Chapter 1157 Poetry

At the end of the 401st year of the Black Iron Calendar, a large-scale plague broke out in the Kalsa Federation and Green Forest City.

This virus came from nowhere, spread across the entire city in an instant, and was extremely contagious. It took less than three hours from infection to onset, and the fatality rate was 100%.

Moreover, after death, the corpse will gain powerful power and is full of desire for the flesh and blood of the living, so it is called the 'walking corpse'.

If it weren't for the restriction of some extraordinary factors that prevented the virus from spreading outward, it might not be difficult for the entire world to be destroyed.

Even if the disaster only affects one city, the hundreds of thousands of corpses created in an instant will take away most of the energy of the Federation. The Investigation Office and the army have to rush to help and seal off the surrounding areas. Even Holy Heber and Arkham feel that uneasy.

Under such circumstances, the little ghouls and vampires rioting in Kimbert City seemed nothing.

Even if Ryan and others can produce evidence that those cultists are holding a ceremony to summon the ancients, for ordinary people, the so-called ancients ruling the planet are simply myths and legends.

What's more, even with a little knowledge, I don't believe that some remnants of the Eye Worship Church are capable of completing such a huge ceremony.

Coupled with the imminent chaos of walking corpses, all kinds of reinforcements will inevitably be delayed.

The people in Kimbert City are completely desperate. Although the actual number of ghouls and vampires killed will not exceed 10,000, the psychological pressure caused is enormous. After the rich fled, the ordinary people who were forced to make a living added protective measures to the doors and windows, and the prices of various daily necessities skyrocketed. At night, the whole city seemed to become a dead city.

"dominate……"

In the grocery store, Molly Gu stood next to Fang Yuan: "All the senior officials of the Eye Worship Church have settled in Kimbert City, and created conditions for catching the sacrifices and opening the final offering of the soul... But I have to say, no matter the sacrifices How about the quality of the products, their technology is really... backward!"

"It's flattering to say it's backward, I seem to see a group of primitive people dancing with stone tools..." Fang Yuan held up a cup of hot cocoa: "There are a lot of common-sense mistakes in the sacrificial runes, and there are various irregularities. The main body can be confused...they haven't succeeded in killing them for so many years, and it's really the eyes of darkness that protect them!"

"The final sacrifice of the soul they are going to open, the most suitable sacrifice is Nietzsche, the one who once hunted the ritual! But this will obviously conflict with the master's goal, do I need to take action?"

"No need, the grocery store is just a safe haven... If a guy who has received a sliver of fate dies at the hands of a cultist, it's his fate..."

Fang Yuan put down the porcelain cup: "However... those people of the Eye Church need help, otherwise, even if they have completed the collection of flesh, blood, and soul, they will not be able to summon the ancients to come..."

...

The night was dark.

Since the emergence of ghouls and vampires in large numbers, inspectors have become a high-risk occupation, and from time to time there are monster attacks and sacrifices.

At this time, the entire Kimbert City was in a situation of insufficient police force, and Ryan couldn't imagine it.

After all, they are ordinary people, and they must have fear of monsters, and they cannot risk their lives.

And the high-level forces of the investigation office, as well as the elite military, have been transferred to Lusen City. If the walking corpse virus breaks out there, it will definitely be a disaster that destroys mankind.

"You have to work overtime at night, especially without overtime pay! I hate this job!"

Nietzsche patrolled with a few men in black, still complaining dissatisfiedly.

This is actually just a joke. After all, as an Extraordinary, his salary must be higher than that of ordinary people, and he can also apply for a special fund for doing magic experiments and so on.

Especially now that the situation is critical, although the above staff is short of manpower, the funding requirements can definitely be met.

‘It’s better to read a few more pages of the book of Sen Luo! '

Nietzsche touched the revolver at his waist, which was full of enchanted bullets.

But in fact, what he trusts the most is his extraordinary ability.

"Boss Andy, there must be some kind of conspiracy..." Especially the book of Sen Luo, it really covers everything, and even Nietzsche was in a cold sweat after reading some weird curse methods.

After just reading a few pages, he was confident that he could calmly deal with other Beyonders, and even stabilize Angelina's veteran Beyonder.

"So far, there has been no case of a spirit attack...Of course, it may be that it happened too covertly. The most important thing is ghouls and vampires..."

Nietzsche was thinking slowly, and suddenly, a sharp scream came from the dark street, echoing in the empty night, making people shudder.

"Go!"

Nietzsche roared, and strode towards the source of the sound.

When everyone is extremely vigilant and remodeling their homes as fortresses, it is not so easy for ghouls and vampires to find suitable targets.

Forcible intrusion has also become an inevitable choice, which is easy to cause noise and attract attention.

"It's there! Plantagenet Building! Call for reinforcements immediately!"

When Nietzsche came under a building, a golden flame flashed in his eyes. Even in the dark, he could clearly see outside the window on the third floor. The wooden railing was broken and a big hole was opened.

He leaped over the stairs and found the room corresponding to the window. Hearing the sound of fighting inside, he kicked the door directly.

boom!

Sawdust flew, and the gate was torn apart.

Immediately, Nietzsche saw the interior scene.

A woman was lying in a pool of blood. There was a huge gap in her waist, and her intestines and internal organs were faintly visible.

A huge ghoul next to it, on all fours, was the obvious culprit.

And the male master of this family is holding a double-barreled shotgun, ready to go.

"go to hell!"

Nietzsche quickly drew his gun and fired. After a few shots, the ghoul's body was pierced with blood and fell to the ground.

"Simple and easy, it seems that I was too careful..."

Nietzsche sighed secretly: "It turns out... I am already so different from ordinary people..."

"Who are you? Don't come here!"

At this time, the male host looked flustered, and the muzzle of the shotgun was pointed at Nietzsche.

"Hey! Brother, don't worry, I'm not a bad guy, but a civil servant who specializes in dealing with these monsters... Well, I should be considered a civil servant, right?"

Nietzsche stepped forward with a smile, and was about to take out his ID, and call some real police inspectors over by the way.

boom! !

At this moment, the host on the opposite side howled and pulled the trigger.

The steel balls in the shotgun are like quicksand, covering an area in an instant.

Even if he was an Extraordinary, Nietzsche only had time to move away for a certain distance, and immediately felt as if his right arm, waist, and face were stung by a wasp. A powerful force came, and he couldn't help but take a few steps back: " What the hell are you doing?"

"Got you, my cutie!"

The male protagonist let out a smirk, and flew forward, his speed and strength were not in the category of ordinary people at all.

"flame!"

Nietzsche quickly recited the mantra, and a golden flame fell on the man.

With a scream, he rolled quickly, a layer of skin fell off, and he suddenly turned into Hannibal's appearance!

"It's you!"

Nietzsche's eyes narrowed: "Vivienne, there are so many enemies of colleagues! You can't escape this time..."

"Run? Why run away?" Hannibal looked calm, tearing off the remaining human skin, like a gentleman about to attend a ball, especially his gaze made Nietzsche very uncomfortable, it was the look of treating him like a banquet .

And Nietzsche knew that the other party must be able to do it!

raging!

He stretched out his right hand, and a group of golden flames suddenly burned on it.

"Extraordinary! And it's still at the level of a controller who can control extraordinary power..." Hannibal's eyes lit up: "Very good!"

"Okay?" A trembling feeling suddenly spread throughout Nietzsche's body.

He didn't have time to think, and the whole person flew to the side.

Whoosh!

In the next moment, where he was originally, there were a few black tentacles.

"Hee hee...I know you...you are the kid who got away..." A woman stepped out of the darkness with only one eye: "Come on... come to your mother!"

"It's you!"

The one-eyed, and this kind of laughter immediately brought back certain memories of Nietzsche, making his eyes reddened: "Go to hell!"

As if sensing his anger, the terrifying golden flames exploded instantly, forming a cone, burning towards the opposite side.

This is the ability to control flames that he acquired after reading a page of Sen Luo's broken chapters, and it complements the Great Sun Meditation method even more.

raging!

The flames rose and the temperature skyrocketed.

Those dark tentacles were instantly reduced to ashes in the flames. With a scream, Hannibal was on fire and jumped out of the window.

"How dare you..." Most of Barbaret's black robe was burned, with burn marks on her face and half of her body, and she roared, "I'm going to kill you!"

But at this moment, Nietzsche looked at her as if he was looking at a dead person, and recited a poem:

"Your doomsday is coming, the boundless shadow has enveloped you, the wraith of death hovers around you all the time, the carriage of the underworld is ready to carry you at any time, the rotting vulture is ready to peck your flesh and blood, and the greedy poisonous snake is always biting you. Eat your toes, and burn your body to ashes... Sinner! Your soul will carry sin to destruction..."

This is the content recorded on the previous page of Sen Luo's Book, which is full of negative energy and curses. Even Nietzsche himself took a long time to rely on the Great Sun Meditation to break free from it.

At this time, Barbaret listened to the poem, her eyes suddenly became blank, she pulled out the staff at her waist expressionlessly, and aimed the sharp root at her eyes.

puff!