Lord of Winter: Beginning with Daily Intelligence Chapter 822 - 448: Louis’s Strength (Part 2)

This is not an ambush at all, it’s cooperation.

Louis didn’t even lift his eyelids, and softly said: "Too noisy."

His tone was as calm as scolding a barking dog.

Just before the claw was about to touch the skin, Balk’s movement experienced an extremely slight pause.

That was the signal disconnection generated at the extreme speed between the parasitic brain and the body’s nerves.

A physiological BUG of 0.1 seconds that only Louis could foresee.

This is the flaw.

Louis raised his left hand, and dark red Fighting Energy exploded from under his sleeve, muscles instantly blood-filled and swollen.

At the same time, a wisp of greedy dark purple mist slipped through his fingers like a snake opening its mouth.

"Snap."

A crisp sound, and the claw that could cut through steel stopped mid-air.

Louis’s hand, unknown since when, had precisely gripped Balk’s throat.

Position, angle, force, perfectly, as if Balk had delivered his neck to Louis’s palm, the tremendous charging momentum immediately cut off.

"Down." Louis’s wrist pressed down.

"Boom!"

The granite floor shattered like a cookie, rubble scattering everywhere.

Balk didn’t even have time to grunt, his whole body was slammed into the ground with one hand.

His body embedded in the cracked pit, with spinal bones snapping like firecrackers.

The claw hung in the air, only a few centimeters from Louis’s face.

But it could no longer move.

Louis looked down at the monster underfoot, fingers slowly tightening, eyes cold.

At that moment, Balk finally experienced true fear.

What he was proud of, the "Illusion Energy" bestowed by the Deep Sea Dominator, should have corroded all steel and will.

But now, the moment the energy surged out, it was swallowed whole by the purple mist leaking from Louis’s fingers.

Balk felt like a punctured abscess, his strength, life, and even the consciousness of the parasitic brain flowing madly out through the hand on his neck.

"No...what is this..."

The cartilage in his throat creaked, desperately trying to struggle, but his body honestly went limp as the energy drained away.

Louis still maintained his one-handed pressing posture.

His gaze was faint, the golden light in his pupils like reading a gauge.

"Too noisy." He softly said, fingers suddenly tightening.

"Crack!"

It was a teeth-grinding, moist crunch.

No beautiful magic collision, no earth-shattering move.

Louis simply applied an unbearable physical pressure.

Balk’s cervical vertebra shattered like brittle cookies.

Next was the pink brain parasitized outside the cranial cavity.

Under the tremendous grip, it didn’t even have time to launch a final mental impact before it was squeezed like an overripe tomato.

"Pfft."

Pink pulp exploded, immediately blocked by the purple mist outside Louis’s glove.

Balk’s body convulsed violently, and then fell limp as though its bones had been pulled out.

Louis let go of his hand, shaking it disdainfully.

Balk’s headless corpse lay there like a pile of trash.

Meryl, standing in the shadows, didn’t retreat, nor did she glance at the corpse.

"Screech——!"

A sharp noise crept out of her throat.

The sound didn’t seem human, more like two wet pieces of rubber being frantically rubbed together, making one’s scalp tingle.

The originally loose black robe was directly burst open, fabric fragments flying everywhere.

Underneath the robe, there was no woman.

It was just a mass of tangled pink flesh and tentacles, like a pulsating giant heart, gushing continuously.

Where the head was, there was only a mouth with bright red lipstick, hanging on that pile of rot, looking both comical and disgusting.

"Boom!"

Pink mist exploded.

The air instantly became sticky, like a bucket of expired honey had been dumped.

A scent of overly ripe flowers mixed with the stench of corpses rushed up the nose.

Weir groaned, even several meters away, his vision began to blur.

The surface of the red shield rippled layer upon layer.

This thing doesn’t harm the body, it harms the mind.

It wrapped around like warm water, whispering in your ear, persuading you to put down your sword, to walk over and merge with the warm, moist meat nest.

Louis stood at the center of the mist, not even frowning.

The Primordial Heart within his body spun steadily, like a cold platinum star.

He shook his hand, flicking off the remaining brain matter, a gesture as casual as if he had just washed his hands.

"Stop this trickery." His voice was not loud, directly cutting through the seductive sound, "I am not interested in aroused soft-bodied creatures."

"Buzz——!"

A platinum starlight rippled out with him at the center.

The pink mist trying to invade his pores sizzled as soon as it touched the starlight, like snow landing on hot iron, disappearing instantly.

Louis no longer held back.

A crimson wave surged from him, like wearing a roaring blood cloak.

Simultaneously, dark purple light scrambled at his fingertips, turning into invisible mouths, clacking sharply.

He raised his eyelids, the pale gold vertical pupils in his eyes fully opened.

Meryl’s meat nest shivered violently.

Dozens of pink tentacles with barbed suckers shot out fiercely, like a forest of spears, tearing through the air towards Louis.