I’m Trapped in a Cube - Chapter 48

“What attack was this?”

Mo Ling was on high alert, staring at Prophet Baixiang in the center of the temple.

But what happened next stunned everyone.

The sheep-headed person hefted its frame, lifted it above its head, and hurled it at Prophet Baixiang, who was charging up.

The frame spun through the air and crashed down on Baixiang’s forehead.

Prophet Baixiang’s attack was interrupted, and its face twisted in rage.

It ignored the squad and glared murderously at the sheep-headed person.

The sheep-headed person stood its ground, as wild as ever.

Mo Ling, who had been preparing to retaliate, was also stunned by its action.

“What was it trying to do?”

The sheep-headed person seemed to have made Prophet Baixiang its new target.

It crouched slightly, then charged downward.

As it ran, it summoned two giant chainsaws from its arms and swung them at Prophet Baixiang.

Baixiang’s fighting spirit was ignited. Its left hand rippled into a thick turtle shell, blocking the attack.

The sheep-headed person’s chainsaws struck the shell, the chains shattering instantly, but it didn’t stop attacking.

The broken chains retreated into its body, reappeared repaired, and cut at the shell again.

Baixiang wouldn’t let it keep this up.

The turtle shell glowed, softened, and absorbed the chainsaws like clay.

Then two long bone spurs grew from the sides of the shell, wrapping around the sheep-headed person’s arms and stabbing into its ribs.

But that wasn’t all-the spurs became tentacles, swelling inside the sheep-headed person, trying to burst it from within.

Just as it was about to be torn apart, black chain patterns appeared under its skin.

The chains writhed through its body like parasites, slicing through the foreign objects, then suddenly shot out, splattering onto Baixiang’s head.

The chains pierced Baixiang’s skull, but it liquefied its head, making the chains fall to the ground.

Baixiang pushed hard, and the rehardened shell bounced the sheep-headed person away.

The severed tentacles remained in the sheep-headed person, but it ignored them, continuing to attack until its healing flesh forced them out.

The two monsters’ battle left everyone dumbfounded.

They didn’t care about injury, only whether their attacks worked.

No defense-only pure offense.

Baixiang sprouted fine fungal threads, stabbing into the sheep-headed person.

The sheep-headed person sliced them off with a chainsaw and stabbed Baixiang’s belly.

The broken threads turned into black worms, stretching down from the sheep-headed person and burrowing into the ground.

The worms tightened, dragging the sheep-headed person down.

The chainsaw embedded in Baixiang’s belly cut a gash down to its thigh.

Transparent fluid filled the wound, sealing it instantly.

Baixiang raised its foot, which became a huge needle-edged leaf, covering the fallen sheep-headed person.

The leaf wrapped it up, the inside lined with spinning serrated threads.

But a black flash split the leaf in two, and the bloodied sheep-headed person leapt out.

It healed rapidly, then slashed at Baixiang with its chainsaw.

“How long are they going to fight?” a soldier muttered.

One is unkillable, the other always changing-this battle seemed endless.

But Mo Ling didn’t think so.

He noticed a subtle change.

The sheep-headed person’s healing was still getting stronger!

And it was using its chainsaws in more ways.

Gradually, it stopped only summoning chainsaws from its arms, and began calling them from all over its body.

Baixiang’s attacks became less effective.

The experienced war machine seemed to realize this.

It suddenly sprouted wings and flew skyward, away from the sheep-headed person.

Then it created more of those flaming insects and sent them down.

The sheep-headed person didn’t dodge, but kept spraying chains at Baixiang.

The insects landed and ignited it, turning it into a charred mass.

Knowing its healing was formidable, Baixiang sent more insects, piling on the flames.

After several rounds, the figure in the flames stopped moving.

“Was the sheep-headed person dead?”

Even seeing it so battered, Mo Ling, knowing the Red Rope Worm’s nature, didn’t believe it was finished.

It would only get stronger.

Sure enough, the figure in the flames began to move.

The sheep-headed person, now bright red, walked out of the fire.

It had summoned micro-chainsaws all over its body, covering itself.

Once its flesh adapted to the extreme heat, its healing reached equilibrium with the flames, and it could move again.

Baixiang unleashed every power it had.

Magma, acid, lightning, cold, poison, and all sorts of unknown energies…

The sheep-headed person stood its ground, enduring every attack.

At first it couldn’t fight back, then it adapted, and finally became immune, counterattacking.

Each attack from Baixiang gave it a new defense.

Its healing reached a terrifying level.

Even turned to ash, it reappeared in an instant.

And its use of chainsaws became more and more incomprehensible.

It even shot countless chains from its chest, grabbing at Baixiang in the air, nearly dragging it down.

Baixiang dodged, but now seemed unable to deal with the sheep-headed person.

It could only fly around, repeating attacks, clearly realizing its attacks only made the sheep-headed person stronger.

Mo Ling saw Baixiang struggling as he had, and felt oddly comforted.

The Red Rope Worm-truly shocking.

Baixiang, flying above, suddenly did something strange.

It hovered over the sheep-headed person, and when the chains shot up, it liquefied and poured down.

Countless drops of transparent fluid covered the sheep-headed person, clinging to its skin and merging.

When Mo Ling realized what Baixiang was doing, he was shocked.

No-he had to stop it. It was trying to graft itself onto the sheep-headed person!