What's going on?
Is this little thing a Parasitic Soul Worm?
Dean was stunned for a while before he recovered. He looked at the little thing on his chest. If it was a Parasitic Soul Worm, he only had Splitter's Parasitic Soul Worm in his body, but it had died long ago. Although Splitter's Parasitic Soul Worm seemed to have resurrected when the golden sarcoma appeared last time and turned into a black slimy lifeform, the feeling it gave him still couldn't be regarded as a "lifeform".
But the blade-like furball on his chest was quite different from Splitter's Parasitic Soul Worm in appearance. One was long while the other was round. The difference was too big. However, there were some similarities between the two, which were the extremely sharp spikes that could be seen with the naked eye.
But, wasn't Splitter's Parasitic Soul Worm swallowed by the golden sarcoma? Where did it come from?
Thinking of the golden sarcoma, Dean recovered and hurriedly looked at his torn right arm. His face suddenly changed. He saw pale golden blood gushing out from the golden sarcoma on his right arm. In addition, there was also a touch of pale gold in the blood at the cut surface of his shoulder. He looked around his body and almost cursed out loud. He saw that everywhere that the blade-like furball crawled, there was a touch of pale gold flowing down.
And this pale gold mixed with the blood and scattered to every part of his chest. But because it was scattered widely, the color was very light. If one didn't look carefully, it would be impossible to notice.
Dean couldn't help but swing the sharp blade and cut a gully on the ground. His face was extremely ugly. The reason why he cut off his right arm in such a hurry was because he was worried that the golden sarcoma would spread to his body. He didn't expect that it would spread.
He was furious. Looking at the Sharp-Edged Furball on his chest, he felt more and more that it was a scourge. He had not noticed where this thing had come from, but the faint golden traces it had left behind where it had crawled was enough to prove that it had come from the golden sarcoma. Although he did not know how the golden sarcoma had given birth to such a thing, just its origin was extremely dangerous!
The most annoying thing was that he felt that he was cheated by this golden sarcoma.
This thing was clearly frozen by his right arm, but it unexpectedly bred something similar to a Parasitic Soul Worm without a sound, and even let it burrow into his body without him knowing.
He had been using his X-ray vision to check on his right arm from time to time, but he didn't notice anything strange. Until now, he didn't know if the Sharp Blade Furball had already crawled out of the golden sarcoma and was hiding in his body, or if it had crawled into his body when he cut off his right arm. However, no matter what it was, he wasn't in the mood to find out.
Putting aside the problem of the furball, he had no idea how to deal with the golden substance that had dispersed into his blood.
If it was said that he could think of a way to remove the golden sarcomas that had gathered before, but now that they were scattered throughout his body, how was he supposed to get rid of them all?
If I don't clean it up, will this thing reproduce? Will it grow stronger day by day?
At this moment, even Dean himself felt that he was already a dead man. His body was invaded by an unknown thing, but he couldn't resist. This feeling made him sullen and helpless. Even when he faced a strong enemy in the past, he had never been so tangled and depressed. Even if the enemy was several times stronger than him, he could still run away, and if he couldn't run away, he could still hide. It was okay to endure for a while, but now that the crisis had invaded his body, there was no way to hide, and there was no way to solve it. He could only wait, the kind of waiting for death.
He thought of all the difficulties he had faced in the past, and all the people he had defeated, but now he was defeated by an unknown little thing. This made him feel a little funny. However, it was not that there were no similar examples in history, and he felt even more bitter in his heart. There were famous generals with outstanding military exploits, but they fell to their deaths while riding a horse, and there were profiteers who were rich enough to rival a country, but they contracted an incurable disease. Was this fate?
Dean was so pessimistic not without reason. The feeling of the golden sarcoma rushing into his brain was still fresh in his memory. It was as if his consciousness was going to be taken away. Even after ten or a hundred years, he wouldn't forget it. Now that the golden sarcoma had divided and returned to his body again, perhaps it would grow stronger again and invade his brain again. At that time, he wouldn't have the energy to resist it all the time. Moreover, it was very difficult to resist this kind of thing. Once it mixed into his blood, he wouldn't be able to stop it even if he wanted to.
After all, he couldn't stop the blood supply to his brain. If he did that, he would be brain dead in less than a quarter of an hour.
After being depressed for a long time, the pain in his right shoulder brought Dean back to his senses again. He remembered that his right arm was torn, but it was not completely cut off. The wound was horrible, and he didn't have time to bandage it. He smiled bitterly and looked at his right arm. The corner of his mouth twitched. Finally, he took back the sharp blade that was stabbed inside, held his right arm back, and smeared the healing medicine on the wound. Then, he used the gauze from the small clinic to bandage it.
At this point, it was meaningless to continue to cut off his right arm. Previously, he could isolate the golden sarcoma by cutting off his right arm. Now that the golden sarcoma had entered his body, and the unknown little thing was also there, if he could take his life, it would be enough.
However, he left his right arm, not because he was giving up on treatment, but because he thought of another possibility, or a glimmer of hope.
"The frozen part of the right arm can freeze the golden sarcoma. Wait for the golden sarcoma to gather again and want to invade my brain, then I can count on the frozen part to block it." Dean held a glimmer of hope in his heart. If the frozen part extended to his neck, even if the golden sarcoma in his body gathered again, it would be able to block it from invading his brain. But in this way, he would inevitably have to absorb the cold crystal again.
Absorbing the cold crystal alone was not a problem, but now he was not afraid of the infected, but the splitter.
At first, the infected could directly absorb the cold crystal to strengthen his physique, but the result was that the infected couldn't digest the side effects of the cold crystal 100%, which led to his right arm being frozen and almost crippled.
Now there was no need to harmonize the infected's magic mark. If he directly absorbed the cold crystal, then most likely it would be a big problem.
But if the magic mark was replaced by the infected's magic mark, not to mention that the physique would be weakened by a lot. Moreover, whether the infected's magic mark was in the giant wall or not was another matter.
Dean had a headache thinking of these problems. He applied the healing medicine to the wound on his right shoulder and looked at his chest. The little thing was curled up inside, but it was very peaceful.
He reached out and touched the soft skin, but it was very stiff. The little thing was poked a few times, but there was no response.
Dean was thinking for a long time, but there was still no result. He sighed in his heart and was about to get up. But he saw his reflection in the moonlight. There were a few sharp blades swaying behind him. He was startled for a moment, but then remembered that he was still in the state of the splitter. In other words, his magic mark was not invalid! But the little thing was obviously occupying his chest, so how could there be no response?
There was a trace of doubt in his eyes. He thought for a moment, then untied the demonic body. He held the Splitter and entered the demonic body again.
The sword melted and covered his whole body. This time Dean saw the little thing tremble slightly when the sword melted. After a moment, his demonic body stabilized.
Dean looked down and found that there was not much change in his body. Through the reflection of the moonlight, he could see that the shape of his back was the same as before. While he was in doubt, the sharp blades on his back fell to the ground next to him. Dean's face suddenly changed. He saw the front and edge of the blades had a touch of pale gold.
"The golden substance spread to the demonic body so fast?" Dean was shocked. The speed of the spread was too fast. He was not aware of it. Moreover, the golden substance could spread to the sharp blades on his back. It meant that it could invade his brain effortlessly!
His heart was cold as he thought of this. At this moment, his brain was still in a state of blood supply. The golden substance that was wandering in his body was mixed with a very small part of the blood and passed into his brain. He couldn't detect it at all. After all, x-ray vision didn't mean that he could see microorganisms.
Dean was stiff for a moment, but slowly recovered. He looked at the pale gold substance that was spreading around his body. He asked himself in his heart, "Is this thing so smart? Does it know how to lurk and use wolf tactics? After all, this thing was just something similar to a bacterium. At the very most, it was just a parasite. How could it have such a brilliant and cunning mind?
His heart was a little comforted as he thought of this. In any case, he didn't feel anything strange.
Speaking of the strangeness, his heart moved, and he quickly felt his body. He could only feel very limited by just looking at it without moving. He looked for a while, and then began to run in place. Generally, a serious illness could not exercise, and would attack when exercising. Dean also wanted to see if there would be any symptoms in his body when he exercised strenuously, so that he would not be caught off guard during a fight.
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