Dalton twisted his neck, making the sound of a noose rubbing against each other. The blood vessels on his neck bulged. Dalton bared his teeth, and the muscles on the back of his neck tightened. He broke off his own horn, and the broken horn pierced into Crocodile's cheek.
Crocodile's eyes turned ferocious. Sticky fine sand leaked out of his palm, like an inverted hourglass, and quickly wrapped Dalton in it.
The struggling body swayed left and right, but it couldn't break free from the sand prison. Soon, it shriveled up and fell to the ground like a mass of yellow carbamide belt. The sand fell off and drifted away, revealing a mummified corpse that had been twisted into a twist. It was too horrible to look at.
"Heh …"
A low sneer came from the darkness. Yarlin suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the body that was woven by strands of black threads. All the organs inside the exposed chest were tissue formed by the accumulation of black threads. What was particularly strange was that the skeleton of the whole body was formed by the wriggling shadows, as if it did not have a physical body, but it was clearly converged into the shape of a skeleton.
"Yin Snake Cartilage!"
A term came to Yarlin's mind. He pouted his half-formed thin lips, and the gleaming alveolar bones were like black holes. "I can't be considered a human anymore!"
Yarlin closed his eyes again, and the network of the army's consciousness appeared in his mind. Countless flickering or suddenly extinguished light spots represented the reincarnated bodies that were breathing or had died. Within a month, his body could not leave the embryo, but his consciousness could cross the space and arrive at any reincarnated body at any time.
Inside the inverted pyramid.
Hodgdon, whose bones and muscles were all broken, was placed in a fishbowl-shaped biochemical pool. Several soft metal brackets were wrapped around his body, and various needles of different thicknesses were inserted into his body. A steady stream of nutrients was delivered into his body, reconstructing a circulatory system in his body, and the various vital signs on the instruments were slowly stabilizing.
"What a frighteningly tenacious vitality!"
Adams's electronic eyes flashed with astonishment. He stared at Hodgdon's naked body and let out a strange laugh. Then, he injected the improved fourth-generation rust worm into Hodgdon's heart bit by bit. Soon, as the blood pump worked, the blood flowing back in the needle was dyed an abnormal silver.
An astonishing and bizarre change was taking place in Hodgdon's body. Under the microscope, the red cells and the silver egg-shaped cells were rapidly fusing. Some of them were dead and motionless, but the other part was perfectly fusing. Numerous spikes grew out of the round cell membrane. Then, like a school of fish that smelled blood, the spikes devoured and decomposed the dead cells.
On the surface of Hodgdon's body, the blood vessels under his skin revealed a dark silver luster. The pores on the surface of his skin actually overflowed with viscous liquid iron. Very quickly, the liquid iron joined together and wrapped around his body like a layer of liquid skin.
On the other side, a dark silver sarcoma about 15 centimeters long had grown on the broken arm of the accelerator. The white bones echoed in the sarcoma. The fourth-generation rust worm was also perfectly parasitized in his body.
He stared at Hodgdon silently. Suddenly, his pupils were densely covered with black lines. When he looked up again, his pupils were pitch black. He reached out and clenched his fist. The other broken arm began to secrete mucus and granulation tissue at an accelerated rate. A dark silver arm intertwined with blood grew out at a speed visible to the naked eye.
It was like a work of art that was a mixture of machinery and flesh, full of the beauty of strength. Then, in the next second, the liquid iron secreted from the pores completely covered his whole body with a metallic luster. It was indescribably cold and strange.
The accelerator glanced at Adams and Culeja who were immersed in the experiment and unaware of it. Then, he walked to the control panel and stared at the projected image. He stared at Smoker's tightly knitted face and sneered. Then, he suddenly turned into a silver light and disappeared.
"Is there still no news about Yarlin?"
Smoker looked at the various intelligence materials collected and sorted out below word by word. The more he looked, the darker his face became. He didn't believe Yarlin's nonsense from the bottom of his heart. He had a shadow in his heart about that man. He didn't believe that Yarlin died so easily.
He had already confirmed Vivian's identity. She was indeed the princess who was rumored to be dead. After observing and interacting with her for some time, he verified some of the things that Vivian had said with the information that he had collected. There was a high probability that all the accusations that she had said were true.
"Let's not talk about whether Yarlin is really dead or not." Smoker bit off the cigar in his mouth, and the residue fell on the table. He clenched his fist and slammed the picture of Crocodile holding a cigar on the table. "Crocodile of the Seven Warlords of the Sea is indeed a big problem. I'm afraid that this guy is really behind the war and turmoil in Alabasta."
Whether it was a conspiracy theory or a keen sense of smell, Smoker loved to observe those hypocrites who pretended to be righteous with colored glasses. Usually, the results would not disappoint him. The more "righteous" they were, the more disdainful they were.
"The situation in Alabasta has recently changed. Cobra's strange death, the change of the royal family's power, the violent turmoil in Michigan compared to the Death Army, the death of the rebel army leader Kou Sha, and the sudden appearance of Crocodile to expel the invasion force of the Magnetic Drum Kingdom by himself … Hey, if all these things are strung together, the biggest beneficiary is Crocodile!"
In the spirit that whoever benefited was the biggest suspect, Smoker waved to the adjutant and asked, "What's the latest situation?"
"… After Crocodile destroyed the army of the Magnetic Drum Kingdom, the entire rebel army was divided into two parts. One part was recruited by Crocodile, and the other part fled into the mountains led by Farafula. At the same time, the Fourth Army has withdrawn from the theater of operations, making it clear that they are willing to listen to the advice of the national hero Krikdal and return to the leadership and command of the royal family. The remaining Second and Third Military Regions are resting and there is not much movement. The turmoil in the entire Alabasta seems to be calming down quickly." The adjutant glanced at Princess Vivian, who was sitting at the table with a cold expression, and continued to report, "Whether it is official, civilian, or even in the army, Crocodile is now regarded as the national hero of Alabasta and even the only true patron saint. With many appeals, he may directly take over the vacancy after Michigan's death and become the next prime minister of Alabasta, ruling the political arena. I suspect that the Fourth Military Region has been infiltrated and controlled by Crocodile's forces long ago."
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