Extraordinary Pedigree.

Chapter 595: Flower of Blood and Bone: Who Dares to Call Himself a Grand Warlock?
Sisyphus's fist was still tightly pressed against the owl's head. The force of the fist compressed the surrounding air so much that almost no gaps could be seen, as if the entire space had become extremely tense and fragile under this blow.

buzzing-

The space around the fist distorted slightly, showing the horror of this power.

"Buzz——"

As the ticking of the clock and the roar of lightning sounded again, the gray world began to be gradually filled with colorful colors.

First, faint colors slowly seep in from the edge of the space, spreading out like a drop of ink dissolving into clear water.

Then, the colors became brighter and brighter, as if beams of colorful light shone into this still world, gradually covering the gray scene.

The walls regained their original color, the details on the objects gradually became clearer, and there seemed to be a sense of flow in the air.

The picture of the whole world gradually returned to normal and time began to flow again.

When time resumed flowing, everyone's consciousness and the rules of the world began to return to normal.

Boom——

There was only a loud roar, and the blood of the owl that was originally frozen in the surroundings began to splatter everywhere. The bright red blood sprayed on the walls and the floor, dyeing the entire space red.

Along with the roar was the sound of bones breaking, crisp and harsh, as if the entire space was torn apart at this moment.

For the person whose time is stopped, all this happens in the blink of an eye.

From the perspective of the long-legged owl, it simply launched an attack and then began to retreat within 0.02 seconds, but in this blink of an eye, its head was inexplicably blown apart.

Its consciousness was still at the moment of launching the attack, but its body had completely collapsed under the attack of [Sisyphus]. Blood and feathers were flying everywhere, and the scene was extremely tragic.

"Giggle-"

The long-legged owl let out a shrill scream, while [Sisyphus] next to it put a [Mobius Strip] under his feet, then shot out his hand and grabbed the opponent's neck.

After the long-legged owl was blown away, the female forensic doctor, who was lying on the ground nauseous and filled with all kinds of crazy thoughts, suddenly felt her mind become clear, as if a fog was suddenly blown away.

*****
At the same time, thousands of kilometers away, in an abandoned black church, dim light shines through broken stained glass windows onto the dusty stone floor. The church benches are covered with cobwebs, and there are rotten books and broken candles on the wooden pulpit. The whole space is filled with an old and corrupt atmosphere.

The murals on the walls are blurred due to their age, but you can still vaguely see the images and religious scenes that were once depicted.
On the dome of the church, the remains of the chandelier were crumbling and seemed about to fall down at any time.

There were five people sitting in the church at this moment, each of them occupying a different position and with a different expression.

"what--"

Suddenly, one of them's head exploded, blood splattered everywhere, and then, as if hit by some unspeakable force, he crashed straight into the surrounding wooden benches, breaking several sections of the benches.

Blood and wood chips splattered everywhere, and the scene was tragic.

This sudden change instantly shocked the other four people in the church.

"Castiel's avatar was attacked! How is that possible? With Castiel's avatar's panel speed, authority, and range of movement, how could he be hit? Even the Crowned One can't easily..."

One of the four people, who was wearing a San Diego Rockets uniform with a consortium badge and a Rockets badge on his shoulder, said with a surprised look on his face.

puff~
puff~
The person lying on the ground had a large dent in his head, through which white bones and vaguely visible brain tissue could be seen. Blood was constantly gushing out and the scene was extremely horrifying.

However, the man named Castile is still alive.

Castiel's head was severely hit, and blood continued to flow from the wound, staining the floor beneath him red.

His face was distorted by severe pain, his eyes were dazed and out of focus, but he was still struggling tenaciously.

His hands trembled as he reached toward his head, trying to ease the pain.

The "brain-dead" man reached his head with trembling hands, trying to relieve the pain. His fingertips touched the edge of the cracked skull, and he felt the cold and sharp bone piercing his skin, accompanied by sticky blood flowing.

Although his body was already at its limit, Castiel still tried to contact his incarnation of Solomon, Stolas, who was thousands of miles away.

Castiel took a deep breath and tried to concentrate, his consciousness drifting in pain and confusion. His eyes began to blur, but he forced himself to focus on Stola in his mind.

At this moment, he could visualize the long-legged owl, thousands of miles away, being strangled by the neck by a purple-gold substitute. The scene was so clear that it seemed to be very close.

His palms trembled slightly in the air, as if he was trying to grasp something invisible.

His voice grew hoarse and low as the anxiety and desperation in his heart continued to surge.

"untie--"

Castiel hissed.

Then, he clenched his fist with all his strength, and blood flowed out from between his fingers. The bright red blood flowed down his arm, staining his clothes and the ground red.

His eyes became ferocious due to the pain, but he still persisted, with his consciousness firmly locked on [Stola].

On the other side, when Sisyphus's palms tightly grasped Stola's neck, the long-legged owl's eyes flashed with the final struggle and despair.

The purple-gold fist was wrapped in terrifying power, compressing the air so much that almost no gaps could be seen.

The power of the fist slightly distorted the surrounding space, showing the horror of this force.

Boom——

At that moment, the owl's head and feet suddenly exploded violently, like a flower blooming from flesh and blood.

Feathers flew everywhere, floating in the air with a blue-purple glow.

The splash of flesh and feathers instantly turned into light, and the sound of the explosion sounded like thunder, shaking the entire space.

The scene was like a slow motion, delicately showing the trajectory of every drop of blood and every feather flying in the air.

puff puff-

After completing all this, Castile's head continued to spurt blood, which filled the air and dyed the surrounding ground red.

His head was shattered by the violent impact, and the white brain and bone fragments could be clearly seen.

His face was pale, his eyes were unfocused, and his consciousness was on the edge of pain.

Castiel turned his head with difficulty and moved his gaze to one of the four people.

The man was wearing red monk's clothes and holding a strange human bone staff in his hand. The texture of the staff seemed to condense the wails of countless souls.

What is even more striking is that the hand holding the cane actually has six fingers, and the tips of each finger reveal a mysterious power, as if whispering some ancient and mysterious spell.

The air around them seemed to become even colder, and the figure of the red-robed monk looked particularly solemn and eerie in the dim church.

The deep eyes seemed to be able to penetrate all illusions and see the truth hidden in the darkness. Castiel's consciousness gradually blurred, and his soul seemed to be sinking into endless darkness.

He struggled, using his last bit of strength to roar at the man:
"Corinius P. Bodfe II, save me..."

Castile's voice was hoarse and desperate, as if he was making a final prayer to fate.

However, before he could finish his words, he fell to the ground helplessly due to exhaustion, his whole body limp like a broken puppet.

Blood continued to flow from his head, forming a pool of blood on the ground.

Bodfe II, dressed in red monk's robes, frowned slightly, obviously extremely displeased by the name of Castile.

"I have told you many times that you should address me as the Grand Karcist and respect my name... Ion. I am displeased by your disrespect."

When the Red Monk Bodefei II looked unhappy, the San Diego Rockets member who had just exclaimed stood up.

He is the captain of Team Rocket and the real person in charge.

Ernest Hayes. Ernest is 2 meters tall, with a serious face and deep eyes that sparkle with determination and calmness.

His figure was tall and mighty, like an unshakable iron tower.

Ernest looked stern as he walked straight up to the red monk, his tone containing a hint of threat and unquestionable firmness.

"Your Excellency the Grand Warlock, please help Castile. According to the agreement between you and the consortium, we will help you complete the sacrament of the [Flower of Blood and Bone], gather the fourteen holy flesh, summon the Holy Spirit of the Six Angels of Adapest, and announce the [Ennead Miracle: Green Day Expedition]. In exchange, you should become one of the consortium's helpers. Now that the consortium's people are injured, it is time for you to fulfill your promise and help."

There was style and decorum in his words, but behind every word there was an unmistakable pressure, as if reminding the Red Monk of his promises, his unfulfilled responsibilities.

After hearing the captain's words, the displeasure on the red monk Bodefei II's face became even more obvious.

He turned slowly and looked sharply at Ernest Hayes.

At this moment, a strange red light flashed in the monk's eyes, as if a burning flame was dancing in his eyes.

He did not respond to Ernest's words immediately, but stared at him deeply. Those eyes were as fascinating as the abyss, as if they could penetrate all appearances and reach the depths of the heart.

The red light appeared and disappeared in his eyes, which was chilling.

But Bodfell II did not say much, just snorted softly, indicating that he did not fully agree with Ernest's tough attitude.

The Red Monk then turned his attention to Castiel, whose skull was cracked on the ground.

Castile's condition was extremely miserable, and the head trauma was horrific.

Bodfe II's gaze lingered on Castile's wound for a moment, as if he was carefully examining the broken bones, exposed brain tissue, and the blood that continued to flow.

His eyes became deep and complicated, as if he was weighing the pros and cons, wondering whether it was worth helping.

Finally, he made his choice...

Bodfe II's fingers trembled slightly, as if he was performing some secret ritual.

"Osiris——"

At this moment, a powerful force emerged from behind him, and an incarnation of majesty quietly appeared.

This incarnation is none other than [Osiris].

[Osiris] is tall and strong, like a god from ancient mythology. He is nearly three meters tall and exudes an indescribable majesty and mystery.

Green and black alternately cover His skin. The green is like tender buds in early spring, emitting a soft glow, symbolizing revival and vitality.

Two halos were suspended behind Him.

The black color is as deep as the night sky, with a faint glow, symbolizing the tranquility and eternity of death.

This god on earth wears a gorgeous crown on his head. The crown is made of pure gold. There is a sparkling gem inlaid in the center of the crown, reflecting the dazzling light, making people feel its extraordinary origin at a glance.

His face is covered by a golden mask with exquisite patterns, and every line tells ancient myths and history.

The most eye-catching thing is the body of Osiris, who is wrapped in a white shroud covered with golden runes, flashing a mysterious light, as if silently whispering ancient spells and mysterious powers.

Around her waist was a blue and gold belt with a huge emerald in the center, emitting a soft glow, symbolizing eternal life and rebirth.

In his hands he holds a [crown] symbolizing rule and protection, and a [flail] symbolizing harvest and prosperity.

The [Staff] and [Flail] are engraved with ancient symbols, emitting powerful energy fluctuations.
A pair of huge wings float behind Him, and the feathers on the wings are like emerald green jade, sparkling with golden light, symbolizing the divine power of resurrection.

A golden halo floats above His head, engraved with ancient hieroglyphics.

[Life and death intertwined, reversed——]

The process of repairing Castile's skull begins
The Red Monk Baldwin II stood beside Castile, his hands slightly raised, palms facing down.

As he began to moan, an invisible force spread in the air.

The temperature in the church seemed to drop suddenly, and tiny ice crystals seemed to condense in the air.

Bodfe II's eyes once again flashed that strange red light, as deep as the abyss, as if it could swallow everything.

Bodfell II's hands began to emit a soft red light, which gradually became stronger, like flowing liquid, gathering into a ball in his palms.

His moans became louder and faster, like some ancient and mysterious spell.

The light became more intense, and finally two beams of light shot out from the palm of Osiris behind him, shooting straight at Castiel's head.

When the beam touched Castiel's head, there was a slight buzzing sound. Castiel's body twitched slightly, and then gradually calmed down.

A faint red light began to appear on his forehead and the top of his head, covering the shocking wound.

The red light gradually seeped into his skin, bones and muscles, as if repairing his damaged tissues.

As the red light deepened, Castile's broken bones began to slowly heal.

Guided by the light, the bone fragments seemed to be pieced back together by invisible hands.

The cracks between the bone fragments gradually disappeared, and new bone grew in the red light, filling the previous gaps.

The originally concave area began to become flat, and the shape of the bone gradually returned to normal.

At the same time, the exposed brain tissue also began to repair itself under the irradiation of red light. The broken nerve fibers, blood vessels and cell tissues reconnected in the light and regained their original vitality.

The healing process of brain tissue is more complex and delicate than that of bone, but red light seems to have unparalleled repair power, able to precisely repair every injury.

The whole process was accompanied by a strange energy fluctuation, and a low resonance sound seemed to echo in the air.