The vest magic changes the earth

Broken pictures began to appear in front of his eyes, and the pictures in front of his eyes became dizzy and gradually withdrew from the real world.

Unlike anything before, the images are richer and messier than ever before.

His brain began to buzz, those pictures had a towering clock tower, which collapsed under the impact; there was a strange building complex, which was different from any buildings here, formed by layers of small lattice-like windows , there is a dead silence; there is also a small town in the fog; the young girl who smiles at him...

what are these?Do angels see this?Doubt flashed across Metatron's mind.

He thought carefully, the sanctity of the kingdom of heaven and the solidity of faith were so clear and firm in his heart.

I am Metatron, keeper of the throne of the gods, he said to himself.

"Metatron! Can you hear me?" Lu Sien's voice rang in his ears again, the angel managed to stabilize his mind, and saw him standing in front of him, his eyes full of worry.

The angel looked back blankly.

"Hey, how are you? Mrs. Smith is probably awake, what do we do now?"

The angel blinked, looked down, and saw that the woman had struggled to open her eyes.

She stared blankly at the ruined house for a long time, tears streaming down her face.She cried quietly, without making a sound, but her eyes were desperate.

Metatron bent down to help her up, looked her in the eyes: "Ma'am, I'm sorry."

Mrs. Smith held his forearm with terrifying strength, the knuckles in her hands were white, and she looked up into Metatron's golden eyes, tears still falling like unbroken pearls.

"Sir, why are you telling me?"

To Lu Sien next to her, she almost squeezed out these words from her throat. She stared at Metatron, her eyes were bloodshot.

Metatron didn't take it seriously, he was still so gentle: "Because everything has a price, it will swallow everything around you, if I don't stop you today, then the whole village will suffer. So, ma'am, this Who taught you this method?"

When he said the last sentence, his expression became serious.The angel recalled the somewhat familiar pattern, and had a vague premonition in his heart.

Mrs. Smith sat alone, her head on her knees, weeping silently.No one spoke anymore.At this time, some autumn wind blew up slightly, blowing on the body, a bit chilly to the bone.

Finally she raised her head and replied: "It was the ceremony that taught me this method. I violated the agreement with Mrs. Simmons and performed the second ceremony."

Lu Sien was caught off guard when he heard the name of his crazy mother, and raised his head in shock.

In his impression, although he always knew that his mother was a bit of a witch, it is estimated that the ups and downs outside the rumors are not all wronged her.But when he recalled the horrible scene in the house before, and those things that didn't know whether they were living things, he still couldn't believe that it had a close relationship with her.

Lu Sien asked subconsciously: "Ritual?"

"Yes." Mrs. Smith was a little surprised to see that he didn't know anything. "When I was most helpless, Madam helped me. She taught me a ritual and said that my wish could be granted."

At that time, Mrs. Smith was still unmarried, and she was a girl named Mary who was nearly seventeen or eighteen years old. She was full of despair and hatred, and when she was about to commit suicide, she met the mad lady.

At that time, the notoriety of Mrs. Simmons as a witch had not spread all over the nearby towns. In the eyes of the residents, she was just a reclusive lady who came to the countryside.

She still doesn't know how that crazy lady ran out of that mansion alone.

I just remember that the weather was gloomy that day, and the dark clouds rolling in the distance made the sky extremely low, and it seemed that it was going to rain soon.Mary stumbled and ran on the road, holding a hemp rope in her hand, thinking of committing suicide in a place where no one was around.

Mary ran into a forest, which was deep and deep. It belonged to the Simmons family's land, and no one would usually come in.

After walking a few steps in the woods, she saw the scene in front of her eyes, and suddenly she saw a bush of flowers.

The flower bushes have obviously been tended by hand, they are all rosemary, and many small blue-purple flowers have faded, hanging alone on the branches.

The lady was standing by the bushes, holding a pair of sharp silver scissors in her hand.She was wearing a gorgeous light green long dress with leg of lamb sleeves outlined in lace and a very thin waist.The hair is coiled up, not under the hat, and a gauze hat of the same color as the gloves is worn, and it is outlined with a ribbon.

The lady raised her head to see her distressed appearance, glanced at the rope in her hand again, and raised the corners of her mouth.He showed a knowing and mocking smile.

Mary panicked and confessed to the lady, lowering her head in fear.

Mrs. Simmons just walked up to her slowly, the light green skirt swaying in her sight.

She took her hand, and those beautiful red lips spat out the most sinful words Mary had ever heard: "My child, you must let your hatred destroy your enemies, not yourself. I can help you avenge, you want Do you listen?"

As the sun set, Mary returned home in a daze, collected materials, and arranged the ceremony entrusted to her by the lady.

"At midnight, when the phases of the moon bend like a human eye. Light eight candles;

Burn a handful of open safflower, mix the residue with clean water, add five drops of sheep's blood, stir 88 times with elderberry branches and leaves; drink.

Then spread the juice of Datura on a piece of fresh flesh, and attract a black dog to swallow it;

Kill the black dog and paint a pattern with the black dog's blood.

All this must be done before the eight candles burn out.

Then close your eyes and think about the wishes you want to achieve before going to bed.

Finally, keep in mind that this ritual can only be used once. "

Mary dipped her finger in black and red blood and drew the last stroke of the pattern, and she woke up suddenly.

She looked at the pattern in front of her. It was an eye with a swirling pupil and a twisted snake on the upper eyelash.The red blood dried up and turned black, exuding a stench. The black dog lay beside it, half of its neck broken.Everything in the house exudes a charming temperament under the swaying candlelight.

She trembled a few times in fear, feeling that everything had changed, and the eyes on the ground seemed to be watching her.

She lay on the bed, thinking of those girls' faces again in her mind, young and beautiful, chirping, like a flock of cute birds, they laughed and said the most vicious things to her, new shoes kicked her, hot pain.

With a sudden change of heart, her fear was a little less, and she made up her mind.

I want you all to die.

......

Mrs. Smith hugged her legs, her eyes were dry, "I never regret it, they deserve to die. It's just that I didn't save my husband this time...he encountered a landslide on the way back to his hometown."

The angel sighed softly, "May God forgive your sins."

"You don't need to pray for me, angel." Mrs. Smith laughed, "God didn't save me when I was bullied, didn't save me when I wanted to die, and didn't save me when I did evil. Besides, I The price has already been paid.”

She stretched out her hand and lifted her skirt, exposing her legs.Before Lu Sien had time to cover his eyes, he couldn't help exclaiming.

Those were not a pair of legs that a human being should have. The whole leg was basically festered, and blood seeped out from the layers of gauze.After removing the gauze, you can even see faint bones.

Lu Sien looked at Metatron, and the angel shook his head at him, indicating that it was hopeless.

Lu Sien wanted to say something else, after all, this was caused by his mother, and he should be responsible.Before he could speak, Metatron interrupted.

Metatron looked in the direction of the manor with an unprecedented seriousness. He turned his head and smiled helplessly at Lu Sien: "We were cheated by your mother. It's too late for us to go back now."

At this time, Simmons Manor was already in flames.

The red tongue of fire licked every object it could touch. Those gorgeous decorations and solid walls made crackling sounds under the flames.The fire spread like crazy, thick smoke billowed, and the air seemed to be distorted.Some servants in the manor didn't have time to escape, and were swallowed by black smoke and flames in an instant.

The rosemary in the garden is dried and burned, giving off the charming fragrance of spices.

Its mistress came out in full dress, her long, gorgeous skirt trailing the ground, and her steps brisk.The woman laughed, holding a sprig of blue-purple rosemary in her hand, she pushed open the door of the hall on the top floor, and there was a shivering man and woman inside.

"Hi, my husband, long time no see." She greeted the man briskly.

Mr. Simmons could hardly control his body trembling. He couldn't figure out why he and his mistress stayed at home well, and when he opened his eyes, he appeared in this place.

He tremblingly opened his mouth, trying to show his dignity as a count: "Yesenia, what are you doing? You heartless witch, I brought you out of the slums of France, you better let go I'm going back!"

Yeniseyah smiled, and under the reflection of makeup and firelight, her face seemed to have regained its former beauty.

"You said you would love me forever and be with me, and I'm giving you that chance."

She reached out to outline her husband's face through the void, then drew a long knife from under her skirt.

The knife is sharp and sharp, chop down!

She waved her arms, and blood splashed again and again.

The mistress, who had not dared to speak, was splashed with blood on her face, and finally screamed uncontrollably.

The mistress begged: "Please let me go. It doesn't matter to me. He came after me. This circle is like this. I didn't mean it, please."

Yesenia stopped what she was doing, raised her face with the rosemary in her left hand, and smiled softly: "Don't you love him?"

The mistress shook her head in panic.

Yesenia's face changed suddenly, and she threw Rosemary on the ground. She widened her eyes nervously, and asked each word: "You don't love him?!"

Without waiting for the other party to answer, she raised the knife like crazy and chopped it down.

Both of them fell in a pool of blood, and the blue-purple rosemary was soaked in blood, and the flowers drooped.

Yesenia laughed wildly, her hands were bloody, she covered her face, her eyes were bloodshot between her fingers.

When Lu Sien and Angel arrived, what they saw was a scene.

Shocked, Lu Sien blurted out: "Mom!"

On the other hand, Metatron sighed, letting a child see his mother kill his father, no matter what, it was too cruel.

He said: "Ms. Yeniseyah, you shouldn't have done this."

The woman sitting in the center of the pool of blood didn't turn her head back, her voice was indifferent, "Don't mind your own business, I seem to tell you to take Lu Sien away."

"I wanted to come in by myself! Mom, you shouldn't..." Mrs. Simmons ignored him.

"I'm not referring to this matter, I'm talking about Mrs. Mary Smith's matter. You shouldn't teach her these things, and you shouldn't...in order to seduce her, kill her husband." The angel said.

"What?!" Lu Sien next to him shouted in shock.

Yenisaiah finally had a little surprise, she turned her head and smiled and said, "Angel, you actually found out, how did you find out?"

"I don't want to talk about it, Ms. Yeniseya, this incident is too coincidental. Your soul has been polluted. I should have found out sooner."

The angel sighed in his heart, he was blinded by the nostalgia for Lu Sien shown by Yenisea, he also took Lu Sien to investigate in the villages and towns, and was stumbled by Mrs. Smith's matter for a while - Mrs. Smith's matter had long been It was arranged that Yenisiah deliberately lured the woman into this path to buy time to summon the evil god.

"I didn't expect you to come here so quickly. It's really extraordinary, Angel." Yesenia gave a false compliment and stood up, still holding her bloody knife in her hand.

The angel stretched out his hand, and the golden long sword made of light appeared in his hand.

On the opposite side, Yenisaiya's long skirt dragged to the floor, and the entire hem of the skirt was soaked in blood.Behind her, the pattern of the eyes appeared slowly, with an evil aura that eroded people's souls.

Those eyes blinked slowly, Lu Sien's scalp went numb for a moment, and he didn't say anything, but he could feel that he was excited, even ecstatic!

His brain is covered by a huge flow of information, his eyes seem to be staring at him in the sky, and behind him is the vast starry universe.

The angel raised his sword, spread his wings, and the power of endless light spread out. He opened his mouth and spit out an ancient and solemn word: "Judgment!"

The long sword didn't move, but a golden sword shadow pierced towards the eyes. The eyes seemed to be hurt, and the light dimmed for a moment.

His long golden hair spread out and raised when there was no wind, his wings seemed to condense the brightest holy breath in every inch of light, and he continued: "Everyone who is guilty, evil, or unrighteous should be judged by this sword! "

The huge bright sword shadow hit the eyes overwhelmingly, lighting up the entire sky in a trance. At this time, the night was dark, and the brilliance of the moon seemed to be covered by a lightsaber.

This sword that blocks the sky and the sun covers the eyes.Lu Sien watched and clenched his fists.

The light dissipated, and the angel thought regretfully that this sword had failed. He definitely possessed extraordinary wisdom. Before falling, he gave up most of his strength and escaped here skillfully.

The light turned into little spots of light, turned into golden rain, fell down, and gradually extinguished the flame.

Mrs. Yenissey stood there alone, she smiled indifferently, as if she had nothing to worry about after her revenge, and her defeat by Metatron was also expected.

The night wind blew in from the broken window behind her, blowing her long skirt.

"Mother, wait."

Yeniseyah's movements stopped.

Lu Sien asked tremblingly behind her: "Why are you doing this, you know everything, right? Did you ever think today that if Metatron wasn't a match for the thing Mrs. Smith summoned, I would die there too ?”

She turned around, showed a mocking smile, and said with a singing aria: "My Lu Sien, you have always been a smart child, and you are very sharp. Didn't you realize it a long time ago? I don't like it at all." You, the crystallization of my wrong love, I hate you to death."

Lu Sien opened his eyes wide, and tears fell uncontrollably from the emerald green eyes similar to hers.

"As for why the evil god was summoned, it's because I hate it. I want to let everyone in this world taste the pain."

She laughed and jumped out of the window.

Lu Sien roared and rushed over, but didn't catch anything.

The young man's glasses fell to one side, and he covered his face and curled up by the window like a wounded beast.

Below, Yenisaiah's body is like a flower, opening on the ground.Under her is her favorite rosemary.