One Thousand Three Hundred: Vivian because of love
In just a few seconds, Matthew felt that his arms seemed a little sore, as if something was about to come out of them.
alienation?
A scary word suddenly popped into his head. As this thought appeared, he saw that his hands were rapidly lengthening and thickening, and his nails were thick and triangular, like sharp knives.
"no no……"
He wanted to scream for help, but the words stopped abruptly as he reached his lips.
Matthew suddenly woke up. What would be the result if someone discovered him like this?
With the way of the Holy See, I am afraid that what awaits me is not rescue, but elimination... And because of my identity, I am afraid that my family and friends will all be wiped out silently.
No, you can't shout, you'll die!
As he thought about it, cold sweat seeped out from his skin like rain, soaking his thin robes.
Matthew raised his hand, exposing his wrist, and found that the blood had turned red and seemed to be glowing wires, intertwined and winding, infecting his whole body.
With a sound of flesh tearing, he knelt down in pain, opened his mouth and bit the table to prevent himself from crying out due to the pain.
Scales, black, triangular, and barb-like, quickly emerged from under his skin. Both elbows were numb, accompanied by a cluster of bloody swords and two ferocious bone spurs, which in vain came out of the flesh of the forearms.
His body was expanding rapidly.
The 1.7-meter old man transformed into a three-meter-tall, powerful monster in one minute.
Matthew stood there blankly, the palm...the gem that should be the center of the claw seemed to have consumed all its energy, and fell to the ground with a clang.
The crisp sound seemed to wake him up.
Matthew moved his steps and came to the mirror, staring at his horrifying image, feeling desperate...
The protruding face, deep-set eye sockets, and scarlet eyes are especially frightening in the dark. The violent and ferocious light bursts out, making people intimidating.
Opening his mouth slightly, a strong smell of sulfur filled the air. Four rows of staggered and sharp fangs shined in the dim light.
Steel-like scales were spread all over the body, and under the gray hair, there was a ferocious horn that was a foot long. His fingers had grown into three, and the nails protruded, like animal claws, hard and sharp.
On his back, there were two rows of bone spurs like saw blades, tearing his clothes apart and exposing them to the air. A long, forked tail trailed behind him.
"This is...the Armored Demon!"
Matthew knelt down in front of the mirror in pain, but the cruel look in the eyes of the devil in the mirror became more intense, without any trace of pain or despair.
He opened his mouth, but found that the sound coming out was so sharp and unpleasant. It's like scratching on a blackboard with your fingernails...
"What should I... do?" Matthew looked helplessly at himself in the mirror, his heart already filled with despair.
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"You want to leave?" Yan Wan held the things for him, his eyes paused on Matthew's heavy and haggard face, and asked softly: "What's going on? You look very bad."
"No, it's okay."
Matthew smiled, his chapped lips oozing bright red. "I just feel that I am a little tired. Being a bishop is very stressful, and I decided to serve my God wholeheartedly in the remaining time."
Yan Wan frowned and advised him again: "You don't have to be stressed about that matter. The devil has been lurking for such a long time and no one has found him. It's not your fault...is it?"
"It's not because of this, it's really just that I'm too tired."
Matthew smiled, but the expression on his face was really indescribably dejected.
"Okay." Yan Wan sighed and stopped trying to persuade him. He just patted Matthew on the shoulder, carried his things for him and left the Holy See.
Rejecting Matthew's invitation to stay for dinner, Yan Wan excused himself and left his house.
"A Demon?" Yan Wan played with the unlit cigarette in his hand, with a warm smile on his lips, and quietly disappeared around the corner.
Last night, in Matthew's study.
Everything he experienced was clearly seen by Yan Huan outside the window.
The key to the door of hell is still in Matthew's hand, but Yan Wan is not in a hurry. This thing is of no use in his hands. It can only have the greatest effect in the hands of a demon.
As long as Matthew holds it and as long as there is energy in the Hell Gate Key, he will always be eroded by the power of hell. Not only will he be demonized in the physical body, but over time, he will become a complete demon.
But having said that, Matthew is a bishop after all. As a devout believer, his willpower is not comparable to ordinary people.
Coupled with the fact that the key to the gate of hell had inspired William's bloodline and then transformed Matthew into a demon, the remaining energy would not be too much.
Pa da
Lighting a cigarette, Yan Wan strolled back home and nestled comfortably on the sofa. "So, you will have to hold on longer than I thought..."
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Thor has been pretty good lately.
He easily recognized a large group of relatives, all of whom were of extraordinary strength and were very kind to him. And he also tolerated many warlocks who escaped together.
But... Yan Wangxin's words kept lingering in his heart.
Saving one's life is only the most basic thing. Thor wants warlocks to live openly and openly in this world, instead of lingering and hiding.
"Kingdom." Thor held grass in his mouth, his lower body buried in the sea water, lying on the beach and looking at the blue sky, with a bit of hope in his eyes.
Only royal power can defeat divine power!
Since we want to establish royal power, let’s start from here.
He jumped up with a bang and looked for Shuyuan www.zhaoshuyuan.com. His eyes fell on the warlocks living in harmony not far away: "This is my initial strength and the beginning of the road to kingship."
He is not fighting alone, and not everyone in this world is prejudiced against warlocks.
For example, Yan Wan should consider him a friend.
Thor touched the yellowed letter in his arms and sighed secretly. "I hope Vivian can go back safely."
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"Vivian, I have a question for you." Yan Wan said.
Vivian was stunned for a moment, combed her hair, and said with a smile: "Master, please ask."
Yan Wan asked: "Stephen, what happened?"
Click...
Vivian's smile froze, she subconsciously stopped and crushed the cup in her hand. "Tuan, Mr. Tuan leader, what does this mean?"
Yan Huan shrugged and said, "You seem to be Stephen's student, so I think I should ask, maybe you need my help in some way."
Vivian's eyes dodge and she lowers her head, not daring to look at him: "No, I won't bother you, sir. It's okay..."
"look into my eyes."
Yan Wan tapped her chin, his eyes projected like two sharp swords, glaring at her: "Did you come here because of Stephen's order, or because of someone else?"
In the second half of the sentence, Vivian's pupils shrank instinctively.
"Interesting, it doesn't seem to be Stephen." Yan Wan frowned, recalled the information about Vivian, suddenly thought of a person, and smiled: "It seems like...
Thor? I remember that you and him went to build a new branch. At that time, I thought you were seeking advancement and wanted to make contributions and become a senior exorcist as soon as possible.
Now it seems that there should be other reasons. Between opposite sexes, it is largely due to feelings and love. You didn’t join the Holy See just because of him, right? "