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Chapter 118 117. "Meeting Ceremony" (3000) (12)

In the unfinished building full of blood and rain.

The killing continues.

The powerful mist believers wantonly killed and chased the low-level congregants, just like killing chickens and sheep.

The latter ran away in panic, crying, and some people tried to resist, but the gap in strength and the blocked environment made them have nowhere to escape.

An Le hid in the shadow of a remote corner, watching all this with cold eyes.

Even if he didn't sneak into the shadow, but due to the affinity between An Le and the shadow, the shadow would unconsciously entangle with him, thereby reducing his sense of existence. It would be difficult for others to find him if they didn't distinguish carefully.

An Le thought to herself: ‘Is this also part of the ritual? '

‘Using the flesh and soul of these low-level believers as fuel for calling a certain existence? '

An Le didn't have much sympathy for the Mist Cultists.

But the problem is that the Misty Sect is willing to sacrifice the lives of so many believers, which only shows that they have bigger plans.

boom--

The energy beam fell again.

The shaking of the building became more intense, but in An Le's perception, the field surrounding the building was not destroyed, but became more alive, like a sleeping monster waking up.

‘It is not only absorbing the soul and flesh and blood of the dead, it can even absorb the energy impact of the Security Department? '

An Le suddenly realized this.

The so-called "inner ghost" may not exist at all, but the information leaked to the Security Division by the Misty Sect itself.

The purpose is to absorb this energy and use the energy of the Security Department to push this ceremony to a more terrifying level.

"Okay, so scary..."

A small phantom appeared beside An Le, trembling all over, looking pale and terrified.

It's like the little white rabbit has met a natural enemy.

An Le asked: "Xiao Xiao, can you judge what?"

"Calling, they... are calling for something to come, but this kind of call is definitely not in good faith."

The girl in the white dress is like a spoiled delicate flower, she can't even speak well, she raised her head and said, "Master, I'm so scared..."

"Now is working time..."

An Le murmured, and took Xiao Xiao back to the statue, and then put the statue in the church.

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The only thing that can make Xiaoxiao so fearful is the god of the same origin as her—Mist Mother.

only.

[Mist Mother is one of the oldest and strongest evil gods. 】

[The ritual of calling him requires a lot of soul, flesh and blood, as well as rare materials and mysterious substances. 】

[It is said that a believer in the mist once slaughtered a city before he could get a glimpse of the true face of the mist mother. 】

Based on the knowledge An Le read in ancient books, the price she paid for calling Wu Mu was extremely huge.

Although the current scene looks like a purgatory on earth, that's all. It's definitely not enough to call the fog mother.

An Le suddenly remembered the grotesque statue in "The Record of Abnormalities in Yuechong City". Its image was also dilapidated, with only one arm, one head, and one eye.

He realized that what the Misty Cultists were calling might just be a part of the Misty Mother.

But even that could spell catastrophe for the entire city.

It was true that he could escape, but what about the other people he met in this city?

What about the old dean, Hu Yun, and the children in the orphanage?

【▇▇'s bond▇▇▇ cut off▇】

【Anchor point failure▇▇completely▇▇▇】

【▇May go to ▇▇▇, maybe ▇▇God】

Scattered memories, like old yellowed photos, flashed one frame after another, and there were too many things that couldn't be seen clearly and couldn't be explored, which made An Le feel angry.

‘Can the Riddler die? '

An Le realizes that if he no longer cares about the children, it means that he has taken another step forward on an unknown road.

In any case, when An Le can do something, he is willing to do something instead of running away.

The heavy pressure and treacherous atmosphere weighed on An Le's heart.

Unknowingly, An Le entered an "empty" state, her pupils gradually turned into pure black, with no whites and no pupils.

There is no perceptual cognition left, only rational analysis, he thinks like a cold machine.

‘The primary purpose now is to prevent the ritual from proceeding. The people downstairs are insignificant, the key is the gray-robed man on the top, if they are all killed, the ritual cannot continue. Can't sneak into the shadows, the extraordinary aura will be noticed, attracting enemies...'

An Le quickly ran upstairs along the shadows.

Most people didn't care, just thought it was a fugitive who didn't know where to go.

The Misty Cultists on the second and third floors were also killing each other, and some of them [Weavers] knelt down on the ground by themselves, ending their lives with a knife, with intoxicated happy smiles on their faces.

——This kind of people are outright lunatics, they no longer have any other purpose, they just want to let the mist come to the world and integrate with them.

At this time, some people noticed An Le's unusual behavior.

Just before approaching, they saw the pure mist overflowing from it, so they all made way for him.

This level of fog, even if it is not the gray robe, it is almost the same.

‘Aren’t you off work temporarily? '

Xiao Xiao wanted to complain like this, but the moment she saw An Le's pure black eyes, she didn't dare to speak anymore.

Her statue trembled even more in An Le's arms, without any sense of security.

She is more afraid of the comfort of this state than the mist mother that the believers are calling.

Some of the characteristics that belong to human beings seem to be stripped from Anle, and what remains is a small existence that cannot be described, cannot be described, and is not even willing to think about.

'Now, it's overtime! '

If it was An Le in normal times, he would probably respond to his little inner voice like this, but now he is just silently and coldly completing what he should do.

On the fourth floor, the Mist believers here are not weak, and there are no low-level believers.

They were just waiting, as if waiting for the next stage of the ritual.

An Le, who broke in suddenly, was undoubtedly very abnormal, and attracted their attention.

Even with the little mist as camouflage, someone still asked, "Hey, where are you from? What do you want?"

An Le didn't respond, but just quickened her pace and headed towards the fifth floor.

Now, anyone with a discerning eye can see that something is wrong with him.

Someone suddenly changed color and shouted: "Stop!"

At the same time, the net-shaped mist entangled An Le's legs, trying to restrain him.

It's just that the mist was swallowed by Xiao Xiao in an instant, An Le's goal was not these believers, and the distance was enough, he didn't pay attention to the actions of these people, dived into the sea of ​​shadows, and went straight to the fifth floor.

Aware of the extraordinary fluctuations in the shadows, many people's faces changed slightly, associating with the extraordinary man who had recently become famous in the Security Department.

But what's going on with that misty breath?

Before they had time to think so much, they rushed upstairs in an attempt to stop An Le.

An Le failed to break into the room on the fifth floor directly with the help of the shadow. There was an existence in it that even the shadow was afraid of, so he could only come to the door of the room.

The little trembling became more and more intense: "He...he is there..."

*****

The gray-robed man who was the leader in the room frowned slightly: "Someone wants to break in."

But everyone, including him, was calm.

Someone laughed and said, "Even if Xiao Zhao is injured, it's still very easy to deal with this kind of guy, right?"

"It is enough for us to focus on the ritual."

The leader looked at the remaining firewood in the room, including Chaochuan Mengye, and said, "It's time to put them into the ceremony."

*****

Zhao Kangsheng, a man in gray robe, stood guard at the door.

He was blind in both eyes, but he could still perceive the change of breath with the help of the mist, and found the arrival of Anle.

Zhao Kangsheng's tone was cold and superior, and he uttered two words: "Stop!"

This is actually the normal state of gray-robed believers in the Mist Sect. They regard themselves as messengers of the Mist, and they are no longer ordinary humans in essence.

Besides, with Zhao Kangsheng's strength, he did have the capital to put on such a posture.

Zhao Kangsheng judged that the other party's visitor was not kind, and he was not a pure mist believer.

And An Le kept walking, as if ignoring him?

Zhao Kangsheng sneered from the bottom of his heart: ‘Do you think I’m hurt, so you despise me? '

‘Hey, don’t underestimate me! '

He was preparing to show his strength as a gray-robed believer.

However, at the moment of in-depth contact with the breath of peace, Zhao Kangsheng felt like falling into an ice cave: 'How could it be...how could it be him again? '

It is impossible for Zhao Kangsheng to forget this breath, it is a feeling that makes his soul tremble.

He has been terrified by this twice in a row today... But the other party, why did he appear here?

'Did I provoke him? '

Even though he was blind, in the blackness in front of Zhao Kangsheng's eyes, there were still scary and blurred outlines.

Like the depth of the deep sea, even if you just stare at the deep seabed, you will feel indescribable fear in your heart.

Zhao Kangsheng exhausted all his strength and shouted: "You are not human! You monster! Monster..."

He even brought a crying voice.

The whispering sounds in the ear became more and more clear, and this time, their sounds seemed less scary and weird, because deep in Zhao Kangsheng's consciousness, he had begun to accept their existence.

To him, the murmur sounded like a friendly invitation to a more real and better world.

Even though Zhao Kangsheng's heart was faintly vigilant and cold, it was a pity that it was too late.

He couldn't refuse, and he didn't want to refuse this ticket to "reality".

In front of An Le, the man's body was constantly deforming and mutating. His entire face was melting into the flesh and blood. Eyeballs popped out of his head. Dense, sharp teeth grew wildly. Tiny granulation buds, tentacles Excited to get out, wriggle heartily under the gray robe, innocent like a child.

The more powerful the transcendent, the more terrifying the distortion will be.

An Le's face was expressionless, and with the help of the shadow, he stabbed his tentacles into Zhao Kangsheng's body.

[Filth Sanity -100! 】

Then, the shadow turned into a big hand, and threw the crumbling piece of meat into the door.

The wooden door shattered in an instant, and sawdust flew.

The gray-robed people inside could no longer keep calm and looked out the door full of anger.

The flesh and blood transformed by Zhao Kangsheng expanded in a terrifying manner, and the rotten and smelly flesh and blood flowers were blooming.

This is a gift from An Le to them!