Chapter 295 Tree Fresce

The Emerald Bearded Snake, following the bloody sweetness, tilted its head in confusion.

In its special perception field, there were only eight dark and dim human-shaped shadows in front of it, without any sense of glow and vitality... These eight corpses seemed to have been dead for a long time, and even the remaining vitality in their bodies had all died.

Did the promotion ceremony fail? But even if the ceremony failed, the result should only be that the executor and the recipient accidentally saw the great face that could not be looked at directly, and the weak light in the skull could not contain the image beyond imagination.

The incarnation of the universe's principles, the amount of mysterious information contained in it has exceeded the cognitive limit of the ritualists... Their reason exploded with a bang, until restlessness and madness completely captured their minds!

But why did the eight people who participated in the promotion ceremony tonight die on the spot, without even a wailing or screaming, and died quietly... Was it the work of the Anti-Suppression Bureau?

This matter was full of doubts, but Winfreys was no longer surprised. After receiving the information sent back by the Emerald Snake, he did not think too much about it... As long as the ritual room was safe, there would be a way out.

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The hair-thin roots not only wrapped around Winfreys' nerves, but also penetrated into his blood vessels, climbing up along the unobstructed bloody road until they wrapped up the beating heart. The emerald and scarlet myocardium contracted and expanded together, and the beating rhythm was also mixed with a strange green.

Winfreys, who was slumped in his office chair, suddenly straightened up, stiff and twitching as if he had suddenly been electrocuted.

His eyes radiated a dark green light, his skull was crystal clear like a colorless crystal, his brain was twisted like a knotty tree root, and his thoughts sprouted copper-green buds.

Now, he is not only the middle-aged man Winfreys Morgan who embarked on the road of invisible art to heal his beloved daughter, but also the emerald tree, a creature of alien gods that is rejected and hated by nature!

His fusion with it seems to be a coincidence that is difficult to replicate, but perhaps this result has long been considered by someone behind the scenes... The knowledge of the knower and the power of the creature of Sichen, the combination of the two can certainly create unprecedented monsters, and can certainly become another cornerstone ladder for great achievements! ! !

However, this great man with foresight did not expect that his chess game, which was bound to fail, would suddenly break into an inconspicuous little moth, and then attract the terrifying existence behind the little moth that cannot be called directly... Now even this person behind the scenes has fallen into another unfathomable chess game and has become a discarded piece that has been ruthlessly abandoned.

After the chess pieces lost their protection, this fusion that was not tolerated by the world also went astray.

In a sense, Winfreys's wish has been fulfilled. He has indeed found the third path between the knower and the deformed.

That is the innate nature of the creatures of the Hour... He has fulfilled his wish and embarked on another secret path. He has obtained a powerful power that is difficult to give even with the third mark. He can even retain part of his mind and memory.

But the incomplete memory symbolizes the incomplete personality. Is Winfreys with an incomplete personality still the original Winfreys?

The new Winfreys suddenly bent down and took a weird and twisted posture, like the dirty posture of the Yoga Shaktism, as if he was combining with himself, and his curled head seemed to be biting his own tail.

His vocal cords and its tentacles chanted the ancient awakening ballad in unison. His twisted and curled body was like a round drum, and his skin and heart, roots and tree core were beating constantly, as if they were being beaten and vibrating like a drum.

The air and walls were rippled with visible vibrations. This dull rhythm hit the ears of everyone in the hospital, and their hearts seemed to lose control and beat along with this rhythm.

The clear night sky was suddenly covered with thick and solid dark clouds, and the bright silver moon was once again covered by the dark cloud curtain.

The faint light suddenly dissipated, and the sticky darkness flooded the hospital.

The alert logistics officer of the Anti-Suppression Bureau immediately lit the headlight and placed it in front of the convex mirror. The bright light shone from all directions, reflecting the gray-white hospital that had collapsed and shattered.

The trembling wall was torn, but the dark red bricks exposed were covered with dense and lush emerald roots, like the ugly body hair of the giant beast called Crossroads Hospital swaying in the wind.

The fluorescent green vines, as thin and hungry as newborn snakes, were pouncing on every living thing in the hospital.

They swayed left and right to avoid the extremely sharp sword blades, and went straight to the gaps between the silver armor, vowing not to miss any sweet blood, vowing not to miss any sweetness and fragrance... Only the endless vitality of life can curb the insatiable destruction in the tree!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The extermination soldiers in the corridor decisively detonated the wooden-handled grenades they carried with them, and silver flakes were mixed with the shock waves of the explosion and spread everywhere.

The silver flakes stained the broken armor that was also silver, forming a new line of defense, allowing the brave and fearless extermination soldiers to swing their swords wantonly, no longer having to worry about the insidious roots that quietly crawled under their feet.

The silver flakes pounced on the rapidly retreating emerald roots, forcing the cult leader to actively abandon these poisonous tentacles, thereby effectively attacking the enemy's living forces.

But these strange and evil fluorescent green roots seemed to be endless and continued to spread. Some of the cunning roots even entangled the corpses of the cultists, fished out the eyes of the dead, and took deep root in them.

The turbid and dirty light that was faintly flowing in the wall finally found a window to vent, and the dark corridor suddenly flashed with disgusting and hateful light!

The viscous light like gel collided with the pure and bright cold light, and the turbid light line and the sharp silver arc collided fiercely, bursting out sparks of reason and madness, illuminating the indifferent eyes of the soldiers under the mask goggles.

In the eyes of outsiders, the hospital at this time was shining with colorful lights from time to time, red, white, green or yellow, just like the painter who painted the night scene of the hospital drank a few more sips before work, and was drunk and couldn't see the difference between the pigments, but smeared them on the painting.

Inside the hospital, which was filled with colorful lights, there were indescribable sounds of drums beating, rough wood rubbing, gunshots, roars and fighting, etc., which were both low and crisp, both hoarse and loud, just like the passionate music played at the climax of an opera performance.

The commander of this eradication operation, Charlotte Holmes, just watched all this coldly from a distance, but she held the pure crystal of light tightly in her hand, so hard that her knuckles turned slightly white.

She looked at the stalemate, although she was a little unwilling, but in the end, for the sake of the overall situation, in order to prevent the casualties of the soldiers from being too heavy, she could only temporarily abandon her original idea of ​​relying solely on great skills.

The female detective said in a deep voice: "Please leave, consultants."

The consultants hidden in the hooded gowns smiled slightly, and stepped out of the shadows holding the strange round mirror reflecting the deformed flesh pupils.