Pirate's Brood Order

Chapter 341 National Hero

The neck twisted and the noose squeezed the friction sound, every blood vessel was violent, Dalton bared his teeth, the whole skin on the back of the neck was stretched and hard, and he snapped his own horns, half-broken horns. Stubble bit Krokdal’s cheek bitterly.

As the gravel faded, Krokdal’s eyes sullen, and the thick, fine sand leaking out of his palm, like an inverted hourglass, quickly wrapped Dalton in it.

The struggling and twisting body swayed from the left to the right but couldn’t break free from the shackles of the sand. It quickly dried out, like a ball of yellow urea falling heavily to the ground, and there was no movement. The gravel fell off and fluttered, revealing the twisted shape. The mummy is terrible.

“Heh~”

With a low sneer in the darkness, Yallin suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the prototype of the body woven by the black thread. All the organs inside the exposed chest are tissues formed by the accumulation of black threads. What is especially strange is that the skeleton of the entire body is actually condensed by the shadow of the creeping, as if there is no entity but it clearly converges into a bone shape.

“Yin snake cartilage!”

A term popped into Yallin’s mind. He tried his hard work on the half-thin lips that were not fully formed, and the gleaming alveolar bones looked like grieving black holes. “I can’t be considered a human at all!”

Yarlin closed his eyes again, and the network of Legion consciousness appeared in his mind. The countless flashing or sudden extinguishing light spots represented the breathing transformant or the dead life. Within a month, his ontology There is no way to leave the conceived embryo, but his consciousness can reach any transformant across space at any time.

Inside the inverted pyramid.

Horqidon, whose skeletal muscles had broken into a paralyzed slime, was placed in an aquarium-like biochemical pond. Several soft metal brackets were wound and fixed to his body. Various needles of different thicknesses were inserted into his body, continuously transporting them. Nutrients rebuilt a circulatory system in his body, and the various life indicators monitored on the instrument are slowly stabilizing.

“Tough and shocking vitality!”

Adams’ electronic eyes flashed with surprise, and he stared at Hockeddon’s naked body with a weird smile, and then injected the improved fourth-generation rustworm into Hockeddon’s heart little by little. Soon, as the blood pump worked, the blood returning from the needle tube was stained abnormally silver.

Some amazing and weird changes are taking place in Horqeton’s body. Under the observation of the microscope through the tube, the red cells and the silver egg-shaped cells are rapidly fusing. One part died and stood still, but the other part The perfect fusion grew countless spikes on the rounded cell membrane, and then, like a school of fish smelling blood, swallowed and decomposed the dead cell corpses.

On Hocheton’s body surface, the blood vessels under his skin reveal a dark silver color. The pores on the skin surface are overflowing with viscous molten iron and quickly connect into a piece, like a layer of liquid skin. Wrapped outside his body.

On the broken arm of the accelerator on the other side, a 15 cm long dark silver sarcoma tissue has grown, and the white bones echoed in the sarcoma. The fourth generation of rustworms also parasitized perfectly in his body.

He stared at Hochedon silently. Suddenly, the pupils of his eyes were densely covered with black lines. When he raised his head again, the pupils of his eyes were completely dark. He stretched out his hand and clenched his fist. The other severed hand accelerated the secretion of mucus and granulation tissue, almost with naked eyes. At a visible speed, a dark silver intertwined bloody arm grew out.

It was like a mechanical and flesh-and-blood artwork, full of beauty of power, and then the iron liquid secreted from the pores in the next second completely covered his whole body with the color of steel, indescribably cold and mysterious.

The accelerator glanced at Adams and Kuleha who were immersed in the experiment without noticing, then walked to the console and stared at the projected scene. He stared at Smog’s tightly curled face and smiled coldly. The body suddenly turned into a silver light and disappeared in place.

“Is there still no news from Yallin?”

Smogg looked at the various intelligence materials of Alabastan collected and sorted out below, and the more he looked at his face, the darker his face became. From the bottom of his heart, he didn’t believe in Yarlin’s nonsense. He had a shadow on that man, and he even more. I don’t believe that Yarlin died so easily.

He has confirmed the identity of Yu Weiwei. It is indeed the princess who has been rumored to have died. After these observations and contacts, some things in Weiwei’s mouth and the information he collected have verified each other. It is highly probable that all the accusations she said are likely to be true.

“Leave aside whether Arlin is really dead.” Smogg bit off the cigar in his mouth, and the scum butt fell on the table. He slammed his fist on the picture of Klockdal with the cigar on the table. , “Krokdal of the Seven Martial Seas under the King does have a big problem. I am afraid that there is really a shadow of this guy behind the war and turmoil in Alabastan.”

Whether it is a conspiracy theory or a keen sense of smell, Smogg likes to use tinted glasses to observe hypocrites who advertise justice, and usually the result will not disappoint him. The more “justice”, the more people. The teeth are cold.

“The situation in Alabastan has recently undergone a sudden change. Cobra has a strange death and the royal family’s power has changed. Michigan is more turbulent than the death army. The death of the rebel leader Koza eventually broke the army blockade. There is also Krokdal. Suddenly appearing to expel the invading troops of the Drum Kingdom with their own power…Hey, if all these things are connected in a line, the biggest beneficiary of them is Krokdal!”

In line with the suspicion of whoever benefits, Smogg beckoned to the adjutant and asked, “How is the latest situation?”

“… After Krokdal destroyed the army of the Drum Kingdom, the entire rebel army was divided into two parts, one part was summoned by Krokdal, and the other part was led by Farafra into the deep mountains; at the same time, the Fourth Army had already withdrawn. The war zone clearly expressed its willingness to follow the advice of the national hero Crickdal and was placed under the leadership of the royal family. The remaining Second and Third Military Regions were put to rest. There was not much movement. The turmoil in the entire Alabastan seemed to be There is a tendency to calm down quickly.” The adjutant glanced at Princess Vivi, who was sitting at the table with a cold expression, and continued to report: “Whether it is official or civilian or even in the army, Krokdal is now regarded as Alabastan. His national hero is even the true only patron saint. Many appeals that he may directly take over the vacancy after Michigan’s death and become the next prime minister of Alabastan, ruling the political arena. I suspect that the Fourth Military Region was defeated very early. Rockdale’s forces are infiltrated and controlled.”