Chapter 47: Imprisonment

I'm sorry, it's really late. It's really difficult to carry my mother's words on my back.

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The fallen hell beast slowly opened its eyes and felt as if it had been beaten by a hundred extremely blood-sucking monsters, and every bone on its body was moaning. He tried to move his body, but found that he seemed to be sliding in glue. Every movement was so difficult, and the damage to his body was so serious: the right arm and right half of the shoulder were the most seriously damaged, and all the skin and flesh were blown away by the power of the death cannon, leaving only the dark still. It's like a crystal bone, and the part from the tip of the right hand to the wrist is even smashed. It can't be seen that it is the arm that once frightened countless enemies. And nearly half of his body was also blown away, and the more fragile wings were blown up and there were only a few feathers left. If it hadn't been for the glue-like substances around to limit the scattering of their data, the fallen hell beast would have no doubt that its body would have collapsed into countless scattered data.

The fallen hell beast turned its head, but found itself in a place similar to void, with no light and no matter. It seemed that it was just floating in a place where nothing was. And there was constant data and energy flowing around him. He began to speculate about his position and all possible locations: the dark field, the world across the sea. He didn't know. Soon, he was tired and lost his interest in speculation.

After the fallen hell beast found that it was impossible to leave this place, he issued countless curses. He cursed the sky crazily, cursed the earth, cursed the time when this place did not exist, and cursed the ultimate vampire Warcraft 10,000 times, 100,000 times. He engraved the name of the Extreme Vampire Warcraft in his core data. He vowed to kill the Extreme Vampire Warcraft with all the methods he knew, and to kill the Extreme Vampire Warcraft in the most cruel and vicious way.

He cursed, cursed, swore, and his violence turned his pupils red.

He begged God. As long as he was given another chance to go out, he would kill the reincarnation of the ultimate vampire Warcraft, or his new life, and then destroy his body in any way and let him die without burial.

I don't know how long it took. He was tired. He didn't want to scold, and the scolding could not stimulate any interest.

He tried to move, but he found that something seemed to wrap around his body. Once his body wanted to break through the glue that wrapped him, his broken body opportunity began to collapse, so he had to retreat.

From time to time, there are all kinds of data flowing around. He constantly absorbs all kinds of data to repair his body, starting from the most seriously broken place and constantly repairing it.

At this time, he began to thank the rosefinch beast, which gave him the ability to devour all the data, so that both virus species, data species and vaccine species could become his own virus species in his body and repair his dilapidated body.

I don't know how long it took, and he began to be afraid. He found that there had been no data flowing through his body for a long time, so he began to recover his body with the data brought by his wings and bursting form, and his bursting form quickly disappeared.

When his body is repaired, he continues to collect the free energy in the space to make himself stronger. He feels that his body has room to become stronger and can continue to become stronger.

He didn't know how long time had passed, maybe ten years, or maybe a hundred years. He was worried that Di Limo would appear again. He was worried that once the emperor demon appeared again, he would completely erase the ultimate blood-sucking warcraft. He was afraid of whether the digital world would continue to exist, which made him lose his revenge. So he, who had never believed in God and Buddha, began to pray that the ultimate blood-sucking warcraft would live a long life, so that he would live until he venge him.

He believes that since he can exist in this state of death but no death, there must be something beyond everything that can hear his prayers. Maybe it's the four holy beasts, maybe it's the three angels, maybe it's the legendary six-winged beasts, maybe it's the ethereal rules, or something else, but He didn't care and didn't care what it was. He just prayed.

It was dark and cold around. He was tired of praying and cursing. He subconsciously kept absorbing the free energy in the air and gradually growing himself.

When the fallen hell beast was too lazy to perceive the passage of time, in order to remind himself that he still exists or prove his existence, he began to recall what happened before.

He began to recall the scene of his first acquaintance with the Dilu Beast and the Demon Fox Beast, recalling every word they said.

He began to recall his father and his mother whom he had never met.

He began to recall his motorcycle.

He began to recall the food he had eaten.

He began to recall the tender taste of a piece of steak.

He began to recall the fit and powerful thighs of a woman he once had.

He began to recall the roar of his favorite motorcycle motors.

He began to recall the pain when external forces forced him to evolve.

He began to recall the pleasure brought to him by absorbing information.

He began to recall everything he could remember.

As a digital baby who doesn't know how to forget, it seems to be a hard disk, what he has experienced is extremely clear.

Finally, after chewing these things over and over hundreds of times, and when he himself began to feel bored, he began to recall his various moves.

Every punch, one claw, one shot, one shot, any means of attack.

When he cursed everything he hated, those friends and even his parents thought carefully about every action of his attack, chewed, absorbed it repeatedly, and then came back and tasted it carefully.

After countless times of chewing and thinking, his movements have reached the peak.

When these movements were completely unable to attract his interest, he began to think about the body he once had.

The super-extreme body. Full of energy, strong, as flexible and tough as an eagle in the sky.

He began to think about the way he moved each muscle and the power generated by the vibration of each feather. He began to understand why his speed was so fast and so strong, and how to exercise could make his body faster, attack more fierce, more defensive, and make his defense stronger.

Then, he began to be stunned.

When he couldn't find anything he could do, his body fell into silence, and even all the curses, abuse and prayers stopped.

As time goes by, the free power makes him stronger and stronger, but his eyes are getting darker and darker, like the dead. He is already bored. He has lost any illusions about the future, and his brain has stopped working. He doesn't even know why he continues to exist.