Chapter 59 The Baby Crying in the Corpse

"And the flowers of the world will take shape, and magnificent and immortal things will follow"

Warren's chant hadn't ended, his poetry hadn't produced any effect yet, Gorey crawled on the ground with his two thick and powerful arms, dragging his bloated body like a house to approach.

The strips on its back seemed to be twisted ropes, and like things with a scaly trunk, they swung violently, and lashed towards the profiler like a whip.

Warren exclaimed, and the singing was interrupted. The young man who didn't care to continue singing rolled on the spot, avoiding the attack, once or twice. But he was thrown away by the third 'whip'. Fortunately, he raised his arm in time to block and was taking protective measures.

Otherwise, if the head is drawn, the consequences will be disastrous.

After a successful blow, Golei was about to chase after him, when suddenly its eyelids seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and liquid flowed out from the corner of its mouth, as if it was about to fall asleep.

Behind it, Lewis was closing his eyes, reaching out to press the center of his eyebrows, and there were circles of invisible ripples spreading, like flowing water flowing over Gorey.

The light in Goley's eyes dimmed rapidly, the muscles on his goat-like face were slowly relaxing, and he had already fallen asleep.

The profiler on the other side hurriedly got up, knowing that the captain had forcefully pulled Gorey into a dream, and he couldn't miss the opportunity. He immediately pulled out his revolver and poured the demon hunting bullets in the gun at Gorey's head.

No matter what kind of monster, the head is an important and deadly part.

Based on this judgment, Warren locked the opponent's head.

The bullets pierced Gorey's head one by one, but his skull seemed to be extraordinarily hard, and the bullets couldn't be completely embedded, and the energy saw the silver bullets on the surface of the goat's face.

After eating a bullet, Goley suddenly 'woke up'. The tentacles on its back frantically flapped around, as if it had a stress response from the dream and the shooting.

Warren didn't dare to stay where he was any longer, and moved around with his head in his arms, using the statue on the memorial square as cover to avoid the monster's attack.

Lewis seemed much more deliberate. He walked towards the monster, neither fast nor slow, and Gorey's tentacles always missed him.

The inspector at this time is being favored by the god of luck.

"you-"

"The quiet virgin bride;"

"A maiden adopted by silence and long hours."

"Historian of the woods, you tell so beautifully;"

"A flowery story is better than our poems."

(Note 1)

As Lewis sang, there seemed to be a quiet atmosphere in the air. Although it didn't make Gorey fall asleep, its movements became noticeably sluggish, which allowed Lewis to easily jump onto its body.

Then he quickly climbed up Goley's back with his vigorous movements. Even in such a battle, the inspector, with his hairstyle still intact, moved closer to the monster's head.

Gorey seemed to feel something, and suddenly swung it sharply. Lewis was almost thrown from above, but he pulled out a dagger, advanced into the monster's body, and was lucky to be fixed on it.

Then, with the help of this swinging inertia, he swung out, rolled in mid-air, and crossed with Gorey's head as he passed by.

Lewis stretched his arms naturally, allowing the muzzle of the revolver to rest between the eyebrows of the goat's face.

Shoot continuously!

bang bang bang-

Three muffled gunshots echoed in the square. Goley let out a scream, covered his head with his hands, and writhed crazily. It slammed into those sculptures out of control, and the tentacles on its back whipped around. In the process, it gradually lost its strength, and finally fell to the fountain in the middle.

The huge body crushed the fountain, and water flowed from under the fragments of the pool and Gorey's body, filling every gap between the floor tiles.

Warren opened his mouth wide and said in disbelief, "Captain, is it... over?"

Lewis was putting away the revolver, and nodded calmly: "I found its weakness in the dream, it only has a weak spot on the head between the brows, which can destroy its brain."

"Handsome, captain!" Warren exclaimed happily. "The lucky coin is really useful. Without it, we might not be so successful."

Lewis opened the pocket and glanced at the coin inside. The pattern on it disappeared: "The stored luck should be used up. Next, I have to quarantine. The corpse of this thing needs to be disposed of by you."

"Wow-"

At the end of the inspector's words, a baby's cry suddenly came from behind!

In the quiet square, among the corpses of fallen monsters, there was the cry of a baby. There was nothing more frightening than this.

Hearing this sound, the smile on Warren's face disappeared, and Lewis turned around very quickly, took out the revolver again, and filled the cylinder with bullets.

At this moment, the crying stopped, but both of them saw that the belly of Gorey's corpse was bulging abnormally. Suddenly, there was a sizzling sound, and a blade with a dazzling yellow light broke open the belly, pulled it down, and a large amount of blood and unknown liquid gushed out.

Then, a baby crawled out of that belly, a baby almost one meter high. It still didn't know how to control its own body, and rolled off the corpse all at once.

The two of Lewis saw that the baby had dull skin, two small horns on the top of its head, and faint, incoherent mysterious patterns on its body.

Behind it, there is a pair of small fleshy wings the size of a palm, and in its hand, it holds a short yellow blade like a dagger.

Warren felt that it was difficult to close his mouth, and said in a tone almost moaning: "Captain, what is this?"

The lunatic's revelation flashed through Lewis' mind.

'Gory ate his brother.'

He suddenly had a suspicion, but now is not the time to think about it. He focused on this 'baby' and said in a low tone: "Looking at it, it seems to be a born devil."

"Judging from its state, it has just been born and should possess some of the abilities of a demon, but it is not yet proficient and powerful."

Warren swallowed: "That is to say, we still have a chance to kill it?"

As if sensing Warren's thoughts, the baby lifted its head, eyes gleaming fiercely on its wrinkled face, and its mouth opened.

A language that does not belong to humans was spit out from the baby's mouth, and that kind of filthy tone made everyone who heard it couldn't help but feel a chill.

Lewis and Warren were about to raise their guns to attack, but they found that their movements had become noticeably sluggish and less fluid.

At this time, the baby raised his left hand, and a light blue flame rose from the fleshy palm, accompanied by the baby's throwing motion.

The flame condensed into a sphere and smashed towards Lewis and the two of them.

"Get out of the way"

Lewis and Warren threw themselves in opposite directions, but they were so slow that the ball of fire hit them at their feet, and they hadn't finished rolling yet.

Then the fireball expanded and exploded, and the light blue flame immediately bloomed on the square

Note 1: From "Ode to a Grecian Urn" by the British poet John Keats.