Chapter 292 Lion Hunting Spear

With the help of the power of the emerald tree, Winfreys temporarily repelled the first batch of extermination troops.

The entangled extermination soldiers turned against each other and attacked their former colleagues.

Although Winfreys could have invested more life force to promote the development of the emerald tree, and in an instant he could have summoned dense vines covering the underground hall...but why waste power in such a place?

The current priority is to condense the fruits in the tree and breed new tree species, and everything else should serve this task.

So Winfreys, who could have killed the extermination soldiers in front of him in an instant, just bluffed and corroded their minds with the light in his eyes, controlled their bodies with emerald tentacles, and let them kill each other to delay time.

The knotty face leisurely enjoyed the performance of the soldiers killing each other, but at the same time, he had a faint doubt in his heart, because after he completely repaired the emerald tree, the perception of the mind could finally cover the entire underground headquarters. The intricate tunnels were clearly presented in his mind, and the beating heartbeats were like stars dotted on this map of the mind.

However, the 19 wild heartbeats that symbolized the alien creatures were still fleeing around in a panic, but in just a moment of distraction, the group of monsters had disappeared without a trace!

Whether it was the perception of the mind or the special vision of the emerald tree, they could not find their traces. Even if Winfreys even attached the magic power of the lamp to the emerald roots to help them enlighten and help them dig deep, he could not find the traces of the monsters... It seemed that they had disappeared in the dark shadows in an instant, just as they appeared abruptly, they left so abruptly.

But Winfreys was puzzled by more than that... When he mobilized the emerald tentacles to absorb the vitality of the believers, he found that he could not even sense the heartbeat of his loyal deputy leader, Nello Bacchus!

Even when the emerald roots looked through the laboratory, slaughterhouse, forging room and other rooms, there was no trace of Nello.

Even when a certain root passed through the copper pear cultivation room, he could not find that the girl Crovitte, who he once loved the most and brought him a lot of joy in the early days of his business, was nowhere to be found... The heartbeat rhythm disappeared, not even a trace was left, and the two rare copper pear trees had completely withered like ordinary dead wood, no longer having the wonderful characteristics that nature did not allow.

Winfreys vaguely sensed the breath of some conspiracy.

"The nineteen monsters that suddenly disappeared, the twin girls and the deputy leader who also disappeared, and my poor innocent Anna who suffered... These three people are closely related to me, or have been closely related to me, and they all disappeared tonight."

"But it's impossible. When Nello led the team to sneak into the river, I sensed his and Krovit's heartbeats. At that time, they were with John-"

"By the way, where is John? He and the other three should have completed the promotion ceremony. Now the second-level believers in the church are almost finished. It's time for them, the third-level secret disciples, to take their turn..."

Wen Fresce controlled the emerald roots to crawl towards the newly built ceremony room... This place is of great importance. Even if the hospital above is completely damaged, the ceremony room must be intact.

He distracted himself by controlling the newly born emerald roots to crawl into the tunnel of the supply room... Although the foundation of the cult must be abandoned, fortunately, there are still many portable treasures in the secret treasures I collected. With these convenient assets, even if I flee overseas, I will not have a hard life.

However, when the emerald roots swam through the tunnel like snakes and reached the inner door of the supply room, the secret door of the supply room without any heart rhythm was open at this moment, and a ray of dim light leaked through the door. The light and shadow floated as if someone was rummaging through the boxes and cabinets to find something behind the door.

Winfreys transmitted the fluctuations of heart perception again, confirming that he could not detect the echo of any living heartbeat behind the door... It seems that there is a thief in the house.

Is it that damn crazy mothman? It’s not enough to take away my beloved little Anna, and now they want to continue to take away my property? !

The deeply buried anger emerged again, causing the light in the pupils to become stronger again. The scarlet blood lion bathed in the tide of heterochromatic glow also seemed to be overwhelmed and let out a wail and scream, and then cracked and burst open.

Then more jade roots crawled towards the supply room, and the dark tunnel echoed with creepy rustling sounds, as if countless dark green venomous snakes in the shadows attacked the glimmering door in front!

Before the twisted and entangled jade vines as thick as Amazon anacondas slammed open the secret door of the supply room, and sprayed malicious and vicious glow and corrosive and intoxicating venom into the interior at all costs... The door panel was kicked open from the inside, and a graceful figure strode out.

Even though this figure was leaning against the dim light, only the outline of its body could be seen dimly.

Winfreys still recognized the identity of the thief at a glance-Clovette!

No, judging from the frequency of the glow in the other party's skull, the one controlling the girl's body at this time should be the irritable and vulgar Emma!

Emma, ​​who somehow managed to evade the fourth-level mind detection, was laughing wildly and disgustingly on her face. That rough laughter was far less crisp and pleasant than Crovit's silver bell-like laughter.

Emma's laughter contained unquestionable ecstasy, as if if you didn't laugh along with her, this slender girl would directly take out her revolver and put it against your forehead, wield a sharp knife to cut the corner of your mouth, and leave an indelible smile on your face.

At this moment, facing the snake-like vines in front of her that stood up with ill intentions as if ready to attack, the wild laughter on her face did not diminish at all, but intensified, laughing louder and louder, and laughing wilder and wilder!

"Hahaha, fuck you, Winfreys, taste my dick!!!"

The pretty girl uttered dirty words, and suddenly took out a black, thick and hard guy from under the apron of her nurse's uniform!

The heterochromatic white pupils in the mouth of the Emerald Vine Anaconda, which symbolized the visual extension of Winfreys, instantly shrank like needles.

Because the guy held in Emma's hand was an important weapon that he had to take away when he controlled the emerald roots!

It was an old-fashioned flintlock rifle with scars and a long history, which could be called an antique.

But its shape was not exquisite and gorgeous, but rough like the work of a country gunsmith, and the dark barrel was whimsically made to be as thick as the mouth of a wrist.

Both the barrel and the handle were covered with fine claw marks, and even stained with stubborn blood stains that were difficult to wash off, as if this ancient gun had experienced a difficult battle, so that the special multi-wing mark at the end of the buttstock looked broken.

The odd-shaped antique gun looked so shabby that it made people doubt whether it could still be fired.

But Winfreys, who auctioned this item in person, clearly understood that this gun could not only still be fired, but its power was far beyond the imagination of ordinary people!

The imaginary enemy of this thick-barreled flintlock rifle at the beginning of its design was not against ordinary people, or even against secret believers!

The metal used to cast the barrel was mixed with black and hot crystals.

The unprepossessing solid wood buttstock was made of some kind of wood that should have rotted but had not rotted.

The special gunpowder filled inside can only be made by the Reconstructor, and even the projectiles fired are made from the fangs of the hunting targets!

The purpose of the birth of this antique flintlock is to deal with those savage and ferocious lions, those invulnerable and terrible monsters.

This flintlock... is a real lion hunting gun!

The lions it hunts are not mortal lions, but flesh and blood weapons forged by the Golden General of Blade Sichen himself!