Thriller Paradise Chapter 154: The protagonist of the attack (6)

In the abandoned shrine, the color of the pupa surface changed from white to beige, then gradually darkened, and finally turned into a blood eggplant-like brown when the wound was scarred.

After the color change stopped, a few minutes later, the chrysalis suddenly broke apart, and thousands of fragments the size of fingernails fell to the ground. The brown fragments were very dry and very neat when they fell. Not contaminated with the man in the pupa.

The appearance of this third-level derivative is in his thirties. He is male, with soft facial lines and middle hair. He looks quite gentle. The costume he wears is actually the player’s. Novice clothes.

After coming out of the chrysalis, he moved his neck expressionlessly. At this time, he did not have a right arm. There was a very flat incision on his right shoulder. No flesh and blood could be seen in the cross section of the incision. It's just a gleaming surface. If you look closely, you can see very fine data streams flowing on its surface.

"Cut... still the same..." He said in a rather unpleasant tone, walked to a corner of the room, and picked up the clay pot on the ground.

His right arm cannot be generated as an entity together with other body data when entering the script, so every time he has to wait for the body to be actualized, he finds out his hand and connects it to it.

There is a narrow space pocket behind the mouth of the clay pot, similar to a player’s luggage, but when the arm comes out of it, this space will disappear. The right arm of this derivative is like a piece of luggage that cannot be carried or disassembled. When returning to the script, it is directly squeezed in from the gap in space in physical form.

He took his arm out of the jar. On one's shoulders, when the two luminous cross-sections touch. The entire area on the right side of the derivative body was distorted. In the absence of any physical collision, a wall close to that side was abruptly recessed, and the surface showed an irregular undulation.

After the connection was completed, he tried to wave his arm, and then looked at his right hand and muttered: "So many times... the running-in time hasn't shortened even one second..." He can do it without connecting his arm. When you feel the position of your arm, you can also immediately know how long it will take for this set of data to complete the synchronization with the body after connecting it.

In short. It will take some time for this third-level derivative to regain 100% combat power. Now the arm seemed to grow on him, but he couldn't use his full strength yet.

"It hurts..."

"So uncomfortable..."

"Save me..."

Suddenly, one after another groans sounded in the ears of the spinner, and he frowned slightly, then looked down. I saw that the floor of this room was covered with terrible ghosts covered in blood at some point.

Those ghosts came through the wall from under the floor. It was like a dying person in a quagmire. Some of them showed only their heads, and some of them appeared half-length. Their hair was scattered on their faces, their faces were pale, and their eye sockets were all black holes. Without eyeballs, half-opened mouth, with hands stretched out, he looks like a drowning man trying to catch something...

The groans of the ghosts were not loud, they sounded just the cry for help from the struggling to be in distress. However, this is how it penetrates...

At this moment. These ghosts are already on the floor of the whole room, and this derivative brother almost has no place to stay. Soon, the ghosts stretched out their hands to hold him, a few hands grabbed his ankle, and some leaned out and grabbed the corners of his clothes.

"Does the SS of this script use hallucinations..." His eyes lit up, and there was a dim light in his pupils, "Huh...it seems quite cunning..."

The next second, he flexed his knees slightly and made a very light bounce. And this seemingly inadvertent jump caused him to get rid of the shackles of the ghost hand, and jumped directly onto the beam with a difficult movement of turning over for a week and a half.

A gray ghost is hiding on the beam. This monster is exactly the same as the one Feng Bujue encountered. Before it could make any attacks, it was "exploded" by the derivative with a punch from his left hand. Up.

The third-level derivatives can see the world in the script from a different perspective from the player. They can turn the scene in their eyes into a semi-data and semi-physical state, and they can also achieve a certain range of perception. Therefore, the illusion is nothing but a virtual reality to them, and it is far less threatening than actual power and speed.

"Strange...Has the guy at Level 4 not solved the SS yet?" He raised his leg and kicked while thinking, and his toes moved easily over his head. The roof of the shrine was lifted at that time, and a tyrannical impact broke through a large hole, the size of which is large enough to make people jump out of it.

After jumping to the roof, he saw a hazy moonlight in front of him. Of course, for the Derivatives, light was a very secondary observation condition. Even in the dark room, he could see it very much. clear.

In the courtyard of the shrine, there is a dry well.

At this time, on the edge of the well, the head of the fourth-level derivative is lying.

"What are you kidding?" He whispered, and moved forward. The whole person fell suddenly from the air, touching the ground with both feet, and standing steadily.

When he came to the head, he said, "What happened?" It seemed that he knew very well that the head could still communicate with himself.

"I... went to... the other side... the... world..." The head was speaking like a broken radio station~ IndoMTL.com~ Although the fourth-level derivatives are among the derivatives The weakest level, but according to common sense, its combat power will never be worse than the script SS (not all worlds are suitable for derivatives to enter, such as the world of Thunderbolt, there will never be derivatives), the current situation is very abnormal.

"I have...finished...data...broken..." He could no longer say a complete sentence: "It put me...in...this...let you..." That's it At that point, Jing Zhong suddenly stretched out a Senran ghost claw, dragging the head down.

The Level 3 Derivative standing by the well also encountered this situation for the first time, and he immediately began a series of logical analyses. First, I checked the positions of the players and the GM. These guys are still on the way up the mountain. The current situation is obviously not related to them. Then they tried to establish a data-level communication with the SS (the benchmark of the third-level derivative is OK. Drive some scripts with low intelligence, SS, so X-23 once commanded a variant of Dr. Ashford), but it failed.

"If you haven't understood what I mean, I'll say it myself." Suddenly a deep, distant voice came from the dry well: "I put his head here to make you smarter , Don’t try to be my enemy."