the 'doctor' you mentioned?"

"I, I..." Rocket Raccoon seemed a little hard to speak, but he still pursed his lips and said: Those hallucinations you saw before, those tree roots and so on, were actually caused by drugs. "

Rocket Raccoon stretched out one of his paws, and Quill saw a small vent between his claws. Rocket Raccoon retracted his paw tremblingly, and said, "The doctor called it 'fear gas. ', just a little bit, can make people swallowed by fear."

"So, you tricked us here?"

"Damn, I didn't know he was going to do this at all! I thought the test he said was just stuffing some monsters in that steeple-shaped building for you, or walking through a maze or something, he played too much Already!"

Rocket Raccoon lowered his head, as if blaming himself very much. He thought he would wait for Quill to scold him, but at this moment, Quill held his head down again and said to him, "Shh... did you hear that? ?”

"What?"

"Puff, puff, puff..."

The sound was getting closer and closer, and Quill felt his hair stand on end, but he didn't see anything in the darkness. He looked around, but he didn't find his travel bag, even the mountaineering bag. As for the lighting equipment he wants to find now, he doesn't even have it.

But at this time, Rocket Raccoon stretched out his other paw, and a ray of light appeared. He looked up at Quill and said, "If we get out alive, you can do whatever you want with me, but we have to leave first This place."

"I think so too."

Quiel listened carefully to the source of the sound, then pointed at the back of Rocket Raccoon and said, "There, what's there..."

Rocket turned his head abruptly, pointing the light on his paw at the place Quill pointed to, but there was nothing there ~IndoMTL.com~ except for the damp tunnel walls.

"No, no, no." Quill closed his eyes with some pain, a pain that his perception did not match reality bothered him, he grabbed Rocket Raccoon and hugged him, staggering towards He ran in the opposite direction from where the voice came from.

"What the **** did you see?"

"I don't see anything!"

"Then why are you running?"

"Because I can't see it!"

Quayle ran with Rocket Raccoon all the way, ran up the subway station, crossed the turnstile, and quickly ran up the elevator that was out of service.

The moment he saw the light again, what appeared in front of Quill was a grand sunset in a world swallowed by monsters.

The golden light shone on the end of the quill pen that was stained with ink, and the tip of the pen lightly fell on the paper, even the text was illuminated golden, but the content written on it fell into deeper and deeper darkness.

"Twilight is always called the moment of encountering the devil, but I have never seen such an evil and terrifying scene in any twilight. They are the masters of this world.

It's not Dante's Divine Comedy, I'm pretty sure of it, because in this horrible twisted and chaotic scene, I can see their unique and vibrant ecological order.

But I know that it's just the appearance, that certain thoughts have been bothering me, that I can sometimes feel it but can't see it, that I've been peeping through the tubes and never knowing the whole thing, still hidden in the In the shadows of dusk.

They are calling to me, stretching out their arms from the darkness, wanting to embrace me, just like the stars I saw on the day I was born. "