Chapter 283 The Party Begins

Chapter 283 The Party Begins

The Crossroads Mystic finally fell down with his heart broken, but even if the gray of death had completely stained his eyes, he was never willing to rest in peace.

Like eyes suffering from cataracts, even after death, they are still staring at the back figure wearing a blood-colored sleeveless vest.

Blood continued to seep out from between the scarlet texture, but before it could completely drip to the ground, it flowed back strangely like a waterfall flowing against gravity.

Each drop of blood is like an active and hard-working worker ant. After completing today's work mission, it and its fellow ants pick up the harvest skin and return to the flesh and blood nest... The exposed scarlet texture is once again covered with tough and thick texture. On the skin, the crying of blood and tears finally stopped.

If this Crossroads esoteric cultist could still think, he would have shouted out in surprise: "Impossible! This is absolutely impossible!!!"

"Why is it that giving up the cost of skin peeling is like playing house to you? Why do the blood and skin that should have faded away return enthusiastically and proactively... almost as intimate as a couple who broke up and reconciled? !! !”

"Fucking John Watson...what kind of monster are you?!"

But it is a pity that for this telepathic esoteric cultist who unfortunately broke in, not only the flesh-and-blood heart symbolizing the reflection of the telepathic soul has shrunk and dried up like sand, but even the light in the skull, which is slightly better than that of a mortal, has been completely extinguished.

Even under the call of the Endless Drum, his dead soul will involuntarily escape to Mansu to participate in the endless dance.

But at that time, his soul had been severely fragmented, the soul rhythm that symbolized vitality and enthusiasm had disappeared, the soul consciousness of insight was completely annihilated, and even the soul memories that the deceased could retain were incomplete - before death The dark fear he faced directly made even his soul unwilling to recall it, and the silt of abandonment and forgetfulness had completely polluted his memories.

Even if there are truth seekers who try to resurrect this corpse into a silent dead, they will only be able to obtain a stupid corpse with low intelligence and no information about the deceased at all.

Even if there are followers who are willing to swallow the remains of this corpse, they can only recall a dark shadow, and there will be a weird and horrifying clicking sound in their minds unconsciously, as if there are temptations echoing in their ears. The forgotten whispers.

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But at this moment, the health of the living body is completely extinguished, and this is not the only Crossroad Mystic who has the souls of the dead transferred to Mansu.

In the intricate rooms deep underground in the hospital, the Crossroads esoteric cultists who were deceived into drinking the blood of moths trembled violently, then burst out with a desperate and unwilling cry, their oval skulls collapsed, and their flat cheekbones Protruding, flat human teeth are crushed by deformed and protruding fangs.

The light in the skulls of these esoteric cultists was completely dimmed into thick black creeping shadows, and their heads were immediately distorted and twisted into ugly nymph heads. The ancient monsters in their bodies erupted directly the moment they truly woke up. Crazy, piercing laughter.

Then he directly turned his head to attack the frightened colleague next to him, or the two curved fangs protruding upward from the lower jaw directly pierced the colleague's eye sockets, or the scissor-like mouthparts protruding from both sides of the chewing muscles bit the colleague's forehead. bone, or directly straighten the curled mouth tube, like a sharp and sharp needle inserted into the forehead of the colleague.

Drink brains and blood, swallow knowledge and power.

Sure enough... just as the last batch of returning moths said, although the taste of the secret messengers in the waking world is far less pure and mellow than the ones in the forest, it is mixed with all kinds of rich flavors. Complex thoughts.

But it is precisely because of the messy and impure thinking of mortals that their tastes seem to be rich and rich as if some kind of mottled flavoring has been added.

If we were to explain it in human terms, it would probably be like the addition of salt, sugar, or spices.

This hot, turbid brain and blood was poured into the mouths of the deformed monsters without wasting a drop. Before the semi-solidified fluid flowed into the esophagus through the throat, the knowledge and power contained in it had been completely devoured by them, and the vitality of the heart Resonance flows through the skull.

Some of the ancient monsters who were lucky enough to devour their little sisters began to secretly use the stolen secret techniques of enlightenment. They put their palms against the heart of the food, violently exhaled the false moth-like power, and the skin in front of their palms trembled. It disintegrated inch by inch, and the flesh and blood grass retreated one after another as if they were hit by a strong wind, directly exposing the weak and beating heart inside.

The human heart is the reflection of the waking world.

If you want to devour the knowledge and power of the secret transmitter of the heart without any waste, how can you miss this feast of endless beating heart?

These monsters that existed in ancient times each used other secret techniques that they had stolen over the years. While drinking the mottled milk-red wine, they were also able to swallow the trembling heart.

Vibrant and surging power flowed into this temporary shelter along with blood and flesh, and the frail body seemed to expand rapidly as a result.

But what’s the point of just converting the power of the mind into a strong body? This body is just a temporary player in this party. Rather than consuming its power on the living body, it would be better to use it for more interesting gameplay!

The minds of this group of deformed nymph mystics seem to have been replaced by some kind of ancient and wild monsters. They once danced in the forest and preyed on the skin of shadows in the forest... When it comes to the secret skills of the Heart Sichen, they are no better than Those idiots who only know how to beat their chests know very little!

Other esoteric cultists who woke up nearby also immediately chanted the syllables and words of the spell, summoning the magical influence of hearts, cups, or moths to directly attack the church members who had suddenly become deformed for unknown reasons.

The trembling breath is originally a light and comfortable psychological influence, but when it is switched to the direction of attack, it will cause the subject's neurons to discharge abnormally, the muscles all over the body will spasm and twitch like electric shocks, and the limbs will swing wildly like dancing. ...The church members of the deformed nymphs are indeed dancing like crazy lunatics under the bombardment of continuous psychic influences.

But even though they made such violent movements, they did not let go of the sharp teeth and fangs in their mouths, and still bit the head of another innocent colleague tightly.

The cup-shaped appetite increased their hunger and thirst, and their multi-faceted eyes began to look left and right in search of the next dish.

As for the buzzing in the head that had high hopes, it had no effect on this group of monsters that looked like moth-like aberrations. Listening to the increasingly chaotic and strange noises in their heads, they roared with joy and made people mad!

The head in the mouth has been drunk, and the excess telepathic power is used by the monsters to exert telepathic influence... The telepathic influence obtained in exchange for the life of the entire second-level secret messenger is far more powerful than the crossroad esotericists present. That stingy mana-driven mental influence!

The weird roaring sound of clicking was mixed with an irresistible resonance emotion. When this sharp and harsh sound fell into the cochlea, even the cranium vibrated with crazy whispers, and the heart could not help but beat eagerly, and the crazy resonance was already along the way. The blood seeps into every inch of the body.

Everything was just as planned by Brother Black Moth. At this moment, the nineteen ancient monsters erupted in unison with vibrations that directly hit the soul. The weird clicking sound rode on the telepathic mana that had just been swallowed, and was quickly transmitted to the enemy with unprecedented efficiency. Every room in the underground headquarters of the Order of the Cross.

Even because of their unison speech rhythm, and their uneven but highly consistent rhythm, these weird roars are actually formed into some wild and ancient ritual array, and the resonant emotions in the roars are linked together in an unimaginable way. , combined with each other, blessing each other and spreading.

This crazy whisper that took the lives of nineteen second-level hearts to burst out contains the unique resonance rhythm of the heart.

In the world of telepathic perception of the Crossroads believers, nineteen ripples suddenly appeared in the surrounding environment. The ripples were intertwined with each other, and they were superimposed like layers of waves. The power and temptation in them were instantaneous. Anyone who reaches the second level will definitely be lost, and even the third level person will find it difficult to resist the terrifying level of madness!

The Crossroad Mystics who were waiting in each room heard the continuous strange-frequency roars, and their bodies suddenly trembled violently uncontrollably.

The expression on his face was even more uncertain, sometimes laughing loudly, sometimes crying loudly, and sometimes talking nonsense.

Although the blood of moths drank at night did not obtain sufficient power, it was unable to summon the appropriate intracranial moths to cause other esoteric cultists to abandon their old forms.

But before the restless moth blood disappeared completely, it tried its best to quietly bury irrational thoughts into the hearts of the Crossroad Mystics.

Reason seemed to be far away from them at this moment, and the heterogeneous restlessness captured them. Absolute freedom arose in their hearts, and they just acted as they pleased without any scruples. All the secret aspects inside the soul body were vibrating wildly amidst the roar of the monster. !

The weird roar seemed to trigger a terrible chain reaction, and the subject's heart also fell into uncontrollable excitement and fanaticism. The long-established mana could not help but pour out, and the heterogeneous resonance of hunger and thirst rippled in the underground cave of the hospital. Everyone There are restless intentions in my heart... Why did they suddenly launch an influence to attack me? Could it be that they, like that monster, have lost control of their minds and are about to become deformed?

no! According to Mr. Winfrey's teachings, we can do whatever it takes to protect the Order!

Since these colleagues are very likely to be at risk of being deformed at this moment...then I must take action before they are completely deformed, and strangle them in the cradle before they are completely deformed! ! !

At this moment, under the strange roars of the monsters, the heterogeneous and restless minds of the esoteric cultists were fully activated... They had lost their normal logical thinking ability, and they began to exert sexual influence on everything in sight unscrupulously.

The movement of the heart, the thirst of the cup, the madness of the moth, the destruction of the cast, the struggle of the blade, the opening of the hole, the indifference of the lamp...

Colorful sexual influences burst out, filling every inch of the intricate cave. Even the cold air seemed to have become thick and thick because of being infected with too many resonances, too many emotions, and too much power. .

When the green glow of the emerald roots and the dim yellow light of the hanging oil lamp are reflected into the air filled with all kinds of colorful magic, it is like stepping into a clear swamp. The green and dim colors are intertwined in the dense air. There were ripples... This underground cave, which was already crazy, seemed to be painted with mottled and gorgeous colors.

"Fake, Chris, you actually launch a cup phase influence here to attack me?! How dare you provoke my cup phase desire in front of so many people??? You are so fucking... you really deserve it!!!"

A pair of esoteric cultists in a slaughterhouse who had a close relationship and were not accepted by the world looked at each other tenderly and put down their butcher knives in a tacit understanding.

Then they actually started fighting in the bloody and dirty venue, completely ignoring the desperate look of the gang members who were being disemboweled on the steel chopping board.

"Hahaha, so this is the taste of Winnie! I have long imagined that the flesh and blood of a young girl who studies the secret of the heart must be particularly tender and fragrant... It is really as expected! This taste and texture are just as I imagined! No! It is even better than I imagined before... Come on Winnie, you can taste my taste too!"

A middle-aged man with a loyal and honest face chewed the bright red steak in big mouthfuls. At the same time, he was willing to share and did not forget to take out his long-collected treasure and gave it to the dull-eyed girl to taste together. When the root of the cup hit the silver teeth, his spine trembled slightly with excitement.

"Ah! I have been waiting for this day and this moment for a long time!!!"

The man with a fanatical look danced and jumped happily, holding a bundle of bloody hair in his hands, "Hahaha, Eunice's beautiful hair like gold is just as I thought, so soft and shiny... If I use this bundle of hair to wrap my good brother, and then move it back and forth... Hahaha, just thinking about it, I am so excited that I can't stand up straight!!!"

The secret believer who held up the gorgeous hair did not stay happy for too long. He just found a quiet and secluded dark corner and was about to take off his belt to do something that ordinary people could not understand with the bloody hair.

A silent figure suddenly jumped out from the shadow next door, with his palms clasped together and his middle and index fingers raised like thin daggers, flew up and pierced directly into the secret gate of the hair-obsessed person, and then twisted 720 degrees, as if opening the lock of the door.

"Haha, I've opened another door!" The attacker smiled and retracted his fingers that were stained with blood and dirt. He felt that his fingers were becoming more and more distorted under the feedback of the Principle of Enlightenment. His gray fingernails turned into precise mechanical shapes, and the flesh on his fingers showed jagged undulations. In a trance, he seemed to see his knuckles shining with brass. Under the shining copper light, the shape of his slender fingers became more and more like a special key. A universal key that can open all the doors in the world! "Great, this time I'm going to try to open the closed door of my heart directly... As long as I can open the doors of other people's hearts, I'm sure the lovely Krovette will not refuse my kindness." "Hehehe, then I can use my key finger to open the dimples on Krovette's cheerful face..." ……………… There are many similar situations, and the ancient monsters who evoked all this looked at each other and laughed tacitly. "Hahaha, it's fun, it's really fun, Big Brother Black Moth's plan really works!!!"

"This chaotic party, just as Big Brother Black Moth expected, kicked off perfectly!"