Chapter 207 The Fall of Gowell (10)

Chapter 207 The Fall of Gowell (10)

Ruined church in Ilkesmouth town.

The Gothic stained glass windows were completely shattered like the scars of a church. The colorful glittering glass fragments have become the playthings of the children of the town residents. The decorations that were once used to create a sacred and solemn religious atmosphere have also become children's toys. Collectibles in treasure chests.

The strong wind carried the blizzard into the church through the cracked empty windows, and the snow completely submerged the traces of dirt left by the pagans in the middle of the night.

The gray ribbed vault is like a thorn that keeps growing upward, as if one day this spire will grow enough to pierce the sky. By then, believers praying inside the church will also be able to communicate with the great Heavenly Father.

The glory of Heavenly Father will be projected through the traces of sky pierced by the spire, so that the interior of the church will be shrouded in the glory of Heavenly Father, and we devout believers will eventually be led into the supreme place.

However, such an idea is just the wishful thinking of those ignorant believers. The pointed ribbed vault built with stone bricks naturally cannot thrive like a living thing. Instead, it gradually becomes depressed and dilapidated under the ruthless corrosion of time - ever since the heretic Michaelis After the family arrived, the townspeople abandoned this useless belief and false gods, and instead worshiped the tangible benefits, the visible gains.

At this moment, a strange figure was lurking on the highest spire of the church.

He was wearing a hooded cloak that seemed to have been painted with low-quality wall plaster, and the tarpaulin was as pale as gray snow. However, the crazy hurricane roared past, but there was no sound of the cloak fluttering in the wind... But if someone gets close to the spire of the Gothic church, they will find that there are heavy small iron pieces hanging from the hem of the cloak. Unaffected by wind and snow.

Another snowflake fell on the cloak with the wind, accumulating into a thin layer of snow, making this person's disguise even more traceless. If he hadn't gotten close to the bottom of the church and looked up, no one would have been able to spot the spire. The pustule that suddenly arches like snow is actually a hidden sniper - after all, how can anyone squat for a long time on a steeple that is only two palms in size and not move at all?

After Watson fired two shots in a row, he continued to fire in no hurry. He only carried a Whitworth M1857 precision rifle this time. After seeing that two consecutive shots failed to cause obvious and effective damage to the enemy, he Then he relaxed and slowly pulled out the thin iron rod hanging from the bottom of the hexagonal barrel to clean the remaining garbage in the gun, and put in new bullets through front loading.

After completing all this, he continued to aim his gun at the mountainside in the distance. The moth in his skull flapped its wings slightly. The deep green light flashed fleetingly in the depths of his eyes. His vision was blurred by the wind and snow. It suddenly became clear.

Just like the later generations of cameras gradually zoomed out, the scene in Watson's eyes also gradually expanded. The originally blurry scene on the mountainside in the distance was enlarged circle after circle, but the clarity was not lost at all... It symbolizes that Iraq The two villains of Stevan and Faris are also fully visible again.

Watson could even see the layer of charcoal skin burned by the flames on the hotel housekeeper's ferocious face falling off quickly when he swallowed Istvan's fat white consciousness.

After the other party chewed and swallowed the muscles and connective tissue like a big scarlet coconut, the injuries that were already slowly recovering suddenly accelerated as if the accelerator button was turned on... Those pink and tender flesh squirmed crazily among the flesh and blood fibers. The flesh buds twist happily, intertwining with each other and condensing into new skin and flesh, filling the gaps and cracks of the injury.

After this skinny monster absorbed the nutrients of the human-casting body, its skinny body quickly plumped up and became tall and strong, as if it was rejuvenated and returned to its prime.

Even the new thick epidermis, which appeared like green scales in the moth's fantasy vision, began to flow with a metal-like iron-black color, as if the other party had completely swallowed Istvan's cast form and turned the cast form away. The unique tenacity quality blesses oneself.

Watching this scene, Watson frowned slightly and thought in his mind: "Can the cup star really swallow the other party's secret characteristics through eating?"

"Just like when I swallowed Harris, the deformed cup man, and learned the secret of the cup."

"But I actually only mastered the secret transmission of the moth at the beginning. Maybe the method of swallowing is not only unique to the cup phase. Maybe the moth phase also has such an ability, or does it require the combination of the moth phase and the cup phase?"

"I don't know if this is a permanent increase... Maybe I should try to abandon the mind image and pick up the cup image again."

Watson's mind wandered randomly again, but at the same time he did not relax his monitoring of the situation on the cliff. Just when he was thinking about it for a while, the old guy who had been influenced by the crossroads esoteric cultists and tampered with his knowledge ran out again, seeming to lure the rejuvenated hotel housekeeper down the mountain with a trick of suffering. —Due to the angle, Watson was unable to fully interpret distant conversations through lip reading.

But it can be seen from Faris' undisguised expression of contempt that this hotel steward, who has at least the third-level moth and cup appearance, has long seen through the old guy's true situation - even if it is only the second-level Even Watson could see various deformed and virtual features crawling like maggots under the surface of old Ethan's body, and his third-level opponent must be no exception.

Watson then watched Farris slowly walk into the ambush circle of the bewitched mortals, and the other party had already stopped when he was about to enter the best shooting point of the mortals.

Although Farris's big bloody mouth with its deformed fangs protruding ferociously in the moth's vision is weird, it is still a reflection of the real body and still faithfully reflects the changes in the real body.

So Watson was able to interpret the other party's sentences through the slightly opened and closed mouth.

"You all, come together."

Faris said this as he felt the multiple frantic heartbeats in the area ahead.

As soon as old Ethan, who had a playful smile on his face and made a flattering look, heard this sentence, he knew that his disguise had been completely exposed... It seems that this Faris also has the magic to detect enemies!

He did not pretend to be deaf and dumb, pretending not to know, and still maintained a false smile, but his body was already stepping back at a very fast speed, and the spear that was used as a cane was immediately raised, aiming at the strangely rejuvenated head in front of him. The monster resolutely pulled the trigger!

A faint firework ignited inside the dark muzzle, thick black gunpowder smoke spewed out, and the round lead bullets were hidden in the black smoke and roared out, heading straight for Faris's left eye!

Old Ethan shouted: "Do it!!!"

Facing this seemingly sudden but actually controlled shot, Faris did not dodge at all, but turned his head slightly to look at the several refrigerated appetizers that had suddenly risen from the snow.

The bullet fired by the aging and flabby Xiaocai only hit the corner of his left eye, and due to the angle of his head, a deep bloodstain was drawn to the back of his ear. The white bones were clearly visible between the rolled flesh and blood.

But when Old Ethan took two steps back and took out another short gun hidden in his arms, and when he was about to aim at the target, Farris's figure had disappeared.

At this moment, the gunfire of the young man hidden in the snow rang out belatedly, and the sound of gun bullets entering flesh continued, sprinkling blood stains on the snow...but each blood stain was separated by several yards. distance, and traces of blood spatters were quickly approaching them!

The young people who had just emerged from the snow repeatedly pulled the triggers in response to Mr. Ethan's shouts, but when they looked around they saw a shadow as fast as a ghost, resisting the baptism of bullets and flying straight towards them. Come.

The young man at the front couldn't help but swallowed. He hurriedly picked up the other shotgun he had prepared, and tremblingly aimed at the figure that was faster than a fox wolf and sprayed blood one after another. Pull the trigger stiffly.

There was a loud explosion of low-quality black powder, and the barrel of the gun vomited out extremely rich and pungent smoke and rough iron sand. This thick smoke also completely obscured the young man's sight. He listened to the gunshots coming from beside him one after another. Hearing the sound, his panicked mood calmed down a little, and he was about to follow Mr. Ethan's instructions and steadily retreat while shooting to keep the distance and continue to load the gun, and perform alternating non-intermittent shooting.

When he was about to take a step back, he suddenly felt dizzy. When he opened his eyes again, the smoke in front of him had completely dispersed due to the strong wind.

Then the young man who fired the second shot against the Michaelis family saw that ghostly and fast figure, sprinting in front of him without knowing when!

Mr. Farris, who was covered in blood, showed a maniacal smile, and his pale teeth were biting his neck! ! !

The next chapter will be written later.