Chapter 230 Another possibility
Melanie stands in the center of the crossroad array, and to her east, west, south and north are four church members walking in ancient dance steps.
Because of the differences in the individual desires of the church members, the mental power that converged on her also appeared to be somewhat patchy and mixed.
The never-ending beating of the heart is mixed with the opening of the sky, the appetite of the cup, the chaos of the moth, and the silence of winter.
Melanie felt the vast magic power gathered in the skin and bone drum in her hand, and she couldn't help but think:
"If the five people who form the crossroad array are all esoteric believers with the heart, cup, and moth...perhaps under the protection of the twins of the sea, the power of the five arrayers can truly be connected together to achieve A genuine fourth level, right?”
"But even if we can really gather five devout twin believers...the fourth level they have reached through the ritual connection is just a temporary accumulation of hypocritical power."
"Once the ceremony is over, this false power will disappear."
Melanie thought so, she seemed to despise the power obtained through the ritual, but as the magic power accumulated inside the skin and bone drum became larger and more powerful, even the tough leather drum head swelled up as if inflated. .
This lantern person, who was supposed to be cold and ruthless, savored the powerful power contained in the small drum in her palms. The weak but not negligible tremor was transmitted to her palms through the slender silver-black leg bone drum handle.
Melanie was surprised by the power of the power in her palms. She felt that what she was holding high was not the leg bones of a pure and flawless girl, but the restless blood vessels of the vast earth... The irresistible arousal rhythm seemed to be Her calm state of mind was completely overturned.
Melanie could no longer grasp the power in the drum. She knew that if she had to release the full psychic power in the drum in time!
If he continues to accumulate strength, not only this centuries-old Dharma drum will burst into pieces under such surging mental power.
Even they who form a crossroad array will encounter the backlash of this chaotic psychic power, and will be lost in the eternal movement until their strength fails and their heart bursts.
Melanie recited the broken awakening spell taught by the leader before setting off, waving the snare drum and hitting it towards the sky. The ripple-like rhythm of her heart also appeared in the air, shaking off the strong wind and shaking the snow, straight towards the deep black sky. The heavy clouds swept away.
It is not so much that Tian Tian cannot refuse such inspiring words, but rather that Tian Tian cannot disobey the orders of Si Chen, the Great Heart, cannot refuse mortals' requests for power, and cannot turn a blind eye to the sufficient amount of mental power.
So the sky was forced to respond with a roaring roar, and terrifying electric snakes shuttled through the thick sea of ink clouds, as if Zeus, the father of the gods, was also waving the thunder forged by the hundred-armed giant in the clouds.
When the telepathic power in the skin and bone drum was vented out in awakening words, Melanie seemed to have regained consciousness. She looked at the violent electric snake swimming proudly among the thick black clouds, and listened to the dull sound that resounded in the sky. Thunder... She couldn't help but tremble and tremble under the power of this world.
Although it is only a hypocritical fourth-level telepathic power, the thunder it triggers is so violent and fiery... How can a mortal be able to withstand such a powerful force? !
She watched helplessly as the blazing white thunder descended and struck directly at the top floor of the Cowell Hotel where the afterglow was lingering.
Thanks to the gift of the secret transmission of the lamp, Melanie's eyes can withstand the strong light that mortals cannot withstand. Therefore, when other church members unconsciously narrowed their eyes under the close-range explosion of thunder, she still widened her eyes. He closed his eyes, unwilling to miss this rare opportunity to look directly at the thunder.
Her original intention was just to keep Tianlei's shining rules deep in her heart, hoping that this would help her further understand the secret transmission of the heart.
However, it was precisely because of this that when the blazing white thunder struck down that seemed to tear the sky apart - Melanie saw a scene that surprised her.
I saw the violent lightning spear tearing apart the gray dome of the Cowell Hotel, exposing the white rooms inside. The thunder summoned by the mind's magic power still refused to stop, and continued to move towards the The weak heartbeat beats away!
But even this violent thunder, which contained the terrifying power of the sky and seemed to be able to tear everything apart, struck the white-haired, rickety figure from top to bottom, but it could only stop just above the opponent's head!
The violent thunder and lightning were all intercepted by the broken crutch raised by old Michaelis!
The old crutch, which was originally the color of rotten wood, danced with the electric light that refused to stop. The layers of sawdust camouflage were gradually peeled off under the entanglement of the winding electric snake, revealing the real carving material-engraved with fine and mysterious symbols. Wen's human thigh bone still retains its fresh-cut snow-white glory.
The thigh bone, which was as pure as white jade, was gradually blackened and broken by the licks of the blazing white electric snake, turning into a puddle of burnt powder.
The moment the burnt black bone powder fell, two strong rays of light burst out, like two sharp and slender sword blades cutting through the wind and snow, heading straight towards Melanie and other church members. Even the sprouted zombies and broken zombies were trembling under the influence of the light that condensed into substance, but under the constraints of the summoning ritual, they had to stand in front of the secret cultists of the Crossroads Order and act as human shields. Responsibilities.
But even if the struggling and twisting gray-green plants and the constantly fragmented and fragmented bodies could temporarily resist this terrifying sword of light at the cost of sacrifice, they could not prevent the influence of the moth that was enough to shake the soul from resounding throughout the world. Inside everyone's heads.
Melanie felt the hateful whispers resounding in her head. She immediately beat the drum with her palms, bursting out a slow and methodical drumming sound, converting the telepathic power passed by the church members into a temporary Defense ritual, hoping that this can weaken the influence of the terrifying moth phase of the light that hits the skull.
Bang bang bang——
Several gunshots rang out, Melanie turned around and saw that although Brother John was covering his head in pain under the vibration of the moth, he still insisted on raising his short gun and pointed at Gowell in the distance. The hotel pulled the trigger one after another.
Although she could not observe the trajectory of the bullet, judging from the two strong rays of light that rippled for a moment after the gunshot sounded, it was obvious that Brother John's shooting had achieved remarkable results and successfully interfered with The monstrous Cowell Innkeeper.
Even though Melanie saw the truly terrifying strength of the deeply hidden old Michaelis, she did not appear panicked at all - she had calmed down in the moment of shock and began to recite rational poems silently in her heart, for the sake of what was inside her head. The lamp adds fuel and fuel to the fire, allowing the radiance of reason to shine vigorously.
In just a short moment, she had already calculated the best plan to respond to the enemy, and immediately conveyed it through walking words:
"John, you immediately retreat behind us, use the two corpses and us as a cover, and conduct disruptive shooting from behind to interrupt the target's attack!"
"Four church members, immediately inject the last tube of vitality liquid to maintain the continuous beating of the heart, continue to transmit the new power of the heart to me, and consolidate the fortress of the protective ritual!"
"Then, we need to retreat temporarily. The old Michaelis in front has obviously reached a level above the fourth level, and may also have the fourth-level lamp phase and moth phase... These are two contradictory and opposing principles, two ways The mutually exclusive forces of secret transmission are fighting fiercely in his body at this moment."
"But even so, he is not a powerful enemy that we can fight against!"
"Our mission here is bound to fail...but failure is not terrible. Our current priority is to survive the wrath of the target and retain the vitality of the cult."
"As long as we are alive, even if this mission fails, at least we can still have useful bodies left behind to continue fighting and working hard for the Order, and continue to do our part to fulfill the grand ideal shared by Mr. Winfrey and us! "
While Melanie maintained an excellent calmness, she was also trying her best to search for the knowledge in her mind and try her best to organize inspiring sentences so that the morale of the expedition team would not drop too much.
However, even though all the church members cooperated with her orders, the weakest church member, John, had already tried his best to interfere with the target's advance...but he still could not stop the one who had fallen into a moth-like hunger. The old monster rushed in front of the Crossroads Order.
The old monster easily tore apart the two corpses that were blocking the way, and withstood Qi Xiang's force of opening the hole. Even the chest was completely exposed, and the pulsating bloody organs were clearly visible through the gaps in the ribs.
The Moth Man knelt down on the ground crying and laughing, seemingly giving up resistance, letting the skinny ghost claws smash his skull into pieces, fish out the fresh and hot fat white fat, and put it into the withered and cracked flesh. In the mouth.
The man in the cup was cut off at the waist but still struggling to crawl. The mellow and bright red wine covered the snow, but the sweetest and most delicious parts had been forcibly uprooted.
Until the moment when the real end came, the winter man did not utter a cry or scream, and still greeted the passing of life with a quiet attitude.
And Brother John, whose mind was so strong that even Melanie was moved, roared with excitement, wielding a sharp straight blade containing the third-order blade phase and rushed forward to deal with the old monster, relying on the sharpness of the blade phase amplification. His five senses actually allowed him to delay for a certain period of time...but in the end, his left eye was dug out by the monster's claw.
Melanie, who was escaping under the active or passive cover of the church members, heard the message brought by the wind and snow. It was the target's disgusted curse after chewing the blade eyeball, "Bah, it's rusty. The metallic taste is really unpleasant!”
——The target seems to be temporarily letting Brother John go because he has a bad taste in swordsmanship?
——Then the other party’s next target will be me? ! !
The moment Melanie was thinking, she heard the sound of howling wind coming from behind. Perhaps it was the inspiration given by the lamp in her skull. She immediately rolled forward and fell to the ground, avoiding the terrible claw attack.
"Oh that's interesting! Can this all be avoided by coincidence?!"
There was a mocking smile on the wrinkled face of the old monster, which was covered with blood and minced meat. It was like teasing a cunning old cat that had retreated to the corner and had no way to escape, licking its sharp cat claws.
Melanie pretended to be frightened, stumbling and crawling on the snow. The next moment, she took out the revolver from her arms, pulled the trigger at the slowly approaching predator, and fired the bullet in the chamber. All the bullets poured out!
Although she is the most unskilled lantern practitioner in frontal combat, she has been working hard to make up for this shortcoming in the past, so she worked hard to practice her marksmanship, and finally showed results at this moment!
The bullet chamber rotated, the gun flames spewed out, and the six bright yellow bullets were all embedded into the ugly old head. The abominable soul buzzing among the blood spattering resounded in Melanie's mind again.
In her dazed state, she seemed to see the rickety figure walking towards her, twisting and mutating like a ferocious monster. The strange claws with dense pustular scales were already pointing towards the light inside her skull. After grabbing it, a terrifying and deformed sharp mouth seemed to emerge from the palm of the ghost's hand. The rugged and staggered fangs protruded from the palm, vowing to swallow up this delicious intracranial glow!
"Am I going to die?"
Such desperate thoughts arose in Melanie's heart. She suddenly felt extremely tired and exhausted, and the light of reason seemed to have burned to the end.
There was a strange and irresistible hum in her skull, as if tiny moths had penetrated into her head, gnawing at the fat and white lipids while dancing happily, causing the thin skull to vibrate. Sound.
Everything in front of me seemed to become more and more blurry, and the deformed figure had ripples like ripples. It was not until the snowflakes fell into my eyes that the beautiful hexagonal shape inside was clearly visible... What a beautiful flower, what a beautiful flower. The world, I still have so many wishes that have not been realized, and there are still so many poor compatriots who have not been released... I have not yet seen with my own eyes the beautiful world promised by Mr. Winfrey.
"I...I don't want to die yet!!!"
Melanie looked up to the sky and roared unyieldingly.
The goddess of destiny seemed to have heard her cry and request, and gently plucked the thin threads of the loom of destiny, attracting a guest who had escaped the shackles of life, old age, illness and death to arrive in time.
The gray flying snow suddenly became sharp, and the cold wind seemed to contain solemn killing intent. The crystallized hexagonal snow flakes swayed left and right in the strong wind, but suddenly they merged together and condensed into a thick and sharp ice cone falling from the sky!
The ice pick directly pierced the old monster's head. Before he could burst out with a heart-rending scream, countless sharp ice picks continued to fall, like a rain of arrows shot from the frosty sky, freezing the stiff old rice. Callis doused and stabbed through.
The aging mothman was directly nailed to the snow by countless ice picks. Even if he struggled constantly, he could not escape the fate of thousands of ice picks passing through his body, until the rain of ice picks beat him into a pile of crushed meat.
And the ice-cold man who was the initiator of all this stood in front of the unconscious Melanie and said softly:
"Winfreth Morgan—come to me."
Melanie's cloudy eyes suddenly became clear. She suddenly raised her head and shouted: "Wait a minute, are you Mr. J·C——"
However, all that was left in front of her was the noisy wind and snow, and the white-painted glass box.
………………
Watson slowly retracted the moth's tentacles and released his palm from Melanie's forehead.
"Enjoy this false dream."