The Hearthstone system of a certain American comic

Eric's judgment was correct. The young man was standing there with strange phenomena happening in his body.

This was a phenomenon that Eric had never witnessed before. The young man's skin began to ulcerate, and black-gray tentacles sprouted from the ulcerated skin. Those tentacles were stained with white pus, which looked extremely disgusting.

The young man's eyes gradually dimmed, and the vitality contained in them seemed to be sucked away by some indescribable magic power. His eyes completely turned into light gray, and finally, he closed his eyes.

Just when the young man closed his eyes completely, the young man's forehead suddenly opened, opening wider and wider. After it was completely opened and closed, there was an eyeball inside, a big eyeball covered with bloodshot eyes.

"Oh?" Eric was quite interested. Today he saw many strong men, but they were all human beings. This was his first time seeing such indescribable monsters.

"Young man, can you still speak?" Eric asked, testing whether the monster in front of him still had the consciousness of the young man.

"Death and decay are mine." The young man murmured incomprehensible words, raised his palm and pointed it at Eric. A gap opened in the center of the palm, and a ferocious tentacle sprang out to attack Eric.

"Very soon." Eric said coldly, stretched out his hand and grabbed the tentacle in his hand, preventing him from going any further.

Eric was of course proud of having neutralized the opponent's killer move, and sneered: "I am no longer the same person I used to be. At your level, you may still be a threat to me before, but now, you are just a sacrifice to strengthen me. , you look very strong, you must make me stronger too!"

As he spoke, Eric grabbed the tentacle and pulled it hard, tearing the tentacle in half, and a stream of black blood spattered onto his face.

"Uh!!!" Then Eric suddenly screamed, "What, what's going on!"

Eric took three steps back, and the pain gradually disappeared. He recalled what had just happened, and realized that the sudden severe pain he felt might be due to the black blood splattered on his body.

But at the same time, he also felt that his power was increasing more rapidly than before.

"Is this because you are powerful? Because you are powerful, your blood strengthens me more, so much that my body cannot adapt for a while, causing pain, right? That should be the case, right?" Eric asked himself Answered to himself.

While he was stunned, another tentacle swiped at his waist. This swipe directly sent him flying out and crashed into a commercial building.

The crisp sound of broken glass was particularly clear in this silent night. The young man covered with tentacles walked step by step towards the direction where Eric was swept away.

"You really didn't give me a chance. The merciless blow made me hurt." Eric walked out of the snooker. His body was covered with several pieces of glass, which fell to the ground one after another.

There was no expression on the young man's face. It was impossible to judge from his expression whether he was surprised by Eric's performance, nor to judge who had the advantage in this fight.

The only thing that can be judged is that the two of them will not give up.

The young man's purpose seems to be to kill Eric, and Eric's purpose is also to kill the young man to obtain the blood that can strengthen him.

"Who do you think is the weak one among us? Baby, look at how terrifying you have become, but your attack power can only make me hurt."

Before Eric could finish his words, he saw a tentacle coming towards him. He stopped talking, concentrated, quickly grabbed it, grabbed the tentacle again, and repeated the tearing action.

"How many tentacles do you still have that can escape from your rotten body?" Eric sneered, "No matter how many tentacles you have, the effect of your attack on me is pitiful, but I can crush you offensive weapon."

After saying this, Eric moved his body and avoided the straight-line attack of one tentacle. Then he moved flexibly under the attack of three tentacles and got close to him. Eric was so close to the young man that he didn't care. Hesitantly used a set of breathless blows.

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang.

Such high-intensity blows lasted for twenty-five punches. These twenty-five punches turned the young man's entire body into a pool of blood.

Of course, mixed with the blood and water were pieces of meat.