Chapter 287: Blending with the Tree

The strange green emerald-colored twisted trunk bulged with hideous tree tumors.

The tree tumor that looked like a human face seemed to be glaring, and the slightly narrowed eyes burst out with a malicious and malicious look that was as condensed as a sticky substance.

The emerald-colored roots rose from the ground one after another, twisting their waists like an angry green tree boa, and it seemed like dozens of deformed arms were whipping the air.

Three deformed giants with red skin like wrought iron, their heads were bloody and bloomed like rotten flowers, and clear and turbid honey flowed from the depths of the core, and the pink buds squirmed and tried to close the buds again like a round skull.

But even so, the three giants seemed to be completely unaware of the pain of the hot bullets hitting their bodies, and they still stepped firmly and unwaveringly with almost completely consistent heavy steps, charging towards the weak humans.

Soldiers in silver armor lined up in a straight line, hiding behind the holy shields held high by the brave officers. They swung swords with their left arms to cut off the twisted vines like crazy snakes, and held their pistols with their right arms to pull the triggers one after another.

The sharp half-moon silver light cut through the dark green of the dirt, and the dazzling fire roared and smashed the bloated flesh and blood.

But even so, the twisting snake-shaped vines continued to fall one after another as if endless, and the rolled and broken red flesh and blood regenerated as if endless.

The emerald snakes spit out their tongues fiercely, spraying foul-smelling venom, corroding the brand-new armor into pits and pits, and even the glow in the steel seemed to be covered with dust and no longer bright.

The earth couldn't help but tremble under the heavy steps, and the trembling ground crawled with sinister and secretive poisonous snakes, trying to wrap around the soldiers' calves and trip them to the ground.

But the human soldiers would never surrender, even if the shadows of giants and snakes had covered the broken armor, even if the dense eyes had corroded more than half of the shield... they would never surrender to darkness and evil, and their steady steps forward would never stop!

Just like in the classical mythology, the brave and fearless knights would charge at the fallen demons without hesitation despite the raging night rain!

But the despicable demons never thought of fighting to the death with this group of humble ants, and all they did was just to delay time.

The greedy and ruthless roots penetrated the chests and heads of the believers in the hall, and groups of fresh and sweet flesh and blood were being transported in continuously.

Glow and flesh and blood, knowledge and power, past and present, emotions and perceptions, fear and joy... The lives of believers, everything of believers, and everything that believers should have.

All were displayed in front of Winfreys without reservation, and their ordinary and miserable lives seemed to be merged into Winfreys's life.

Birth, growth, secret admiration, abandonment, loneliness, work, work, work, and work, joining the church, work, work, and work...

The world that the believers once perceived, their understanding of things, their emotions, their instincts for survival, the choices they made, the parts that remained...

All of these were absorbed by the greedy sucking of the Emerald Snake into a colorful semi-solidified liquid, which was both dense and diluted, both clear and turbid, just as the life of a mortal had both right and wrong and good and evil, but more of it was gray and pale that even the most fair judge could not distinguish.

The lives of the believers in the hall have turned into nutrients that nourish the green, into a group of irresistible and indisputable fertilizers, and merged into the bodies of the leader and the holy tree that they most admired and worshipped. Perhaps until they left, they also thought in their hearts that as long as their sacrifice could bring benefits to the church, it would not matter even if they sacrificed their lives?

But in fact, when these hungry souls really died, they were more unwilling and indignant in their hearts. Why me?

I am not satisfied yet, my hunger and thirst have not been filled, and my emptiness is still bottomless!

I still want to continue to indulge in sensual pleasures! Continue to enjoy pleasure and happiness, continue to dance happily and wantonly, continue to release the desires in my heart! ! !

But their most respected Mr. Winfreys will not pay attention to their unyielding cries, but indifferently swallow their longings and desires into the tree, into his body, and into his hungry spirit... Just as the cup is never satisfied with the satisfaction of pain, the lamp is never satisfied with the demand for knowledge.

Whether it is knowledge from the streets or knowledge from a pampered life, the greedy lamp will not refuse anything... The lamp is so humble.

The lamp is so proud.

The glow should hang high in the sky, maintain its nobleness and purity, and not intersect with external objects... The end of abnormal love is still remembered in the heart of every lamp.

Every lamp in the skull is selfish and self-interested. As long as it can make itself grow stronger, the lamp is willing to put aside its pride and cooperate with anything.

Just as the light in Winfreys's skull had sensed those annoying moths long ago, they quietly sneaked into the host's mind along the disgusting roots, and inadvertently chanted whispers that tempted people to abandon, tempting the host to abandon the redundant and useless family affection, give up the meaningless anger and grief, and discard the burden and burden on the heart... Pick up calmness and ruthlessness again, and only consider your own interests!

With such a result, even the light in the skull was delighted, so the lamp was willing to help the annoying moth insects and conceal this secret truth from the host... The host who abandons the useless fatherly love and family affection will surely gain pure and absolute reason!

When those unnecessary family affections were pulled away from the room of thinking by the alien moth, the light in the skull that had achieved its purpose suddenly became brighter, and the dust on the lamp surface was completely washed away. The merciless glow and the fire-chasing moth were also baked clean together... The host did not need to know these processes, he only needed to maintain such focused selfishness.

"It is time to abandon this burdensome foundation, and the long-raised pigs should also be harvested!"

Winfres muttered in his heart, but even he could not tell whether this was his true thought or the merciless thought induced by the lamp in the skull.

Taboo knowledge is not truly harmless, even the rational lamp phase will gradually corrode the mind of the learner.

It is just that the selfish concept of absolute pursuit of interests is more in line with the innate nature of human beings, and the ruthless and merciless human beings also happily think that this is their purest heart.

As the body of the secret believer bitten by the Emerald Snake gradually withered like dry firewood, the Emerald Tree, which had absorbed sufficient nutrients, began to shine with a seductive green glow. The body that was broken by the extraordinary collapse grew at a speed that was difficult to observe with the naked eye. Those shocking bloody cracks had been healed in the blink of an eye, and even scars like fibroid tumors had grown.

Until this moment, the Emerald Tree finally recovered to its peak state. It even pulsated faintly because of absorbing high-level blood and flesh nutrients, like a heart contracting and expanding. The tree body seemed to grow again between the pulsations of the heart, and the invisible Emerald Tree Rings increased by another circle.

Winfreys finally officially took control of the Emerald Tree, and the Emerald roots extending deep into the cave were completely under his control.

What the Emerald Tree saw was what he saw, and what the Emerald Tree felt was what he felt... He and the Emerald Tree were like water and milk, and it was difficult to tell you from me.

The sacred Emerald Tree was the incarnation of Winfreys!