Chapter 828 Corpse

 It’s not just William.

 Others also saw the problems on the court.

Marquis Enwei, who promised not to interfere, opened his eyes as wide as possible, and even raised the blood vessels under his head as a signal receiver to increase the sensitivity.

"Huh? The breath of this human named Zed became lighter and lighter, and there was even no breath at all for a few milliseconds.

 The color of the entire venue is also changing towards the color of this guy’s body. It feels so strange. How is it done? Is it some kind of disease effect that I haven't seen before? "

Marquis Enwei inserted a blood vessel into the ground without affecting the duel between the two, and slowly got as close as possible to the position where the two were fighting.

Suddenly his eyes widened. As the blood vessels gradually approached from the ground, he could clearly feel the changes in the geological structure. There was an obvious trend of the geological structure transforming into a corpse structure about ten meters away from Zed.

 A piece of slightly faded gray soil was brought back by the blood vessels and placed in front of Marquis Enwei's eyes for closer inspection. He found muscle fibers inside the soil.

 Cold sweat slid down the corners of Marquis Enwei’s brows,

“No disease factors have been detected, whether they are parasites, bacteria or viruses... This is the overall impact of the physical development reaching a certain extreme, and even the environment has changed.

 The extreme of this kind of body is different from all the strong bodies I have seen. It is a corpse body approaching [nothing], which is a very unique direction of physical development.

 The reason why he chose to engage in dangerous close combat with Gratoni was precisely because he wanted to completely immerse Gratoni in the artistic conception of the body and draw him into a certain field.

  There is such a thing among human beings! "

In the past, Marquis Enwei would not have cared about [Integrity] at all. After realizing how dangerous Zed was, he would have immediately thought of a sneak attack.

But things are different now. He himself wants to make changes and curb the bad habits caused by the blood epidemic with the character of a 'gentleman'.

And he could see that Gratoni had always wanted a fair and just duel.

The blood plague secret method that was being used with one hand was interrupted by itself.

The warning words that I wanted to shout out were swallowed again in my throat.

Marquis Enwei truly curbed the despicable nature stemming from the genes, and at the same time slowly prepared for battle. His blood vessels formed a thin body, and he floated cross-legged in the air and began to meditate.

Although he never imagined that Gratoni would lose, he also believed that a strong man like Gratoni would never lose to a human.

 But the human being in front of him has revealed a special danger. He must be prepared. If Gratoni is defeated, he will kill the opponent as soon as possible and win the game.

 As long as we ensure that we win this game, there will be no suspense about the Emperor's subsequent appearance.

 …

 The situation on the field is extremely anxious.

In addition to Zed’s lower jaw being bitten into pieces, his body was also broken and missing in many places. Even his ribs had six protruding ribs.

 Even so, he still stuck to Gratoni completely and could not get rid of him no matter what.

 At present riding on the back of Gratoni,

 His arms have formed a perfect naked choke, locking the opponent's neck tightly,

The lower limbs and legs use a triangle lock to fix Gratoni’s arms and elbows.

　　No matter how the space squeezes, no matter how the mouth in the depths of the space bites Zed, he will bear it with his body.

The position where the naked choke is strangled is slowly squeezing inward,

The neck protected by the enamel layer is gradually collapsing, and even cracks are beginning to appear. Gratoni himself can also feel a strong sense of suffocation and dizziness.

at this time,

Gratoni held his breath, and the blood all over his body showed a bright luster.

 The mouth at the neck suddenly opened, click! Bite off Zed's wrist and break the naked choke! Taking advantage of the situation, he grabbed the opponent's arm and threw it over his shoulder, slamming it into the ground. For some reason, Gratoni actually used this fighting technique subconsciously, and his movements were unexpectedly standard, as if he had been influenced by Zed invisibly.

 The force of an over-the-shoulder throw is so great,

 The whole place was shaken by the impact, and gray dust was scattered in all directions.

Gratoni seized this opportunity and opened his mouth at the same time, preparing to swallow Zed who was hit on the ground before he had time to dodge.

Buzz!

 Intense tinnitus echoed in the skull, as if the dizziness accumulated previously had reached its limit at this moment.

Gratoni forced himself to steady his body, eliminate the ringing in his ears, and when he was about to continue the devouring, he was stunned for a moment...because his target was gone.

"What?!"

Gratoni's sense of sight and smell has been wiped out under the "blood costume", and the only organ in his entire face is his mouth.

The main mouth on the face protrudes a large tongue used to sense smells, but it cannot capture the smell of Zed at all, or it may be said that the entire place exudes a faint smell similar to Zed.

 Suddenly, Gratoni discovered that the feel of the ground had changed again! It becomes bumpy, cold and has the feeling of stepping on the surface of flesh.

This sudden change forced Gratoni to regrow his eyeballs and use his vision to examine the situation in front of him.

 The blood-red eyes rolled outward from the depths of the mouth, and when they were supported by the tongue to observe the situation in front of him, Gratoni was suddenly stunned by the scene of acceptance.

 All the color light in front of me is gone, and everything turns into ‘gray’.

Even the blood spat out of Gratoni's mouth was red at first, and turned gray as soon as it fell to the ground.

Whether it is Marquis Enwei waiting aside or the Emperor on the viewing platform, Nasté is always gray.

When he looked down at the ground, the originally smooth arena turned into a "burial ground."

 The ground is made up of piles of gray corpses, embedded in different twisted postures like a puzzle, like a corpse cave.

Zed, who always felt that he had disappeared, seemed to be one of the corpses, but he didn’t know where it was. Even Gratoni’s proudest tongue couldn’t get any smell.

"This is..."field". How can a field made of pure flesh be so lifelike?" This guy Zed didn't care about life and death, he didn't care about being completely swallowed by me, and chose to fight in close quarters just so that the artistic conception of this body could penetrate and have the most direct impact on me, so that such a "field" could come here.

 If I can’t find him, I will be very passive. "

Gratoni leaned down, regardless of his noble image as the Seventh Marquis, and began to lick the ground made of corpses with his big tongue, trying to taste and mark Zed, trying to find a way to break the "field".

 Unknowingly,

Gratoni, who was concentrating on licking the ground, suddenly felt something was wrong. When he raised his head, he found that his teammate Marquis Enwei had an anxious look on his face, as if something was urgent.

 He looked down at his body again,

At some point, his abdomen had been punched with several **** holes. A large amount of blood poured out from these holes, but it would soon turn gray and be absorbed by the corpses on the ground.

“When? Why didn’t I know I was beaten... Why didn’t I feel anything when I was so seriously injured?

 Why don’t I feel any danger at all? Why do my thoughts become negative? What is the purpose of my coming here? Does defeating this man mean anything to me? "

Just when Gratoni was doubting himself and trying to repair the **** hole in his abdomen,

 A pale figure with black hair hanging down was lying on his shoulder, like a silent corpse, motionless, almost nothing.

 (End of this chapter)