Chapter 211 The Fall of Gowell (15)

Chapter 211 The Fall of Gowell (15)

The bodies of the broken zombies and sprouted zombies trembled violently, and the souls of the Mansu creatures residing inside the corpses were also vibrating violently.

The appetite of the cup reminds them of the feast they were lucky enough to participate in in Mansu... But did they really participate in that feast? Why would I, who is not a descendant of the cup, know the sweet taste?

The abandonment of the moth made them feel a strange itching from the bottom of their hearts, as if there had been a gap and conflict between the host skin and the true soul, so that the skin that was supposed to be dead actually had the idea of ​​expelling the illegal residents.

A force of repulsion grew from the rotten skin, and at the same time, the thoughts of returning home arose in the hearts of the two Mansu creatures.

The gray-green plants began to twist their branches and vines crazily, and thick and tough roots drilled out from the eye sockets, mouths, ears, and nostrils of the corpses, like the palms of desperate drowning people reaching for life-saving straws, straight into the gray sky Extend away.

The gray-white bone fragments also slowly fell off, as if this half-dead, glass-like body could no longer hold on. The cracks all over the body began to make crackling sounds, like frozen and stiff, pale, bloodless muscle fragments falling down. .

The souls of the two Mansu creatures seem to be ascending, while the two rotten skins are slowly sinking, and the gap between flesh and spirit has inevitably widened.

Seeing that the souls are about to leave their skins, and they have lost their place of rest, they will also return to the Mansu under the rejection of the waking world... It's not bad, maybe I really should try to taste the feast of the cup, I don't know if I will switch to another place now Is it still too late for the camp?

Boom——

Dong Dong Dong, Dong Dong, Dong——

However, at this moment, a simple and heavy drum sound suddenly sounded. The drum sound was deep and steady, as if the earth was breathing, and the rhythm of breathing contained the ancient rhythm of the wilderness.

This ancient rhythm seems to calm the restless heart, and it seems to wake up the sleeping sky and the departing corpse... It contains the inseparable power of suturing, which is enough to make the body and soul tightly integrated again.

Soothed by the sound of the drum, the two corpses that were about to be expelled back to Mansu gradually stabilized. The rising souls sank into the decaying corpses, the gray-green plants regained their vitality, and the pale bones shone fiercely. Cold light.

Faris, who was vaguely reciting the Gluttony Tantra, struggled to get up from the snow. He had already felt the pulse that was louder and more majestic than the thunder in the sky, but his human instinct still made him He couldn't help but want to use his eyes to perceive that scene.

I saw five strangers with unfamiliar faces walking slowly towards the foot of the mountain. They were marching and retreating in unison. They lined up according to the five directions of southeast, northwest, and middle. They all held leather drums in their hands.

The esoteric cultists in the four directions on the periphery were twisting their bodies while marching, with their legs and feet raised high and their arms swinging. Their eyes were closed and they were shaking their heads. The weird twisting postures revealed a mysterious meaning.

It was a sacrificial dance passed down from ancient times. At that time, coastal people used it to pray to the vast ocean, praying for good weather and a good harvest in the coming year. Whenever a sacrificial dance fell, there would always be a fat prey about to be killed. Dedicate your life, dye the coastal beaches red with blood, and please the gods in the sea.

They were dancing and waving their palms to beat the drums vigorously, but they could not hear any drum sound. Only the small leather drum held high by the woman in the center was vibrating on its own without being struck, emitting the real rhythm that shook the wind and snow.

Faris looked at this familiar scene, his eyebrows deeply frowned, like a twisted scimitar being folded.

'Crossroad Ceremony...the basic ritual of the Sea Twins sect, but it seems to have made some slight changes, downplaying the power of the cup and the moth, and focusing on the beating of the heart. ’

‘This kind of ceremony and this kind of preparation is enough to make the five of them’s telepathic powers superimpose on each other with almost no loss, reaching a false fourth level. ’

‘This kind of power is definitely something I can’t resist now! ’

'but……'

Faris turned back to look at the dilapidated hotel where the flames had been extinguished under the wind and snow. He knew that he could not give in or escape. The master's mind was not yet fully awake, and the young master's power was not yet fully awakened. He must at this moment Continue to buy time for them to resist this group of invading foreigners.

‘Use my flesh, blood, body, and life to become the last line of defense for the Michaelis family! ’

However, even though such heroic heroism arose in Faris's heart, he had already consumed too much power. Even the power of casting that he had just absorbed was completely exhausted, and the body that had temporarily regained its youth began to gradually reveal its true age.

Wrinkles appeared again on the smooth skin, hair as black as steel needles gradually became weak and turned gray, and the strong muscles began to atrophy - no matter how powerful the power of Ren Mi Chuan was, it could never break through the laws of nature. Birth, old age, illness and death were all engraved. The curse in the mortal bloodline, only the ascended ones can break this shackles.

He couldn't help but feel a little tired, the hot blood in his mouth gradually grew colder, and the delicate tip of his tongue was about to lose its strength, no longer brimming with irresistible sweetness and appetite, and even he felt chewy and tasteless.

But the tip of the broken tongue still retains the last trace of cup power, which is enough to awaken the deepest hidden appetite in mortal hearts, and appetite is both desire and power!

Faris swallowed the tip of his tongue suddenly, and an endless fire suddenly seemed to be ignited in his stomach, swallowing up the abandoned self completely. A weak force was squeezed out from his stomach, and a trace of rosy blood seemed to flow on his face.

'But - this is not enough! ’

'Not enough, not enough -'

‘This is not enough! ! ! ’

He suddenly lowered his head and looked at his waist. The organ that had not been used for a long time had actually lost the vitality and function of his youth. However, under the warmth and nourishment of the heart and cup, this thing was still of some use when necessary...such as this time. At this moment, it is the second best choice to sacrifice to the Great Mother in exchange for strength.

Although Faris has now lost one of his palms and dropped the dagger, self-torture does not require any sharp tools for him. He only needs to give this thought to the moth in his skull, and the moth will be happy on its own. Help him end it like crazy!

He closed his eyes tightly as if to strengthen his belief. When he opened his eyes again in an instant, a decisive and fierce madness flashed deep in his eyes!

The moth inside the skull vibrates its scales excitedly, and the splashed scales turn into invisible but sharp scissors, following the blood flow and attacking directly under the subject's body!

There seemed to be a snapping sound coming from the body, and the abnormal bones that were not connected to other bones in the body broke cleanly, and the frozen and atrophic flesh and cartilage fell straight to the trouser legs.

This castration is the abandonment of the moth rather than the cutting of the self. The flesh and blood shed through this method will never grow back... unless he can ascend and reshape a new form.

Faris rolled to his knees and stood up. At the same time, he fished out the flesh and blood of the rhizome that had fallen from his trousers. He resolutely put it into his mouth and swallowed it without chewing, just to feel the complete rhizome stumbling down the dry esophagus. The pain, the pain of burning and severing fertility in the stomach! ! !