Chapter 281 Abandonment and Separation

Chapter 281 Abandonment and Separation

The extermination sergeant of the Anti-Suppression Bureau looked through the brown lenses on his visor and tilted his head slightly to peek at the scene in front of the giant shield.

Then I saw the three cultists who were supposed to be planning to call for help or get weapons suddenly started to tremble crazily while running, as if they were stepping on exposed cables while walking.

Under the evil cry of the enemy leader's heart, his slightly swollen body went into indescribable strange spasms.

Then he saw the three cultists yelling like crazy, their hoarse voices mixed with wild howls and terrified wails...

It may be mixed with some sickening and incomprehensible weird syllables, but these forbidden and secret messages are completely unable to penetrate the defense of the noonsteel helmet - the great forging skills are enough to protect our minds from evil influences.

Immediately afterwards, the extermination sergeant caught a glimpse of the ferocious screaming cultists. At some point, a scarlet bloodstain spread from the top of his head to his chin, and his two eyeballs began to bulge out like dead fish eyes. The next moment in the blink of an eye, it exploded with a bang, and turbid white liquid splashed everywhere.

The cultists wailed and screamed the words shielded by Noon Steel, reaching for the top of their heads... They actually peeled off their scalps on both sides!

Then the cultist's exposed head seemed to seep out some dark blood, like thick ink dyeing the head, and quickly solidified into a special hard shell, as if wearing a greasy hood, and it was faintly reflecting light, as if it were an insect. Keratinized carapace.

The dark blood on the face of one of the male cultists flowed and converged towards his forehead, and finally there was a strange-shaped horn that looked like a crescent shovel.

The dark blood on the face of one of the female cultists was thick and stagnant and seemed to be dripping, but the sticky blood that would not fall still condensed into thin tentacles.

The dark blood on the face of another male cultist protruded from his mouth, forming a jagged mouthpart that clicked like iron pliers.

In the blink of an eye three times, the three cultists were completely unrecognizable. Their heads turned into something like humans and insects. Even the almost peeling scalp was still connected to the back of the head. At this moment, it was even more active without wind, as if it were an insect. The thin wings were beating slowly... It was almost like some kind of human-face-shaped insect with black carapace and pale skin. After devouring the heads of the three people, it took over the out-of-control bodies.

The eyebrows hidden under the helmet of the sergeant of the Anti-Suppression Bureau suddenly folded, and he thought in his heart:

"These three cultists suddenly showed such ferocious looks. This is no longer a characteristic of ordinary cultists."

"Only those cultists whose minds and bodies are corroded by taboo knowledge can show such a weird image that is highly integrated with taboo sex."

“Through the high degree of integration of the spiritual phase and the flesh and blood body, the power of possibility that originally existed only in dreams and imagination can be more intuitively and clearly presented in the waking world of objective matter - the mutated body is like a mystical meaning The leverage is enough to push the power of various standards to a more destructive level."

"But this is a special ability that only high-level cultists may possess... At least, only cultists who have passed the third gate of the hidden evil god's residence can master such power."

"This absolutely cannot be the power of these three low-level cultists themselves! Even the highest-level seventh-level cultists cannot promote the fusion of other people's spirits and bodies so easily..."

"Then there is only one possibility left...that is, these three cultists could no longer restrain the taboo desires exploding in their hearts and fell into the abyss of madness. The taboo power in their bodies was completely out of control and began to corrode their reason and body. That is, ...has fallen into an irreversible process of distortion!"

The extermination sergeant of the Anti-Suppression Bureau slightly raised his head and looked behind the shield. His gaze seemed to be able to penetrate the hard and pure noon steel, and follow the turbulent and vicious tide of heterochromatic light downstream, and the sudden bulges on the evil emerald tree. The faces face each other.

"The target of this extermination operation, Winfres Morgan... can you actually do this? Just rely on words to induce cultists who already have a certain resistance to taboos to fall into distortion."

"It's just that the first time we met, we directly abandoned the subordinates who had worked so hard to cultivate, causing them to fall into deformation and reduce them to ignorant combat power... Such a cold-blooded and decisive character, such a crisp and quick action... It is truly heart-rending. The leader of the cult!”

The extermination sergeant of the Anti-Suppression Bureau knew deeply that he had to cooperate with the commander to arrest all the cultists in front of him today, whether it was to complete his job responsibilities or to protect the safety of the city and protect his wife and children from threats. ...Power must be under the control of order, not in the hands of the inhumane cult leader in front of us!

He quietly waved tactical gestures to cover me behind his back, slumped his shoulders and knees, secretly accumulating strength, and was about to suddenly rise up and launch a counterattack!

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From the perspective of Winfreth, whose consciousness sank into the emerald tree - although the face protruding from the tree was shining with heterochromatic light, this did not affect the normal use of his 'vision' at all.

The swollen face of Winfres on the emerald tree is still radiating mottled and vicious light, but this does not prevent him from observing the underground headquarters that he has excavated and maintained to this day.

Therefore, because of the height of the emerald tree's face and the unusually sharp vision given by the lamp, Winfreth was able to more clearly observe the abnormalities of his followers.

Looking from his angle, he could see that the three believers who were supposed to go to the supply room to collect weapons suddenly stopped running fast, as if they had encountered some kind of spiritual influence that corroded their minds, and even trembled in fear, as if they were looking forward to Saw something extremely scary.

Then he saw that 0.8 seconds later, the hair on the head of the trembling cultist was like the autumn harvest crops being cut by a sharp sickle. The roots broke and fell, like the leaves of a dead tree falling to the ground.

A vertical scarlet crack opened strangely on the exposed scalp. The bloody crack extended from the top of the head to the cultist's chin, like a scar cut by a sharp blade or the cracking of a fruit lesion.

Then 0.4 seconds later, broken muscle fibers protruded wildly from inside the crack, like flesh and blood grass that broke through the earth's defense and replaced the original hair, dancing crazily, as if there were countless slender fibers. The little scarlet hand is struggling to break out!

These muscle fiber arms united to exert force on both sides of the crack above the head, actually opening the crack further!

The believers who had encountered the influence of the unknown source could not help but raise their hands to scratch the cracks on their heads, as if they could not bear the strange itching of the separation of the skin and flesh of the skull, and could not help but want to remove the excess scalp once and for all.

And the bare scalp was actually torn off by them, exposing the scarlet head with squirming flesh and blood inside!

The red and white naked head was completely exposed, and among the blood flowing, some dark tentacles could be seen squirming and piercing out from the gaps in the scarlet muscle fibers, like countless oily black and greasy young snakes drilling out of the giant eggs of the head. As soon as it wakes up from its ten thousand-year slumber, it immediately greedily eats the egg shell of the head - the scarlet flesh and pale bones.

It only took less than two seconds for the dark tentacles to completely eat away the flesh and blood on the face. After eating and drinking enough, they became unusually swollen, like fat, fat, flat pythons, lying on their backs. On the pale skeletal earth, it transformed into a new and ancient horny carapace.

At this point, the dark, greasy snakes that were supposed to be piercing out from deeper inside the bones of the cultists refused to stop. The next step they started to eat was the pale bones where they lived!

Every time the old part is eaten away, a new part is spit out. The new and ancient broken bones are tightly and seamlessly bonded together, condensing into a series of ferocious bone spurs, sharp fangs, and crazy bones. Dancing tentacles.

Until four point nine seconds later, the faces of these three believers had completely transformed into nymph-like appearances!

The leather-covered wings extending from the back of the head were vibrating slowly and rapidly, and a strange flapping sound echoed in the underground hall... It was as if the heads of these three believers had already been lodged with the eggs of some kind of zerg. , only now did it finally break out of the cocoon and occupy the host's head as a nest!

There is a more precise word that can be used to describe this phenomenon, which is also a word that makes many esoteric believers in the hidden world change their expressions upon hearing it.

"distortion……"

Winfres murmured in his heart, and his eyes began to look strangely vigilant when looking at the soldiers of the Anti-Suppression Bureau.

"Distortion... The Anti-Suppression Bureau has actually mastered the technology that can cause distortions in secret transmitters!"

"And such a terrifying technique was only performed by the group of mortals in front of me?!"

"When exactly did they take action? Why were only three believers out of control and deformed... Could it be that the deformation technology mastered by the Anti-Suppression Bureau has not yet matured and cannot ensure 100% of the deformation of the dense transmitters?"

"But even if the success rate is extremely low, this silent distortion technology is already extremely terrifying... If they suddenly use this distortion technology on a high-level secret messenger, wouldn't they create a head that can subvert the entire world? A terrifying monster from the hidden world!"

"Even if this technology cannot completely corrode the thinking of high-level secret transmitters, even if it only slightly affects the mind of the recipient, it is extremely terrifying..."

"Reason is the only weapon for secret disciples to fight against forbidden knowledge. If even mortals can silently influence the thinking of secret disciples... then the advantages of secret disciples will drop sharply!"

"The chasm between demigods and mortals has been bridged, and mortals have weapons that can truly counter demigods."

"If this continues, no more scholars will be willing to risk losing control of their sanity and continue to study invisible arts with extremely low benefits... No one will be willing to delve into the truth of history, and no one will be willing to Revealing hidden secrets.”

"Human beings will be blinded by ignorance and unknown from beginning to end, paralyzing their souls with history that they think is correct... They can't even look directly at the fact of Si Chen's existence. How can such human beings truly control their own destiny and completely get rid of Si Chen? What about Chen’s influence?”

"Anti-Suppression Bureau... you think you have mastered the weapons to defeat the enemy, but in fact you have opened a real Pandora's box!"

The swollen middle-aged face of the emerald tree seemed to sigh slightly, but there was a cold and ruthless color flashing deep in the pupils that were emitting a different color of turbid light.

Anti-Suppression Bureau...you must die!

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But even Winfres didn't notice that due to the rupture of the emerald tree, his perception of the various rooms of the order had been miserably obscured.

In other rooms deeper in the underground headquarters, the Crossroads esoteric cultists who were surprised by the sudden explosion raised their heads and looked in the direction of the Emerald Tree Hall. However, in the next second, some of them also began to tremble violently, and their foreheads cracked scarlet red. From the gap, grass of flesh and blood danced wildly out!

In just a few seconds, their heads were deformed like ferocious insect heads. They laughed maniacally and pounced on the horrified church members beside them. Their deformed and sharp fangs pierced into the delicate blood vessels, sucking and devouring the fragrance containing power wantonly!

Hee hee, Bai, eh, that's wrong, you should be respectfully called Brother Black Moth now!

Brother Black Moth is really awesome. How long has it passed before he held a new party, and it was such a big party!

Hehe, this time it’s finally my turn to taste the fresh cup of man! ! !

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And a certain instigator is currently hiding in the newly built ritual chamber.

In order to activate the moth blood latent in the veins of the Crossroads Mystics, induce them to violently abandon their old forms and awaken the ancient monsters that reside within them.

Watson must also pay a corresponding price for giving up.

But it is not so much the price of the transaction as a sacrifice to the Moth Code - how can a mere mortal be worthy of negotiating with a hidden god? !

Mortals who dedicate themselves to hope can ask Si Chen to give him a glimmer of grace. However, what he prays for may be good or bad... unless the moth has touched this person and is willing to bless this person.

Watson's skin has also peeled off involuntarily, and the thick, pale, bloodless skin peeled off like a roll.

It was as if the wild winged god stretched out its invisible claws and circled the skin of his neck open. The tough skin that could withstand the blows of ordinary weapons was completely unable to withstand the touch of the wild winged god. If you touch it, it will fall off in a curled shape as if it were automatically flattered.

However, the cross-section of the skin is extremely smooth. Even if you take a magnifying glass and look carefully, you can't see any roughness in the incision. Even if you look at it with a microscope, you can't see even a single cell that was broken by the cut, just like the neck. The skin below the incision line is voluntarily separated from the skin above the incision line, and is actively rolled and peeled off to the waist.

The flesh and blood of the torso was completely exposed, and every bright red muscle fiber was trembling eagerly, as if it couldn't wait to leave the body.

Watson was even more uncontrollable and retched. After coughing seven times in a row, he actually vomited out a small ball of squirming flesh.

It was a slender blind tube-like organ of about two feet. Even if it escaped from its original owner and fell to the wet ground, it was still wriggling wildly, like an earthworm in the mud on a rainy day.

When he gave up his flesh and blood this time, it was no longer as pretentious as a child's play house like when he gave up his hair and skin before, but a true and absolute abandonment!

The mass of flesh and blood spit out by Watson has been completely separated from him conceptually, and no matter how much vitality is gained later, it cannot be restored and repaired.

When this small piece of blind tube-like organ flesh and blood leaves his body, it has actually turned into a truly independent individual. It is no longer a part of Watson, no longer under Watson's control... but completely The land became independent, just like the rebels who broke out during the revolution!

The rebels who escaped may even turn back and attack their former masters!