Chapter 358: Chapter 358 Unclean Ecstasy (20)_1
“What on earth is this thing?”
The scene before her undoubtedly disgusted Lanaia immensely.
However, this was only the beginning.
Long strips of flesh burrowed out from the severed neck, and from the tip, they began to swell silently, like a balloon being inflated little by little.
Soon, it took on a rough human shape.
But that was just a rough shape.
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This thing only had the outline of a head and limbs; not only was its entire body without a single hair, but the proportions also looked extremely awkward and uncomfortable.
The surface of the body didn’t even have skin, just a mesh of tendons stretched and bulging, overlapping into deep folds.
The most striking feature was at the head, which had no eyes, nose, or mouth to speak of; in their place, the tendons spread outwards like petals, and from the center oozed a shiny liquid.
The bizarre structure and weird colors made anyone who glanced at it feel as if their mind was transforming, with all sorts of desires being crazily induced.
Mythical Form?
The term naturally popped into Fu Qian’s mind.
When dealing with Old Master Logan before, he had once exhibited a complete Mythical Form.
Of course, that one wasn’t as disgusting as this.
Come to think of it, he didn’t seem to have a specific Mythical Form yet; he’d probably have to wait until after integrating a characteristic.
This kind of form, close to the essence of power, had a considerable impact on the mind when directly observed.
But as a Demigod, without the gap in tiers, the effect wasn’t as big.
After all, if he could withstand Old Master Logan’s explosive transformation, then this current impact was just a trifle.
Unfortunately, Lanaia was not so composed.
As a Middle Tier Transcendent, the impact of this scene on her was quite evident; the difficult-to-control ecstasy returned, stronger than before by several times.
The surging lust almost became tangible, causing an irresistible itch on the surface of her skin, making her want to scratch it open and let the desires flow out.
It wasn’t just her; as this thing unfolded before everyone’s eyes, the quieted group in the room became more intense in their actions.
They not only entangled with each other but also began to undergo physical mutations.
The aberrant tree Lily had transformed into let out a mournful cry and crashed to the ground almost instantly.
At the same time, more branches tore through her body, wriggling across the ground in every direction.
“Mythical Form, watching too much might make you grow one accidentally.”
After carefully observing the surroundings, Fu Qian finally answered Lanaia’s question.
…
As an Academy Instructor, Lanaia was naturally familiar with Mythical Forms.
In fact, she had already guessed it, but the creature before her was just too revolting for her to want to believe it subconsciously.
Now, with the verification from Fu Qian, the Demigod, she no longer doubted it.
She was quite aware of the power of Mythical Forms and knew it was much more complicated than just randomly growing something from excessive viewing.
So Lanaia’s response was also very decisive.
A second later, a dark golden glow emerged on her palm, flowing like water across her body’s surface.
Without hesitation, Lanaia flicked her wrist, and the dark golden light condensed into spikes, piercing straight into Ian’s chest.
Not bad at all.
Disregarding the time she was instantly killed by Li Weixuan, this was the first time Fu Qian saw Lanaia seriously take action.
Just a glance was enough to feel the invincible sharpness of the strike.
In terms of fierceness, it was not much less than a full-strength attack by Li Weixuan, and its speed was also impressively fast.
And as expected, Lanaia’s strike successfully hit the chest of the monster before them.
Crackle!
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Like cracked and failed leather, this strike actually pierced completely through the monster’s chest.
Not only that, but the layers of membrane near the wound, like rubber bands stretched to their limit, quickly inverted and tore open an even larger hole after a breach occurred.
Hm?
Lanaia clearly hadn’t expected the effect to be this good and couldn’t help but stare at the rapidly expanding wound.
The torn fascia continued to churn around, a mesmerizing swirl of colors intertwining in a vortex that made one loath to look away.
“Close your eyes.”
The next moment, a voice sounded by her ear, and before Lanaia could react, her head was smacked to one side.
“What are you doing?”
Lanaia, both shocked and angry, turned to look at Fu Qian, but before she could say anything, she felt a burning sensation on her face, as if her skin had been scorched.
“Said if you looked too much, you’d grow an extra one.”
Fu Qian said offhandedly.
“Don’t try to resist.”
At this moment, the voice emanated from the body with severed head and chest, sounding completely different from Ian before.
Every rise and fall of tone seemed able to easily disturb one’s mind.
“Are you so obstinate? Look at the form of my existence—this is the true form of a Demigod.”
“Of course, speaking of which, I should thank Professor Fu for helping me get rid of that tiresome burden.”
“You’re welcome, how do you feel now?”
Fu Qian’s tone was like that of an academic discussion.
“Fantastic! I can now confirm that this is a higher form of life. All bonds have ceased to exist for me.”
“Even in my estimation, this is more special than ordinary Mythical Forms, because so far, I feel no loss of control.”
“This is an unequivocally right path.”
Swish!
“Can’t you have a serious discussion? Why resort to such boring tricks?”
“Is the honor of a researcher so easily cast aside by you?”
As Fu Qian spoke, he shook his head; from his left hand, more than ten black and red tentacles shot out in all directions, accurately piercing a circle of foreheads.
As Ian spoke earlier, this group had quietly drawn closer to him.
And similar to the strange fascia on Ian’s body, it also began to appear on theirs, creeping towards him.
I really am…
Witnessing this scene, Lanaia had the most intense reaction.
Seeing the tentacles emerging from Fu Qian’s arms, her expression bordered on catatonic.
Have I been hit by some sort of hallucinatory impact? Why isn’t there a single normal one around?
Meanwhile, Ian also paused, then burst into deranged laughter.
“Professor Fu doesn’t seem to be much better than me. Just as unsightly, no wonder you’ve kept your Demigod status a secret.”
“But it’s pointless, even if you kill them all. As long as desire exists, so shall I.”
“Including my current form, it is merely a specific manifestation.”
“Professor Ian’s words seem rather presumptuous,”
Fu Qian said, shaking his head calmly.
“Practice is the sole criterion for testing truth.”
As he spoke, in an incomprehensibly fast motion, he was already standing by Ian’s side.
The next moment, Fu Qian’s hand plunged directly into the wound that Lanaia had made.
Visceral Critical Strike.