[Comprehensive Yingmei] I cover this earth

Chapter 140 Eden 28

Looking at the gestalt bug still full of innocence, the soft alien felt disgusted and angry.

What monsters are the Gestalts!

They are all a group of low-level creatures without emotion and consciousness, huddled together, hiding in the darkest corner of the universe, coveting the predators of other races.They robbed survival resources like locusts crossing the border, robbed food, minerals, energy, weapons and all rare substances, just like the cancer of this universe.

Ah, cancer, it's cancer—

The soft alien shook his huge body, as if staggering.

The kind that grows like acne in the body, deprives the host body of nutrients, grows slowly, and grows vigorously in the flesh and blood as the blood flows through every inch of territory in the blood vessels.Those surging vitality were like the most sumptuous dinner, they held bloody sharp knives and forks, and swarmed everywhere.

In the end, they will break out of the ground, like rice ears in full bloom on the most fertile land, bearing nutritious fruits and feeding their mother——

The soft alien slowly opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but a dark green liquid gushed out of his mouth, and where the liquid flowed, dark purple moss grew densely and vigorously.

He still looked at Ian angrily, slurring his mouth: "Monster - bastard, die -!"

The moment his ending sound fell, one of his eyeballs was pushed out by a dark purple vine full of thorns, and fell to the ground with a slap.

Ian looked at the disgusting scene in front of him, and didn't take half a step back.

He asked suspiciously: "...a monster?"

Is this scolding him?

The empty cup containing the medicine fell to the ground, making a crisp shattering sound.

Looking at the monster that was rushing towards him, Ian gently shook his hand in the void, and the fighting instinct surged in his blood.

The Milky Way seemed to flow in through the porthole, and the quiet starlight flew by lightly amidst the nauseating eerie.

The thick and sticky tentacles and broken torso fell to the ground, making a heavy muffled sound.

Ian gently withdrew the knife, lowered his eyes to look at the infected objects that had been burned by the scorching blade, the wriggling moss and swollen vines seemed to be gutter creatures that had seen the sun, and blended into the gaps in the metal floor as quickly as possible time, disappeared.

Ian looked at the body that fell to the ground and was dismembered by himself, and was silent for a while.

This dirty thing hidden in the ship seemed to be a little more difficult than he imagined.

However, it is also conceivable that as an infectious monster, its approach is to lurk rather than kill. Without arousing the slightest vigilance, it infected almost the entire ship without anyone noticing.

This is the most brilliant method. Based on this alone, it can be inferred that this monster has the ability to think, rather than acting on instinct.

But he still felt very strange, why did this person suddenly start to scold him?

What about room service?

Just when he was wondering, he suddenly heard some chaotic footsteps coming from all directions, and soon, the door of his room was full of people of different races.

At this moment, they all looked at the picture in the room in astonishment.

——The gestalt scavenger stands calmly and indifferently under the cold light, the light of the knife in his hand illuminates the frightened and distorted expressions of the corpses on the ground, like a god of death harvesting life.Hearing the movement, he raised his head to look at the crew members, but his expression remained unmoved, those strange eyes seemed to have swept through all the dead objects without any fluctuations.

All the crew froze.

The words of reprimand and questioning were stuck on their lips. At this moment, they almost lost the courage to speak.

Their purpose is simple. They sent the stupidest but ambitious member of the crew to deliver medicine to this disgusting gestalt bug. If he was killed, everyone would be happy. people.

Once people are killed on board, Stark can no longer sit idly by - either he drives the gestalt bugs out of here, or he gets out of here with the gestalt bugs!

This dreadful vermin must not be left on this ship under any circumstances!

However, when they faced Ian who was standing with a knife, the courage to find fault was drained almost instantly.

It seemed that what stood in front of them was not a child-like scavenger, but a black hole that could swallow light and all the temperature.

Ian looked at them in confusion, and after a while, he asked, "Are you all here to provide room service?"

At the same time, the knife in his hand turned into particles and disappeared out of thin air.

Clark and Bruce, who lived not far away, heard the movement, and at this moment they all pushed the door and walked out, and they were slightly taken aback when they saw the crowded corridor.

"Hey, what happened?" Clark said aloud.

"...Look for yourselves!" The alien standing at the front said loudly, "This guy from the gestalt has killed people!"

His voice was loud and he sounded like he was emboldening himself.

But as long as one person speaks, the next thing seems to become a matter of course.

"That's right! Sure enough, Gestalt monsters are unreasonable. I don't understand why you want to keep this kind of vermin on the boat. Are you all crazy!"

"My God, Ipsy, Ipsy was killed like this, he was dismembered by this nasty gestalt bug!"

"Go to hell, murderer!"

"Murder pays for life! Disgusting thing, get out of this ship and go to your disgusting lair!"

……

Negative emotions flooded Ian like a sea tide, and he stood there quietly like a solitary boat.

Clark looked at the corpse in front of Ian and the sticky blood flowing everywhere in amazement.

what happened?

How did such a vicious incident happen in just a few hours?

"Hey, wait a minute!" He immediately stood in front of Ian, blocking all the malice and swearing, "What happened?"

Bruce frowned slightly, his eyes glanced at the corpses and broken cups on the ground, and at the crew members standing in the distance who dared not take a step forward, he had some vague guesses in his heart.

"Isn't it obvious enough! This gestalt monster killed our companion! You guys who came with him are probably not his accomplices!" The alien who spoke first shouted excitedly.

"Yes, accomplices! You are all from Gestalt!"

"Go back, you disgusting monsters!"

"Pests of the universe, scum of the stars!"

Listening to their abuse at Ian, Clark finally couldn't bear to speak: "Don't talk!"

As soon as this sentence came out, everyone was dumbfounded.

Years of business life made them feel that the people in front of them are not easy to mess with, perhaps even more difficult to mess with than that child-like scavenger.

So everyone unanimously chose temporary silence.

Clark turned around and asked Ian, "Ian, what's going on?"

Ian was stunned for a moment, and looked down at the corpse that he had dismembered. After a while, he lowered his head slightly and said nothing.

He can't say.

He couldn't tell Clark about "the monster," which would do everyone no good.He had already made up his mind that it would be best to take Bruce and Clark out of here tomorrow, and the local tyrant named Tony could also take him with him.

This ship is simply a time bomb, too dangerous to stay for long.

But would Clark misunderstand that he killed the alien on purpose?

Will he hate him?

"...I know you can't kill this guy for no reason, don't worry, I won't blame you." Clark frowned and continued, "I knew they wanted to do something to you, but I didn't expect it to be so quick!"

Bruce picked up a fragment of the cup from the ground, observed it carefully, and said in a low voice: "I'm afraid they wanted to take it first. There is a small amount of residue on this fragment, but it will evaporate in a short time. No evidence will be left."

Clark cursed secretly: "Damn it, Ian didn't provoke any of them at all!"

Even if he used to be a gestalt scavenger, he would only kill the abnormal sub-individuals inside the gestalt, and never did anything to anyone outside the gestalt!

These people simply transferred their hatred of Gestalt to Ian!

Ian was taken aback.He glanced at Clark in surprise, the iridescent eyes seemed to be trembling with light.

"Listen, Ian will never take the initiative to do anything to any of you. This matter will never be as simple as it seems." Clark said calmly, protecting Ian behind him.

"You still want to cover up this murderer?!" the crewman said through gritted teeth.

"Pay attention to your words!" Clark frowned, "He is not a murderer!"

"Okay, okay, okay." The crewman said bitterly, "Then it seems that you are in the same group, what? Is the next target going to be me? Or him?" He pointed to one of his companions, and then Immediately pointing to the next, "Or him?"

He roared with a ferocious face: "We still want to kill all of us!?"

"Hey, what are so many people doing here without sleeping? Everyone is so idle. I haven't seen you wash the deck." A familiar voice sounded lazily.

Everyone looked at Tony who was walking slowly from the end of the corridor.

"Human boss, they killed Ipsy!"

Seeing the current leader of the caravan, everyone roared with righteous indignation, as if to prove their justice and courage.

"Oh..." Tony responded casually. He walked to the door, glanced at the bloody corpse on the ground, frowned slightly and said, "Uh, I really don't care... It seems that our little warrior needs to be replaced. The room is asleep."

He looked at the disbelieving crew members, and rolled his eyes lightly: "Okay, don't crowd here, what should you do?"

His tone was light and airy, as if the murder case in front of him was just a trivial matter like breaking an egg.

He didn't even ask the cause of the matter, and he directly pronounced the result.

— Obviously, he will not make any judgments on these gestalt bugs because of this matter.

For Tony, all this is just a dream, and these crew members are just NPCs in the dream, so he certainly won't pay too much attention to them.

As soon as this remark came out, the crew immediately exploded.

"Our people are dead, boss! Why did you react like this!" The crew member said in an exaggerated and incredible tone, "Could it be that the lives of the brothers are not as precious as a gestalt bug?!"

The people behind him immediately sang together: "Could it be that the boss has been captured by Gestalt and assimilated?! That's why he has been covering up these Gestalt monsters!"

As soon as this sentence was said, everyone started to move around.

It seems that once the Gestalt hat was put on, they successfully convicted Tony, and they had a reason to do it.

At this moment, the emotions seemed to be contagious, and all the crew members looked at the four of them with almost unanimous movements, with strange red lights beating in their eyes.

"kill him."

"Kill them—"

"Kill them all!!"

Anger and murderous intentions are like a spark falling on dry wood, instantly igniting a deadly sea of ​​fire, as if they have been exposed to the dry air for a long time, waiting for this small cluster of flames.

Looking at this scene, Tony raised his eyebrows.

"Wow," he said dryly, "are they crazy?"

Bruce frowned: "I'm afraid it is indeed crazy."

Before the words fell, they saw the leading crew member suddenly tilt his head, as if his neck was twisted by something, and made a crisp sound.

Then, in his widened eyes in astonishment, a thin dark vine with mucus and thick blood slowly stretched out.