Chapter 213 Gao Weier's Fall (Seventeen)

The cup-shaped aberrant seems to have reached a deadlock with gray-green vines and pale bone claws.

But in fact, the appetite inside is rising. The free form eats the broken wood chips and bone fragments, and the muscles all over the body are burning with the flames of appetite like a stomach furnace. The skin and flesh are accelerated and deformed during the devouring.

Soon it will be able to usher in rebirth in pain, embrace never-ending hunger and thirst, and swallow endless pleasure.

"I will be promoted to a truly qualified person and enjoy the feast——"

The cup-shaped aberration made a vague declaration while using its fine teeth of new flesh and blood to eat the vitamin crude fiber that was automatically sent into the mouth.

But before it could express its inner appetite, a slight sharp scream sounded, and the annoying slender metal shot out again, piercing deeply into its undistorted eye sockets and rolling violently inside its skull. , hitting its brain heavily, causing its thinking activities to temporarily stagnate.

Then in the dark vision, its three dancing little eyes saw a dazzling incandescent thunder that connected the dim sky and the gray snow. From top to bottom, it seemed like the rugged sky was pierced by the anger. The sword blade, its mind was completely enlightened, the temperature of the skull was like an oven, and the smell of the burnt brain was emitting a fishy smell.

The fiery and violent thunder raged wantonly in the nerve passages, and the muscles passing through it inevitably spasmed and twitched.

The vocal cords vibrate in a desperate struggle following the last nerve impulse, "I will devour all the sweet, salty, bitter, spicy and sour things in the world, and I will feast on them..."

Before the words were completely finished, this loyal butler who was even willing to sacrifice his sanity and become a deformed monster in order to protect the Michaelis family was still unable to complete his inner obsession, and even failed to delay it for too much time. It was already lying on its back like a piece of burnt charcoal, and the snowflakes stirred up by falling to the ground swallowed it into the ground like a big gray mouth.

But the cruel sniper in the town in the distance was still pulling the trigger tirelessly. The hexagonal prism warheads sliced ​​through the wind and snow at short intervals, all rushing towards the empty eye sockets, the slender metal tumbling. They collided with each other, stirring the burnt fat into a pulp.

With a standard posture that can definitely be written into military textbooks, Watson quickly repeated a series of monotonous actions of cleaning the gun chamber - loading ammunition - aiming and shooting - cleaning the gun chamber, but always like a precise machine without making any mistakes, shooting The interval time is compressed to the lowest theoretical limit for human beings, and each round of ammunition is accurately fired into the target's head, completely annihilating the distorted consciousness.

Until the body in the distance completely stopped twitching, the Broken Walking Corpse also waved its bone-shattering claws and stepped forward to strike. The last sharp bone blade successfully cut off the withered and charred head.

Only then did Watson stop shooting, allowing the red-hot barrel of the gun to take a moment of respite. He looked up at the Cowell Hotel on the cliff in the distance. The eighteen-year-old building was already blackened. In one piece, several circles of hideous holes were blown up by the caster throwing detonators, and the furniture still burning slowly inside could be vaguely seen.

However, what is puzzling is that no matter how the fire spreads inside, the room in the middle of the top floor of the Cowell Hotel seems to have never been licked by the flames. It is still clean and complete, as if even the strong wind and blizzard are protecting it. This room extinguishes and extinguishes any flames that try to spread.

And that was the bedroom of old Michaelis, the owner of the Gowell Hotel, and it was also the ultimate target of the Crossroads Order's attack.

The top of the cliff is too far away from the town of Ilkesmouth, and the height difference is too large. Buildings need to be built to block the ballistic trajectory... The spire of the ruined Order is no longer suitable as a sniper point, and the indifferent sniper silently turned over Going down to the church, we fell into the increasingly thick snow.

Watson carried the heavy equipment on his back and headed towards the streets of Cowell step by step. The streets he passed along the way were covered with gray frost and snow and pools of crystallized blood. Broken corpses lay on both sides of the road.

But the remaining survivors still struggled with each other with red eyes, fighting for their neighbors' wives and daughters, beating fellow villagers on the head, biting the flesh and blood of relatives and friends... The influence of hearts and cups, lamps and moths still lingers in the air, Stay for a long time.

These were the townspeople who rushed out to check the situation after hearing the explosion on the cliff. After they witnessed the five strangers dancing strangely on the streets of Gowell, they felt that this familiar scene aroused hatred in their hearts. , the eighteen-year blood feud came to mind again.

The angry townspeople picked up harpoons, kitchen knives, sticks and chairs and rushed into the streets, shouting dirty words and vowing to make these five damn foreigners pay the due price!

Then the first batch of charging troops were torn apart by the second cannon fodder unit that had just gathered. Their limbs were torn off and their heads were broken off. The deformed and bloated giant townspeople showed no mercy to these once familiar neighbors. Follow your inner command to attack faithfully.

When the blood and minced meat of the first batch of troops who charged against foreigners were sprinkled on the streets, this bloody scene did not frighten or shrink back the townspeople who came after them. They looked at the broken bodies of their friends/relatives/neighbors, and their eyes were filled with tears. The anger burned more and more fiercely, and even they could not explain why such violent anger arose in their hearts, why their hearts beat so passionately...

"Why do I feel like there is an endless stream of power surging in my body? I really want to hit something!!" The man said this, swinging his fist and hitting his brother beside him.

"Why did you, damn old Busen, pounce on my wife?!" The young man looked at his father's ugly appearance, and he was furious. He suddenly raised his leg and kicked his father's crotch... But what really made him feel miserable and angry was that his wife actually cooperated and undressed, and the seductiveness in her eyes was almost sticky!

"Why were your cards so good yesterday?! You must have cheated!" The gambler recalled yesterday's card game, and the more he thought about it, the angrier he felt. The resentment and anger overwhelmed his reason. He grabbed his card partner's collar and punched him hard in the nose.

"Why does little John in my arms smell so sweet? It's so sweet that I can't help but want to try him!" The woman looked down at her little son, feeling the sweet fragrance of the same blood flowing into her nose, and couldn't help licking her thick purple lips.

"Why didn't you come home the night before yesterday, Gefenni..."

"Why..."

"Why..."

All kinds of questions or layers of illusions and temptations permeated the minds of these mortals, distorted their cognition, and diverted their hatred and anger, spreading to their close friends and relatives around them. The fight became more and more intense and turned into a cruel fight. The splashed blood and the roaring roars helped the fascinating evil power to spread further.

The power of the Crossroads sect's secret followers has reached a very high peak at this time. The four believers are dancing in a seemingly silent way, but the rhythm of their hearts has all gathered at Melanie in the center of the ceremony, and gathered on the small human skin drum held high by this lamp-shaped secret believer. Although no one hits the drum, it vibrates on its own, just like an active heart.

The five people ignored the mortals fighting behind them, but moved steadily and slowly toward the cliff. With the blessing of the five heart-phase connection, their heart perception range also extended to the 300-yard range that had never been reached. They immediately clearly felt the dimness of the heart-phase rhythm of Brother Istvan, and felt the surging and wild other heartbeat, which was obviously the counterattack from the Gowell Hotel.

"Brother Istvan has died, we must not let his efforts go to waste!"

Seeing that the cup-phase monster that was about to be distorted fell into a state of unconsciousness and stiffness and could not resist under the joint efforts of the two summons and Brother John who was responsible for remote support, Melanie decisively controlled the five people's heart-phase magic power to transform into rhythmic words, awakened the still brewing violent thunder, and bombarded the motionless cup-phase distorter!

Two loud explosions rang out, one was the roar of the sky and dark clouds, and the other was the explosion of the white electric snake bombarding the flesh.

The ugly, charred body fell down unwillingly, and the secret believers of the Crossroads Cult also breathed a sigh of relief temporarily. This ritual of awakening the sky and summoning thunder consumed most of their mental power. At this moment, they all felt a trace of fatigue in their hearts, and it seemed that even their hearts were about to skip a beat.

Fortunately, the follow-up support team came with sufficient supplementary supplies. They immediately took out a test tube full of vitality extract liquid from their arms and directly injected it into the heart. The slightly tired heart immediately beat excitedly, and at the same time, the soul's mental state also beat again.

Melanie commanded the members of the Qi phase to pick up the dagger dropped by the cup phase deformer, the members of the winter phase sealed the corpse of the cup phase and repaired the two damaged corpses, the members of the moth phase were responsible for helping to repair the damaged sprouting corpse, and she and the members of the cup phase were responsible for guarding on the side.

After a short rest, the five people finally recovered their lost mental power. They reassembled the crossroads array, guarded by two hard and indestructible summons, and continued to dance with ancient steps and beat heavy drum rhythms, heading towards the cliff.

Now only the aging Michaelis and the young Sebastian are left... As long as we defeat these two and interrogate the location of the library from them, our mission can be successfully completed. Although two dear believers died heroically in the process, it is all worth it.

Kalsa and Isentwan used their lives to exchange for our victory and the growth of the cult... Their names will be engraved on the monument of the cult forever!

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Sebastian, who had endured a full shell of bullets bombarding his head, finally woke up in a daze.

The last scene left in his mind was the burly attacker pouring all his ammunition at him, and his head was hit by a series of heavy punches, and he fainted uncontrollably.

But as soon as he stood up, he saw yellow metal falling from his forehead. The bullets that should have been deeply embedded in his skull had been expelled without him knowing when.

The young man held his groggy head and thought carefully, and immediately remembered that he had just fallen to the ground after being hit by a bullet in the skull. In a trance, he seemed to see Mr. Faris stroking his head and infusing the familiar power of abandonment to help him expel the deeply embedded bullet.

But why is Mr. Faris's power, although extremely large, much worse than that of Brother John, and even unable to promote his further transformation... Is it because Mr. Faris is not the blood of our Michaelis family?

The boy was deeply puzzled, and at the same time, he also sensed the unusual gathering of dark clouds in the sky. The thick and deep clouds seemed to be brewing some kind of terrifying power.

However, he saw the dazzling thunder coming down from the sky. Because of his superiority in the high position and his superior vision after awakening, he could clearly see that the figure that was struck by the thunder was the respected Mr. Faris who had raised him since childhood!

The rage of losing his loved ones surged in his heart, and tears of hatred flowed from his eyes, and the cold wind blew them away before they flowed down.

The grief-stricken boy's head hurt more and more, and he felt that his skull was about to tear apart because of the sudden pain.

He turned his head and glared at the five foreigners who were gradually approaching Mr. Faris's body... Fortunately, Brother John did not join them in the same boat. Brother John really stood on my side!

Sebastian roared with a strange and hoarse roar, and suddenly attacked the damned stranger. He ran fast on all fours, and rushed towards the stranger who had just formed a crossroads array!

Lido, who had just picked up an extremely sharp weapon, was studying how to combine his power with the dagger. At this moment, seeing the immature and deformed monster flying over, he suddenly became playful and tried to infuse the magic power of Qi Xiang into the dagger, and then threw it towards the target's head.

The dagger of the blade easily pierced the frontal bone of the deformed boy. The magic power of Qi Xiang attached to the tip of the blade opened Sebastian's brain and skull, and also opened the solid door lock in his mind... The door of the house deep in his consciousness was violently knocked open, and the long-forgotten memory, the cruel and bloody truth, finally appeared in front of the boy.

Sebastian recalled the memory that he had forgotten for some reason, which came from the ancient memory when he was just born.

It turned out that he was not born smoothly from his mother's body, but was forcibly torn open and taken out by laparotomy.

At that time, the bloody Sebastian could open his dark eyes completely as soon as he was born.

So as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw his father who he had been thinking about day and night.

However, there was a strange and hungry light flashing in his father's eyes.

He turned his head in confusion and looked at his mother, who was pale but also flashed a strange and hungry light in her eyes.

He heard his mother murmured: "Hurry up! Hurry up and give me a taste, I can't bear it anymore!!!"

The father also swallowed his saliva desperately and said: "I can't bear it anymore. I can't wait for the day when he is fully born. I must-"

Before he could hear his father's complete words, he saw a dazzling cold and ruthless light passing through the delivery room where he gave birth, and instantly cut off the heads of his parents.

Then he saw a pair of eyes burning with dazzling light.

And the owner of those blazing eyes... was his grandfather!