Extraordinary pedigree

Chapter 595 Flower of Blood and Bone·Who Dares to Call Him a Great Warlock?

[Sisyphus]'s fist was still tightly pressed against the owl's head. The force of the fist compressed the surrounding air so tightly that there was almost no gap, as if the entire space had become extremely tense and fragile under this blow.

Buzz buzz buzz——

The space around the fist was slightly distorted, showing the horror of this force.

『Buzz——』

Accompanied by the ticking of the clock and the roar of lightning, the gray and white world began to be gradually filled with colorful colors.

First, the faint color slowly penetrated from the edge of the space, spreading like a drop of ink into clear water.

Then, these colors became more and more vivid, as if beams of colorful light shone into this still world, gradually covering the gray and white scene.

The wall returned to its original color, the details on the objects gradually became clear, and there seemed to be a sense of flow in the air.

The picture of the whole world gradually returned to normal, and time began to flow again.

When time resumed flowing, everyone's consciousness and the rules of the world also began to return to normal.

Boom——

There was only a violent roar, and the blood of the owls that were originally frozen in the surroundings began to splatter. The bright red blood sprayed on the walls and the floor, dyeing the entire space red.

Along with the roar, there was also the sound of bones breaking, crisp and harsh, as if the entire space was torn apart at this moment.

For the person who was stopped in time, all this happened in the blink of an eye.

From the perspective of the long-legged owl, it just launched an attack and then began to retreat in 0.02 seconds, but in this blink of an eye, its head was inexplicably blasted.

Its consciousness was still at the moment of launching the attack, and its body had completely collapsed under the attack of [Sisyphus], blood and feathers flew everywhere, and the scene was extremely tragic.

"Kuuuuuu——"

The long-legged owl screamed miserably, and [Sisyphus] on the side had a [Mobius Ring] under his feet, and then shot out his hand to pinch the opponent's neck directly.

After the long-legged owl was blown away, the female forensic doctor, who was lying on the floor vomiting and filled with all kinds of crazy thoughts, felt a sudden clarity of mind, as if a fog was suddenly blown away.

*****

At the same time, in an abandoned black church thousands of kilometers away, dim light shone through the broken stained glass windows onto the dusty stone floor. The church benches were covered with spider webs, and there were rotten books and broken candles on the wooden pulpit. The whole space was filled with an old and corrupt atmosphere.

The murals on the walls were blurred because of their age, but the icons and religious scenes that were once depicted could be vaguely seen.

On the dome of the church, the remains of the chandelier were crumbling and seemed to fall at any time.

Five people were sitting in the church at this moment, each of them occupying a different position with different expressions.

"Ah——"

Suddenly, one of the men's heads exploded, blood splattered, and then, as if struck by some unspeakable force, he crashed into the wooden benches around him, breaking several of them.

Blood and wood chips splattered, and the scene was tragic.

This sudden change shocked the other four people in the church.

"Castire's incarnation was attacked! How could it be possible? With the panel speed of Castile's incarnation, combined with the authority and range of activities, how could it be hit? Even the Crowner couldn't easily..."

One of the four people, a man wearing a San Diego Rockets uniform and wearing the consortium badge and Rockets badge on his shoulders, said in surprise.

Puff~

Puff~

The man lying on the ground had a large dent in his head, from which white bones and faintly visible brain tissue could be seen, and the blood that kept flowing out was puffing, and the scene was extremely terrifying.

However, the man named Castile was still alive.

Castiel's head was severely injured, and blood continued to flow from the wound, staining the floor beneath him red.

His face was twisted in pain, his eyes were dazed and out of focus, but he was still struggling tenaciously.

His hand trembled as he reached out to his head, trying to relieve the pain.

The "brain-dead" man's hand trembled as he reached out to his head, trying to relieve the pain. His fingertips touched the edge of the cracked skull, and he felt the cold and sharp bone piercing his skin, accompanied by sticky blood flowing.

Although his body was on the verge of limit, Castiel still tried to contact his Solomon incarnation thousands of miles away - [Stolas].

Castiel took a deep breath and tried to concentrate, his consciousness drifting in the pain and confusion. His eyes began to blur, but he forced himself to focus on [Stolas] in his mind.

At this moment, he could visualize the long-legged owl thousands of miles away being strangled by a purple-gold substitute, and the scene was so clear that it seemed to be close at hand.

His palms trembled slightly in the air, as if trying to grasp something invisible.

As anxiety and despair continued to surge in his heart, his voice became hoarse and low.

"Release——"

Castiel roared in a low voice.

Then, he squeezed with all his strength, blood flowed out from between his fingers, and the bright red blood flowed down his arm, staining the lapels and the ground red.

His eyes became ferocious because of the pain, but he still persisted, his consciousness firmly locked on [Stolas].

On the other side, when [Sisyphus]'s palms tightly pinched [Stora]'s neck, the long-legged owl's eyes flashed with its final struggle and despair.

The purple-gold fist was wrapped in terrifying power, compressing the air so much that the gap was almost invisible.

The power of the fist slightly distorted the surrounding space, showing the terror of this power.

Boom——

At that moment, the owl's head and feet suddenly exploded violently, like a flower blooming with flesh and blood.

The feathers were flying in all directions, with a blue-purple light floating in the air.

The splash of flesh and feathers instantly turned into light, and the sound of the explosion sounded like thunder, shaking the entire space.

The scene seemed to be in slow motion, delicately showing the trajectory of every drop of blood and every feather flying in the air.

Puff puff——

After completing all this, Castile's head continued to spray blood, and the sprayed blood filled the air and dyed the surrounding ground red.

His head was shattered by the violent impact, and white brain and bone fragments could be clearly seen.

His face was pale, his eyes were wandering, and his consciousness was wandering on the edge of pain.

Castile turned his head with difficulty and looked at one of the four people.

The man was dressed in a red monk's costume and held a strange human bone cane in his hand. The texture of the cane seemed to condense the wailing of countless souls.

What is even more striking is that the hand holding the cane actually has six fingers, and the tips of each finger are filled with mysterious power, as if they are whispering some ancient and mysterious spell.

The surrounding air seemed to become colder, and the figure of the red monk looked particularly solemn and strange in the dim church.

Those deep eyes seemed to be able to penetrate all illusions and see the truth hidden in the darkness.

Castile's consciousness gradually blurred, and his soul seemed to be about to sink into endless darkness.

He struggled, used his last strength, and roared at the man:

"Corinius P. Bodefe II, save me..."

Castile's voice was hoarse and desperate, as if he was making a last prayer to fate.

However, before he could finish his words, he fell to the ground limply due to exhaustion of strength, his whole body as limp as a broken puppet.

Blood continued to gush from his head, forming a pool of blood on the ground.

Bodfe II, who was wearing a red monk's costume, frowned slightly, obviously very displeased with Castile's name.

"I have said it many times, you should call me the Great Warlock, and respect my name... Ya En. Your disrespect really makes me unhappy."

When the red monk Fei II looked displeased, the members of the San Diego Rockets who had just exclaimed stood up.

He is the captain of Team Rocket and the real person in charge.

Ernest Hayes. Ernest is 2.1 meters tall and has a serious face, with determination and calmness shining in his deep eyes.

His figure was tall and mighty, like an unshakable iron tower.

Ernest's eyes were stern, and he walked straight to the red monk, with a hint of threat and unquestionable determination in his tone.

"Your Majesty the Great Warlock, please help Castile. According to your agreement with the consortium, we will help you complete the sacrament of [Flower of Blood and Bone], gather the fourteen holy flesh, and summon the six of Atlantis." The Holy Spirit of Angels declares [Nine Pillars of Miracles: The March of the Green Sun]. In exchange, you should become one of the consortium’s helpers. Now that someone from the consortium is injured, it is time for you to fulfill your promise and help.”

His words were full of style and etiquette, but there was an undoubted pressure hidden behind every word, as if he was reminding the red monk of the promises he owed and the responsibilities he had not fulfilled.

After listening to the captain's words, the displeasure on Red Monk Bodfei II's face became more obvious.

He turned slowly and looked sharply at Ernest Hayes.

At this moment, a strange red light flashed in the monk's eyes, as if a blazing flame was beating in his eyes.

He did not immediately respond to Ernest's words, but looked at him deeply. Those eyes are as breathtaking as the abyss, as if they can penetrate all appearances and reach deep into the heart.

The red light flashed in and out of his eyes, making people shudder.

But Bodefei II didn't say much, and just snorted slightly, indicating that he did not fully agree with Ernest's tough attitude.

Then, the red monk turned his attention to Castiel, who had a cracked skull on the ground.

Castile's condition was deplorable, and the trauma to his head was shocking.

Bodfe II's eyes lingered on Castile's wound for a moment, as if he was carefully studying the broken bones, exposed brain tissue and the continuous gush of blood.

His eyes became deep and complicated, as if he was weighing the pros and cons, wondering whether it was worth rescuing him.

Finally, he made his choice...

Bade Fei II's fingers trembled slightly, as if performing some kind of secret ritual.

"Osiris——"

At this moment, a powerful force emerged from behind him, and a majestic incarnation quietly appeared.

This incarnation is exactly - [Osiris].

[Osiris] is tall and strong, like a god from ancient mythology. He is nearly three meters tall and exudes an aura of indescribable majesty and mystery.

Green and black alternately cover His skin. Green is like the buds of early spring, emitting a soft light, symbolizing recovery and vitality.

Two halos are suspended behind him.

The black is as deep as the night, with a faint glow, symbolizing the tranquility and eternity of death.

The head of this god of the world wears a gorgeous crown, which is made of pure gold. There are sparkling gems in the center of the crown, reflecting the dazzling light, which makes people feel its extraordinary origin at a glance.

His face is covered by a golden mask. The pattern on the mask is exquisite, and every line tells the ancient myths and history.

The most eye-catching point is the body of [Osiris]. He is wrapped in a layer of white shroud, which is densely covered with golden runes and flashing with mysterious light, as if silently whispering ancient spells and mysterious power.

A blue and gold belt is tied around his waist, and a huge emerald is inlaid in the center of the belt, emitting a soft glow, symbolizing eternal life and rebirth.

In his hands, he holds a [staff] symbolizing rule and protection and a [flail] symbolizing harvest and prosperity.

[Staff] and [Flail] are engraved with ancient symbols, emitting powerful energy fluctuations.

A pair of huge wings floated behind Him, and the feathers on the wings were like emerald green jade, shining with golden light, symbolizing the sacred power of resurrection.

A golden halo floated above His head, engraved with ancient hieroglyphs.

[Life and Death Intertwined·Reversal——]

Castile's skull repair process began

The red monk Bodfe II stood beside Castile, with his hands slightly raised, palms facing down.

As he began to chant, an invisible force spread in the air.

The temperature in the church seemed to drop suddenly, and tiny ice crystals seemed to condense in the air.

Bodfe II's eyes flashed with that strange red light again, as deep as the abyss, as if it could swallow everything.

Bodfe II's hands began to emit a soft red light, and the light gradually became stronger, like a flowing liquid, gathering into a ball in his palms.

His low moaning became higher and faster, like some ancient and mysterious spell.

The light became more intense, and finally two beams of light shot out from the palm of [Osiris] behind him, shooting straight at Castiel's head.

When the beams touched Castiel's head, a slight buzzing sound was heard. Castiel's body twitched slightly, and then gradually calmed down.

A faint red light began to appear on his forehead and top of his head, covering the shocking wound.

The red light gradually penetrated into his skin, bones and muscles, as if repairing his damaged tissue.

As the red light penetrated deeper, Castiel's broken bones began to heal slowly.

Under the traction of the light, the bone fragments seemed to be reassembled by invisible hands.

The cracks between the bone fragments gradually disappeared, and new bone was generated in the red light, filling the previous gap.

The originally sunken place began to become flat, and the shape of the bones gradually returned to normal.

At the same time, the exposed brain tissue also began to repair under the irradiation of the red light. The broken nerve fibers, blood vessels and cell tissues reconnected in the light and regained their original vitality.

The healing process of brain tissue is more complicated and delicate than that of bones, but the red light seems to have an unparalleled repair power, which can accurately repair every damage.

The whole process is accompanied by a strange energy fluctuation, and the air seems to echo with a low resonance.