Chapter 77 Monsters From the Abyss

"We must stop them." Xing Ze said to himself. John turned his head in confusion and looked at him in confusion.

"Are they opening the dream rift?"

"What am I talking about?" John was more and more confused.

Xing Ze said slowly: "We have to ask people to go to the winery. Jacob is right. They don't have time."

As if to verify his words, the birds that were taking shelter from the rain in the surrounding trees flew up, and Xing Ze found that the stones on the ground were shaking slightly.

He heard someone exclaimed, and then a nameless fear swept over him, as if someone had punched him directly in the stomach, making him want to vomit.

The air in his nose became thicker and thicker, the stones began to jump, and the ground trembled.

"It seems that they don't need to go over." John muttered in the direction of the winery.

The entire winery suddenly exploded, and the shock wave hit the first all-round protection with debris and dust.

"Reinforce!" Scrimgeour ordered immediately, and the Aurors raised their wands and injected their magic power into the shield.

The shock wave became stronger and stronger, and something was coming there. John Xingze shouted: "Go, go!"

The first line of defense was shattered, and the wizards had no time to react, and the second line of defense also quickly collapsed.

Dust and debris rushed in with the air wave in an instant. Nothing could be heard or seen. The only thing that could be felt was the overwhelming fear and depression.

The strong wind blew away the dust, and Scrimgeour and the wizards around him waved their wands to disperse and set up a barrier.

"Come there! "The Auror Director shouted, but no one responded to him. Everyone looked at the ominous thing that was bulging from the ground.

What kind of existence is that? Words cannot describe its ugly appearance, and language cannot describe the suffocating and desperate frenzy. It rose from the abyss with a disgusting scream and crazy roar.

The wizards closest to it screamed immediately. They shouted like possessed. Some guards brought by the church did not even have time to pray before they went to see their god.

Scrimgeour's face was pale, and he shouted in a trembling voice: "Merlin is here."

The monster made a whistle like a train whistle, as if it was celebrating its rebirth - a butterfly that broke out of its cocoon and spread its most proud wings.

The rain seemed to stop at that moment, and then began to pour wildly, and the land, trees, and rocks around the ugly thing began to rot, and even the rain turned black.

"Retreat! "Bishop Jacob was quite sober, and he gave the order decisively.

The gray-robed monks immediately began to act. They injected the blood of saints into those who were trapped in the quagmire of fear to help them recover from the mental pollution.

"It...it passed!" Someone shouted.

The mass of black flesh and blood monster began to move towards it, and the dark red tumors slowly cracked, revealing countless eyes of all sizes.

'Go, use Apparition, go!" Scrimgeour survived the initial fear. Although the invisible erosion was still tormenting his spirit, at least he was quite sober.

"It can't be used, damn it, he can't use Apparition."

"They begged to die, they all begged to die there."

"No, no, no, no, he really doesn't want to die, no, no, no--"

The wails came one after another. The monster not only interfered with people's minds, but also disturbed their magic. At this moment, it required extraordinary concentration to use Apparition to escape.

The head Auror could not blame those desperate people. The blasphemous thing appeared too suddenly. They were not prepared at all and were caught off guard.

Scrimgeour asked the deputy to organize the retreat, and he began to concentrate on casting spells. He couldn't let those people die there.

"Bishop, it's too dangerous there. Why don't you retreat with them?" A monk, Jacob, said.

Jacob looked at the monk coldly and asked, "Where is Bartholomew?"

"They can't confirm where Bishop Nathan is."

"Then he will wait for him there, and we will help him retreat."

"But..."

Jacob raised his leg to stop the monk, "There is nothing to deny. Letting that thing out will cause irreversible pollution. He should try to hold it back while it is not completely integrated."

The monk saw the bishop's resolute look, so he drew a cross on his chest and whispered, "May the saints who fear God take the long sword given by the Father from his legs and raise it high to slay the evil forever, Amen!"

"May the saints who fear God take the long sword given by the Father from his legs..."

"May the saints who fear God take him from his legs..."

The monks recited prayers one after another, and one of them handed over a black sword and a bottle of potion.

The bishop solemnly took the sword and drank the potion. He made a cross on his chest, bowed his head and whispered, "The Virgin Mary is here." Then he strode towards the monster.

"Is he finally crazy?" John looked at Bishop Jacob and said, he took out the wine bottle and drank whiskey.

"He is very happy that I didn't lose my mind." Xing Ze said.

John spit and grinned, "It's almost there, kid, it's almost there. Will they leave or not?"

"It depends on how much I want those bastards to pay the price."

"I mean, is that a wax face?"

"Look carefully, J, there are human legs and feet hanging on it. Ask him to tell me whether it is the top leaders of the Oil Gang."

"That's great." John smiled even more, "Save him from looking for them one by one. People have almost withdrawn, otherwise the Piecuo will be lively."

Scrimgeour started a fight for the Piecuo, and five spears appeared behind him. He waved his wand vigorously, and the spears shot through the rain and shot at the monster one by one.

The ugly thing had no intention of dodging, and the spears hit all of them, but they didn't have much effect. As it approached, everything around it began to rot and wither.

Scrimgeour waved his wand again, and the spears exploded. The powerful impact slowed down the meatball-like monster.

Perks's spear technique didn't work. What was that thing made of? John sighed in his heart, and gathered an inconspicuous fireball with his wand.

In the smoke, a pair of thick legs and arms stretched out and slapped Scrimgeour fiercely. Bishop Jacob arrived in time and blocked the blow with his body and sword.

The black rain was shaken away, and the bishop half-knelt on the ground, his blood vessels emerged from his skin, twisted and black.

Xingze Andros fired a missile at the leg and arm, and the missile exploded, but it didn't work. The monster roared, and the sound wave came, forcing back all the wizards and monks who wanted to ask for help.

Xingze rushed to cast a universal protection, protecting John and himself inside.

Scrimgeour completed another spell with difficulty, the earth trembled, and the spikes rose from the ground, piercing the bloody and twisted leg, and holding it up in the air.

The smelly black blood flowed eastward along the stone spikes, and the wounds wailed everywhere, like thousands of evil spirits from hell.

John finally released the fireball-compressed flame bomb, his wand turned into ashes, and the fireball shot to the east of the monster.

As the explosion sounded, flesh and blood splattered, and the monster fell to the ground with a bang.

Thanks to Liu Xiantianci, Ye Yiyi, with or without 123's recommendation votes