Chapter 295 Tree Fres
The Emerald Bearded Snake, which followed the sweetness of blood, tilted its head in confusion.
In its special perception field of vision, there are only eight dark and dim human-shaped shadows in front of it, with no trace of radiance and vitality... These eight corpses seem to have been dead for a long time, and even the slightest vitality remaining in the body has passed away.
Did the promotion ceremony fail? But even if the ritual fails, the result should be that the performer and the recipient accidentally witness a great face that cannot be looked directly at. The weak light in the skull cannot contain that image beyond imagination.
The incarnation that symbolizes the principles of the universe, the amount of mysterious information contained in it has exceeded the cognitive limits of the ritualists... Their minds exploded with a bang, until restlessness and madness completely captured their minds!
But why did the eight people in tonight's promotion ceremony actually drank in anger on the spot, and died quietly without even uttering a wail or scream... Was it the work of the Anti-Suppression Bureau?
This matter was full of doubts, but Winfres was already used to it at that time. After he received the message from the Emerald Bearded Snake, he didn't think too much about it... As long as the ritual room was safe, Then there is still a way out for all this.
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The hair-thin roots not only wrapped around Winfrey's nerves, but also penetrated into his blood vessels, climbing all the way up the unobstructed bloody road until the beating heart was Wrapped up, the emerald and scarlet heart muscles contract and expand together, and the beating rhythm is also mixed with a strange green.
Winfreth, who was slumped in his office chair, suddenly straightened up and twitched as if he was suddenly electrocuted.
His eyes radiated with dark green light, his skull was as clear as colorless crystal, his brain was twisted like a knotted tree root, and his thoughts were like green buds.
Now, he is no longer just the middle-aged man Winfres Morgan who embarked on the path of invisible arts in order to heal his beloved daughter, but also the emerald tree, a creature of alien gods that is rejected and disgusted by nature!
His fusion with it seems to be a coincidence that is difficult to replicate, but perhaps this result has already been considered by someone behind the scenes... The knowledge of the Master and the power of Sichen's creation, the combination of the two can definitely create unprecedented creations. The monster can definitely become another cornerstone of great achievements! ! !
However, this great and foresighted man did not expect that an inconspicuous little moth would suddenly break into his impossible-to-fail chess game, and then attract the unnamed person behind the little moth. The existence of horror... Now even the man behind the scenes has been trapped in another unfathomable game of chess, and has become an outcast who was ruthlessly abandoned.
After the chess pieces lost their protection, this integration, which was not tolerated in the world, went astray.
In a sense, Winfreth's wish has come true, and he has indeed found a third way between the Ones and the Aberrants.
That is the innate nature of Si Chen's creation... He has fulfilled his wish and embarked on another secret path. He has obtained powerful power that even the third mark cannot give, and he can even retain part of his mind and memory.
Only the incomplete memory symbolizes the incomplete personality, and with the incomplete personality, is Winfreth still the original Winfreth?
The newly born Winfreth suddenly bent down and assumed a weird and twisted posture, which resembled the dirty postures of the Yoga Shaktism school. He seemed to be uniting with himself, and his curled-up head seemed to be holding his own tail.
His vocal cords and its tentacles recited ancient awakening songs at the same time. The twisted and curled body was like a drum, and the skin and heart, the roots and the heart of the tree were beating continuously, as if it was being beaten, or vibrating like a drum.
Visible ripples appeared in the air and walls. This dull rhythm hit the cochlea of everyone in the hospital, and their hearts seemed to be beating out of control following this heartbeat.
The clear night sky suddenly gathered thick and solid dark clouds, and the bright silver moon was once again covered by a curtain of dark clouds.
The dim light suddenly disappeared, and thick darkness flooded the hospital.
The alert logistics officers of the Anti-Suppression Bureau immediately lit their headlights and placed them in front of the convex mirror. Bright light shone from all directions, reflecting the gray and white hospital that had collapsed and shattered.
The trembling wall showed signs of tearing, but the exposed dark red wall bricks were covered with fine and lush emerald roots, like the ugly body hair of a giant beast called Crossroads Hospital swaying in the wind.
The green vines, as thin and hungry as newborn snakes, are pounced on every creature in the courtyard.
They swayed left and right to avoid the extremely sharp blade, and went straight into the gaps between the silver armors, vowing not to let go of any mouthful of sweet blood food, vowing not to let go of any mouthful of sweetness and fragrance... Only Only the endless vitality of life can contain the insatiable destruction within the tree!
boom! boom! boom!
The extermination soldiers in the corridor decisively detonated the wooden handle grenades they carried with them, and the silver shavings were mixed with the shock wave of the explosion and spread everywhere.
Silver shavings stained on the same silvery broken armor formed a new line of defense, allowing the brave and fearless extermination soldiers to wield their swords wantonly, without having to worry about the vicious roots creeping under their feet.
Silver shavings bite on the rapidly retreating emerald roots, forcing the cult leader to voluntarily abandon these poisonous tentacles, thereby effectively attacking the enemy's vitality.
But these weird and evil green roots seemed to spread endlessly, and some cunning roots even wrapped around the corpses of those cultists, fished out the dead eyeballs, and took root deep in them.
The turbid light flowing faintly in the wall finally found a window to vent, and a series of disgusting and hateful lights suddenly shone in the extremely dim corridor!
The gelatinous and viscous light collided with the pure and bright cold light. The line of turbid light collided with the sharp silver arc, sparks of reason and madness burst out, illuminating the eyes of the soldiers fighting under the visor and goggles. A pair of indifferent eyes.
To outsiders, the hospital at this time was shining with colorful lights from time to time, either red, white, green or yellow. It seemed as if the painter who painted the night scene of the hospital had had a few too many drinks before working and was so drunk that he couldn't see the paint clearly. The difference is actually painted on the painting with a flick of his mind.
Inside the hospital, which is filled with all kinds of bright lights, there are indescribable sounds such as the beating of drums, the friction of rustling rough wood, the explosion of firearms, the roaring of fighting, etc., which are both low and crisp, both rough and loud, just like A passionate piece of music played at the climax of an opera performance.
The commander of this extermination operation, Charlotte Holmes, just watched all this coldly from a distance, but she was holding the pure crystal of light tightly in her hand, so hard that her knuckles were broken. Slightly whitish.
She looked at the stalemate, and although she was a little unwilling to do so, for the sake of the overall situation and to prevent the soldiers from suffering too heavy casualties, she could only temporarily abandon her original idea of relying solely on great skills.
The female detective said in a deep voice: "Please counselors, please leave."
The consultants whose bodies were hidden in hooded gowns smiled slightly, and stepped out of the shadows holding strange round mirrors that reflected deformed flesh pupils.