Chapter 465:

His wife screamed: Nothing she knew could stop this monster-no prayer, no pleading, no power to control it. In the hut, Mick woke up, his outstretched arm suddenly twitched and dried the dishes and the lamp on the table.
They smashed.
Judd woke up.
The screams outside stopped. The woman disappeared into the forest from the door. Any tree, no tree is better than this. When the giant's thigh lifted another step, her husband still let a series of prayers come from his leisurely mouth. The plate hopped and hit the dressing table. A clay pipe rolled down from the mantelpiece and shattered in the ashes of the hearth.
Lovers know the sound of their substance: that thunder.
Mick reached for Judd and hugged him on his shoulders.
"Look," he said, his teeth were blue-gray in the darkness of the cabin. "Look? Look?"
There was a hysterical bubble in his words. He ran to the door and tripped over the chair in the dark. Curses and bruises He staggered into the night-thunder and deafening. This time it broke all the windows of the cabin. In the bedroom, a roof joist cracked and dropped debris downstairs. Judd is at the door with his lover. The old man was now lying face down on the ground, his sick and swollen fingers curled up, his begging lips pressed against the moist soil.
Mick looked up at the sky. Judd stared at him.
There is a place without stars. It was the darkness of a human figure, a vast and expansive human frame, and a giant flying up to greet heaven. It is not a perfect giant. Its outline is not neat. It boiled and swarmed.
This giant, he seems to be broader than any real man. His legs are unusually thick and strong, and his arms are not long. When they squeezed and released their hands, their torso seemed strange and overly delicate. Then it raised a huge flat foot and placed it on the ground, taking a big step towards them.
Prosperity-This step causes the roof to collapse on the hut.
Everything the thief said is true. Popolak is a city and a giant. It has entered the mountain. Now their eyes are used to night lights.
They can see how this monster is constructed more terribly. It is a masterpiece of ergonomics: a person composed entirely of people. In other words, it is a sexless giant composed of men, women and children. All of the citizens in this woven giant's body twisted and tensed, their muscles stretched to the breaking point, and their bones almost broke.
They can see how the architect subtly changed the proportions of the human body. How is the thing held to lower its center of gravity; how its legs are made to bear the weight of the torso like an elephant; how the head hangs down to the broad shoulders, thereby minimizing the problem of neck weakness.
Despite these deformities, it is still very realistic. The body that is tied together to make its surface smooth is bare, just for restraint, so that its surface shines under the stars, like a huge human torso. Even if simplified, the muscles are well replicated. They can see the way the rope-like bodies push and pull each other in the solid rope of flesh and bone. They can see the bodies of people entwined: turtle-like backs come together to clean the breastplate; there are knotted and knotted acrobats at the joints of arms and thighs, rolling and relaxing to clearly Express the city.
But what is certain is that the most amazing sight is the face.
The cheeks of the body; the spongy bags under the eyes staring at the head, five of each eyeball tied together. The broad, flat nose and open and closed mouth with the jaw muscles gather and dent rhythmically. From that mouth, there are bald children's teeth everywhere, and the giant's voice is now only a small copy of the power of the past, and only speaks a bunch of idiot music.
Popolak left, Popolak sang.
Is there the same picture in Europe?
They looked at Mick and Judd, and took another step towards them.
The old man wet his pants. He was vague, begging, and dragged himself from the dilapidated hut into the surrounding trees, dragging his dead legs.
The British stayed where they stood, watching the spectacle. Now there is neither fear nor alarm for them, only awe makes them take root. They knew this was a sight they would never see again. This is the culmination-only common experience afterwards. It's better to stay. Although death is approaching every step, it is better to stay and see what remains to be seen. If this monster is killed, then at least they will catch a glimpse of a miracle, and in this short moment they will know the terrible majesty. It seems to be a fair exchange.
Only two steps away from the cottage. They can clearly see the complexity of its structure. The faces of citizens became thinner and thinner: pale, sweaty, and tired. Some people dropped from their seat belts, their legs swinging back and forth like hanged. Others, especially children, have stopped obeying their training and relaxed their posture, so that their body shape is degenerating and they are beginning to see the boiling of rebellious cells.
However, it is still walking, every step is an immeasurable effort of coordination and strength.
Prosperity-step into the hut earlier than they thought.
Mick saw that leg was raised. Seeing the faces on people's shins, ankles and feet-they are as big as he is now-all the big people have chosen to bear all the burden of this great creation.
Many people died. Under his feet, what he saw was a puzzle of broken corpses, crushed to death under the weight of his compatriots.
The feet dropped hoarsely.
In just a few seconds, the hut was turned into debris and dust.
Completely cover the sky. In a moment, the whole world, heaven and earth, its existence is full of senses to overflow. At this close range, one eye cannot enclose it, and the eye has to move back and forth in its mass to absorb it all. Even then, the mind refuses to accept the whole fact. The rotating shards of stone fell from the hut and fell on Judd's face. On his head, he heard a fatal knock, like a ball hitting a wall: a playground death. No pain: no regrets. Like a lamp, a faint and insignificant light; his cry of death disappeared, and his body was hidden in smoke and darkness. Mick neither saw nor heard Judd die.
He was busy gazing at his steps, stopped in the ruins of the hut, and his other foot swelled up the will to move.
Mick seized the opportunity. He yelled like a banshee, running on his legs, eager to embrace the monster. He stumbled in the wreckage, then stood up again to bleed, reached for his foot, and was thrown away. When the message reaches the feet, it must move and breathe in pain. When the legs began to lift, Mick saw the muscles of the calf bundle marry. When the limbs started to leave the ground, he stabbed one last time, grabbing a seat belt or rope, human hair or flesh-anything that grabbed this past miracle and became a part of it. Wherever it goes, it’s best to let it go and serve its purpose, whatever it may be; it’s better not to live with it than to die with it.
He grabbed his foot and found something safe at the ankle. He was ecstatic about his success, screaming, feeling that thigh lift his head and glanced through the swirling dust until the place where he stood, as his limbs climbed, had retreated.
The earth fell from under him. He is a hitchhiker with God: he will only have his life left now or forever. He will endure this thing, yes, he will endure-see and see it, then eat it with his eyes, until he dies of gluttony.
He screamed, screamed, swayed on the rope, drunk of his victory. Below, below, he caught a glimpse of Judd's corpse, shrinking pale on the dark ground, irreparably. Love, life and reason disappeared, just like the memory of his name, his gender, or his ambition.
Nothing. Nothing
--After leaving, the sound of footsteps gradually receded eastward. Popolak was gone, and its voice disappeared at night.
A day later, the birds came, the foxes, flies, butterflies, and wasps came. Judd was moved, Judd was moved, and Judd gave birth to a child. The warming of his belly, the good flesh of his thighs in the shrew's lair was put out. After that, it was fast. The bones turned yellow, the bones collapsed: soon, he was once filled with a void of breath and insight.
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