I play prophet in Salvation Organization

With a bang, the door of the combat hall was slammed open.

The huge sarcoma monster struggled and jumped out of the hall directly, under the iron-blue sky, it looked like an abominable monster chasing the stars.

The sarcomas on its body protruded densely with blue blood vessels, and each one was clear and prominent.If a trysophobia patient sees such a picture, he will probably close his eyes immediately, and faint on the ground with a whimper.

The sutured muscles are shaking in a strange shape, like meatballs placed in a pan, showing a special bright red color under high-temperature frying, rolling up and down.

"Damn, damn it!!"

The pale lady crashed out of the hall, and the human features with only one head left were showing a complex expression similar to the intertwining of "fear" and "resentment".

She turned her head and glanced behind her, with a little fear in her eyes.

It was as if what she was looking at was not a room in her own space, but some unknowable... abyss!
At this moment, the bulging muscles once again showed strong strength, with four hands grabbing the ground, the pale lady suddenly leaped far away, leaping swiftly into the distance!

Just less than a second after she jumped up, in the hall behind her, a heavy black figure suddenly slammed towards her.

This is the round table that Song Qingci was staying with not long ago. Just by looking at its weight, one can guess that it is definitely not something that anyone can lift.However, right now, under the influence of some surging and uncontrollable force, it unexpectedly flew out sideways and upside down, accurately hitting the pale lady's sole just off the ground!

"hiss!"

The pale lady who was precisely hit on her toe by such a blow showed a pained expression on her face.

Although she has now turned into a huge monster with a huge sarcoid, but this is only a change in the upper body-in fact, her lower body can still be called a human being, at least she has legs and feet.

However, when the log table flew over, it directly knocked the pale lady's little toe.

In a way, xenomorphs are quite similar to humans.For example, the pain from hitting a toe is far more severe than I imagined.

If it weren't for the limited height and space, Ms. Pale felt that she might cry out of pain.

But in the end, she gritted her teeth and struggled to climb to the wall not far away. While her feet were firmly stuck on the wall, she jumped up again with the recoil.

Like an agile monkey wandering in the jungle of steel.

Behind him, Bering stepped on the gray mist, squinting towards the direction she left not far away.

This look is slightly erratic.

In the next second, Bering's expression changed slightly.

He quickly withdrew his gaze, took two steps back and returned to the hall.

Then he walked directly to Song Qingci's side, gently lifted her backpack, and fiddled with it for a while.

Song Qingci stared blankly at his movements.

In the end, she saw that Bering seemed to have found what she was looking for, and her eyes relaxed slightly.

After taking something out of his pocket, Bering put it on his face without hesitation.

The original pale face was covered behind a wooden mask that seemed to be crying and smiling. Its appearance was ferocious, like a Rakshasa ghost in myths and legends. In the empty eye sockets were blue gemstones that looked like teardrops. , with a mysterious power that can attract people to the past, just looking at each other makes people feel shuddering.

this mask...

Song Qingci hadn't had time to say anything, and soon, Bai Ling's hand was on her shoulder.

"Can the phone work?" Bering said quickly.

what?
It took Song Qingci about a second to react: "Yes, yes..."

Before she could make any further explanations, Bering took out her mobile phone from her pocket very quickly, with a familiar attitude as if he was looking for his own mobile phone.

After quickly pressing a few numbers on her mobile phone, Bering thought for a while and whispered something in Song Qingci's ear.

Song Qingci looked at him stupidly: "This..."

Patting her on the shoulder, Bering looked at her calmly: "Remember, don't be late."

After saying this, he threw Song Qingci's mobile phone directly to her, and then left the hall without looking back.

Only Song Qingci and Han Qianqiu were left staring at each other.

They could only watch Bering's figure go faster and faster and quickly disappear from their sight.

After turning the door, Bering stood where they couldn't see.

His footsteps became faster and faster, and in the end, he even used the power of the mist to drag himself forward.

Just like the gods in ancient mythology flying through the clouds and fog, Bering is walking around in the world of Pale Lady quickly by stepping on the fog.

Soon, he drifted away from the original battle hall, and came to the long road leading to the cafeteria.

Not far away, the phantom that was almost identical to the pale lady was still waiting for him at the end of the road, his skinny body trembling slightly.

It seems that something has changed, from the original projection that is harmless to humans and animals, it has become more... strange.It was as if someone had used a magical clockwork to spin a few times on the top of the head, causing the originally soulless robot to open its eyes, and its limbs stiffened and began to perform kicking.The long skirt raised up slightly with the movement, blooming pale and decaying lotus flowers.

It just rotted at the end of the road, as if waiting for Bering to arrive.

But Bering didn't even look at it.

When he was about to step over the figure, Bering stepped on the face of the white figure directly, and then further crossed the long avenue.

The bootprints with nails pierced the projection's face hard, bringing a dense zigzag pattern to its face.

Turning his head mechanically, the projection could only see Bering's black windbreaker passing through his eyes.

With a "bang", its figure quickly began to shatter three seconds later.

The original thin white gauze turned into dots of light spots, which just dissipated into the air without leaving any traces.The original white projection that scared both Brother Long and Song Qingci fell apart neatly after just being kicked by Bering, and became melting snow under the sun.

The fast-moving Bering didn't even turn his head, just thinking silently in his heart: "Sure enough, the spiritual world, under the influence of the ring, is weaker than the life forms in the material world." '

'Although this projection is endowed with contradictory power by the pale lady, it is still too weak. It seems that it does not expect to stop me in this way, but just thinks that it can slow down my pace. '

Sighing, Bering didn't speak, but continued towards the target location.

This time his speed was much faster than before.

In about five seconds, he came to the back of the parking lot.

This is the location of the... statue that Song Qingci noticed before.

Standing still in the distance of the statue, Bering could see the pale lady leaning against the statue from a distance, as if she was saying something to the statue.

The sarcoids on her body were slightly deformed by this movement, sometimes getting bigger and sometimes getting smaller, and occasionally trembling in a wave-like manner.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Bering felt that he was somewhat challenging his physical limit.

After walking two steps forward, he finally heard the pale lady's whisper.

Her voice was a little vague: "Why, why did you leave me..."

"I trust you so much, no one respects you more than me, even other people are far inferior to me..."

She grabbed the skirt of her own statue, as if a drowning person was grabbing the last straw: "I have been waiting for so many years, and there has been no change, just because you told me that I can succeed...you told me that everything is up to you Within the plan, there will be no changes. But now, everything has changed..."

"And you have changed yourself. Didn't you say that you would always be by our side? Why did you disappear after only a few decades..."

Her voice was very confused.

This state is very abnormal. After all, no one has ever been able to quickly subside from the rage of Pale Lady before to the current state of contradiction and bewilderment.

So the answer is clear.

Bering looked at the huge statue of the Pale Lady in the distance.

'There is something wrong with this statue. '

When Brother Long and Song Qingci stood still in front of this statue, they also felt that the statue carried a sense of disobedience that they could not understand.

Originally, Bering thought it was because it meant that Lady Pale was using this statue as a beacon to connect with the outside world.

But the dragon flew out of the sky before, which means that the connection between this world and the outside world is probably in the sky, not on the ground.

So, this statue actually has other functions.

Pulling his own scarf, Bering didn't speak, just watched her movements silently.

In his sight, the pale lady seemed to be getting more and more intoxicated.

She gently grasped the statue's face, and her whole body was almost lying on the statue's body. Her long nails clasped the statue's body, like a koala leaning on a tree.

"Ah," she said sharply, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

"The feeling of losing half is so unbearable. I could lie to myself before, but now, the lie can't heal my hollowness! I don't want to be 'eternal' anymore, I just want my other half Take back……"

She pressed her face tightly on the sculpture: "Give her back to me, give her back to me...I don't want anything, give her back to me..."

"Come back, come back, give her back to me, give her back to me..."

The more she said that, the deeper her voice became.

When they got to the back, the "give it back" that sounded like a reminder, was already as soft as a dream.

Soon, under Bering's gaze, the pale lady slowly slid down from the statue, and finally curled up into a ball.

The previous sarcoma also gradually receded, revealing the slender figure wrapped in the flesh again.Although the facial features are still misplaced, they are buried in the long hair and have become blurred.

The pale lady in front of her is like a little girl who was bullied outside, and when she returned home to cry to her parents, she lay in her parents' arms peacefully after being tired.

Curled up in the embrace of the sculpture, she looked softer than before.

After a few seconds.

The heavy statue moved for the first time.

Its hand that was raised high slowly fell, covering the top of the pale lady's head, and shook slightly twice, as if it was rubbing her head.

From Bering's distant perspective, it seems that the sculpture is gently comforting the sleeping daughter.

But it's clear that's not the case.

At least Bering decided clearly that the glint of light that the sculpture now covered the pale lady's hand was not benevolent.

This ray of light floated down, fell into the head of the figure in his arms, and penetrated bit by bit.

After the light sank into her head, the pale lady's disordered eyebrows were tangled together, and the expression on her face also showed a feeling of "pain".

Her body began to twitch uncontrollably.

This twitching movement gradually became crazy, and soon, she was like sifting chaff, she couldn't stop swinging.

However, the hand of the statue above her head that comforted her was now like the heaviest imprisonment, locking her firmly in his palm.

No matter how the pale lady twisted her body, she couldn't escape from the shackles of the sculpture.

In the end, her body gradually returned to calm.

The human monster has returned to its former serene appearance, the only difference, perhaps, is that her appearance has changed slightly.

If her face was distorted before, then now, her face shape has become what a normal person should look like.

It's just that this so-called "normal person" is not the original appearance of Ms. Pale.

As a stripped half body, her normal appearance should be similar to that of Han Qianqiu.

However, the current Bering didn't see even a little bit of Han Qianqiu's element in Ms. Pale.

This is like a brand-new human face, with feminine softness and masculine edges and corners at the same time, exuding charm and coquettishness that are irresistible to both sides.

Obviously, there may be one more host unknowingly in this body.

Bering thought so in his heart.

As if in response to his thoughts.

Two seconds later, the eyes on that male and female face slowly opened.

After opening his eyes, the man and Bering exchanged glances.

In those eyes, Bering saw his reflection in the mask.

A deadly silence permeated under the iron-gray sky.

The eyes of the two people just met each other like this, without words or life.

In the end, it was the person opposite who broke the silence first.

She slowly climbed up from the statue, her hair falling to the ground in a mess.

The sculptural hand that was originally holding the pale lady's head swayed gently with this person's movements, like a courtier guarding the emperor, standing humbly behind her, waiting for her summons.

Scratching his hair lightly, the man uttered his first words after waking up.

"It's really... a long time."

She said.

There is a coldness in the voice that can freeze time.

After a little emotion, she looked at Bering in the distance.

"Looks like a good time," she said softly. "Has our lovely child finally overwhelmed with the collapse of faith and chooses to put the pacifier on his face?"

"Then you're supposed to be a 'prophet'... no."

Scratching his hair, the man tilted his head and looked at Bering firmly: "You must be...Bering, right?"

As soon as this sentence is spoken.

The mask on the face of Bering standing opposite her showed no expression.