Lord of the Silver Crow

Chapter 855 Sea of Flesh

The huge tentacles covered by the white spider silk like a hunting net were cut into pieces after nearly 40% of the spider silk was broken.

A burst of freshness, full of dynamic fragments.

Each spider silk is like a hook, pulling up the cut pieces and dragging them towards the direction of the crack.

However, at this very moment——

A scene that shocked Yago emerged.

A huge mouth.

If the tentacles that crushed the dragon and covered everything just now were described by the sky, then...

This huge mouth full of fangs is like the earth.

The huge scarlet mouth suddenly emerged——

from below the ground.

Or, from the sea?

Sea of flesh and blood.

In Yago's vision, a large area, almost within the scope of his vision, was shrouded in scarlet.

water? No, the ocean, the endless bloody ocean.

This piece of scarlet instantly replaced the earth.

And in this scarlet body, in the blood-colored ocean, the water is all soft and rotten, almost fluid things.

Viscous blood.

This piece of scarlet that stretches as far as the eye can see, its true body is a sea of flesh and blood.

That huge mouth protruded from under the blood-colored sea.

One has no stable outline and is soft and liquid. It can only be roughly seen as a head of some kind of beast, which is somewhat similar to the heads of the few giant dragons just now.

However, its size is far larger than the three giant dragons that appeared earlier.

Whether it's the huge tentacles with a magnificent scene that covers the sky, or the terrifying giant spider that opens a crack in the sky and sticks out its spider legs, they are all smaller in comparison.

.world?

The huge head far beyond Yago's imagination is not enough to describe it as mainland.

world.

material world.

The only close comparison that Yago could think of was this.

The huge head protruding from the sea of flesh and blood bit the crack in the sky.

For some reason, Yago thought of the word bait.

intuition?

It's just that Yago didn't think about it carefully. The huge head protruding from the sea of flesh and blood suddenly tore open an exaggerated angle that normal creatures would not appear.

The huge straight opening, the surging blood, densely formed rows after rows of tens of thousands of dense fangs in the huge mouth, and then, with the bite movement, violently stabbed down. .

In the huge crack in the sky, facing all this, the terrifying white giant spider made a movement that Yago didn't expect.

Retreat, shrink.

The four spiders moved faster than the giant mouth, and quickly retracted into the crack.

Huge cracks, healed shut in an instant.

And those flesh and blood fragments formed by cutting off the tentacles, the blood and flesh that were either stuck or hung on the spider web, fell down.

The huge head protruding from the sea of flesh and blood, the huge dragon head, swallowed all the fallen flesh and blood in one gulp.

It made Yago feel as if it wasn't going to attack the terrifying giant spider at first.

It's not just the flesh and blood, but also the giant dragon.

Except for the giant magma dragon at the beginning, the rotten giant dragon that was crushed, and the leak-free giant dragon that was almost shattered in the impact, lying on the side with countless cracks like porcelain

a mouthful.

The huge mouth protruding from the sea of flesh and blood directly swallowed both of them into Yago's astonishment.

Because the pollution was exhausted, Yago, who was directly destroyed and aborted the construction of the Paradox Mystery after the Fate Weaver appeared, did not move at this time.

In other words, he has no ability to move at all.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have given up like dying.

Just like this, Yago watched the head of the giant dragon emerge from the sea of flesh and blood, and swallowed the two giant dragons that appeared before.

Because of the exhaustion of pollution, Yago, who was still in a state of dying and unable to resist, just watched like this.

Will this huge unknown monster swallow him too?

And when Yago came up with this idea, a sense of panic struck.

A huge monster with a head like a dragon's head. On the head made of liquid flesh and blood, the part that seems to be the eye is focused towards Yago.

A sense of agitation, a sense of conflict.

His own silver blood, as if he had been summoned, flickered a beautiful illusion like starlight at a frequency that Yago couldn't control.

Yago's body is completely composed of silver blood.

At this moment, he felt as if his body had completely lost control.

He was also able to observe that the blood of silver was rapidly blackening at a flying speed.

But, nothing can be done.

Yago was powerless and unable to resist.

Even if it is the card of the playmaker, at this moment, there is no answer that can solve the situation, and it is in a rare and common state of silence.

but

Contrary to Yago's expectation, what Yago didn't expect at all was that after looking at him, the terrifying creature sank into the sea of bulging and wriggling flesh and blood.

Have you been ignored?

Yago couldn't believe it when the land of the Phantom Realm gradually recovered in his vision.

Why? Why are you still alive?

This question popped up in Yago's mind.

not qualified?

Is there any value in using it?

Don't bother with the value?

Difficult to digest?

Is it good to eat it?

poisonous?

One after another, as Yago could think of, the reasons why he was noticed but not killed emerged in his mind one after another.

Is it his own specialness, or is it the monster's own problem?

Yago has never been so entangled.

Even in the face of death, just now, when he lost almost all means and methods of escape, and he himself was about to give up all resistance and wait for death, he was very calm.

But now, after being safe, after surviving by chance, he became entangled instead.

And in this case, when the pollution in the body slowly recovered and Yago gradually regained his strength, a voice sounded in Yago's ear:

Fast, right?

In Yago's field of vision, a figure appeared.

A. Knight.

With complicated emotions, Yago looked towards the source of the voice.

An armored knight riding a strange mount resembling a warhorse.

The armor on the armored knight is gray and white, with a sense of hazyness, just being there, it seems to be integrated with the surrounding fog.

Other than that, they were all very ordinary knights who seemed to be seen everywhere.

However, this feeling

Yago resisted this feeling immediately.

However, at this moment, the voice of the other party sounded again: