Dean put away the bow and arrow and stared at it. After confirming that it was really dead, he quickly approached it, pulled out the dagger, and cut the place where the arrow had penetrated. Blood suddenly gushed out, soaking the sand into dark red.
He put his palm into the wound and soaked it in Splitter's body, waiting for the Parasitic Soul Worm to feel his body temperature and crawl over automatically. Otherwise, he didn't know how long it would take for him to dissect such a huge body and search everywhere.
However, he could use such a simple and crude method to collect the Parasitic Soul Worm, mainly relying on his "Defiler" magic mark. The hidden ability of the "Defiler" magic mark was revealed when he was still a junior hunter, and that was the extraordinary immunity to most viruses!
Even if he was bitten by an Undead or soaked in the blood of other monsters, he would not be infected. This was difficult for other hunters, even senior hunters were no exception!
The boiling blood of the monster was sticky and slippery. Dean slightly frowned, quietly waiting, but his heart was a little nervous.
Time passed minute by minute.
Five or six minutes later, Dean suddenly felt a slight numbness on the back of his hand, as if he had been stabbed by something. At the same time, there was a soft horny tentacle-like object passing through the back of his hand, drilling along the back of his hand, sending bursts of tearing pain.
Dean quickly retracted his hand, and suddenly saw a horrifying scene. There was a dark red worm lying on the back of his hand, with very small needle-like tentacles at the front. It was relatively hard, and it was cutting the surface skin of the back of his hand, drilling into it. Below the seemingly round body, there was a row of very short pointed feet, helping it to crawl into the back of his hand.
Such a disgusting scene made his scalp tingle. His body's instinctive reaction was to shake off the insect, but he endured it. At the same time, his heart was relieved. Although this insect was a little small, its appearance was similar to the Parasitic Soul Worm he had seen in the Great Splitter's body. It was just that he was too far away to see it clearly, but now he could clearly see the structure of its body. It was a bit like a fleshy centipede, but its legs were shorter and thinner than a centipede's. Hiding under its body, it looked like it was naked.
"Splitter's Parasitic Soul Worm..." Dean took a deep breath, raised his right hand, and stared at the Parasitic Soul Worm that kept drilling into the back of his hand. Such a strange scene made his eyelids twitch slightly, but when he thought of the great power the latter could bring, he endured the nausea. He pursed his lips, didn't say a word, and watched the whole body of the Parasitic Soul Worm drill into the back of his hand.
As it drilled into the back of his hand, the wound on the back of his hand did not bleed, and the wound seemed to heal quickly.
But the back of his hand was protruding in the shape of a worm, twisting and crawling rapidly along his arm.
Dean's face was ugly. He raised his arm, watching the worm in the protruding skin quickly crawling toward him, as if it wanted to enter his brain along his shoulder. Such an illusion made his heart suddenly shiver, and he hurriedly grabbed his throat with both hands, tightly squeezing it. At the same time, he paid attention to the movement of the little worm. He saw it crawling to his right shoulder, straight up along the shoulder collarbone. Although he could not see it from this angle, he could feel the feeling of countless thin feet crawling along the collarbone, like a large group of connected ants.
This feeling made his hair stand on end, and a large layer of goosebumps arose on his body.
Soon, the worm crawled to the throat that was squeezed by his palm, and at the edge of his palm, he could feel the skin below protruding, touching his palm.
Dean's face changed. He did not expect that the place this Parasitic Soul Worm wanted to parasitize was his brain!
What a joke!
He clenched his throat, and the other hand bent and flicked.
The protruding skin was flicked, and Dean could feel the disgusting crawling movement through his throat, extending down along his throat, and soon came to his chest. He quickly tore off his shirt, looked down, and suddenly saw a worm in the middle of his chest. The worm wriggled and crawled, but it did not crawl toward the magic mark of the Defiler in the middle of his chest, but turned a corner.
The direction it was moving toward seemed to be the heart?!
Dean's pupils shrank, and his heart was filled with anger. What was going on with this Parasitic Soul Worm? It was not the head, but the heart. Both were the core of his body. Once it was damaged, he would die instantly. This was not parasitism, it was simply taking his life!
He raised his hand to block the protruding skin, so that the Parasitic Soul Worm could not move forward. At the same time, his other hand had quickly pulled out the dagger. His heart was angry, puzzled, and more frightened. If this thing sank into his body, it would be difficult for him to catch it. He even regretted why he let this thing drill into his body. Or was it that the way he replaced the magic mark was wrong?
He was ready. Once this thing sneaked under the skin, he would immediately stab it. Even if he was seriously injured, he had to kill it!
After he blocked the way with his palm, the Parasitic Soul Worm hidden under the skin suddenly crawled along the edge of his palm. Dean immediately moved his palm, and wherever it went, his palm intercepted it.
After repeating this for a few minutes, the Parasitic Soul Worm under the skin seemed to understand that it was futile to continue. It slowly changed its direction, crawled toward the magic mark of the Defiler in the middle of his chest, and slowly sank.
Dean was relieved when he saw this, but he had some doubts. Why didn't the Parasitic Soul Worm go to the magic mark of the Defiler in the beginning? Instead, it went straight to the two most fatal places on his body, as if it knew in advance that these two places were his vital points. Was it a characteristic of the Parasitic Soul Worm itself? Or was the physical difference between him and the Defiler too big?
Or was this Parasitic Soul Worm also aggressive?
His face was uncertain. He stared at the magic mark of the Defiler on his chest. He saw that the red blood vessels of the Defiler's magic mark quickly shriveled after the Parasitic Soul Worm crawled over. It didn't take long for the shriveled skin of the red blood vessels to slowly bulge again, but the color was not red, but dark black. At the same time, the shape was not a round blood vessel, but a layer of cuticle like tissue, and the shape also became a rhombus-shaped triangle.
Dean wanted to reach out and touch it, but suddenly felt a little dizzy, and his eyelids were heavy. He was shocked in his heart. He wanted to bite the tip of his tongue to refresh himself, but his thoughts became very chaotic and heavy. Before he could bite the tip of his tongue, his whole body was weak, and he couldn't hold up his eyelids. His eyes turned black, and he fainted.
In the darkness.
Time was in a trance.
Dean woke up abruptly. He turned over and sat up from the ground. He hurriedly looked around and saw that the six Splitters were still lying on the other side of the cave. He was relieved, but soon he was stunned because he found that the bodies of the six Splitters were emitting fiery red heat, as if there was magma flowing in their bodies, emitting a huge amount of heat.
How could the heat be seen?
He was startled for a moment, and suddenly thought of something. He looked down and saw that the blood vessels of the Defiler's magic mark on his chest had been replaced by a long black but protruding rhombus-shaped magic mark. He reached out and gently touched it. It was not soft like before, but hard and sharp, like a piece of scale.
This was the magic mark of the Defiler?
The replacement was successful?
He blinked his eyes and turned his head to look at the six splitters again. Once again, he saw the scarlet heat emitted from their bodies. When he looked at the dead splitter beside him, there was only an extremely weak heat emitting from its body. It was like the embers in the ashes that could be extinguished at any time.
"This is the ability of the magic mark of the Defiler? Thermal vision? No, in addition to thermal vision, there is also dark vision. Wait, does it mean that my magic mark of the Defiler is still there? " Dean's heart jumped. Dark vision was one of the signature abilities of the Defiler's magic mark. He looked around and found the dagger that he was previously holding. He immediately used his nails to cut the hilt.
The hilt of the dagger was intact without any scratches.
Dean was startled. There was some disappointment in his eyes as he smiled bitterly. It seemed that he had thought too much. The dark vision should be one of the abilities of the magic mark of the Splitter. Moreover, the dark vision also had thermal tracking ability. No wonder the Splitter was able to find the magic claw crocodile that was hiding in the swamp.
"This is a good tracking ability. It can basically observe all the lurking monsters in the surroundings. Even the cold-blooded creatures are no exception. The cold-blooded creatures also have body temperature, especially the heart." Dean was happy in his heart. His visual organization had been greatly improved. Most of the other aspects had also evolved. However, there was no record of the magic mark of the Splitter in the Monster Atlas. There was no way to understand it. He could only rely on himself to slowly explore and observe in the future.
He twitched his nose and sniffed the air. Suddenly, he heard a rustling sound, as if countless insects were crawling around him. His expression changed as he looked around, but he didn't see any tiny red shadows. There shouldn't be any insects lurking around him. However, when he sniffed carefully, he could clearly hear a very subtle sound. This sound was very strange. It sounded like countless grains of sand flowing, but also like the sound of water splashing.
After more than ten minutes, Dean finally figured out the source of the sound. It was from the smell!
In other words, he could smell the smell!
It could also be said that he could smell the smell of the smell!
"Could this be the extremely rare synesthesia that only appears once in a hundred million in medical science?" Dean had read a lot of knowledge from the super chip. Naturally, he was most concerned about the medical aspect. Therefore, he knew about the term 'synesthesia'. The symptoms were just like the literal meaning. The human body's senses were mixed up! The reason why he had such a judgment was because he could still hear the rustling sound even when he blocked his ears. Moreover, he could hear it most clearly when he sniffed.
"My vision has evolved from the original 'dark vision' to 'night vision' and 'thermal vision'."
"Smell and hearing are mixed up. The range of smell has been reduced. It's not as far as the magic mark of the Defiler. But I can smell the sound emitted by the smell. If combined with my ears, the range of smell is equivalent to the range of my hearing. It seems that my perception ability will reach the extreme within my hearing range. Basically, no monster can hide from me."
"The eyes, nose and ears have evolved. But the mouth doesn't seem to have changed much."
"There are changes in the body. My fingernails and toenails have become harder. They are not like human fingernails, but more like metal blades. I haven't found any abnormalities in other parts of the body."
After a period of sorting out and sensing, Dean classified his changes. He was extremely satisfied with his current abilities. It was worthy of being a legendary magic mark. Although the range of perception was not as far as the Defiler, but within a certain range, it was like a skynet that formed an absolute perception field. His sense of smell and hearing could distinguish all the hidden sounds and smells. His vision could see the monsters hidden in the soil. It could be said that there were no blind spots! Unless some monsters had an extremely special lurking ability, they could hide from his eyes.
This kind of perceptive ability was much stronger than the average magical creatures that were bestowed names with perceptive abilities! However, it was not surprising for the Splitter. After all, the Splitter's own evolution direction was based on extreme attacks. In addition to the body structure and posture, the perception must also reach the corresponding level. Otherwise, the strength of the Splitter would not be able to find the opponent. If the enemy could easily escape, then it would not be worthy to be called a legendary monster.
The so-called legendary referred to reaching the top in all aspects, and reaching the extreme in one aspect!
Such a monster could be called perfect, and also called legendary!
"The perception is so strong. According to the evolution route of the Splitter, the combat ability of the magic mark should be even more terrible..." Dean's eyes flashed. There was some eagerness in his heart. However, at the moment, he was pressed for time. He didn't have time to think about it. He stood up and walked to the six Splitters at the other end of the cave.
The six Splitters were lying on the ground. Their bodies were gently twisting. When they saw Dean coming over, they squeaked.
Dean was very familiar with this posture. It was the appearance of begging for food.
He didn't pay attention to it. He grabbed the tail of one of the Splitter and dragged it to the side. He grabbed the dagger and stabbed it in the vital part of its body.
The splitter struggled fiercely, twisting its body, but it was held tightly by Dean. After rolling a few times, its struggle gradually weakened, and it stopped moving.
Dean saw that it settled down. He twisted the dagger a few times to stimulate the wound. Seeing that there was still no reaction, he loosened his hand and cut open its body. The internal organs and other organs suddenly gushed out. Blood flowed like a flood, flowing everywhere.
This time, Dean didn't dare to rashly reach out his hand to search for the Parasitic Soul Worm in the boiling blood of the monster. Without the extraordinary resistance of the magic mark, even if it was a legendary magic mark, he was not sure if he could resist the germs and other small parasites on the body of these monsters.
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