Chapter 287: Blending with the Tree
The unusually green emerald twisted torso has vicious tree burrs protruding from it.
The tree tumor that looks like a human face seems to be slitting its eyes and canthus with anger, and the slightly narrowed eyes burst out with a malicious and malicious gaze condensed like a viscous substance.
Emerald-colored roots rose up from the ground one after another, twisting their waists like furious emerald anacondas, and like dozens of deformed arms lashing the air.
Three deformed giants with skin as red as wrought iron, their heads were all bloody and bloody. Like rotten flowers blooming, clear and turbid nectar leaked from the depths of the pistil core, and the pink flesh buds squirmed and tried to re-close the buds like round balls. skull.
But even so, the three-headed giants seemed to be completely unable to feel the pain of the hot projectiles approaching, and they still unswervingly walked towards the weak humans with almost identical heavy steps.
Soldiers wearing bright silver armor lined up in a straight line, hiding behind the sacred shield held high by the heroic officer. They waved their swords with their left arms to cut off the twisted vines like crazy snakes, and raised their short guns with their right arms to pull the triggers one after another.
The sharp half-moon silver light cuts through the dark green dirt, and the dazzling fire bursts into pieces of bloated flesh.
But even so, the twisting snake-shaped vines still seem to be endless, and the rolled and broken red flesh and blood are regenerated seemingly endlessly.
The emerald snakes spat ferociously, spraying out foul-smelling venom, corroding the brand-new armor with pits and pits, and even the glow in the steel seemed to be covered with dust and no longer bright.
The earth couldn't help but tremble under the heavy steps, and vicious and secretive snakes crawled on the trembling ground, trying to wrap around the soldiers' calves and trip them to the ground.
But human soldiers are never willing to give in. Even if the shadows of giants and snakes have covered the broken armor, even if the dense eyes have corroded half of the shield... they will never give in to darkness and evil. They are stable. The steps forward will never end!
Just like in the classical mythology, the brave and fearless knight braved the heavy night rain and launched a relentless charge against the fallen demon!
But the despicable demon spirit never thought of fighting to the death with these humble ants. All it did was just to delay time.
Greedy and ruthless roots penetrated the chests and heads of the believers in the hall, and balls of fresh and sweet flesh were being transported continuously.
Light and flesh, knowledge and power, past and present, emotions and perceptions, fear and joy...the life of a believer, everything a believer has, what a believer should have and has never had.
All were displayed before Winfrey's eyes without reservation, and their ordinary and tragic lives seemed to be merged into Winfrey's life.
Birth, growth, secret admiration, abandonment, loneliness, work work and work, joining the church, work work and work...
The world the believer once perceived, his understanding of things, his emotions, his survival instinct, the choices he made, the remaining parts...
All of these are absorbed into a colorful semi-solidified liquid with the greedy sucking of the Emerald Snake, which is both dense and dilute, both clear and turbid. Just like the life of a mortal, there is both right and wrong, good and evil, but there are more. A gray that even the most impartial judge cannot distinguish.
The lives of the believers in the hall have been turned into nutrients that nourish the greenery, turned into a mass of fertilizer that cannot be resisted or argued, integrated into the bodies of their most revered leader and holy tree, perhaps until they leave, deep in their hearts He also believes that as long as his sacrifice can bring benefits to the cult, so what if he sacrifices his own life?
But in fact, when these hungry souls really pass away, their hearts are more unwilling and resentful. Why me?
I am not satisfied yet, my thirst is not yet filled, my emptiness is still bottomless!
I still want to continue to indulge in sex! Continue to enjoy the joy and pleasure, continue to dance happily and wantonly, and continue to release the desires in your heart! ! !
But their most respected Mr. Winfrey ignored their unyielding cries, and just indifferently swallowed their thirst and desires into the tree, into his own body, and into his hungry spirit... Just like The cup is never satisfied with the satisfaction of pain, and the lamp is never satisfied with the pursuit of knowledge.
Whether it is knowledge from the streets or knowledge from the pampered people, Greedy Lamp Xiang always accepts everyone who comes... Lamp is so humble.
The lamp is so proud again.
The light should hang high in the sky, remain noble and pure, and not interact with external objects... The consequences of abnormal love are still engraved in the hearts of every bright light.
Every lamp in the skull is selfish and independent. As long as it can make itself stronger and grow, the lamp is willing to put aside its pride and cooperate with anything.
Just as Winfrey's intracranial lamp has sensed those annoying moths early on, it quietly sneaks into the host's spirit along the disgusting roots, and inadvertently whispers a whisper that induces abandonment, seducing the host. Abandon the superfluous and useless family affection, give up the meaningless anger and grief, abandon the burden and burden on your heart...pick up calmness and ruthlessness again, and only consider your own interests!
With such a result, even the lamp inside the skull is overjoyed, so the lamp is willing to help the annoying moth to hide this secret truth from the host... The host who abandons the useless father's love will surely win Pure and absolute sanity!
When those unnecessary family ties are pulled away from the living room of thinking by the alien moths, the lamp in the skull that has achieved its goal suddenly shines brightly, and all the dust on the lamp surface is washed away, and the ruthless glow, together with the moths chasing the fire, disappears. Bake it clean together... The host does not need to know these processes, he only needs to maintain such focused selfishness.
"It's time to give up this burdensome business, and it's time to harvest the pigs that have been raised for a long time!"
Winfreth murmured to himself in his heart, but even he couldn't tell for a moment whether this was his true thought or a ruthless thought induced by the lamp in his skull.
Forbidden knowledge is never truly harmless. Even the appearance of reason will gradually corrode the mind of the practitioner.
It's just that the selfish concept of absolutely pursuing interests is more in line with human nature, and ruthless human beings happily believe that this is their purest intention.
As the body of the Tantric cultist bitten by the Emerald Snake gradually withered like dry firewood, the Emerald Tree, which had absorbed sufficient nutrients, also began to shine with an enchanting enchanting green light. The broken body due to the extraordinary collapse was difficult to observe with the naked eye. It grew extremely fast, and those shocking bleeding cracks were closed in the blink of an eye, and scars even grew like fibroids.
It was only at this moment that the emerald tree finally returned to its peak state. It was even pulsing faintly as it absorbed high-grade flesh and blood nutrients, as if the heart was contracting and expanding. The tree body seemed to be growing again during the beating of the heart, invisible to the naked eye. The number of visible emerald tree rings has increased.
Winfreth finally officially took control of the Emerald Tree, and the emerald roots extending deep into the cave were completely under his control.
What he sees in the emerald tree is what he sees, and what he feels in the emerald tree is what he feels... He and the emerald tree blend together like water and milk, and it is difficult to tell the difference between you and me.
The sacred emerald tree is the incarnation of Winfrey!