The red moon returns

Chapter 443 Pollution
Lynch lay quietly on the bed, his hands crossed on his chest, his eyes closed and his face facing the sky, motionless as if he was asleep.

The unconscious city lord Jackson was lying on another bed, not far away from each other. The bug that acted as a ventilator and the crystal that acted as a pacemaker were still working honestly, but there was one more thing on their bodies.

An apple-sized human-faced fruit was floating above the city lord's eyebrows, slowly rotating. The fruit's eyes were round, as if it was looking around.

Dr. Swen has left, but the work of preparing the medicine cannot stop. More than 8,000 lives are waiting for her to protect. Don't put all your eggs in one basket. You must be prepared for several things at the same time.

The three ladies were guarding the bedside, of course, the city lord's bed. Miss Diana checked the city lord's vital signs from time to time. Once there were signs of rapid weakening of vitality, someone would immediately call Dr. Swain back.

As for Lynch? Occasionally, someone would secretly look at him and show some concern, but only occasionally.

Actually, he is fine, he is in a deep meditation state, he just puts himself in this position because he thinks it is cool~~
He's feeling a bit uncomfortable mentally right now.

The pollution of the city lord's soul has begun. The influence of the filth ignores the boundaries of space and directly acts on Lynch's spirit.

The special will tenaciously resists the erosion of filth, making his soul like a small boat anchored in a safe harbor during a storm, seemingly precarious but actually as solid as a rock.

However, the small amount of filth that seeped into his will still had an impact, and all kinds of bizarre hallucinations appeared before his eyes from time to time.

Sometimes I follow a blue fat man with a pocket around the world, sometimes I follow a group of changing cars to travel in space, sometimes I fly on a broom, and sometimes I listen to a handsome guy with curly hair analyzing a case.

The illusion kept switching between various familiar scenes, but more often than not, it was still quietly bathing in the crimson moonlight, floating in the endless red mist of the dreamland.

This was a sign that the mind was beginning to be disturbed by mysterious filth. Lynch was not unfamiliar with this, but the hallucinations were too frequent, just like having countless nightmares in one night, causing the mind to be too tired. Even entering a deep meditation state to try to avoid it was of little use.

But he had to finish his own death, even if it meant crying. Lynch could only lie there pitifully, quietly waiting for time to pass by him.

Midnight was drawing near.

Suddenly, Miss Diana, who was sitting beside the city lord's bed, looked serious.

"here we go."

As they spoke, several people looked at Lynch on the other side. Sure enough, Lynch's originally relaxed body had become tense, and an invisible mysterious force was surging around him. The whole room was gradually filled with invisible oppressive force.

it has started.

After waiting for more than an hour and still failing to see these outsiders coming to die, Old Swain finally gave up his fantasy and activated the last step of the blood link. The life and soul of the city lord Jackson began to slowly but continuously transfer to the other side through the invisible but close connection between the blood.

It cannot be stopped or suppressed. Once it starts, there is no turning back for both sides. The only options left are to go to the end, witness success, or admit failure.

"I'll go inform Sven."

As the only stubborn stone, the female police officer knew that she could not help. She stared at Lynch and turned away, leaving the place to the two mystics. Their task at this time was to stay by Lynch's side and ensure that his soul would not be swallowed up while he was fighting against the erosion of filth with all his strength.

Yes, it symbolizes that his human-faced fruit has conceptually merged with the soul of the city lord. When the evil god's container extends along the link of blood to devour the souls of his blood relatives, it can easily affect Lynch, who is almost defenseless. The two of them are the last barrier of his life.

The two ladies held Lynch's hands, one on the left and one on the right, relaxed their bodies, concentrated their wills, and slowly touched the sleeping mind along the connection between their limbs. At the moment of touch, their minds shook at the same time, and countless strange image fragments flooded into their minds.

The towering skyscrapers, the steel eagles that streaked across the sky, the bright lights that illuminated the night sky, the colorful neon lights of the night life. All the scenes were unprecedented, as if they should not appear in this world, which shocked the two of them. But what was even more shocking was the endless red fog and the black shadow bathed in the crimson moonlight, expanding, contracting, rolling, twisting, invisible, and immaterial.

All the images flashed by in an instant, and the next moment, both of them regained consciousness. My mysterious power enveloped Lynch's will and blocked the increasing pressure from outside for him.

temporary.

boom.

The door of the ward was pushed open, and Dr. Sven and the police officer rushed in hurriedly. The female doctor glanced around the ward and immediately ran to the city lord. She looked at him deeply for a few seconds, then grabbed the bug on its face and pulled it off along with the hose extending from its abdominal cavity. She then took back the crystal floating on his chest, leaving only a human-faced fruit floating above the city lord's head.

"Continue to protect his consciousness."

Doctor Swen hurriedly gave Diana and Judy an order, then raised his hand and pointed at the rotating human-faced fruit. Since the other party had already started to devour, there was no need to keep the city lord hanging. The city lord's last mission had been completed, and all that was left was time to fight to the end.

After all, the pollution is man-made, so external force must be used to maintain the fusion state of the fruit and the city lord's soul at all times. This is the task of Dr. Sven. Only in this way can the soul and life be devoured by the enemy in a polluted state. Before being devoured, it all depends on the other two ladies to protect the sleeping male princess.

Officer Natalie has drawn her sword and is standing guard at the door. Now is Lynch's most vulnerable moment. If something goes wrong, everyone else will be fine, but Lynch will most likely be gone.

Therefore, her expression was solemn to the point of being ferocious, and she was ready to deliver a fatal blow to any possible intruder at any time, but her attention was entirely on the four people behind her, and she kept praying to the Lord of Order in her heart.

"Pay attention, the main body devouring is about to begin. Whether it will succeed depends on the last few seconds."

In front of the bed, Dr. Swain didn't care about anything else and had already returned to his ghoul state, exerting all his strength to control the fusion of the fruit and the soul. The foreheads of the other two ladies were already covered with sweat, and the fingernails of their fingers holding Lynch almost dug into their skin.

For a moment, no one spoke in the ward, only the heavy breathing of a few people could be heard one after another.

Three seconds, two seconds, one second.

pat.

The floating human-faced fruit fell and quickly withered on the way, turning into a pile of flying ashes. At the same time, the chest of the city lord Jackson stopped rising and falling, and he completely lost his life.

The next moment, Lynch sat up abruptly and looked at the four ladies.

It succeeded, but was it successful?
The opponent did swallow up the polluted and twisted souls, but could it really destroy the opponent's plan, stop the next outbreak of the plague, and buy enough time for us?

No one can predict it, we can only wait for midnight to come and let the facts give the answer.

When, when, when.

The bell rang again.

Midnight has arrived.

(End of this chapter)