Chapter 281 Abandonment and Separation

The extermination sergeant of the Anti-Suppression Bureau looked through the brown lenses on his visor and tilted his head slightly to peek at the scene in front of the giant shield.

Then I saw the three cultists who were supposed to be planning to call for help or get weapons suddenly started to tremble crazily while running, as if they were stepping on exposed cables while walking.

Under the evil cry of the enemy leader's heart, his slightly swollen body went into indescribable strange spasms.

Then he saw the three cultists yelling like crazy, their hoarse voices mixed with wild howls and terrified wails...

There may be some sickeningly unintelligible syllables mixed in, but these forbidden and secret messages are completely unable to penetrate the defenses of the Noonsteel Helm - the great forging skills are enough to protect our minds from evil influences.

Immediately afterwards, the extermination sergeant caught a glimpse of the ferocious screaming cultists. At some point, a scarlet bloodstain spread from the top of his head to his chin, and his two eyeballs began to bulge out like dead fish eyes. The next moment in the blink of an eye, it exploded with a bang, and turbid white liquid splashed everywhere.

The cultists wailed and screamed the words shielded by Noon Steel, reaching for the top of their heads... They actually peeled off their scalps on both sides!

Then the cultist's exposed head seemed to seep out some dark blood, like thick ink dyeing the head, and quickly solidified into a special hard shell, as if wearing a greasy hood, and it was faintly reflecting light, as if it were an insect. Keratinized carapace.

The dark blood on the face of one of the male cultists flowed and converged towards his forehead, and finally there was a strange-shaped horn that looked like a crescent shovel.

The dark blood on the face of one of the female cultists was thick and stagnant and seemed to be dripping, but the sticky blood that would not fall still condensed into thin tentacles.

The dark blood on the face of another male cultist protruded from his mouth, forming a jagged mouthpart that clicked like iron pliers.

In the blink of an eye three times, the three cultists were completely unrecognizable. Their heads transformed into something like humans and insects. Even the nearly peeled scalp was still connected to the back of the head. At this moment, it was even more active without wind, as if it were an insect. The thin wings were flapping slowly... It was almost like some kind of human-face-shaped insect with black carapace and pale skin. After devouring the heads of the three people, it took over the out-of-control bodies.

The eyebrows hidden under the helmet of the sergeant of the Anti-Suppression Bureau suddenly folded, and he thought in his heart:

"These three cultists suddenly showed such ferocious looks. This is no longer a characteristic of ordinary cultists."

"Only those cultists whose minds and bodies are corroded by taboo knowledge can show such a weird image that is highly integrated with taboo sex."

“Through the high degree of integration of the spiritual phase and the flesh and blood body, the power of possibility that originally existed only in dreams and imagination can be more intuitively and clearly presented in the waking world of objective matter - the mutated body is like a mystical meaning The leverage is enough to push the power of various standards to a more destructive level.”

"But this is a special ability that only high-level cultists may possess... At least, only cultists who have passed the third gate of the hidden evil god's residence can master such power."

"This absolutely cannot be the power of these three low-level cultists themselves! Even the highest-level seventh-level cultists cannot promote the fusion of other people's spirits and bodies so easily..."

"Then there is only one possibility left...that is, these three cultists could no longer restrain the taboo desires exploding in their hearts and fell into the abyss of madness. The taboo power in their bodies was completely out of control and began to corrode their minds and bodies. That is, ...has fallen into an irreversible process of distortion!"

The extermination sergeant of the Anti-Suppression Bureau slightly raised his head and looked behind the shield. His gaze seemed to be able to penetrate the hard and pure noon steel, and follow the turbulent and vicious tide of heterochromatic light downstream, and the sudden bulges on the evil emerald tree. Faces facing each other.

"The target of this extermination operation, Winfres Morgan...can you actually do this? Just rely on words to induce cultists who already have a certain resistance to taboos to fall into distortion."

"It's just that the first time we met, our subordinates who had been cultivated with great difficulty were abandoned, and they were deformed and reduced to unintelligent combat power... Such a cold-blooded and decisive character, such a crisp and quick action... It is truly heart-rending. The leader of the cult!”

The extermination sergeant of the Anti-Suppression Bureau knew deeply that he had to cooperate with the commander to arrest all the cultists in front of him today, whether it was to complete his job responsibilities or to protect the safety of the city and protect his wife and children from threats. ...Power must be under the control of order, not in the hands of the inhumane cult leader in front of us!

He quietly waved tactical gestures to cover me behind his back, slumped his shoulders and knees, secretly accumulating strength, and was about to suddenly rise up and launch a counterattack!

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From the perspective of Winfreth, whose consciousness sank into the emerald tree - although the face protruding from the tree was shining with heterochromatic light, this did not affect the normal use of his 'vision' at all.

The swollen face of Winfres on the emerald tree is still radiating a mottled and vicious light, but this does not prevent him from observing the underground headquarters that he has excavated and maintained to this day.

Therefore, because of the height of the emerald tree's face and the unusually sharp vision given by the lamp, Winfreth was able to more clearly observe the abnormalities of his followers.

From his angle, he could see that the three believers who were supposed to go to the supply room to collect weapons suddenly stopped running, as if they were affected by some kind of mental influence that corroded their minds, and even trembled in fear, as if they had seen something extremely terrible.

Then he saw that after 0.8 seconds, the hair on the heads of the trembling believers was like crops in autumn being cut by a sharp sickle, and each strand broke and fell off, like leaves from dead trees falling to the ground.

The exposed scalp strangely bloomed a vertical scarlet crack, and the flesh crack extended from the top of the head to the believer's chin, as if it was a scar cut by a sharp blade, or as if it was the crack of a diseased fruit.

Then after 0.4 seconds, the crack had broken muscle fibers wildly protruding from the inside, like the flesh and blood grass that broke through the earth's defense, replacing the original hair, dancing wildly, as if countless slender scarlet hands were struggling to break out!

These muscle fiber arms united to exert force on both sides of the crack on the top of the head, and actually stretched the crack further!

The believers who were affected by the unknown source could not help but raise their hands to scratch the crack on the top of their heads, as if they could not bear the strange itching of the skin and flesh being separated from the head, and they could not help but want to take off the excess scalp once and for all.

And the bald scalp was actually torn off by them, revealing the scarlet head with blood and flesh squirming inside!

The red and white naked head was completely exposed, and some dark tentacles could be seen squirming out from the gaps in the scarlet muscle fibers while the blood was flowing, just like countless oily and slippery young snakes drilled out of the giant eggs in the head. Once they woke up from their ten thousand years of slumber, they immediately greedily gnawed the eggshell of the head - scarlet flesh and pale bones.

The dark tentacles took less than two seconds to completely eat the flesh on the face. They became abnormally swollen after eating and drinking, like fat, fat, flat pythons, lying on their backs on the pale bones, turning into new and ancient keratinized shells.

At this point, the dark and greasy young snakes that should have pierced from deeper inside the believers' bones were unwilling to stop. The next step was to gnaw on the pale bones!

Every time they gnawed off the old part, they spit out a new part. The new and old broken bones were tightly and seamlessly glued together, condensing into hideous bone spurs, sharp fangs, and dancing tentacles.

Until 4.9 seconds later, the faces of the three believers had completely changed into nymph-like appearances!

The leather-covered wings extending from the back of the head were vibrating slowly but quickly, and the underground hall was also echoing with strange flapping sounds... It was as if the heads of these three believers had long been hosted by some kind of alien insect eggs, and only now finally broke out of the cocoon and occupied the host's head as a nest!

There is another more accurate word to describe this phenomenon, and it is also a word that many secret believers in the secret world are terrified of.

"Distortion..."

Winfreys murmured in his heart, and his eyes looking at the anti-suppression bureau's extermination soldiers began to become unusually vigilant.

"Distortion... The Anti-Suppression Bureau has mastered the technology that can cause all secret transmitters to be deformed!"

"And such a terrifying technology is only performed by this group of mortals in front of us?!"

"When did they take action? Why did only three believers lose control and distort... Is it possible that the distortion technology mastered by the Anti-Suppression Bureau is not yet mature and cannot ensure 100% distortion of secret transmitters?"

"But even if the success rate is extremely low, this silent distortion technology is already extremely terrifying... If they suddenly use this distortion technology on a high-level secret transmitter, wouldn't it create a terrifying monster that can subvert the entire secret world?!"

"Even if this technology cannot completely corrode the thinking of high-level secret transmitters, even if it only slightly affects the mind of the recipient, it is extremely terrifying..."

"Reason is the only weapon for secret apprentices to fight against taboo knowledge. If even mortals can silently influence the thinking of secret apprentices... then the secret apprentices The advantage of the disciples will drop sharply! "

"The gap between demigods and mortals has been bridged, and mortals also have weapons that can truly counter demigods. "

"If this continues, no scholar will be willing to risk the consequences of losing control of their reason and continue to study the invisible art with extremely low efficiency... No one will be willing to delve into the truth of history, and no one will be willing to reveal the secrets of the hidden world. "

"Humanity will be blinded by ignorance and the unknown from beginning to end, and use the history that they think is correct to paralyze their own minds... They can't even face the fact that Si Chen exists. How can such humans truly control their own destiny and completely get rid of Si Chen's influence? "

"Anti-suppression Bureau... You think you have mastered the weapon to defeat the superior, but in fact you have opened the real Pandora's box!"

The bulging middle-aged face of the emerald tree seemed to sigh slightly, but the deep of the pupils that were emitting a strange and turbid glow flashed a trace of cold and merciless color.

Anti-suppression Bureau... You must die!

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But even Winfreys did not realize that due to the rupture of the Emerald Tree, his perception of the various rooms of the Order had been severely obscured.

In other rooms deeper in the underground headquarters, the Crossroads secret believers who were surprised by the sudden explosion raised their heads and looked towards the Emerald Tree Hall. However, some of them began to tremble violently in the next second, with scarlet cracks on their foreheads, and blood and flesh grasses dancing wildly out!

In just a few seconds, their heads had been deformed like hideous insect heads, and they laughed wildly and pounced on the terrified believers beside them. Their deformed and sharp fangs pierced into the delicate blood vessels, wantonly sucking and swallowing the fragrance of power!

Hehe, Bai, that's not right, now he should be called Brother Black Moth!

Brother Black Moth is really amazing. It hasn't been long since he held a new party, and it's such a big party!

Hehe, this time it's finally my turn to taste the taste of the new cup man! ! !

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And a certain initiator is hiding in the newly built ritual chamber at this moment.

In order to activate the moth blood hidden in the veins of the Crossroads cultists, induce them to rudely abandon their old forms and awaken the ancient monsters that reside in their bodies.

Watson must also pay the corresponding price of abandonment.

But rather than saying it is the price of the transaction, it is better to say it is a sacrifice dedicated to the Moth Code - how can a mere mortal be worthy of negotiating with the hidden gods? !

Mortals dedicate themselves in the hope that they can ask the God of Hours to grant them a little grace, but this prayer may be good or it may be malicious... Unless the moth has touched this person and is willing to bless this person.

Watson's skin has also fallen off involuntarily, and the pale and bloodless thick skin peeled off like a curl.

It was as if the wild winged god stretched out his invisible and formless claws, circled around and cut the skin of his neck, and the tough skin that was enough to resist the slashing of mortal weapons was completely unable to resist the touch of the wild winged god, and it simply curled and fell off like an automatic welcome.

However, the cut surface of the skin was unusually smooth. Even if you take a magnifying glass to observe carefully, you can't see the roughness of the cut. Even if you look at it with a microscope, you can't see a single cell that was broken by the cut. It's as if the skin below the cut line of the neck is voluntarily separated from the skin above the cut line, and it rolls up and peels off to the waist.

The flesh and blood of the torso are completely exposed, and every bright red muscle fiber is trembling eagerly, as if it can't wait to leave the body.

Watson couldn't help but retching. After seven consecutive dry coughs, he actually vomited a small ball of flesh and blood that was squirming.

It was a slender blind tube-like organ about two feet long. Even if it escaped from its original owner and fell on the wet ground, it was still squirming wildly, like an earthworm twisting wildly in the muddy ground on a rainy day.

This time, he threw away the flesh and blood, no longer pretending to throw away the hair and skin like a child playing house, but a real and absolute abandonment!

The blood and flesh that Watson spat out had been completely separated from him in concept, and even if he gained more vitality later, he could not restore and repair it.

When this small piece of blind tube-like organ flesh left his body, it had actually become a truly independent individual, no longer a part of Watson, no longer under Watson's control... but completely independent, like a rebel who split off from a revolution!

The rebel who split off and escaped might even turn around and attack his former master!