Chapter 283 The Party Begins
The Crossroads cultist with a broken heart finally fell down, but even though the gray of death had completely dyed his eyes, he was unwilling to close his eyes.
Like eyes with cataracts, he was still staring at the back of the figure who seemed to be wearing a blood-red sleeveless vest even after his death.
Blood continued to seep out from the scarlet texture, but before the blood dripped onto the ground, it strangely flowed back like a waterfall flowing against gravity.
Those drops of blood were like active and hardworking worker ants. After completing today's work mission, they carried the harvested skin with their peers and returned to the flesh and blood nest where they lived... The exposed scarlet texture was covered with a tough and thick epidermis again, and the crying of blood and tears finally stopped.
If this Crossroads cultist could still think, he would surely shout out in surprise: "Impossible! This is absolutely impossible!!!"
"Why is the price of shed skin so childish to you? Why do the blood and skin that should have shed return so enthusiastically and actively... just like a couple who broke up and reconciled?!!!"
"Fuck John Watson... what kind of monster are you?!"
But unfortunately, the heart cultist who had the misfortune to break in, not only had the flesh and blood heart that symbolized the reflection of the heart shrink and dry like sand, but even the light in his skull that was slightly better than that of mortals had completely extinguished.
Even under the call of the Endless Drum, his dead soul would involuntarily escape into Mansu to participate in the endless dance.
But at that time, his soul body had already been severely shattered, the soul rhythm that symbolized vitality and enthusiasm had disappeared, and the insightful soul consciousness was completely annihilated. Even the only soul memory that the dead could retain was incomplete - the dark fear that he faced before death was not even willing to be recalled by the soul, and the mud of abandoning forgetfulness had completely polluted his memories.
Even if there were truth seekers who tried to revive this corpse into a silent dead person, they could only harvest a stupid and stupid corpse with low intelligence, and could not learn any information from the dead person before his death.
Even if there were reporters who were willing to swallow the remains of this corpse, they could only recall a dark shadow without light, and strange and creepy clicking sounds would unconsciously ring in their minds, as if whispers that tempted people to forget would echo in their ears.
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But at this moment, the health of the life body was completely extinguished, and the Crossroads secret believer whose dead soul led Mansu was not the only one.
In the intricate rooms deep underground in the hospital, the Crossroads cultists who were deceived into drinking the blood of moths trembled violently, then burst out a desperate and unwilling cry, their oval skulls collapsed, their flat cheekbones protruded forward, and their flat teeth were crushed by the deformed and protruding fangs.
The light in the skulls of these cultists was completely dimmed into a dark, wriggling shadow, and their heads were instantly deformed and twisted into ugly nymph heads. The ancient monsters in their bodies burst into crazy and piercing laughter the moment they really woke up.
Then they turned their heads and attacked the colleagues who were terrified beside them, or the two curved fangs protruding upward from the lower jaw directly pierced into the colleagues' eye sockets, or the pliers-like mouthparts protruding from both sides of the chewing muscles bit into the colleagues' frontal bones, or the straightened and curled mouth tubes were inserted into the colleagues' eyebrows like sharp needles.
Drinking brains and blood, devouring knowledge and power.
Sure enough... Just as the last batch of returning moths said, the taste of the waking world's heart-viewing secret transmitters is far less pure and mellow than that of the woodland's skin-beaters, and is mixed with all kinds of complicated thoughts.
But it is precisely because the thoughts of mortals are mixed and impure that their taste is as rich as if some mottled seasonings were added.
If explained in mortal terms, it is probably like adding salt, sugar or spices.
This hot and turbid brain matter and blood, not a drop was wasted, poured into the mouths of the deformed monsters. Before the semi-solidified fluid flows into the esophagus through the throat, the knowledge and power contained in it have been completely swallowed up by them, and the vitality resonance of the heart flows through the skull.
Some of the ancient monsters who had the honor of devouring the younger sister began to secretly perform the stolen secret art of awakening. They put their palms on the heart of the food, and violently exhaled the false moth-like power. The skin in front of the palms disintegrated inch by inch, and the blood and flesh retreated as if hit by a strong wind, directly revealing the weak and beating heart inside.
The heart of a mortal is the embodiment of his heart in the waking world.
If you want to devour the knowledge and power of the heart-like secret transmitter without any waste, how can you miss this endless feast of beating hearts?
These monsters that have existed in ancient times each performed other secret arts of the time that they had learned and stolen over the long years. While drinking the mottled milk-red wine, they could also devour the trembling heart.
The active and surging power poured into this temporary residence with blood and flesh, and the weak body seemed to expand rapidly and become huge because of this.
However, what is the meaning of simply converting the power of the heart into the nourishment of a strong life body? This body is just a temporary player in this party. Instead of wasting its power on its life body, it is better to use it for more interesting gameplay!
The minds of these deformed nymph mystics seem to have been replaced by some kind of ancient wild monsters. They once danced in the woods and also hunted shadows in the woods... When it comes to the secret arts of the Heart's Hour, they know no less than those stupid and rough people who can only beat their chests!
Other secret believers who woke up nearby also immediately chanted the syllables and words of the spell, calling on the magic power of the heart, cup or moth to attack the believer who suddenly became deformed for some reason.
The trembling breath was originally a light and comfortable heart phase influence, but when it was converted into an offensive direction, it would cause the recipient's neurons to discharge abnormally, the muscles of the whole body to spasm and twitch like electric shocks, and the limbs to swing wildly like dancing... The believer of the deformed nymph did dance like a crazy madman under the bombardment of this continuous heart phase influence.
But even if they swung such intense movements, they did not loosen the sharp teeth and fangs in their mouths, and still bit the head of another innocent colleague tightly.
And the appetite of the cup phase increased their hunger, and their eyes that had transformed into multi-faceted eyes had begun to look around to find the next dish.
As for the highly anticipated buzzing in the brain, it has no effect on this group of monsters that look like moth-phase distorters. They listen to the increasingly chaotic strange sounds in their heads, and roar with more joy to make people crazy!
The head in the mouth has been drunk, and the excess mental power is all used by the monsters to exert the influence of the mind... This mental influence obtained by exchanging the life of the entire second-level secret preacher is far more powerful than the mental influence driven by the stingy mana of the Crossroads secret believers present!
The strange roar of the crackling sound is mixed with irresistible resonance emotions. When this sharp and piercing sound falls into the cochlea, even the brain vibrates with crazy whispers, and the heart can't help but beat eagerly. The crazy resonance has penetrated into every corner of the body along the blood.
Everything was just as Big Brother Black Moth had planned. At this moment, the nineteen ancient monsters all burst out in unison with a vibration that hit the soul. The strange crackling sound, riding on the mental power they had just devoured, was quickly transmitted to every room in the underground headquarters of the Crossroads Cult with unprecedented efficiency.
Even because of their unison speech rhythm, because of their uneven but highly consistent rhythm, this strange roar was actually formed into a certain wild and ancient ritual array, and the resonant emotions in the roar were also linked together in an unimaginable way, combining and blessing each other.
This crazy whisper that consumed the lives of nineteen second-level heart people to burst out contained the unique resonant rhythm of the heart.
In the mental perception world of the Crossroads Cultists, the surrounding environment suddenly rippled nineteen times, and the ripples and waves were entangled with each other, and they were superimposed like layers of waves. The power and temptation in it were instantly raised to a terrifying level of madness that even second-level people would inevitably lose, and third-level people would find it difficult to resist!
The Crossroads cultists who were waiting in their rooms heard the continuous and different-frequency screams, and their bodies suddenly trembled violently.
The expressions on their faces were even more uncertain, sometimes laughing loudly, sometimes crying, and sometimes talking nonsense.
Although the moth blood they drank at night did not have enough power, they could not call on the appropriate moth in the skull to make other cultists abandon their old forms.
But the restless moth blood still tried its best to quietly bury the irrational thoughts into the hearts of the Crossroads cultists before it completely disappeared.
Reason seemed to be away from them at this moment, and the different-quality restlessness captured them. Absolute freedom rippled in their hearts, and they just acted as they wanted without scruples. The various secret characteristics in their souls and bodies were vibrating wildly in the roar of the monsters!
The strange roar seemed to trigger a terrible chain reaction, and the recipients' hearts also fell into uncontrollable excitement and fanaticism. The long-accumulated mana could not help but pour out. The heterogeneous hunger resonance rippled in the caves under the hospital, and everyone's heart was filled with restless intentions... Why did they suddenly attack me? Could it be that they have lost control of their minds and are about to be distorted like that monster?
No! According to Mr. Winfreys's teachings, we can do whatever it takes to protect the cult!
Since these colleagues are likely to be at risk of distortion at this moment... Then I must take the initiative before they are completely distorted, and strangle them in the cradle before they are completely distorted! ! !
At this moment, under the strange roars of the monsters, the heterogeneous and restless minds of the secret believers are fully activated... They have lost their normal logical thinking ability, and they began to unscrupulously exert sexual influence on everything they saw.
The movement of the heart, the thirst of the cup, the madness of the moth, the destruction of the casting, the struggle of the blade, the opening of the hole, the indifference of the lamp...
The colorful sexual influences burst out, filling every corner of the intricate cave, and even the cold air seemed to become sticky and heavy because of too much resonance, too much emotion, and too much power.
The dark green glow of the emerald roots and the dim light of the hanging oil lamp, when reflected in the air filled with all kinds of colorful magic power, seemed to be unable to move forward like stepping into a clear swamp. The dark green and dim yellow intertwined in the dense air, causing ripples... This underground cave, which was already crazy, seemed to be rendered with mottled and gorgeous colors.
"Fuck, Chris, you actually launched the cup phase influence to attack me here?! How dare you stir up my cup phase desire in front of so many people??? You really...really need to be fucked!!!"
A pair of Slaughterhouse secret believers who were close to each other and not accepted by the secular world looked at each other tenderly and put down their butcher knives tacitly.
Then they started fighting hand-to-hand in the bloody and dirty venue, completely ignoring the desperate eyes of the gang members who were disemboweling themselves on the steel chopping board.
"Hahaha, so this is what Winnie smells like! I have long imagined that the flesh and blood of a young girl who studies the Secret of the Heart must be extraordinarily fresh and fragrant... It is true! This taste and texture are really like It’s the same as I originally imagined! No! It’s even more wonderful than I originally imagined... Come on, Winnie, you can taste me too!”
A middle-aged man with a loyal and honest face munched on the bright red steak. At the same time, he was willing to share. He also took out the treasure that he had treasured for a long time and gave it to the girl with dull eyes to taste together. When the root of the cup touched the silver teeth, At this moment, his spine trembled slightly with excitement.
"Woohoo! I've been waiting for this day and this moment for a long time!!!"
The man with a fanatical expression danced and jumped happily, holding a bundle of blood-stained hair in his hand, "Hahaha, Eunice's hair, as beautiful as gold, is just as I thought, so beautiful." It's so smooth and shiny... If I wrap this bundle of hair around my good friend, then back and forth... Hahaha, I can't even stand up straight just thinking about it!"
The esoteric cultist who held up his gorgeous hair could not be happy for long. He had just found a quiet, remote and dark corner, and was about to take off his belt and do something to the bloody hair that was difficult for ordinary people to understand.
A silent figure suddenly appeared from the shadow next door. He put his palms together and raised his middle and index fingers like thin daggers. He flew up and pierced directly into the seclusion of the hair-obsessed man, and then twisted 720 degrees. , like unlocking a door.
"Hehehehaha, I've got one person open again!"
The backdoor attacker smiled and took back his fingers that were stained with blood and dirt. He only felt that his fingers seemed to be getting more and more distorted and deformed under the feedback of the code of enlightenment. The gray fingernails turned into precise mechanical shapes, and the fingers on his belly The flesh and blood even showed jagged undulations.
In a daze, he seemed to see his knuckles shining with a brass-colored light. Under the bright copper light, the shape of the slender fingers became more and more like a special key.
A master key that can open all doors in the world!
"Okay, this time I will try to directly open the closed heart door... As long as other people's heart doors can be opened, then the lovely Crovette will not refuse my kindness. "
"Hehehe, then I will be able to use the finger of my key to open the pear vortex on Crovette's cheerful face..."
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There are many similar situations, and the ancient monsters who evoked them all looked at each other and laughed in tacit understanding.
"Hahaha, it's fun, it's fun, Brother Black Moth's plan really works!!!"
"This chaotic party has kicked off perfectly just as Brother Black Moth expected!"