SWDnovel Chapter 50 Fighting
Chapter 50 Fighting
From a human perspective, it presents a completely different picture.
To some extent, this was beyond what the brain could handle. Winston felt a dull ache in his head. At first, he thought it was just because he was getting old and hadn't slept all night. But after seeing the reactions of other people, he suddenly realized what was going on.
It's mentally polluting!
Half of this pollution comes from the species itself, and the other half comes from the extremely disturbing scenes of their battles. Anyone who has watched Animal World can imagine the brutality of the scenes—the fight between predator and prey.
However, both sides felt that the other was the prey.
After they got entangled, only a few minutes later, the original architectural structure of the hall was no longer discernible.
The Viscountess and the flesh membrane tumbled and rolled together, crushing the long table, which shattered and crashed into the wall. The plaster panels on the wall peeled off in one piece, revealing the inner keel. The keel could not bear the weight of the rolling mass and broke in the impact. The jagged edges pierced through the flesh membrane, and she was then wrapped up by the flesh membrane and rolled into the next round of tumbling.
Both were injured along the way. Winston observed that after the Viscountess was injured, her body secreted a mucus that covered the wound. This mucus also strongly irritated the flesh membrane, seemingly having a corrosive effect.
The "expansion" property of the fleshy mitten species is even more exaggerated. It is like a constantly reproducing slime. Whenever the serrated edge of the inside of the white spider's leg scratches the surface of the fleshy membrane and cuts a tear several feet long, new translucent material grows out from the edge of the tear and expands rapidly like bread fermenting, reshaping into a complete outer wall.
The Viscountess's strength lies in her perseverance.
Despite the seemingly endless number of enemies before her and the intense pain coursing through her body, she focused intently on doing only one thing.
Eat it.
Eat it!!
All her arthropods attacked at once, the sharp tips of their tips piercing the flesh membrane in turn, pulling out, and then piercing in again, each time bringing up a large chunk of gelatinous material. These alien fragments drew arcs in the air and all fell into her already open mouth.
She stopped chewing and swallowed directly, her throat expanding and contracting visibly like a water pipe, sending the constantly flowing fragments of flesh into her body.
The flesh membrane also gave up on repairing itself, wrapping around the white spider's abdomen from below. When her limbs pierced the flesh membrane in an attempt to hold her body in place, the latter did not resist, but willingly allowed itself to be pierced. Then, it thickened, toughened, and tightened at the point of piercing, like a marine creature with tentacles, embracing its deadly enemy.
Then, the Viscountess felt the fleshy membrane spreading upwards along her abdominal plate, around her lumbar spine, and finding her three legs, which were uniquely human.
Tighten it with all your might.
Blood gushed out, and one leg spun into the air before crashing heavily against the wall and rolling to the ground like trash!
The viscountess's voice at that moment was both a human scream and the whistling sound of airflow when the spiracles on a spider's abdomen were squeezed. The two sounds overlapped, making it impossible to determine which one belonged to her.
The girl who used to cry secretly under the covers because of her deformed body has finally left and will never come back!
She violently swung her tail, slamming it into the wall along with the fleshy membrane covering her lower body. The wall dented, large areas of dust fell off, and the bricks were misaligned but did not collapse. Her limbs smashed shallow craters into the wall.
The fascia has shrunk a little.
The pain turned her vision pure white, as if someone had detonated a flare inside her skull. But losing her sight didn't matter; she would continue to attack instinctively. Something was growing inside her chest, pressing against her ribs from the inside. A dull pain came from the end of each rib. Was this the pleasurable feeling after a full stomach? Was it the sense of existence? Was it love?
"London Bridge is collapsing, it's collapsing..."
Whose singing is this... and where is Norway?
The Viscountess was unaware. The fleshy membrane was shrinking smaller and smaller, half of its body inside her stomach, esophagus, chest cavity, and abdominal cavity. She felt a sense of fulfillment and satisfaction in her soul; everything else was no longer important.
The hall fell silent.
The warm red moonlight shone in, making the building fragments scattered on the ground glitter. These were the treasures she left for the world. The remaining fragments of fleshy membrane on the ceiling were slowly losing their vitality, shrinking into black ash the size of a fingernail, falling off piece by piece like autumn leaves, drifting onto her hair and cheeks.
Winston saw her fingers twitch and she glance in his direction, as if she wanted to say something, but she was too exhausted to do so and could only smile.
Then it stopped moving.
Those present were momentarily stunned.
Is that all?
Two powerful mutants, on the verge of surpassing "Viscount," perished together just like that?
So this is how it was solved?
Eileen couldn't help but look at Winston, only to find that the Prime Minister's expression was even more solemn than when the alien was alive.
He walked to the Viscountess's mangled body, gently placed the white nightcap he was holding on her chest, and murmured to himself:
"Born into ritual, and died into ritual. A monster in life, and in death..."
Perhaps some people are indeed luckier if they were never born.
On the other side, Eileen asked softly, "Why did she suddenly become like this?"
Winston replied without batting an eye, "That's a question for Viscount Hammond; he'd stop at nothing to kill his own wife."
but……
Logically, the flesh-membrane mutant in the basement was Viscount Hammond's trump card left to take revenge on his wife.
Why would the Viscount want to turn the Viscountess into a different species as well?
Could it be that the Viscountess herself touched something she shouldn't have?
Or perhaps the Viscount has been experimenting on those around him all these years, and it just so happens that it all came to a head today?
And why did the Viscountess risk her life to help them defeat the enemy instead of fleeing herself?
Surely it's not that they had a change of heart?
Why didn't I realize I still had a conscience earlier?
Maybe Winston Wheeler did something...
Eileen felt her mind was in complete chaos, and everything before her eyes was inexplicable, but fortunately, they were rescued.
Winston instructed the officers to gather the survivors and clean up the mess.
Everyone was exhausted and had some injuries, but none of them were in life-threatening danger, so it was alright.
One officer was so frightened by the fight between the different species that he fainted. Another officer, who was more fragile, seemed to have gone into a temporary madness and kept imitating a rooster's crow, claiming that he was trying to make the sun rise earlier. After Detective Angus confirmed that he was just crazy and not infected as a cultist, he simply knocked him out.
The remaining people mostly had external injuries, which were insignificant at this moment.
Winston looked around and thought the number of survivors seemed a bit small.
Where did Margaret Satya go?
"I'm here!" As if on cue, the red-haired girl emerged from behind the kitchen door, holding the hand of an even younger girl. "Enid and I are both alright."
Enid, the only surviving maid in the Viscount's mansion, pursed her lips and smiled shyly: "That black, hairy monster came this way, but it ran away as soon as it saw Miss Margaret."