The Death Knell

The abilities of this symbiote are somewhat beyond the plan, but currently it seems that its abilities only include super-fast regeneration and rapid learning.

Generally speaking, there are not many ways to deal with the owner of this ability. Either look for weaknesses in the mind or willpower and use words to win; or continue to cause damage to it, making the type or degree of damage exceed the self-healing ability. upper limit.

So cutting the symbiote in half now isn't the end, it's the beginning.

"The Godslayer, Morning Star."

With a change of thought in his mind, the golden god-slayer in his other hand instantly transformed from a giant sword into a large ball covered with spikes.

Su Ming stepped on the lower body of the symbiote to prevent them from joining together, then buried his head and began to chop wildly.

The fracture injuries caused by the Night Sword, as well as the blunt force injuries and puncture injuries caused by the God Killer, instantly made the symbiote seem to lose its mind.

The arms were repaired, the legs were chopped off, the legs were repaired, and the heads were removed.

Not to mention that big golden ball covered with spikes. Not only would the bones and tendons be broken when hit by a hammer, but there would also be more than a dozen holes with black water oozing out of it.

It also wanted to stretch out its tentacles to harass Ding Wei, but was cut off by Su Ming, who was on guard. The tentacles attacked very quickly, but the speed at which they grew out of the symbiote was not that fast.

"The same tricks are useless against Saints!"

While Su Ming was immersed in chopping wildly, he was complaining to the symbiote. Although it probably didn't understand, it would feel uncomfortable if he didn't say something risqué.

Holloway poked his head out from behind cover.

The mustache moved and he tilted his head.

He saw Deathstroke whipping the corpse like he was going crazy and letting out a low chuckle. Could this be rabies? It's a bit scary...

Holloway jumped off the roof with his two guns in hand, got closer to observe, and finally discovered the clues and figured out what was going on.

"Do you need help?"

"No, keep your distance. Its attack is very fast and you can't dodge it."

While maintaining a high frequency of attacks, calculating the space and talking at the same time, Su Ming inevitably struck a little more casually.

The Morning Star Hammer accidentally hit an awkward spot, probably the anus, anyway, it was in the middle of the four legs.

I don't know if the symbiote has an intestine. It can't be seen from the outside, but the huge ball of the Morning Star Hammer seems to have sunk in a lot...

"Ouch!!!"

The symbiote's original half-moon eyes instantly turned into full-moon shapes, and its entire tongue stuck out, dancing wildly in the air like a snake.

The screams echoed in the mountains.

"hiss......"

Dr. Holloway also took a breath of cold air. He felt the cold wind from the outside climbing up his spine.

"Emm...Hmm!...Hey!"

Exhaling loudly, Su Ming used force twice in a row. With his strength, he finally pulled out the morning star. He quickly checked and found that fortunately, there was no yellow stuff on it.

There is a lot of black blood, and some red is faintly in it.

Although I don't know why, the blow just now clearly hurt the symbiote's host. Even its self-healing ability couldn't cover up the pain, causing it to scream in agony.

Harming the host can harm the symbiote. After all, it is a parasitic organism, and there is such a disadvantage in being connected through biological nerves. Perhaps the symbiote itself does not feel pain, but the host's pain is converted into bioelectrical signals and transmitted to it through nerves.

But this is the enemy's weakness. Su Ming has no moral integrity in battle.

"Godslayer, scythe!"

The God Killer instantly transformed into a long-handled scythe, and Su Ming came towards it again without any politeness. The guy with the hook and the corner took advantage of it.

"Ouch!!!!"

"You dared to hit me just now, but today I want you to see how powerful the people on Earth are..." Su Ming sneered, shook the sickle, and pulled it out with force: "God Killer, big drill!"

"Ouch!!!!"

"Godslayer, giant eggbeater!"

"Ouch!!!!"

............

Dr. Holloway grinned and turned his head. Every time Deathstroke changed into a weapon, the symbiote let out a scream the next second.

Even if the surgeon is well-informed, he has never seen such torture.

Just like hiccups, the symbiote screamed, and the doctor shrank his neck and dodged once: "Uh... uh... ugh..."

"Click."

Suddenly hearing different sounds, the doctor turned his head to look.

It turned out that the magic floating cloak was back, and it was floating in the air trembling slightly. A wooden barrel fell to the ground, and a transparent golden liquid flowed out of it.

If Holloway could hear the voice of the magic floating cloak, he would definitely find that the cloak is also in fear now.

‘What the hell is going on? I was so scared that I dropped my seeds. ’

Su Ming also heard the sound and took a look.

"Oh, it turns out to be lamp oil. The magicians' methods look very ordinary."

He had known before that the symbiote's weaknesses included sound waves, flames and strong electromagnetism, which would prevent the fusion of the symbiote and the host, leaving it in an extremely weak state.

I thought that the magicians would use some magic means, and I was planning to take the opportunity to see if it was a magic prop, but I didn't expect it to be something as common as lamp oil.

They probably kept the symbiote trapped in a cage in a large sea of ​​fire, which was a bit like hell's method.

"Oh, doctor, kick the bucket over here."

Su Ming didn't mean to torture the symbiote, he just wanted to delay the time for the cloak to come back, and attacking the enemy's weaknesses was the best way to delay time.

Haven't you seen that after finding a weak point and attacking, the symbiote is unable to resist?

"Uh-oh."

Dr. Holloway calmed down and walked to the broken barrel. Although the barrel broke a corner, the general cylindrical shape remained unchanged.

He put the barrel sideways and kicked it, and the thing rolled towards Su Ming's position while dripping oil.

While Su Ming continued to attack in an orderly manner, he lowered his head and took out a lighter. Smoking has this advantage. When you want to have a fire, you can always have a fire.

He grabbed the bucket and sprinkled some casually on the symbiote, bending down a little.

"Chi..."

There was a continuous sound of breathing, and the symbiote seemed to be boiled, bubbling and flowing down from the host's body.

The red firelight illuminated Su Ming's mask and armor. He held a weapon in his hand and stood by quietly. If the symbiote still wanted to fight, he would immediately help it give up the idea of ​​resistance.

The symbiote may be afraid, or it may have gained experience and learned something from the pain it has never felt before.

It didn't resist, just gathered together, and then quickly faded away from the host, turning into a pool of black liquid, flowing out of the range of the flames.

Its body looks like a large puddle of asphalt, except that it has a big mouth on it.

Su Ming clenched the Night Sword, and the small barrel of oil leaked a lot. With the departure of the symbiote, the host itself should still be alive. After the neural connection is disconnected, even creatures without intelligence can survive. You will regain control of your body.

The flames gradually died down, and a white-furred monster appeared there.

It must have once been white fur, but now it has been darkened by smoke and fire, and the original fur color can only be seen from the armpits or a few other parts.

It only has ordinary hands and feet, but it is much larger than a human. It looks like a hairy giant.

"Huh? I thought it was an orangutan or a monkey, but I didn't expect it to be a Himalayan snowman. The mages are quite good at playing."

Looking up and down at the snowman lying in the fire, Su Ming's eyes couldn't help but fall on the snowman's tail vertebra. When he saw the wet and blood-red fur there, the corners of his mouth twitched.