Chapter 138
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The noise in the primeval forest was too loud, and it continued. It was as if something huge was wreaking havoc in the forest.
"It's useless. It's useless. No matter what you do, you can't stop me. Hahahaha …"
Bishop Maia's arrogant voice was accompanied by a strong gust of wind. As he waved his arms, the blue halo carried the power to crush all the mutated trees and creatures around him.
The ground was covered in blood and flesh of various colors, as well as bones and limbs.
Bishop Maia's figure was like a terrifying demon god.
Perhaps it was just as he said. There was nothing that could stop him.
Now that he was close to the swamp, he could feel the strong touch of another ancient mark through his Mark of the Deep Sea.
It was in the depths of the swamp that was shrouded in thick, viscous fog.
Bishop Maia came to the shore of the swamp.
There was only thick fog here, and the environment was not as noisy as before.
It was as if there was no life in this place.
The arrogant expression on Bishop Maia's face gradually faded. The twisted face at the back of his head looked thoughtful. It seemed like he was thinking.
Bishop Maia then sneered with disdain.
He was not a brainless person.
Even with the power of the Mark of the Future, he was still cautious.
He had lived for too long and had seen too many things.
Old men who did not die were thieves.
Perhaps it was a fitting description for him.
Bishop Maia found a giant tree and placed it in the middle of the swamp.
He then stepped on it. All he needed to do was to push his feet into the swamp, and he would be able to generate a huge force to move deeper into the swamp.
.....
Bishop Maia floated in the swamp for about ten minutes before he finally arrived at an unusual place.
Or rather, it was a place that gave him a different feeling.
The turbid, viscous liquid in the swamp had reached a glue-like state.
The trunk of the tree under Bishop Maia's feet could no longer stay afloat.
There was still thick fog in front of him, as if there was no end to the swamp.
Bishop Maia sensed that something was wrong.
Even the twisted face at the back of his head felt the same.
It was full of fear.
He looked around at the glue-like liquid in the swamp.
The next moment, a faint glimmer appeared on the surface of the swamp.
Fear. Great fear appeared in Bishop Maia's heart.
How could this be?!
He bore the mark of the future!
Gulp!
Pustules appeared on the surface of the swamp, emitting green light. Eyes that looked like pus emerged from the water one by one.
Horrifying, terrifying, and extreme malice spread to Bishop Maia.
Fear appeared on his face.
What the hell is this …
The connection between imprints would never be wrong. Could this be the current imprint?
Huala!
Waves appeared on the surface of the water, and the green light made people flustered.
Bishop Maia turned around abruptly and saw a creature with a twisted gelatinous structure. It had a lot of green eyes and was already close to him.
It was a nightmarish black figure. Its amorphous body emitted a foul stench as it wriggled and flowed forward …
Bishop Maia felt that his fragile mind was being stimulated to the extreme.
That was something that would make one's eyes pop out of their sockets and go crazy.
It was like an amorphous mass of protoplasmic bubbles. The pus-like eyes were constantly forming and dissolving on the surface of the mud-like body.
It was a life form that challenged the limits of one's mind.
Bishop Maia could no longer hold back and activated the power of the deep sea.
The blue ripples had never shone so brightly before.
The next moment, a violent wind pressure and an explosion appeared in front of Bishop Maia.
The big blob of mud-like things was directly affected, shrouded, and smashed into pieces.
Splat!
A large amount of viscous liquid splashed into the swamp.
Bishop Maia gasped for air and looked around with fear lingering in his heart.
"I bear the power of Boyin. I am invincible. Nothing can stop me …"
“Tekeli-li! Tekeli-li!”
Suddenly, a series of such voices rang out, coming from underwater.
Those frightening green eyeballs were still there, one after another, densely packed together. It was a terrifying sight.
Bishop Maia knew that those eyes were embedded on the surface of the mud-like protoplasmic bubbles. They were constantly forming and disappearing.
In other words, there was no telling how many of those things were under the swamp.
"Who do you think I am? I bear the will of Boyin …"
Bishop Maia bellowed.
The blue halo appeared again and enveloped him from head to toe.
He unleashed all his physical strength.
With him as the center, the tree trunk he was standing on pressed down about a meter. The liquid in the swamp was pushed away.
The air around him was filled with a lot of explosions and loud sound waves.
The body of the unique creature under the swamp was directly crushed, turning into a large amount of gray and green biological tissue fragments that merged into the swamp liquid.
A minute later.
The gelatinous state on the surface of the swamp was gradually alleviated.
Ripples began to appear on the surface of the water. It was just that the gray and green tissues on the surface looked a little strange.
Bishop Maia gasped for breath. Even he could not unleash that kind of power a second time.
“Tekeli-li! Tekeli-li!”
The nightmarish voice rang in Bishop Maia's ears once more. It was frightening, but at the same time, there was a hint of mockery in it …
Bishop Maia's face was filled with shock.
The amorphous protoplasmic substances floating on the surface of the water started to come alive as if they had a life of their own.
It was as if even if they were smashed into pieces, they could come back together and form a new life.
Bishop Maia saw the most horrifying scene.
The smashed biological tissues reorganized themselves in an instant and returned to their original mud-like structure.
And on top of that, a new change was launched to target Bishop Maia.
Green tentacles filled with sticky, polluted, and rotting properties pierced towards Bishop Maia from all directions.
Bishop Maia's expression, reflected in the green light, was one of unprecedented panic.
.....
The mist was still there, and it was still thick.
At the entrance of the swamp, a figure slowly walked out of the swamp.
It was the body of a little girl.
There were still some green eyeballs on her skin.
But as she walked toward the town, the eyeballs on her face gradually changed shape.
It was like stuffing a piece of human skin into it.
But in fact, the cells were reorganized in an instant, simulating various forms and organs.
The simulated human shape.
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