Chapter 148: Hatching

The dazzling glare accompanied by high-energy heat, the light ball thrown by the angel is like a falling sun.
Chunsheng lies on the cloud with his face up, feeling only the blurry light gradually shining in front of his closed eyes.
His brow trembled slightly, and the burnt end of his right index finger also moved weakly a few times.
"Am I still... alive?"
Supported by a faint consciousness, his voice expressed incredulity.
The wound all over his body is ignored for the moment. At this moment, his body is in a state where his left arm is twisted, both legs are broken, the right side of his body is almost completely blown up, all the bones in his entire body are either shattered or broken, and his heart has also been pierced.
Such a horrifying injury would have been enough to kill an ordinary person multiple times, but he still stubbornly retains consciousness.
It's easy to see that this must be attributed to An Wu's help.
The scorching orb of light drew closer and closer to the immobile crowd, and in Haruki's mind, Anu spoke up once again, after a long silence:
"Freedom? Sounds...pretty nice."
It rarely paid attention to Haru's thoughts, just murmuring to itself in a weak and melancholic voice.
Familiar yet unclear scenes kept appearing in Haru's mind, and he could sense that An's consciousness had lingered in front of this scene for a long time.
Maybe this will be an important memory that will not be lost.
As Haruki thought this, he heard An Wu call out to him again after a brief pause.
He then slowly responded with his consciousness, and immediately heard An Wu say in a serious tone, "We... haven't lost yet..."
"Huh?"
Chun was puzzled by Anwu's words and obviously didn't quite understand.
The faint just now made him much calmer. Although there is still strong reluctance and anger in his heart at this moment, it is undeniable that winning the angel is truly impossible for him.
Last time... about the incident at the Wasteland Park... do you remember?
As An Wu spoke the explanation without further elaboration, the forgotten memory was excavated from deep within him like a fragment.
That night, he who had not been taken over by Anwu erupted with unparalleled brute force, easily defeating the S-class demon warrior 19 who had been injected with the potion.
"You mean..."
Spring's tone of voice sounded particularly shocked.
Is Anwu going to take control of his body again?
Absolutely not!
Regardless of whether he can defeat the angel, last time Anwu almost killed Xingran. If it succeeds again, other people may be placed in an extremely dangerous situation.
"Don't misunderstand..." Anwu immediately clarified their stance upon sensing Haruki's thoughts. "I didn't intend to do that this time..."
"Although I don't remember too clearly... My powers were limited to only one-tenth of their original strength before being completely liberated by the symbiote." Anwu continued to explain, "As long as you fully accept my power and we achieve complete synchronization in our minds, then we can unlock even stronger powers."
"With this power, I can give you the ability to fight against angels."
"But you have to think it through. After completely synchronizing our minds, a part of your spirit and soul will be absorbed by me. After about three times, your body will be completely taken over by me."
Anwu unreservedly shared all the intelligence he knew with Chunsheng and brought him the only possible opportunity at present.
But the question is, can Anwu's words really be trusted?
春生有些犹豫。
"Why... did you tell me all of this?"
Haruki asked warily, wondering about An's motives.
After all, there were still many unanswered questions surrounding the mysterious guest inside of him.
"There's no why... Just that we're both fleas on the same boat... That's all..."
Faced with Haruo's questioning, Anmu didn't continue to argue.
"You have to make a decision quickly...there's no time...no time to hesitate..."
"Once that external light ball falls, they will inevitably be destroyed, with no chance of survival."
"I always feel... if I were to die here, it would be a pity... maybe there are more wonderful things in this world..."
Suddenly, Anwu said something strange, making Chunsheng feel a little unfamiliar.
Accompanied by a strange sense of falling, Chunsheng slowly opened his eyes, only to find that his consciousness had entered again into the eerie space of Anger's interior, which was filled with eternal flames and howling.
He was lifted gently by a force and his four limbs hung low in the air. At the end of a yellow, cracking path stood an iron chair, sculpted with exaggerated craft into a fierce monster. Blood stains covered it, reflecting a dark red color in the flames.
A complete set of blood black armor was placed on the seat, and a red knife horn extended from the top of the helmet. The tough armor was covered with spikes, and various strange patterns were engraved on it.
Springborn looked at the armor and became a little absent-minded.
As long as he touched the armor, he would agree to Anwu's proposal. Their spirits would immediately start to resonate, at the cost of one third of their spirits and souls. Afterwards, his body would gain the power that Anwu had unleashed.
If An Wulian is willing to talk about the side effects of this spiritual tuning, it should also demonstrate its sincerity.
Perhaps there is no need for complex motives from the beginning. They, one eager to protect their companions and seek revenge for their deceased colleagues, and the other simply wants to see further.
"Tsk..." In the infernal interior, under the influence of Haru's willpower, he slowly drifted towards the armor in the air, then exerted all his strength and stretched out his twisted, charred right arm towards the blood-colored armor.
He shivered as he held onto the bloodthirsty blade and bitter-sweetly chuckled:
"I never thought...you could say something like that...I thought dogs couldn't speak ivory..."
He weakly spoke, but in a daze, he saw a crimson light suddenly flicker within the helmet of the armor set, and two blood-red ribbons extended from the hollow gauntlets, firmly wrapping around Haruki's arms.
What's this? Is this armor alive?
In an instant, Haruki felt a sharp pain in his head.
It seemed that countless images and sounds rushed into Haruki's mind randomly, using the two ribbons as a transmission channel.
Are all of these memories clear and unambiguous?
Haruaki gritted his teeth, and his hands, which should have been difficult to move, unconsciously clenched into fists.
The scene he saw was soaked in rivers of blood, as if it were about to devour him completely.
而在不远处，在朝着四周扩散的流血正中央，深黑色的铠甲正站在对面凝望着他。
不觉间，春生的双眼也变作赤红色……