[Zongyingmi] What can I do, I am also desperate

Small and delicate, the feminine-looking feather pendant fit neatly and quietly in the universal belt, like a heavily oxidized silver pendant, gray and black without any luster.

Damian didn't expect Tim's death at all. He wanted to jump directly from the edge of the roof, but his feet were weak, and his whole body seemed to be paralyzed. He fell limply, and he couldn't even breathe for a while. became a rather difficult thing.

It seems that because of standing on a high place, Damian's senses were slightly paralyzed. After a slight sting, he rolled his eyes and saw the weak and tiny black thorns crawling through the cracks in the ground. It came out, brushed his bare/exposed cheeks and left fine wounds, then burrowed in along the gap of the neckline, wrapped around his neck lightly, and stuck the spikes into the skin.

"Robin!"

Dick was about to explode. Fortunately, he remembered to put on a gas mask when he jumped off the bat machine, and then ran to Damian's side in two or three steps and tore off the black thorns wrapped around his neck. Putting a gas mask on his face, he picked him up and put him on the bat machine, and shouted anxiously into the headset: "B? B! What's going on here! Are you okay?!"

It has been a long time since there was a reply to let Dick know that there is probably no good news.

He left the bat machine again and jumped down along the edge of the roof, his figure was as light as a bird in the sky, and then rushed to Tim's side, his hands trembling towards his best-behaved brother Stretching over, a sharp blade protruded from the glove and cut off the thorns that passed through Tim's chest. He supported Tim's shoulders and let him lean against his arms, and leaned towards his neck.

The skin was sunken under the pressure of the fingers, but no matter how deep the fingertips sank, Dick couldn't feel the pulse that was the easiest to detect the existence of life.

He originally wanted to take off his gloves and detect Tim's life fluctuations again, but when he saw the ground crawling like a black snake, he had no choice but to retreat temporarily, picked up Tim and shot his hook gun and flew forward. , and placed him in the bat machine, then restarted the bat machine and rushed towards Bruce and the others.

Even though he was wearing a gas mask, Dick felt an involuntary stagnation and dullness in his body during such a short period of exposure to the air, let alone thinking that his whole body was completely exposed to the air. How deeply Damian in the air is paralyzed now.

He turned on the autopilot mode of the bat machine, took off his gloves and tore off Tim's uniform, unwilling to believe and confirm his brother's death, but now the thorny thorns still protruded from Tim's heart in a piercing posture. The environment in the bat machine is completely unable to support the operation to remove the whole bunch of thorns from the wound, and the huge white flower does not seem to be withering at all, it is still vigorously rooted in the flesh and blood, pouring out the fragrance Sweet fragrance.

Although it took only a moment for the thorn to pierce his neck and inject the venom, Damian still felt that he was slow in thinking or in physiology. He barely raised his eyelids and opened his eyes. Ying's eyes turned to Dick's direction, and the sweet and greasy fragrance gradually entered his nasal cavity, like some overly strong perfume, gradually expelling the unpolluted air inside the bat machine.

Damian struggled to move his body, and it took a long time with his uncontrollable limp hands to find a shot of adrenaline from his universal belt and plunge it into his body.With the injection of adrenaline, the slowly beating heart began to revive and pulsate. At this time, Damian also felt that he had regained some strength, and then he took out another adrenaline and gave it to himself, and then he felt himself The limbs belonged to him again.

But Dick, who should have noticed his big movement, didn't seem to feel anything strange. Damian knew that Dick must have been tricked, so he took out the blade in the universal belt and grabbed it roughly. Cut off the white flower that was caught and threw it out of the bat machine, took out the third epinephrine and stuck it into Dick's arm, punched Dick in the face, and shouted at him in a hoarse voice: "Wake up!" Hit you idiot."

Nerve endings bluntly transmit pain information to the brain. When the adrenaline started to take effect, Dick felt the pain on his face, and bluntly reached out his hand to Damian, who was already a little shaky, and held his hand. The shoulder helped him to steady himself, and then he gave himself another shot of epinephrine.

"That... thing..."

It seemed that the adrenaline couldn't resist too much anesthesia fragrance, and Damian's speech had already begun to be sluggish and his tongue was a little bit loud.

"Pull... drop..."

Limbs seemed to be tied to heavy boulders, sinking towards the bottom of the trench, and then to the back, Damian seemed to feel that his tongue could not exert all its strength, even if he wanted to bite his own. The tip of the tongue kept himself awake, the teeth were limp and powerless, knocking on the tongue lightly, and it didn't even make him feel anything.

It took Damian a while to realize that his blade hadn't been retracted because of the dull thinking. A shot of adrenaline had little effect. Dick didn't wake up for a long time and gradually began to fall into that dull stagnation. Seeing that Damian's arm also gradually slumped as if he had lost his strength.

Damian saw the timing and turned the blade towards himself with great effort, and then the moment his body fell to the ground, he stabbed the blade into his thigh with inertia and slid it hard, and it gushed out in an instant. There was a big stream of blood.

The pain made his brain gradually wake up, and the black thorns that had been clustered in a bunch on Tim's heart seemed to feel the smell of blood, and suddenly twisted again, like black thorns covered with thorns. Twirling twice like a snake, it impatiently got out of the wound, dragged the wet, blood-stained root system, nimbly fell to the ground, and crawled towards Damian.

Almost as soon as the black thorn came out, Damian felt that his brain was much clearer, and the sweet and greasy fragrance in the air seemed to have dissipated a lot.It's just that his body hasn't recovered so quickly, and the speed of the black thorns swimming is unexpectedly fast, so that he hasn't fully grasped the bunch of thorns all at once, and barely grasps its roots to prevent it from falling. It approached its bleeding wound, and with the other hand, it took out the powerful herbicide prepared for Poison Ivy in the universal belt and sprayed it towards the snake-like black thorn bunch that was wrapped around his wrist several times.

But the weeder seems to have no effect on the black thorns that are more like plants. Damian felt that his body gradually regained its flexibility and cut off the thorns wrapped around his wrist with the blade on the other side of the glove without hesitation. Before he could continue his work, Dick, who had inhaled less aromatic anesthetic gas than him and recovered earlier, had already pulled out the small flame/flame/spray/jet/device in his belt and ignited it into several pieces. Black thorns still twisting on the ground.

Simply the flame was unexpectedly useful to this thing. After the thorns were burned to ashes, the two of them gradually felt that their own senses were gradually returning to their bodies. At least they were no longer as dull and responsive to the outside world as before. It was extremely slow.

Dick looked towards Tim subconsciously, but unexpectedly found that the hollow heart position in his chest due to the thorns piercing had begun to gradually grow new texture and heal quickly.The blood that flowed out of that hole left slightly congealed dried blood marks along his open white chest that was covered with countless fine scars like a red net. Like a little firefly, it penetrated into the wound bit by bit, helping Tim heal the wound quickly.

This color was so conspicuous that Damian realized what had happened almost instantly.He approached rather bluntly and opened one of the compartments in Tim's universal belt, and as expected, he found a feather-shaped pendant that had been dimmed for countless years.

"Sandra's?"

Dick immediately realized it. After all, they had received this style of pendant before, but they kept it and didn't care about it. Over time, they almost forgot that they were still wearing this magic pendant.

"You clean it all up."

Damian looks like he's holding back his anger.

The black magic storm has completely wrapped Sandra and the evil bird in it. It does not belong to Sandra's magic power, so even if he has the magic immunity given to him by Sandra, he cannot penetrate that thick layer. The magic went in and faced Sandra again.

The black thorns have poked their heads out from any gap where they can grow, releasing a rich and dangerous fragrance, and the small white flowers dotted on the black thorns are very dazzling.And those black thorns coiled around the human body bloomed bigger flowers, pouring out a more fragrant and more paralyzing fragrance.

Any creature that can be touched by them has been covered by pitch-black thorns, as if they have lost their self-awareness, they are covered by layers of thorns, and any naked/exposed skin on their body is sucked With blood, it nourishes the flowers.

Fortunately, although these plants are more like animals in terms of mobility, and herbicides have no effect on them, the flame can achieve a good removal effect.

The fire/flame/jet/shooter protruding from the bottom of the bat machine spit out a scorching tongue of fire and licked the black thorns. When the quite flammable black thorns splashed with sparks, they seemed to be in the flames. The frantically writhing snakes fell off the ground and rolled over one after another, leaving only a scorched black mark after a while.

, in the dark magic storm, Sandra slumped on the ground weakly and maintained a weird twisted figure, but the pain from her heart became more and more obvious.The heart, which had been cut open suddenly, kept pumping blood outwards. Although Sandra's body started emergency self-repair due to this fatal injury, she still couldn't control the healing of the wound.

The evil bird naturally hated Tim, who had a close relationship with Sandra, and even the black thorns used to kill him were not spread all over the outside.

The black thorn with her curse attached doesn't even need to pierce Tim's heart completely, as long as it scratches his body, the curse will be carved into his body like tarsal maggots, and it will attack immediately. His death, so that even though the pendant that Sandra gave to Tim with the pendant that can be used to transfer damage has transferred all the fatal injuries and curses to her body, and her body that has turned on self-healing cannot repair this. mortal wound.

It is not so much death caused by wounds as it is a curse that kills people.The only thing she can repair is the wound, and the curse that belongs to the evil bird inscription that has long been an adult cannot be lifted at all.

"You actually..."

Looking at the blue and black mottled feathers wetted with blood, Evil Bird felt that he hadn't been in such a bad mood for many years.

Sandra seized the moment when she was distracted by anger, forcibly suppressed the control of the Reality Gem, and rebuilt her body, curled up under the wide wings naked, covered with sweat and blood. The wet hair was sticking to her back like seaweed just fished out of the sea, like the undulating waves in the ocean.

She raised her head and looked at the evil bird. Due to the pain and excessive blood loss, her pale skin was like a piece of white paper covering the skeleton, making her reddish-brown eyes even more brilliant, as if torn The falling meteor that cracked the sky burned life with grand fireworks until it crashed and fell.

"No matter what you think of me..."

The dry and hoarse voice was already damaged due to the previous screams and wailing, but Sandra really didn't have any extra strength to clear her throat.

"Not only do you take me for something... you find someone's shadow in me..."

"I am, first and foremost, Sandra Thain."

The azure magic power is entangled with the pitch-black magic power to resist desperately. The azure magic power spread out like a veil seems to be extremely weak in the face of the thick black magic power, but it is stubborn like a drop of water hitting a stone. The same, tenaciously trying to penetrate through the thick black magic power that can almost touch the entity, hitting it over and over again, even disregarding that every impact will be stained with a little black magic power, repeatedly trying to get out of the airtight A gap in the magic power can be escaped.

The evil bird lowered its eyes, looking indifferently at the weak magic power of those who had been trying to attack the magic power barrier it had built.

Weak and vulnerable, even if she is not polluted by her magic power, before she dies, this level of resistance has never been a threat in front of her.

but now……

Now she is just a dead body, relying on the reality gem to rebuild her own body and abilities.It’s just that the Reality Gem has a limit after all, even though it is one of the five Infinity Gems, after all...there are five of them, and she used to be the only one in the whole world, even the Reality Gem, under the control of her consciousness Nor can it reshape her original uniqueness.

Her uniqueness in the world.

Having lost her own uniqueness, she is not as dominant as she seems to be when facing Sandra. For Sandra, she may be a very powerful enemy, but she may not be invincible , but now Sandra is not aware of this, but the evil bird is very clear.

Therefore, even though Sandra was still very weak and young in her eyes, under her full resistance, she still forcibly shook the magic barrier she built by relying on her own uniqueness.

"You are always so self-willed and depraved," the evil bird still knelt on the ground with its head bowed, looking at Sandra who was prostrate on the ground and could barely raise her head to look at her, the sweet and frivolous voice gradually condensed, like It is a stream frozen at a low temperature, so cold to the bone, "always willing to give up your dignity and be willing to be a human being."

"Because we were born into this world, we were first born as human beings."

Misty reddish-brown pupils gradually condensed in the air, and the misty voice gradually condensed, and she answered firmly.

The author has something to say: don't be nervous

The ending is definitely a NE

I'm still thinking about whether to open a BE sub-ending (.