Chapter 234 The Town Is Flooded

Under the jagged reefs, two figures separated in the gray ocean.

Sebastian carried the collections and books that might be useful on his head and slowly trod the water away - according to his father's plan, he now needed to carry these things back to a dilapidated factory in London to hide, and the return route had long been engraved in his mind.

However, when he returned to the city along the map in his mind, looking at the dead grass and withered branches on both sides of the road, he suddenly felt a sense of separation that was difficult to describe in words.

Obviously, he had walked this road before, but why did he always feel that the scenery along the way looked so strange, as if it was a sense of separation and alienation, as if the scene in his memory was just a dream that seemed to be true.

When he actually came into contact with those things that he had only seen in dreams, some contradictory emotions arose in his heart... both painful and happy.

The boy turned around and looked at the town of Ilkesmouth, which had fallen into complete silence under the night. With his keen vision after the second transformation, he naturally saw the streets covered by shadows, the broken corpses lying on their backs, and the townspeople holding torches with hideous faces... Compared with the mountain road he left, this dilapidated remote town seemed more familiar to him, as if he had lived here for many years.

But as Sebastian continued to move forward along the mountain road, turning back every three steps, he soon crossed the three-mile boundary outside the town. The rotten guide wooden sign creaked and wailed in the wind, and he suddenly felt relieved to break free from the shackles, as if the shackles he had carried for many years were finally put down, and his spirit seemed to put down the burden.

"I am finally free!!!"

Sebastian shouted words that he didn't understand the reason for but couldn't help saying. His voice reverberated in the dead mountains, startling countless birds.

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Watson returned to the cliff carrying the glass box of Gaowell's collection of books. The cold wind and the falling snow had well covered the traces of the battlefield.

Now there was only a pile of slightly raised areas covered by snow on the ruins of Gaowell Hotel... But there were still some skinny young mice that came from nowhere and could actually smell the fragrance in the wind, and came together to eat these ownerless delicious nutrients.

Watson kicked these strange mice with swollen and cracked stomachs off the cliff with an expressionless face, and then began to clean up the scene, arranging it into another scene according to his idea - a scene where a sudden and powerful winter man appeared to end the aging moth man.

When everything was over, he helped up the only survivor who was sleeping in the snow, the lantern man Melanie, who he deliberately left alive.

Although the other party had still broken free from the various influences at this moment, the serious damage to the spirit still remained, and even part of it was synchronized to the body - the light in Melanie's head was as weak as a grain of rice, swaying and uncertain as if it could go out at any time. And his face was extremely pale, completely blood-red, and even his heartbeat was very weak, like an old man dying.

Watson took out the vitality liquid he had reserved and poured it into the other's wound. The thirsty flesh and blood immediately greedily sucked the dripping liquefied vitality, and then the frozen cells began to regain vitality, and the blood transported the external vitality to the vital heart center, allowing the weak vitality to flow throughout the body.

The lantern man with pale face and lips groaned unconsciously, and her ugly eyelashes trembled several times, as if she wanted to open her eyes to see her savior, but her eyelids were too tired to open.

The moth man smiled and stroked the lantern man's head, and the moth-like magic power that seemed a little less wild and crazy gushed out from his palm, and countless tiny moths swarmed towards Melanie's head.

They sang and danced, they sang and danced happily and worked hard - brothers! Let's mark the memory of the battle just now, cut out all the specific details and move them away. Remember to leave the background and character details. When the boss resonates and passes the script to us later, we still have to reshape the memory of the lamp man according to the storyboard! !

——Hey, hey, hey, who over there, who the hell told you to eat? ! !

——How many times have I reminded you when I came here? ! Our mission this time is just to discard the old memory and reshape the new memory! Not to corrode and devour the light in the skull! ! !

While the industrious little moths were working hard, a deep resonance of the heart rhythm broke in with the surging tide of moths, which contained vivid fictional memories - details about another battle at the Gowell Hotel.

The little moths conscientiously threw away the useless memories, and then filled in the background board of the snowy night with new details, constructing the phantom of a mysterious and powerful winter phaser.

This is the secret method of deception that Watson suddenly realized after he was promoted to the third-level moth phase. It is no longer a simple way to make the recipient forget, but to mix half-true and half-false memories, making it difficult for the recipient to distinguish between reality and illusion.

The conditions for the use of this secret method of deception are actually quite strict. If the recipient is just an ordinary mortal, then rewriting their memory is naturally easy.

But if it is a secret passer with a certain resistance, then rewriting their memory is a little more difficult. The strong light in the skull will always stubbornly resist the erosion of the moth-unless there is an overwhelming advantage in the secret passer level, and the recipient is in a weak or trusting state.

However, as far as the current situation is concerned, the subjects controlled by Watson are all seriously injured and low-level lamp people/half-deformed people. It is easy to overwrite their memories. The limit of this secret method has not yet been discovered... Perhaps, after returning to the Crossroads Cult, the true use of this secret method of overwriting memories can be reflected.

Watson slowly retracted the antennae of the moth and released the palm on Melanie's forehead.

According to the script, he found a more comfortable snow pit and lay down. The withered black moth in the skull fluttered slightly, and this strong and healthy body suddenly began to wither. The heart beat hard, as if he was a seriously injured loser, lying on his back in the snow, dying, letting the wind and snow bury him, like a gray grave.

The vitalizing liquid poured into Melanie's wound finally played a certain role. Her heartbeat gradually became stronger and stronger. After being fully nourished by blood, her drowsy brain began to move actively, and the faint light in her skull also seemed to be rekindled.

The seriously injured lantern man climbed up from the snow with difficulty. She felt the memories left in her mind, looked at the glass box with bundles of books in front of her, and looked up at the snowy night sky, as if she wanted to find the powerful secret transmitter who came and went without a trace.

"Is that the Lord J.C. mentioned by the leader?"

"But why did he help us? Was he an old friend of the leader?"

Melanie recalled the terrifying winter phase power she had witnessed before she fell into a coma. Her body couldn't help but tremble slightly, both because of weakness and fear... It turned out that this was the power of a high-level secret transmitter.

She glanced at the snow-covered cliff. Even though the wind and snow had almost completely covered the scene, it was exactly the same as the battle situation in her memory... Did everyone die in the battle? Am I the only one who survived? Does that mean I can take all the credit for this mission? !

However, just as such a selfish thought came to Melanie's mind, her heart perception, which was not very sensitive due to her serious injuries, immediately sensed a faint heartbeat from under the snowdrift not far away. It was very slow and weak, as if she could completely extinguish this heartbeat with a little effort.

"Is that Brother John in that position? Sure enough, the will of the blade phasers is the most tenacious. Has the flame of life persisted until now and has not been extinguished?"

Melanie looked at the glass box on the ground, and then at the weak heartbeat. Her heart seemed to be struggling, and even her palm began to touch the revolver on the ground involuntarily.

Even if the lamp in her skull was almost broken and extinguished, the remaining rationality was still entangled in her heart, prompting her to squeeze out a trace of rational light and sink it into her skull with difficulty, helping her to think actively and clearly, and think of the best and most appropriate answer.

"If I leave alone and present Gao Weir's collection of books to the leader, then I can enjoy the fruits of this mission alone. However, because the fellow believers suffered heavy losses during the mission, the leader is likely to blame me for this. Even if I can successfully obtain the reward for this mission, I will probably not be allowed to lead the mission in the future, and my position in the cult will almost never rise again."

"After all, a lamp man like me is not taken seriously in the cult, or even in the entire London cult organization, because the secret teachings of the lamp currently lost on the island are quite limited, and our path to promotion has almost been interrupted."

"And most importantly, the entire team was almost completely wiped out in this mission, and I was the only one who survived by chance. There was no one else who could testify to my statement during this process... The leader is very likely to have a rift with me, and it also involves him. Pay special attention to the appearance of Mr. J.C., who we are concerned about. He may even ask the great night watchman for the truth of the incident... Then he will naturally find out that I abandoned my fellow believers. "

"So, I must and must bring fellow believer John back with me on this trip. Maybe he was not completely unconscious when Mr. J.C. arrived, and he had seen his figure... That can prove the reason for my tragic victory in this mission."

"In this way, I can not only get the reward from the leader, but also not be ignored because of the problem of command errors, and lose the opportunity to go further in the cult."

"That's right! I must bring fellow believer John back to the cult!!!"

Melanie has made clear her belief, but she is still in a state of serious injury. The shocking scar on her abdomen has frozen and stopped bleeding with the help of ice and snow, which is why she can survive until now.

In my memory, this scar seemed to be caused by the sudden change of the strong light from the owner of the Gaoweil Inn. The strong light seemed to remain in my stomach. Now my stomach still stung faintly, both because of the cut wound and because the residual light was trying to corrode my reason... Perhaps this was the reason why I was obsessed with the task and wanted to take all the credit for the task.

Melanie quickly found a suitable excuse for her wrong idea.

She staggered to her feet and picked up the skin and bone drum, and gently patted the drum with her soft fingertips. In the slight sound of the drum, she silently recited the syllables of walking and speaking. Her tired legs seemed to be rejuvenated, and her toes tapped involuntarily to the rhythm of the chanting. The endless and unstoppable life force seemed to emerge from the sky and the earth, and the flesh and blood at the wound seemed to grow and heal rapidly.

When vitality emerged from her body again, Melanie was sure that her condition had almost recovered. At least if any enemy suddenly appeared at this time, she would still be able to dodge and fight back. Then she got up and went to visit the weak and heart-beating man. Full stop John the Baptist.

She gently pulled away the snow, and saw the shocking claw marks on Brother John's extremely pale face. Even his left eyeball was gouged out, and large areas of dried blood covered his face.

She tore off the other person's clothes and put her palms on the strong chest, close to the heart. The light and comfortable breath spurted out from the palms and flowed into the weak heart, like a strong big hand holding Shen Shen tightly. heart, forcing it to beat excitedly again in a rough and tough way, squeezing out more vitality - this may leave some sequelae to the heart of Brother John, but compared to the price of death, all sequelae They all seemed so slight.

Not long after, Brother John finally woke up in a daze. He spit out a mouthful of clots of blood, then coughed violently, struggled to open his remaining right eye, and looked at his savior with trembling eyes. said:

"Mei, Melanie, is that you?"

"Did we win?"

"Did we actually, ahem, actually defeat that monster?!"

Melanie patted Brother John's chest, continued to stimulate the other person to pulse with more vitality, and then slowly replied: "Let's consider it a victory... A powerful winter secret messenger suddenly appeared for us. Killed old Michaelis and found the secret collection of books in the Cowell Hotel for us."

"But before I could ask the other party's identity, I was already seriously injured and passed out...but I suspect that this kind-hearted secret messenger is Mr. J.C. who the leader asked us to pay attention to before."

"Ahem..." Watson spit out another mouthful of blood, and then he finally felt that he seemed to have gone too far. He restrained his acting skills a little, and asked feebly:

"The powerful Winter Phaser J·C... I seem to have felt the bone-chilling cold before I fainted."

"It turned out to be that person who helped us... What a fluke. Without the other person's help, we would probably have been wiped out this time... I'm really grateful to him."

Melanie gently helped Brother John, who was gradually regaining his strength, "Do you still have the strength to continue moving? The time for the tsunami predicted by the leader is very close, and we should leave here immediately."

Watson replied weakly: "What about the corpses of the church members, and the corpse of old Michaelis...then they must contain the powerful power of lamps and moths, right?"

Melanie looked at the pile of unknown pink and black snow. She had touched and felt the power of the crushed corpse at close range just now. Perhaps the power of the mysterious messenger was too strong, and even old Mikali could not bear it. All the power in Si's body must have been frozen and extinguished.

The remaining corpses of the church members did not have much power left. They were all devoured by old Michaelis with their hearts taken out during the battle. Those empty-chested bodies had lost the most important remnants of their hearts... They were only worth more than scraps. Up some.

"There is no need to continue to restrain. The top priority is to transport these books back to the hospital, hand them to the leader and report the appearance of Mr. J.C."

"……Understood."

The last two members of the Crossroads team supported each other and left carrying the glass box on their backs.

And as they went away, the cliff gradually fell into pieces as if it had lost its backbone. Huge cliff rocks fell to the sea one after another, and the seawater also seemed to be furious and set off a counterattack - the violent and shocking waves swept in, sweeping the entire cliff. The whole town was drowned in coldness and darkness.

When the sun rose the next day, the town of Ilkesmouth had disappeared. Only the church spire slightly pierced the sea, proving that a historic town once existed here.

In the mountains in the distance, a quiet figure was looking at the ruins of the Gowell Hotel under the sea, murmuring:

"Am I late?"