American Horror Story: A Tale of Terror from Silent Hill

Chapter 47 Free Draw
The small head grew rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, it grew to the size of a normal person's head, but it was pale and thin, and looked like a skeleton.

The two long twintail tentacles trembled slightly.

I can feel that the direction of the air flow is changing!

Baling's six limbs formed by his long arms bent, and the next second, he had accumulated strength and was like a released spring, shooting half a meter to the right.

boom!
A stone as big as a basin happened to fall from where he was originally, and a noticeable pit was formed in the soft snow.

Baling looked in the direction of the sound.

Not far away, the taciturn masked man Jason walked out slowly. It was obvious that the previous collision was just a tickle to him.

"It's so hard to win the resurrection match, but you're looking for trouble instead of staying home."

Baling's body was curved, and his bulging pupils locked his gaze on Jason's mask.

Jason is a quiet kid, but he is definitely one of the best at holding grudges.

Without any extra words, Jason identified the enemy and just rushed forward, swinging his machete and chopping off the enemy's head.

Jason walked over with steady steps, and it seemed that his whole body was full of flaws.

As a killer, his overall IQ isn't very good, but his physical toughness makes up for it.

Jason usually uses a variety of weapons to ambush or assassinate his opponents. If he encounters an opponent with strong resistance, he will directly switch to the injury exchange flow.

You stab me and I stab you, let's see who can't take it first.

Of course, he is often the winner.

Baling's six limbs were bent and tensed, his body, as thick as a bowl, was extremely lowered, almost touching the ground, and the tentacles on his forehead were trembling violently.

Three meters, two meters, one meter...

The two entered the range of hand-to-hand combat.

A series of popping sounds rang out, and Baling's spine shook like waves, from the cervical vertebrae all the way down, with each vertebra tightly fitted together, the force piling up layer by layer, and finally bursting out suddenly.

Snapped!
A loud sonic boom suddenly exploded.

Baling bent into a "U" shape and used his body as a steel whip filled with power, swinging his tail suddenly and lashing out.

Jason had only halfway raised his machete when his knee suffered a devastating blow.

The ferocious force exploded, shattering the bones into pieces.

The human-faced stick insect's sinuous body violently broke Jason's legs, and with just one blow, he flew backwards, his back hitting the thick tree trunk, and his momentum suddenly stopped.

The fallen leaves drifted down along with the snow.

"How does it feel, Jason? It's not over yet!"

"I'll give you a few more draws as a reward for your bravery!"

A ferocious human face with an exaggeratedly wide open mouth full of jagged fangs.

Crack! Crack! Crack…

It was as lively as setting off firecrackers during the New Year. In an instant, Baling danced with his youth, as fast as lightning, betting on the spirit of the plantation, and swung out five terrifying whips in a row.

Each whip is so sharp and vicious that it can instantly scrape flesh and break bones when it hits a human body.

It turned out to be a new move he developed in his spare time - Lightning Five Whips!

I was given a lottery ticket as soon as we met, and an additional five lottery tickets. The benefits are quite good.

Jason was beaten like a top. After six blows, this tall and mighty body was turned into a torn sack.

Click!

There was a mixture of crackling bark and breaking bones.

Boom! The sound of falling trees echoed in the woods.

The big tree Jason was sitting on collapsed with a loud bang, and his body flew out again, landing in front of a thick tree in the forest.

After a burst of output, Baling had to stop and take a breath. He straightened his tall and thin body, touched his back with a little difficulty, and pushed hard.

Hiss! I just used too much force, and it seems like my lumbar disc is herniated.

Baling fiddled with it for a few seconds and finally got it done.

With a heartless pace, Baling approached Jason, who was lying on the ground with his arms and legs spread out. He looked down at his bloody body and sighed:

"Nutty, this is really hard. This can't even break you."

As he spoke, Baling stretched out his long arm, opened his five bony fingers, and pressed down on the white hockey mask.

fire!
With a thought, flames emerged from his fingertips, and the flames climbed up his five fingers, burning them into charred claws, completing the enchantment.

The flaming black claws, like sharp iron spikes, broke through the white mask with a drilling sound, tore through the surface flesh, and pierced into Jason's skull bit by bit.

It just so happened that Baling's mask was given to Alesha, and now Jason took the initiative to deliver it to his door. Baling had no choice but to accept this gift with tears.

Come out, my mask!

Dark blood flowed out.

It felt like his entire brain was trembling. Jason hadn't felt such pain for a long time!
It hurts so much! I'm going to kill you!!
Beneath the mask, his closed eyes opened, filled with crazy murderous intent.

Jason grabbed Baling's slender arm, and with a burst of superhuman strength, Baling's appendage was instantly torn off.

"Hold!"

Recovering so quickly!

Baling urged his thoughts, and the broken arm deformed and twisted, turning into a bundle of straw rope, one end of which pierced into the snow, and the other end tied Jason's waist.

In less than half a second, the rope broke and Jason fell to a sit-up.

Baling's attempt to pull out the mask also failed.

It would be much more difficult for Baling to deal with Jason, who had a physical body, by tearing out the soul inside!

Not to mention taking off the mask, even inflicting real and reliable damage to the physical body is difficult to do.

After all, Jason's recovery ability is really amazing!
Jason pulled out a dagger from somewhere and threw it, cutting off one of Baling's hind legs.

Baling's posture was unstable and he tilted forward and fell down.

The mask was cracked in half, revealing Jason's ugly face. He said nothing and grabbed the long arm around Baling's waist. With a pull, he broke another arm.

Moreover, Jason's black-gloved hands gripped Baling's long, slender body.

I'm going to tear you apart!
Because of the previous pain, Jason was extremely violent at this moment.

The powerful force tore in the opposite direction, the straw fibers broke into pieces, and Baling stretched a lot in an instant.

Just as it was about to be split in two again, Baling twisted his waist and took the initiative to move forward.

The remaining appendages of the lower body grabbed Jason's arms and thighs, and the arms of the upper body strangled Jason's neck. Baling's body coiled up like a snake.

Jason's body joints were controlled, and Baling's long neck was stretched to the extreme, wrapping around the trunk of the nearest tree.

The tentacles of the twin ponytails suddenly grew long, curved and inserted into the eye sockets of the mask. After piercing the smooth and elastic eyeballs, they stirred wildly inside.

The intense pain made Jason's movements stiff for a few beats, and his resistance was greatly weakened.

Baling seized the opportunity, tightened his long body suddenly, and dragged Jason violently to the surface of the tree trunk. In an instant, he rewrapped the body, encircling both Jason and the tree at the same time.

The long body continued to shrink inward, increasing the strength of the entanglement and achieving fatal strangulation bit by bit.

"Move, keep moving!"

Baling looked down at Jason who was tightly entangled. His withered face looked extremely hideous due to excessive force.

But Baling knew that he won this battle.

(End of this chapter)