Chapter 154: Attack lead (six)

In the abandoned shrine, the color of the surface of the worm turned from white to beige, and then gradually turned deep, eventually turning into a brown like the scarring of the wound.
After the color change stopped, another few minutes later, the insects suddenly broke open, and thousands of fingernail-sized pieces fell to the ground. The brown pieces were very dry, and they were very neat when they landed. In the man inside the donkey.
The appearance of this third-level derivative is in his thirties. Male, with soft lines on his face and a medium hair, looks like a pretty gentleman. The suit he wears is the player's newbie suit. .
After coming out of the worm, he moved his neck with a blank expression. At this time, he did not have a right arm. The right shoulder was a very flat incision. The cross section of the incision could not see flesh and blood. It was just a piece of hair. With a low-light plane, close observation, you can also see very fine data flow on its surface.
"Cut... it’s still the same..." He sighed quite uncomfortably, and went to the corner of the room and picked up the clay pot on the floor.
His right arm cannot be generated as an entity with other data of the body when entering the script, so every time he has to wait for the body to be materialized, he will find it and connect it.
There is a narrow space pocket behind the can of the clay pot, similar to the players' pockets, but the space disappears when the arm comes out from the inside. The right arm of this derivative is like a baggage that can't be carried around and can't be split. When you return to the script, it is directly in the form of physical form and squeezes in from the space crack.
He took the arm out of the jar and attached it to his shoulder. When the two cross-sections of the light came into contact, the entire area on the right side of the body of the derivative was distorted, without any physical collision. A wall close to the side is steeply sunken and the surface presents an irregular undulation.
After the connection was completed, he tried to wave his arm and then looked at his right hand and said: "So many times... the running-in time has not shortened for a second..." He can feel when he does not have his arm attached. To the position of the arm, you can also know how long it takes for this set of data to be coherent with the body.
In short, it takes a while for the third-level derivative to recover to 100% of its combat power. Now this arm seems to grow on him, but there is still no way to make it.
"it hurts……"
"So sad……"
"help me……"
Suddenly, the cockroaches rang out in the ears of the derivatives. He frowned slightly and looked down. I saw the ground of this house, I do not know when it has been covered with the horrible ghost of blood.
The ghosts came from the floor under the wall, as if they were dying in the mire, some of them only showed their heads, and some of them were half-body, and their hair was scattered on the face, pale, in the eye sockets. They are all black holes, no eyes, half-opening their mouths, and their hands are stretched like a drowning person trying to catch something... The ghosts are not loud, it sounds like a painful struggle. It’s just a cry for help, but that’s how it’s infiltrated... At the moment, the ghosts are on the floor of the entire house, and the deriving brother’s brother has almost no place to stay. Soon, the ghosts stretched out and grabbed him. Several hands grabbed his ankles, and some came out and pulled his clothes.
"Is the wave ss of this script using illusion..." His scorpion lit up and there was a glimmer in his pupil. "Oh... it seems quite awkward..."
In the next second, he bent his knees and made a very light bounce. This seemingly inadvertent jump, let him get rid of the shackles of the ghost hand, and directly hit the beam with a difficult movement that turned straight for a week and a half.
A gray ghost hides on the beam. This monster is exactly the same as the one that the seal does not encounter. It has not been able to make any attack before it is hit by the derivative with a punch in the left hand.
The third-level derivatives can use a different perspective from the player to see the world in the script. They can turn the scene in the eye into a semi-data semi-entity state, and can also achieve a certain range of perception. Therefore, hallucinations are ineffective for them, far less threatening than actual power and speed.
"Weird... The four-level guy hasn't solved the wave ss yet?" he thought, pulling his leg and kicking his toes over the top of his head. The roof of the shrine was smashed at the time, and a tyrannical impact broke through a large hole, and the size of the hole was enough to let the jump out.
After leaping to the roof, he had a sly moonlight in his eyes. Of course, for the derivatives, the light is a very minor observation condition, even in the dark house, he saw it very clearly.
There is a dry well in the courtyard of the shrine.
At this point, on the well edge, the head of the fourth-level derivative is being placed.
"What a joke..." He whispered, his body moving and swept forward. The whole entrance fell from the air, and the two feet stood firm and stood firm.
Before coming to the head, he said, "What happened?" It seems that he knows that the head can communicate with himself.
"I...goed...the other side...the world..." The state of the head was like a broken radio station.
Although the fourth-level derivative is the weakest level among the derivatives, according to common sense, its combat power will never be worse than the script ss (not all the world is suitable for the derivatives to enter, such as the world will never appear derivative The situation in front of us is very abnormal.
"I have... finished... data... broken..." He couldn't say a complete sentence: "It puts me... put this... let you..." The words come here, in the well The competition slammed out a stunned claw and dragged the skull down.
The third-level derivative who stood at the well was also the first to encounter this situation, and he immediately began a series of logical analysis. First explored the position of the players and gm, these guys are still on the way to the mountain at this moment, the situation in front of them is obviously not related to them; then try to establish communication with the wave ss data level (the benchmark of the third-level derivative is It can drive some intelligently lower script ss, so x-23 once directed Dr. Ashford's variant), and the result failed.
"If you still don't understand what I mean, I will say it myself." Suddenly there was a thick, distant voice in the dry well: "I put his head here, just let you put it smart, don't try Enemy with me." (To be continued)