Chapter 190 Small Moth and Big Moth

Chapter 190 Small Moth and Big Moth

Watson looked at the wolfing little moth and slowly put away the short bow in his hand.

The reason why he did not use a more powerful and efficient precision rifle was because the sound of gunpowder explosion was too abrupt and obvious. Even after being weakened by the suppressor, it was definitely not the sound of nature and might attract people. Other unwanted looks.

Bows and arrows with greater concealment effects are very suitable for the current situation. They can be fired silently and hide their true identity. The ammunition of the Whitworth M1857 precision rifle he carries is too special and can easily be fired. Let Khalsa discover his true identity.

With this thought, Watson stroked the fake beard on his chin and moved his shoulders uncomfortably. He added other padding to his clothes to act as shoulder pads, and even added heightening cushions to the soles of his boots, which made his His figure looked tall and mighty from a distance, and it would be impossible for Khalsa's eyesight to detect his disguise.

The blades in his soul body were all roaring with joy for his cunning sneak attack, but in fact, Watson had no emotional fluctuations in his heart at all, and killing Khalsa did not bring him any special satisfaction.

Perhaps it was because this time he was completely shooting from a long range and did not experience the thrill of close combat, but this was obviously not the main reason. In the final analysis, it was because of the enemy this time, the second-level mystic Khalsa of the Crossroads Order. ——It’s really too weak!

Based on the situation just now, Watson can mentally construct a battle data model of Khalsa. Except for those sexual influences that directly hit the soul but only have significant effects on mortals, the opponent has neither a tenacious fighting consciousness nor efficient attack methods. , even if it was not a long-range sniper shot but a head-on conflict, I was confident that I could kill the opponent within three moves.

The second-level Heart and Cup users have long physical strength and powerful vitality that are far superior to ordinary people. They also have mental attack capabilities that can affect their minds and control their clarity. Perhaps they are already powerful beings that are difficult to resist in the eyes of ordinary mortals.

But in Watson's view, it is nothing more than that. The source of some horrors is just because of the unknown. As his understanding of the hidden world gradually deepens, his contempt for low-level esoteric believers becomes more and more serious. These people who hold the power of secret transmission are The enemy seemed to be physically powerful, but in fact, it was not even comparable to the aberrants Watson had met before. That weak physical body could not even block a mere arrow, let alone a more powerful firearm.

Take Khalsa, who is becoming a feast for the Mothman boy, for example. His long-lasting physical fitness is enough to win any marathon championship in another timeline, and he can even survive a few non-fatal gunshot wounds. Actively moving, but such a esoteric cultist cannot withstand the attack of bullets... Perhaps only the esoteric cultists who wait until the third level can withstand a small amount of bullet erosion, just like William McConaughey at the beginning.

Even if Watson does not have any secret transmission power and does not have the ability to resist sexual influences, he can easily kill any secret cultist below the third level.

He only needs to maintain a range beyond sexual influence with the target, gently pull the trigger, and let the bullet travel through a long distance and shoot along the aimed head, so that he can easily kill the esoteric cultist. .

Watson had a hunch that perhaps with the advancement of the times and the development of science and technology, these esoteric believers who study esoteric transmission can only hide in the dirty shadows of the city like rats crossing the street, risking arrest and engaging in illegal activities. The principles in the heart of the industry, once their true identity is exposed, can only be turned into dust under the violent crushing of state agencies.

But in the current era when the development of thermal weapons has not yet reached its peak, these esoteric cultists still possess power that is difficult for mortals to match. Judging from the performance of William McConaughey, high-level esoteric cultists already have the ability to reach the point of firearms. Attack... I just don't know if the high-level caster esoteric cultists can also reach and withstand the bombardment of anti-equipment weapons.

Watson retracted his thoughts that were gradually wandering. He confirmed through the moth vision that Khalsa had completely lost the breath of life. Then he jumped down the hillside and walked towards the dead forest - no matter how strong the opponent's vitality was, the lower body and After the heart was brutally eaten away, no matter how much energy was stored in the mind, it would be impossible to keep the broken body alive.

During the march, the moth's vision seemed to be able to witness a phantom like smoke floating up from the cold body with its ribs exposed, and the outline of Khalsa's facial features could also be vaguely seen. , is rising into the sky at a seemingly slow but actually extremely fast speed.

Then a muffled thunder suddenly sounded in the sky, and Khalsa's soul disappeared silently under this thunder, just like smoke disappearing and clouds dispersed.

Watson looked at the soulless Khalsa, and there was a trace of solemnity between his brows.

This was not the first esoteric cultist to pass away through his hands, but it was the first time he witnessed the soul of the deceased emerging and then quickly dissipating. He couldn't help but murmur to himself:

"The soul of Khalsa actually appears in the waking world, and then disappears directly between heaven and earth - instead of entering the Mansu and leading to the Pure White Gate - is it because he is a secret cultist?"

"But Elson, the first mystic I slew, died silently devoured by the woodland."

"When the secret cultists such as Little Victor and Little Lion died, their souls were never seen emerging from the corpses. Is it because of the special nature of Khalsa's second-level mind state?"

"The heart is the principle of eternity and continuity. In order to protect the surface of the world, the restless heart beats endlessly - the thunder skin never stops moving, in order to maintain the movement of the world."

"So the soul of Khalsa with the telepathy has been taken away by the Thunder Skin and turned into the fuel to maintain the movement of the world?"

Watson did not sympathize with this 'religionist' who could not stop even to death. At the same time, he had another question in his mind - when I die, which Si Chen will I be robbed of, and what will happen to me? The presence?

The moth inside the skull was fluttering its wings slightly at this time, but it did not reveal any substantive information.

Watson also laughed silently, and he replied in his heart: "Do you mean that I will eventually turn into a woodland moth and exist in the woodland without any worries?"

"Haha, it sounds like a good place to belong."

In the inner dialogue, Watson has arrived at the dry woods. The mothman boy who has eaten and drank enough is currently squatting on the ground, spitting at a puddle of pulpy minced meat at his feet, and gnashing his teeth at the minced meat from time to time. , seems to want to scatter the tooth shavings from the molars into the minced meat, so that the essence of the cup's flesh and blood will further blend with the moth's abandonment characteristics, and evolve into something like a medicine or poison.

Sebastian is busy with his head down, and his obsession after waking up is still engraved in his heart. He knows that after he completes the thing in front of him to save Caroline and Susan, he will be able to let go of his inner thoughts again. part of the burden and gain more freedom!

At this time, he smelled a familiar scent approaching, and when he looked up, he saw a gentleman with an unfamiliar face slowly approaching - no, maybe the skin can be disguised as something else, but the essence of the soul cannot be changed. Those strange faceted eyes, that noble and intimate feeling, and that whispering sound of moth wings - it's Mr. John!

Did it turn out that Mr. John was secretly helping me defeat this hateful but delicious cup man?

But why did he help me kill his companions?

And why can I feel more clearly now that the strange intimacy Mr. John brings to me is so deep, as if I am a close relative connected by blood?

The fire of inspiration in Sebastian's head crackled, and he suddenly had a bold idea.

"Could Mr. John... be my biological brother who has been separated since childhood?!"