Alien Relic Hunter

"What on earth are you talking about?!" Ke Lan shouted to the little boy in a frantic manner.

Even if those guys from the Undead Crew like to be the Riddler, why is this clone also a Riddler? Ke Lan couldn't help but wonder, was this guy really developed from his own cloned cells?

Obviously I don’t like “telling riddles” at all!

"Husk! You are just a pathetic shell! Hahahaha!" The little boy started dancing, and the blood droplets he threw out turned into pieces of ice before they fell on the ground. He raised his head vigorously, as if While wailing and laughing wildly, the muscles on his face burst open, revealing the dense white bones underneath.

"What are you laughing at? What's so funny?" Ke Lan stared at the little boy waving his arms randomly and continued to ask.

"I'm not laughing, I'm crying for you...You are really...poor...hahahaha..."

"Since you said I am a 'body', do you know what is in my 'body'?"

However, the little boy did not answer Ke Lan's question. Instead, he hummed an unknown and off-key song to himself.

He danced on the cold ground with bare feet, and his toes were turned blue and purple from the cold.

His body swayed from side to side, and he seemed to fall down with every step he took, but he always maintained a strange balance.

"Do you want to take action?" Asano Akira asked in a low voice, he had already made a gesture to draw his sword.

"Don't get close to it yet...it doesn't seem to be in the right state..." Ke Lan rejected Asano Akira's suggestion.

The little boy's current appearance is really too weird. Although it has not made any aggressive moves, Ke Lan's subconscious sense of crisis is constantly rising...

Finally, when this sense of crisis exceeded the threshold that reason could suppress, Ke Lan pointed the muzzle of the shotgun at the little boy and pulled the trigger.

Reason told Ke Lan that this little boy was very weak, so weak that any adult could strangle him to death with his bare hands; but intuition kept shouting loudly in Ke Lan's head: Kill him! Kill him quickly! Otherwise it will be too late!

Ke Lan was very curious about what the little boy said, but wanted to grab the other person and ask for details. However, since the little boy started mutilating himself, he has been unable to communicate normally. Ke Lan is more willing to believe what the other person said. The purpose of this thing is to arouse my curiosity and delay time.

The dense steel balls hit the little boy's body firmly. The blood-stained white coat was instantly torn into pieces, and the thin torso wrapped in the white coat was also blasted to pieces!

The dancer's body was in pieces, and the weird dance finally stopped, but the little boy's humming still echoed in the hall, repeated over and over again.

"Did you miss?" Akira Asano asked, "But I clearly heard the sound of bullets tearing apart flesh... Why didn't the singing stop?"

This was not an illusion. Akira Asano also heard the humming echoing in the hall. Ke Lan took a deep breath. Suddenly, he understood——

The little boy's dance and humming are not meaningless actions. They are a ritual, a ritual similar to "holy words", just like the kind of dance that human ancestors danced around a campfire in ancient times. Like a ritual dance.

Although the dance movements are funny and ridiculous, each movement has a unique meaning... This is a "language", a "language" expressed with the body!

Although Ke Lan destroyed the little boy's body, he could not interrupt the ritual!

At this moment, the puddle of minced meat on the ground that should have been frozen into lumps of ice suddenly started to squirm. They gradually gathered together and stuck together. A twisted human figure struggled to stand up from it——

"Boom!!"

Ke Lan shot again, shattering the body that was not fully formed yet!

The scattered minced meat crawled towards the center again. Ke Lan pointed the muzzle of his gun directly at the ground and fired several times. However, the more the flesh and blood were scattered, the faster they gathered. When Ke Lan fired for the fourth time After smashing the clone that had just condensed into a head, all the pieces of meat floated from the ground. The countless broken bone fragments were assembled into a complete skeleton in the blink of an eye. The floating pieces of meat They all attached themselves to it.

Ke Lan did not continue shooting - obviously, physical attacks were ineffective against this thing. Even if he used energy shield to incinerate all the rotten flesh, the clone could be resurrected again.

This is part of the ritual. If Ke Lan cannot terminate the ritual, the clone will be resurrected indefinitely until the ritual is completed.

"The ceremony... we must find a way to interrupt him..."

But, how to interrupt?

Ke Lan looked at the "reborn" little boy not far away. Every part of his body had been restored to its original state. Only the face that he tore off had not grown back. The bloody subcutaneous tissue, fascia and part of the face had not grown back. The bones were exposed to the air, blood poured into the eye sockets, and then mixed with tears flowed down the muscles and ravines.

He continued singing at the top of his lungs, speaking faster and faster. The tunes echoing in the hall gradually became faster and harsher, like sharp nails scratching a blackboard and rusty cymbals rubbing against each other.

This damn song must stop... However, Ke Lan had just beaten the clone's vocal organ into minced meat, but it did not affect the humming sound echoing in the hall at all.

Ke Lan felt like he was a character in a certain game scene. There was always disturbing BGM playing in this scene, but as a game character, he had no way to turn it off.

He had smashed all the speakers he could find in the scene, but he still couldn't stop the BGM in the game.

Only players who control the game on the screen can open the options menu and turn off the BGM.

This is the authority of the "chess players", not the "chess pieces".

"Stop." Ke Lan said to the little boy.

He spoke the language of the Alpha civilization.

The little boy's humming paused for a moment.

"Stop." Ke Lan said again in the language of Alpha civilization, but changed it into a majestic and commanding tone.

In the language of the Alpha civilization, emotions can be perfectly expressed without even requiring modal particles and changes in tone. As long as the user wants to, he can convey his emotions to the person who "hears" the sentence. that person.

The little boy stopped and looked at Ke Lan, his skinless face full of a mocking smile - even though this smile looked extremely scary.

"Are you afraid?" he said, using the human language, Chinese.

"Stop." Ke Lan said for the third time.

"What you showed was threat and oppression." The little boy took a step back and stood at the edge of the crack in the ground. "However, I can feel the fear and uneasiness deep in your emotions."

"Don't force me to use my last trump card." Ke Lan continued to speak in Alpha language, "The power from Him is enough to destroy you and this egg together."

"It's useless." The little boy shook his head, he seemed to be smiling, "You are just a shell, a manipulated 'chess piece', and I am the unstable factor that jumped out of the chessboard. In His view, I'm far more 'interesting' than you are... so even if you call on Him, He won't answer your prayer."

"What...do you know about Him?"

"I don't know much." The little boy took another step back, "But at this moment, He is watching here... Your guess is correct... It is the power from Him that reshaped this body. ."

The little boy raised his arms, looked at his pale and almost sickly skin, and murmured: "He gave me life...in order to...watch an interesting drama."

"drama?"

"Yes, drama... in His infinite life, this is a rare pleasure." The little boy raised his arms above his head, like a speaker giving a generous speech, "Just like the age of ignorance. , like primitive people using funny dances to please the gods..."

As he spoke, his body suddenly leaned back and fell into the crack in the center of the hall!

"Oops!" Ke Lan rushed to the edge of the crack, but was still a step too late - after Yinglong's egg came into contact with the little boy's body, it opened a "mouth" and swallowed the little boy whole. Go in.

Then, the entire hall began to shake violently!

"Get out of here! Hurry! Go back up along the secret passage!" Ke Lan turned his head and shouted to Asano Akira.

"What about you?"

"I still have the last trump card! But I can't use it while you're here! Trust me! Run away!"

"But it says your trump card is useless."

"It's lying! It's just buying time for fusion! We've all been fooled! Get out of here now before it's too late! Otherwise, we will all be buried with him!" Ke Lan roared.

"Can you come back alive?"

"I try my best!"

"Okay. If you die, I will find a way to avenge you." After saying this, Asano Akira turned around and rushed towards the secret passage without looking back.

He trusted Ke Lan very much. Since Ke Lan said that staying would be an obstacle to him, he would leave.

Ke Lan watched Asano Akira's figure disappear at the entrance of the secret passage, and then turned around, staring closely at the crack directly in front of him.

A sound of tearing flesh and blood came from below the crack. Immediately afterwards, the edges of the crack collapsed one after another. The originally long and narrow series suddenly turned into a large hole with a diameter of more than ten meters.

"Yinglong's Egg" slowly rose up from the cave.

The egg did not hatch, but turned into a very strange creature - three pairs of wings with colorful feathers stretched out from the inside of the egg, two pairs of wings wrapped around the body of the Yinglong egg, The remaining pair of wings were fully opened and flapping.

The wings flapped very slowly, and Ke Lan, who was standing in front of it, did not feel the wind pressure at all... In his opinion, the reason why Yinglong's egg can fly has nothing to do with these wings.

Like those creatures infected with "memes", these three pairs of wings are also covered with eyes. These eyes are all staring at Ke Lan. Each line of sight contains completely different emotions - anger, joy, excitement. , fear, sadness, arrogance...

These eyes, which were as solid as if they could penetrate armor, fell on Ke Lan... Ke Lan found that when he looked into these eyes, his own emotions were also affected.

He had to look away, but he happened to meet the face between the three pairs of wings - the face of the little boy.

Or rather, Ke Lan's own face.

The torn off skin has been restored. Although the appearance has not changed from before, Ke Lan always feels that the other person seems to have a different face.

The eyes it looked at Ke Lan were full of compassion.

"How pitiful..." it said.

"Is this your final form? You tried so hard to delay time and break through the ice bank...just to become such an ugly thing?" Ke Lan retorted sarcastically.

"Ugliness and beauty are just one of the countless responses of human self-consciousness to the things we see... In human history, every era has different definitions of beauty and ugliness..."

"Is this something you learned from the memories of those infected?" Ke Lan said, "I have to say that you are quite suitable to be a sophist, and your ability to bullshit is quite first-rate."

The other party ignored Ke Lan's words and continued, "Seraph, this is the new name I gave myself."

"Seraph... Six-winged Seraph." Ke Lan quickly reacted... In a sense, the new name the other party gave himself was indeed very appropriate.

The Seraphim, from the Christian classic "The Bible and the Old Testament" of the Old Era, is the highest ranking among the angels under God...

In many people's impressions, angels are often images of handsome men and beautiful women with halos on their heads and wings on their backs... But on the contrary, in early religious classics, angels are "creatures" whose form in the "human world" is Most of them are indescribable appearances.

God created humans in his own image, but angels do not have the same appearance. They are spiritual beings with the ability to think. Even if they need to appear holy in front of people, they will not choose the appearance of humans - because for angels Said, this is a kind of blasphemy against God.

According to descriptions in religious scriptures, Seraphim has six wings and four heads, but three of its heads and feet are covered by wings. From a human perspective, it looks like a planet with three pairs of huge wings. Same as the head.

For the devout believers of that era, Seraph was undoubtedly "beautiful" and made people unable to help but worship... But from the perspective of modern people, this shape is absolutely "beautiful" A monster that makes people crazy."

In contrast, Ke Lan was more interested in the succubi in hell with tails and goat hooves.

[P.S. Thanks to Tentacle Sword 789 for the reward of 500 starting coins; thank you to Tibihu Qingcheng for the 200 starting coins. 】