Chapter 182: Bloody Battle with

The blood-colored tentacles that flashed with strange light exuded a sharp aura that made people's hair stand on end.

It seemed that these were not tentacles made of flesh and blood, but sharp spikes made of steel.

Thousands of tentacles rolled back.

Like the waves of a sea of ​​blood, it brought a bloody storm all over the sky.

The clown Ailin, who was surrounded by billions of tentacles, was pierced by thousands of tentacles at the same time before he could make any moves.

Like thousands of arrows piercing his heart, he was nailed directly to the blood carpet.

"Kingpin", who was hidden in the darkness of the slaughter hall, saw the figure pierced by the thousands of tentacles he had transformed, and a trace of cruelty flashed in his eyes that were almost covered by circles of fat.

Just when he wanted to control the thousands of blood-colored tentacles that pierced into the body of the clown Ailin, opened his "mouthparts" to suck the powerful and mysterious flesh and blood of the clown Ailin, and turned it into the nourishment for his own evolution.

Hiss...

Accompanied by the sound of paper tearing.

The clown Ailin, who was stabbed to pieces by thousands of blood-colored tentacles, blurred for a moment, and turned into a pale paper man in the shocked eyes of "Kingpin".

The smiley face specially drawn on the face of the paper man was facing "Kingpin", as if silently mocking something.

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"How terrible..."

"If I were really stabbed by so many disgusting barbs, wouldn't I be sick to death?"

Just then, a faint voice came from the dark slaughter hall.

Ailing, with a clown mask on his face, stood on the body of a beef cattle with a mark on its buttocks, looking at the paper man outside that was instantly torn into pieces by thousands of furious tentacles, patted his chest, and acted like he was afraid.

But the obvious ridicule in his words made people not think that the clown Ailin was really afraid.

Following the sound, he soon found the clown Ailin who had sneaked into the slaughterhouse at some point.

Feeling that he had been fooled, "Kingpin" instantly felt an uncontrollable anger rising in his heart.

The next second.

In his body that looked like a huge meat ball, countless blood-colored tentacles seemed to be enraged and squirmed rapidly, like a red wave.

Under the surging red wave, the blood and flesh on Kingpin's body that were forcibly plundered from different corpses seemed to come alive.

Under the weaving of the blood-colored tentacles, it quickly turned into a huge palm over two meters long.

Almost at the moment of formation, the rotten giant palm composed of countless rotten meat and dry bones slapped Ailin, the clown not far away, fiercely.

Through the [Crystal Eye] above the right eye socket, Ailin, the clown, has slightly adapted to the abnormal darkness in the slaughterhouse.

At this time, it can be clearly seen that there are worm-like creatures in the huge palm, which are constantly wriggling.

The moment he saw the bloody worms.

Under the exaggerated smile of the clown Ailin, the hair suddenly stood up.

"Worms again..."

The moment he saw the worms, the clown Ailin subconsciously remembered the worm disaster that he had stopped not long ago.

At the same time, it also made Ailin recall the experience of being killed by the evil god priest who jumped out of the corner.

Damn it!

Could it be that Jin Bing was also contaminated by the worm evil god that the evil god priest believed in, so he lost control and became deformed!

In a flash.

The clown Ailin quickly memorized the evil god who used worms as a symbol.

If Jin Bing's deformation is also related to that evil god.

Then things will be troublesome.

No.

To be precise.

This world is in danger.

Being able to spread pollution in the Marvel world one after another means that the evil god may not be far away from the Marvel world.

For Ailin.

This is not good news.

"Pah!"

Without waiting for Ailin to think too much.

The rotten giant hand carrying endless stench slammed down towards the position where Ailin was.

"Baji..."

Accompanied by a huge muffled sound.

The beef cattle under Ailin's feet should be regarded as a reserve food by Jin Bing, and they were directly beaten into a pool of meat mud by the rotten giant hand.

Blood splattered everywhere.

And Ailin, who should have been smashed together with the beef cattle, turned into a paper man with a weird smile and extreme ridicule in Jin Bing's anger.

Just when the rotten giant hand smashed Ailin's paper man substitute again.

With pins hanging all over his fingers, Clown Ailin threw a huge package directly and accurately next to Kingpin's huge head.

"Surprise!"

"You attacked me so many times, enjoy the little gift I brought!"

In the center of the huge meat ball.

After seeing the package thrown by Clown Ailin.

Kingpin's fat face, which looked more and more hideous, seemed to reveal a trace of fear.

The gift given by Clown Ailin to Kingpin was nothing else.

On the way here, he robbed a gang's arsenal and searched all the grenades from their base camp.

And the pins in Clown Ailin's hand were the safety pins of those grenades.

"Humph!"

Looking at the big bag of grenades thrown at his face, Jin Bing, who had previously withstood the clown Ailin's explosive flying knife, did not dare to be careless.

It was different from the ordinary flesh and blood that was blown into pieces by the explosive flying knife before.

His brain.

Although it was no longer Jin Bing's fatal flaw at this time, it was also the place he least wanted to get hurt.

Because...

The brain was the last sustenance of Jin Bing's only trace of rationality.

If the brain was destroyed.

Jin Bing, who had already undergone irreversible deformation, would completely lose the last trace of rationality.

He would fall into madness and become a monster that only knew how to devour flesh and blood to evolve.

At that time, Jin Bing would no longer be "Jin Bing".

Such strength was not what Jin Bing wanted.

In an instant.

The rotten giant hand that killed the clown Ailin's paper man substitute directly retracted and blocked in front of Jin Bing's huge head, covering Jin Bing's head tightly.

At the same time.

In a place close to the rotten giant hand.

In the mass of rotten flesh and blood on the body of "Kingpin", a hideous bloody mouth suddenly opened from the mass of flesh and blood.

It bit and swallowed the "bomb gift package" thrown by the clown Aylin!

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Boom!

Accompanied by a loud noise.

A huge blood mist suddenly exploded.

The thick blood mist, mixed with countless blood and flesh fragments, was directly swept in all directions by the huge shock wave.

In the slaughterhouse, the huge flesh mass with a length of more than ten meters was also violently exploded, and a huge pit with a diameter of about two meters was blown out.

Even though Kingpin's body was extremely huge at this time, this huge pit still occupied a large part of his body.

In that huge pit.

One by one, the charred blood-colored tentacles twitched slightly, twisted and squirmed constantly, as if trying to relieve the "severe pain" in the body.

"Good opportunity."

Using the resentful love thread inserted into the ceiling, the clown Ailin who fell in the slaughterhouse had no intention of letting Kingpin go.

With a flip of his wrist.

The two explosive flying knives that had appeared in the clown's hand once again appeared on the clown Ailin's right hand.

Flicked violently!

The two powerful flying knives, like two black lightnings, quickly drew two arcs in the air, and then shot into the huge pit that had just been blown out by the clown Ailin's bomb.

The next second.

The deafening explosion sounded again.

This time, countless limbs and broken arms were directly blown out of Kingpin's huge body that had been blown out with a big hole.

For a while, blood waves flew.

Even the clown Ailin was splashed by the overwhelming blood waves.

"This smell... It's really terrible."

Smelling the stench that was splashed on his body, the face under the mask of the clown Ailin twitched slightly.

This was a mixture of the stench of decaying human and pig and cow corpses.

It almost made Clown Ailin vomit the overnight meal he had eaten last night.

"So, I really don't like fighting with guys like you..."

While speaking, Clown Ailin, with a sharp look in his eyes, raised his right hand to the ground, and then opened his five fingers and clenched the huge rotten meat ball in front of him!

Go to hell!

Disgusting guy.

Puff!

The next moment.

Under the spiritual control of Clown Ailin, the resentful love threads that were dancing around Kingpin's huge body like a smart butterfly suddenly shrank.

The silver silk thread, as sharp as a blade, instantly cut off huge pieces of rotten flesh and blood on Kingpin's huge body.

"Roar!"

With the help of Clown Ailin, "Kingpin", who successfully lost weight, let out an angry roar.

The resentful love thread that was about to continue cutting inward was directly forcibly stretched open by thousands of blood-colored tentacles.

At the same time, blood-colored tentacles instantly broke out from Jin Bing's rotten body and rolled towards the clown Ailin not far away.

With a slight mistake in his steps, the clown Ailin, who seemed to be strolling in the hail of bullets, nimbly dodged the blood-colored tentacles that shot at him.

Then he turned around and waved the resentful love thread, and started cutting.

Once again, large pieces of rotten flesh and blood were cut off from Jin Bing's body.

Again and again!

Every time, the clown Ailin could accurately avoid the blood-colored tentacles in front of him and the sharp barbs piercing the ground.

In the space filled with blood-colored tentacles, he found a ray of hope.

While moving sideways and turning, the clown Ailin used the sharp characteristics of the resentful love thread to continuously cut off the blood-colored tentacles in front of him.

At the same time,

The other end of the resentful love thread also turned into a deadly love thread, constantly cutting off huge pieces of flesh from Kingpin's huge rotten body.

Pieces of huge blood clots emitting a foul odor were constantly cut off from the monster.

And under the pulling of bloody tentacles, they were stuffed back into Kingpin's rotten body.

"No..."

"We can't continue to consume like this."

On the scene, the clown Alin, who seemed to be in a state of madness, was not happy at all.

Even though he seemed to have suppressed Kingpin now.

And constantly weakening him.

But in fact, in the clown Ailin's spiritual vision, the huge aura of the monster "Kingpin" has not weakened too much at this time.

The injuries he caused to him before may only be some superficial injuries at most.

In other words, these rotten flesh cut by himself are not as important as imagined to Kingpin, who has become a monster.

But think about it.

Those flesh and blood that are directly plundered from the corpses of other creatures and used to fill the rotten parts of his body, how important can they really be?

It seems that if you want to deal with this big guy, you have to find his body core.

"What a trouble!"

"If it weren't for the resentful love thread unwilling to devour these polluted and corrupted flesh and blood, how would it be so troublesome to deal with such a monster composed entirely of flesh and blood?"

Thinking of this, the clown Ailin glared fiercely with an unpromising look, and the resentful love thread that was constantly cutting off pieces of flesh and blood from Kingpin's body.

Then thought.

"It would be great if the monster was here. With the monster's appetite, no matter how much flesh and blood Kingpin has, it won't be enough for it to eat..."

The resentful love thread paused slightly after being glared at by Clown Ailin, and a sense of grievance inexplicably emerged from the silver-white thread.

The pause of the resentful love thread.

It directly caused a part of the blood-colored tentacles that should have been cut off by it to pass through its defense line and appear in front of Clown Ailin who was about to move.

Hmm.

Seeing the blood-colored tentacles blocking his way, Clown Ailin's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

Before he could manipulate the resentful love thread, he opened up a way forward for himself again.

A palm woven by blood-colored tentacles suddenly jumped out from the ground and grabbed Clown Ailin's ankle, who stayed for a second longer.

The next second.

A terrifying force that could crush steel instantly erupted from the bloody palm, directly pinching the clown Ailin's ankle with a "crack" sound.

"Paper man substitute!"

After sacrificing another paper man without hesitation.

The figure of clown Ailin exchanged positions with the substitute paper man he had deliberately scattered in the slaughter room before, and appeared in another position in the slaughter room.

Feeling the severe pain from the ankle.

The clown Ailin, who had just appeared, had a slightly condensed face.

Although he had just used the ability of the paper man substitute to avoid the subsequent attack of the bloody palm, his ankle was still injured by the bloody palm.

Based on the severe pain from the ankle.

Clown Ailin judged that even if the bones of his right ankle were not crushed, they must have been fractured.

Along with this severe pain, the right ankle of clown Ailin was also congested and swollen at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Such an injury will undoubtedly greatly affect Ailin's next battle.

“I was careless…”