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The cup-shaped aberrant seems to have reached a deadlock with gray-green vines and pale bone claws.

But in fact, the appetite inside is rising. The free form eats the broken wood chips and bone fragments, and the muscles all over the body are burning with the flames of appetite like a stomach furnace. The skin and flesh are accelerated and deformed during the devouring.

Soon it will be able to usher in rebirth in pain, embrace never-ending hunger and thirst, and swallow endless pleasure.

"I will be promoted to a truly qualified person and enjoy the feast——"

The cup-shaped aberration made a vague declaration while using its fine teeth of new flesh and blood to eat the vitamin crude fiber that was automatically sent into the mouth.

But before it could express its inner appetite, a slight sharp scream sounded, and the annoying slender metal shot out again, piercing deeply into its undistorted eye sockets and rolling violently inside its skull. , hitting its brain heavily, causing its thinking activities to temporarily stagnate.

Then in the dark vision, its three dancing little eyes saw a dazzling incandescent thunder that connected the dim sky and the gray snow. From top to bottom, it seemed like a rugged thorn in the sky's anger. The sword blade, its mind was completely enlightened, the temperature of the skull was like an oven, and the smell of the burnt brain was emitting a fishy smell.

The fiery and violent thunder raged wantonly in the nerve passages, and the muscles passing through it inevitably spasmed and twitched.

The vocal cords vibrate in a desperate struggle following the last nerve impulse, "I will devour all the sweet, salty, bitter, spicy and sour things in the world, and I will feast on them..."

The words were not completely finished. In order to protect the Michaelis family, this loyal butler who was even willing to sacrifice his sanity and become a deformed monster was still unable to complete his inner obsession, and even failed to delay it for too much time. It was already lying on its back like a piece of burnt charcoal, and the snowflakes stirred up by falling to the ground swallowed it into the ground like a big gray mouth.

But the cruel sniper in the town in the distance was still pulling the trigger tirelessly. The hexagonal prism warheads sliced ​​through the wind and snow at short intervals, all rushing towards the empty eye sockets, the slender metal tumbling. They collided with each other, stirring the burnt fat into a pulp.

With a standard posture that can definitely be written into military textbooks, Watson quickly repeated a series of monotonous actions of cleaning the gun chamber - loading ammunition - aiming and shooting - cleaning the gun chamber, but always like a precise machine without making any mistakes, shooting The interval time is compressed to the lowest theoretical limit for human beings, and each round of ammunition is accurately fired into the target's head, completely annihilating the distorted consciousness.

Until the body in the distance completely stopped twitching, the Broken Walking Corpse also waved its bone-shattering claws and stepped forward to strike. The last sharp bone blade successfully cut off the withered and charred head.

Only then did Watson stop shooting, allowing the red-hot barrel of the gun to take a moment of respite. He looked up at the Cowell Hotel on the cliff in the distance. The eighteen-year-old building was already blackened. In one piece, several circles of hideous holes were blown up by the caster throwing detonators, and the furniture still burning slowly inside could be vaguely seen.

However, what is puzzling is that no matter how the fire spreads inside, the room in the middle of the top floor of the Cowell Hotel seems to have never been licked by the flames. It is still clean and complete, as if even the strong wind and blizzard are protecting it. This room extinguishes and extinguishes any flames that try to spread.

And that was the bedroom of old Michaelis, the owner of the Gowell Hotel, and it was also the ultimate target of the Crossroads Order's attack.

The top of the cliff is too far away from the town of Ilkesmouth, and the height difference is too large. Buildings need to be built to block the ballistic trajectory... The spire of the ruined Order is no longer suitable as a sniper point, and the indifferent sniper silently turned over Going down to the church, we fell into the increasingly thick snow.

Watson carried the heavy equipment on his back and headed towards the streets of Cowell step by step. The streets he passed along the way were covered with gray frost and snow and pools of crystallized blood. Broken corpses lay on both sides of the road.

But the remaining survivors still struggled with each other with red eyes, fighting for their neighbors' wives and daughters, beating fellow villagers on the head, biting the flesh and blood of relatives and friends... The influence of hearts and cups, lamps and moths still lingers in the air, For a long time.

These were the townspeople who rushed out to check the situation after hearing the explosion on the cliff. After they witnessed the five strangers dancing strangely on the streets of Gowell, they felt that this familiar scene aroused hatred in their hearts. , the eighteen-year blood feud came to mind again.

The angry townspeople picked up harpoons, kitchen knives, sticks and chairs and rushed into the streets, shouting dirty words and vowing to make these five damn foreigners pay the due price!

Then the first batch of charging troops were torn apart by the second cannon fodder unit that had just gathered. Their limbs were torn off and their heads were broken off. The deformed and bloated giant townspeople showed no mercy to these once familiar neighbors. Follow your inner command to attack faithfully.

When the blood and minced meat of the first batch of troops who charged against foreigners were sprinkled on the streets, this bloody scene did not frighten or shrink back the townspeople who came after them. They looked at the broken bodies of their friends/relatives/neighbors, and their eyes were filled with tears. The anger burned more and more fiercely, and even they could not explain why such violent anger arose in their hearts, why their hearts beat so passionately...

"Why do I feel like there is a steady stream of power emerging from my body? I really want to hit something?!" The man said, raising his fist and hitting his brother beside him.

"Why did you damn old Bushen pounce on my wife?!" The young man looked at his father's ugly appearance and became angry in his heart. He suddenly raised his leg and kicked his father's crotch... But what really made him feel miserable was What made Lu angry was that his wife actually cooperated and unbuttoned her clothes, and the charm in her eyes almost turned into threads!

"Why were your cards so good yesterday?! You must have lost a fortune!" The gambler thought back to yesterday's card game. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, the more he felt that something was wrong. Resentment and anger overwhelmed his reason, and he grabbed his poker partner. collar, and suddenly punched the opponent's nose hard.

"Why does little John in my arms smell so sweet? I can't help but want to try his taste!" The woman looked down at her little son, feeling the same veins pouring into her nose. The sweet fragrance of blood could not help but lick the thick purple lips.

"Why did you stay away from home the night before yesterday, Geffenni..."

"Why……"

"Why……"

All kinds of doubts or hallucinations infiltrated the minds of these mortals, distorted their perceptions, diverted their hatred and anger, and spread to their closest relatives and friends. The fights intensified and turned into brutal fights, with blood and shouts spilled. His roar helped the evil power to spread far and wide.

The power of the esoteric cultists of the Crossroads Order has reached its peak at this time. The four members are walking in seemingly silent dance steps, but the rhythm of their hearts has all gathered at Melanie in the center of the ceremony. Looking at the small human skin drum held high by the lamp-like esoteric cultist, the drumhead vibrates on its own even though no one is striking it, just like an active heart.

The five people ignored the mortals fighting behind them, and just moved firmly and slowly towards the cliff. With the blessing of the five connected hearts, their heart perception range also extended to a range of 300 yards that they had never reached before, and suddenly Then he could clearly feel the dimness of the heart rhythm of Christian Istvan, and feel the surging and wild heartbeat of another heartbeat, which was obviously the counterattack from the Cowell Hotel.

"Brother Istvan has sacrificed his life, we must not let his efforts go in vain!"

Seeing that the cup-shaped monster was about to become deformed, under the combined efforts of the two summons and Brother John who was responsible for remote support, it fell into a state of unconsciousness and stiffness that could not resist. Melanie immediately controlled the transformation of the five people's mental powers. The rhythmic words awakened the violent thunder that was still brewing, and blasted directly at the motionless cup-shaped aberrant!

There were two loud explosions, one was the roar of the sky and dark clouds, and the other was the explosion of the blazing white electric snake hitting the body.

The ugly charred body fell unwillingly, and the secret cultists of the Crossroads also breathed a sigh of relief temporarily. The ritual of awakening the sky to summon thunder consumed most of their telepathic powers. At this moment, they all invariably I felt a trace of fatigue welling up in my heart, as if even my heart skipped a beat.

But fortunately, the follow-up support team arrived with sufficient supplies. They immediately took out a test tube full of vitality extraction liquid from their arms, directly inserted it into the chest and injected it into the heart. The slightly tired heart suddenly started to beat with excitement. At the same time, the heart of the soul body also pulsed with excitement again.

Melanie directed the church members of Qi Xiang to pick up the dagger dropped by the cup-phase aberrant. The church members of winter phase sealed the corpse of cup phase and repaired the two damaged corpses. The church members of moth phase were responsible for assisting in repairing the damage. The budding zombies were sprouting, while he and his fellow Cuxiang disciples were on guard and guard.

After a moment of rest, the five people finally recovered their lost telepathic power. They once again assembled the crossroads array, guarded by two hard and indestructible summons in front, and continued to walk in the ancient dance steps, pulsating the thick Drumming, heading towards the cliff.

Now only the aging Michaelis and the young Sebastian are left... As long as we defeat these two people and interrogate the location of the library from their mouths, our mission can be considered to be successful. Although two dear church members died heroically in the process, it was all worth it.

Khalsa and Isentwan used their lives in exchange for our victory and the growth of the Islamic Order... Their names will forever be engraved on the monument of the Order!

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Sebastian finally woke up in a daze after enduring a bullet full of bullets hitting his head.

The last image that remained in his mind was that of the burly and muscular attacker pouring all the ammunition at him. His head felt like being hit by repeated heavy punches, and he fainted uncontrollably.

But as soon as he stood up, he saw pieces of yellow metal falling from his forehead. The bullets that should have been deeply embedded in his skull had all been discharged before he knew it.

The young man held down his groggy head and thought about it carefully, and then immediately recalled that he had just suffered a bullet that hit his skull painfully and fell to the ground. In a trance, he seemed to see Mr. Farris stroking his head and instilling that familiar feeling. The power of abandonment helped him expel the deeply embedded bullet.

But why is it that although Mr. Faris's power is extremely huge, the quality of it is much inferior to that of Brother John, and it cannot even promote his further transformation... It's because Mr. Faris is not our Mikali Is it the blood of the Si family?

The young man was deeply puzzled. At the same time, he also sensed the abnormal gathering of dark clouds in the sky. There seemed to be some kind of terrifying power brewing in the thick and deep clouds.

However, he saw the dazzling thunder falling from the sky. Due to his superior position and superior vision after awakening, he was able to clearly see that the figure that was struck by the thunder was none other than the respected Mr. Farris who had raised him since childhood. !

The rage of losing a loved one surged into his heart, and the tears of hatred flowed from his eyes. They were blown away by the cold wind before they could flow down.

The pain in the grieving boy's head became more and more severe, and he felt that his skull could not bear the surge of pain and would tear apart.

He turned his head and glared at the five strangers who were gradually approaching Mr. Farris's body... Fortunately, Brother John did not join them. Brother John was indeed on my side!

Sebastian roared with a weird, hoarse roar, and suddenly attacked the damn foreigner. He ran quickly on all fours, and flew brazenly towards the foreigners who had just merged into a crossroad array!

Lido, who had just picked up an unusually sharp weapon, was studying how to combine his power with the dagger. At this moment, when he saw the immature and deformed monster flying towards him, he suddenly became very playful and tried to use Qi Kai. Xiang's mana was poured into the dagger, and then thrown towards the target's head.

The Blade Xiang's dagger easily penetrated the deformed boy's forehead, and the Qi Xiang mana attached to the tip of the blade opened Sebastian's brain and skull, and also opened the strong door lock in his mind... House deep in his consciousness The door was violently opened, and the long-dusted memory and the cruel and bloody truth were finally revealed in front of the young man.

Sebastian recalled the memories that he had forgotten for some unknown reason, which came from the ancient memories of the time when he was just born.

It turned out that she was not delivered smoothly from her mother's body, but was forcibly ripped open and taken out by caesarean section.

As soon as Sebastian was born, bloody and bloody, he could fully open his dark eyes.

So as soon as he opened his eyes after emerging from his navel, he saw the father he had longed for.

However, the father's eyes were shining with a strange and frightening light of hunger.

He turned his head in confusion and looked at his mother, who had a pale face but a strangely hungry light in her eyes.

He heard his mother murmuring: "Hurry, hurry, hurry! Give me a taste, I can't bear it anymore!!!"

The father also swallowed desperately and said: "I can't bear it anymore. I can no longer wait for the day when he gives birth. I must-"

Before he could hear his father's complete words, he saw a dazzling, cold and ruthless light flashing across the delivery room where he gave birth, instantly cutting off his parents' heads.

Then he saw a pair of eyes burning with dazzling light.

And the owner of those blazing eyes...is his grandfather!