Chapter 595 Flower of Blood and Bone·Who dares to call himself a great warlock?
[Sisyphus]'s fist is still tightly attached to the owl's head. The power of the fist compresses the surrounding air so that the gap is almost invisible, as if the entire space has become extremely violent under this blow. Nervous and vulnerable.
Buzz--
The space around the fist is slightly distorted, showing the terror of this power.
『Buzz——』
As the ticking of the clock and the roar of lightning sounded again, the gray world gradually began to be filled with colors.
First of all, the faint color slowly penetrates from the edge of the space, spreading like a drop of ink melting into clear water.
Soon, these colors became more and more vivid, as if beams of colored light entered the still world, gradually covering the gray scene.
The walls have returned to their original color, the details on the items have gradually become clearer, and there seems to be a sense of flow in the air.
The picture of the entire world gradually returned to normal, and time began to flow again.
When time resumes its flow, everyone's consciousness and the rules of the world begin to return to normal.
Boom——
A violent roar was heard, and the blood of the owl that had been frozen in the surroundings began to splash. The bright red blood sprayed on the walls and floor, dyeing the whole place red. space.
Accompanied by the roar was the sound of broken bones, which was crisp and harsh, as if the entire space was being torn apart at this moment.
For those who are stopped by time, all this happens in the blink of an eye.
From the perspective of the long-legged owl, it only launched an attack and then began to retreat within 0.02 seconds. However, in the blink of an eye, its head was inexplicably blasted open.
Its consciousness was still stuck at the moment of launching the attack, but its body had completely collapsed under the attack of [Sisyphus], with blood and feathers flying in all directions. The scene was extremely tragic.
"Cack-clack——"
The long-legged owl let out a shrill scream, while [Sisyphus] on the side had a [Mobius strip] under his feet, and then shot out his hand Straight up the opponent's neck.
After the long-legged owl was blown away, the female forensic doctor, who was lying on the floor nauseating and filled with all kinds of thoughts about running a train, only felt that her mind became clear for a while, as if a fog was suddenly blown away.
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At the same time, in an abandoned black church thousands of kilometers away, dim light spilled through the broken stained glass windows onto the dusty stone floor. The church pews were covered with cobwebs, and there were rotten books and broken candles on the wooden pulpit. The whole space had an air of old decay.
The murals on the walls have become blurry due to age, but the icons and religious scenes once depicted can be vaguely seen.
On the dome of the church, the remains of the chandelier were crumbling and seemed to be about to fall at any time.
There are five people sitting in the church at the moment. They each occupy different positions and have different expressions.
"Ah——"
Suddenly, one of the people's head suddenly exploded, blood splattered everywhere, and then, as if being hit by some unspeakable force, it hit the surrounding wooden benches straight up. , smashing several benches.
Blood and sawdust splattered, and the scene was tragic.
This sudden change instantly shocked the other four people in the church.
"Castiel's avatar was attacked! How is it possible? The board speed of Castile's avatar is matched with the authority and range of movement. How could it be hit? Even the Crowned One cannot easily... ”
Among the four, a man wearing a San Diego Rockets uniform with a consortium emblem and a Rockets emblem on his shoulders said with a surprised look on his face.
Pfft~
Pfft~
A large piece of the head of the person lying on the ground was sunken, from which white bones and looming brain tissue can be seen, and the brain tissue is constantly emerging. The blood flowed gurglingly, and the scene was extremely horrifying.
However, a man named Castile is still alive.
Castile's head was hit hard, and blood continued to pour from the wound, staining the floor beneath him red.
His face was distorted by severe pain, and his eyes were blank and out of focus, but he still struggled tenaciously.
His trembling hands reached for his head, trying to relieve the pain.
The "brainless" man's hands trembled and reached toward his head, trying to relieve the pain. His fingertips touched the edge of the cracked skull, and he felt the cold and sharp bones piercing the skin, accompanied by the flow of sticky blood.
Although his body is on the verge of reaching its limit, Castiel still tries to contact his incarnation of Solomon who is thousands of miles away - [Stolas].
Castiel took a deep breath and tried to concentrate, his consciousness drifting away in the intense pain and confusion. His eyes began to wander, but he forced himself to focus on [Stora] in his mind.
At this moment, he could see the long-legged owl thousands of miles away being pinched by a purple-gold stand-in. The scene was so clear that it seemed as if it was very close at hand.
His palms trembled slightly in the air, as if trying to grasp some invisible existence.
As the anxiety and despair in his heart continued to surge, his voice became hoarse and low.
"Solution——"
Castiel hissed.
Then he squeezed it with all his strength, and blood flowed out from between his fingers. The bright red blood flowed down his arm, staining the clothes and the ground red.
His eyes became ferocious due to pain, but he still persevered, his consciousness firmly locked on [Stora].
On the other side, when [Sisyphus]'s palms tightly pinched [Stora]'s neck, the long-legged owl's eyes flashed with its final struggle and despair.
The purple-gold fist is wrapped in terrifying power, compressing the air so that the gap is almost invisible.
The power of the fist slightly distorted the surrounding space, showing the terror of this power.
Boom——
At that moment, the owl’s head and feet suddenly exploded violently, like a flower blooming with flesh and blood.
The feathers were flying in all directions, floating in the air with a blue-purple light.
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 seemed to be in 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 spray blood, and the sprayed blood filled the air and dyed the surrounding ground red.
His head was shattered by the violent impact, and white brain and bone fragments could be clearly seen.
His face was pale, his eyes were distracted, and his consciousness was wandering on the edge of pain.
Castile turned his head with difficulty and looked at one of the four people.
The man was dressed in red monk clothing and held a strange human bone cane in his hand. The texture of the cane seemed to embody the lamentations 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 are filled with mysterious power, as if whispering something ancient and mysterious. mantra.
The surrounding air seemed to become colder, and the figure of the red monk looked particularly solemn and strange in the dim church.
Those deep eyes seem to be able to penetrate all illusions and see the truth hidden in the darkness. Castile's consciousness gradually blurred, and his soul seemed to be about to sink into endless darkness.
He struggled, used his last strength, and roared at the man:
"Corinius P. Bodefe II, save me..."
Castiel D’s voice was hoarse and desperate, as if he was making a last prayer to fate.
However, before he could finish his words, he fell to the ground weakly due to exhaustion of strength, his whole body was as limp as a broken puppet.
Blood continued to gush from his head, forming a pool of blood on the ground.
Bodfei II, who was wearing a red monk's costume, frowned slightly, obviously very unhappy with the name Castile.
"I have said many times that you should call me the Great Warlock and honor me as...Yan. Your disrespect really makes me unhappy."
In Red Monk When Feifei II looked displeased, the members of the San Diego Rockets who had just exclaimed stood up.
He is the captain of Team Rocket and the real person in charge.
Ernest Hayes. Ernest is 2.1 meters tall, with a serious face and determination and calmness in his deep eyes.
His figure is tall and mighty, like an unshakable iron tower.
Ernest's eyes were cold and he walked straight to the red monk, with a hint of threat and unquestionable determination in his tone.
“Your Majesty the Great Warlock, please help Castile. According to your agreement with the consortium, we will help you complete the sacrament of [Flower of Blood and Bone] and gather the fourteen holy flesh. Summon the Holy Spirit of the Six Angels of Perth and declare [Nine Pillars of Miracles: The March of the Green Sun]. In exchange, you should become one of the helpers of the consortium. Now that someone in the consortium is injured, it is you who fulfills your promise and comes to help. "
His words are full of style and etiquette, but there is unquestionable pressure behind every word, as if to remind the red monk of the promises he has owed and the responsibilities he has not fulfilled.
After listening to the captain's words, the displeasure on Red Monk Bodfei II's face became more obvious.
He turned around slowly and looked sharply at Ernest Hayes.
At this moment, a strange red light flashed in the monk's eyes, as if a blazing flame was beating in his eyes.
He did not immediately respond to Ernest's words, but looked at him deeply. Those eyes are as breathtaking as the abyss, as if they can penetrate all appearances and reach deep into the heart.
The red light flashed in and out of his eyes, making people shudder.
But Bodefei II didn't say much, and just snorted slightly, indicating that he did not fully agree with Ernest's tough attitude.
Then, the red monk turned his attention to Castile with a broken skull on the ground.
Castile's condition was extremely miserable, and the head trauma was shocking.
Bodfe II's eyes lingered on Castile's wound for a moment, as if he was carefully studying the broken bones, exposed brain tissue and the continuous gush of blood.
His eyes became deep and complicated, as if he was weighing the pros and cons, thinking whether it was worth rescuing him.
Finally, he made a choice...
Bodfei II's fingers trembled slightly, as if performing some kind of secret ritual.
"Osiris——"
At this moment, a powerful force emerged from behind him, and a majestic incarnation quietly appeared.
This incarnation is exactly - [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. Green is like the buds of early spring, emitting a soft light, symbolizing recovery and vitality.
There are two rings of light suspended behind him.
The black is as deep as night, faintly glowing, symbolizing the tranquility and eternity of death.
This human god wears a gorgeous crown on his head. This crown is made of pure gold. The center of the crown is embedded with sparkling gems, which reflects the bright light and makes people feel it at a glance. to its extraordinary origins.
His face is covered by a golden mask. The patterns on the mask are exquisite, and every line tells ancient myths and history.
The most eye-catching thing is the body of [Osiris]. He is wrapped in a white shroud. This shroud is densely covered with golden runes, shining with mysterious The light seemed to be silently whispering ancient spells and mysterious power.
A blue and gold belt is tied around the waist. A huge emerald is inlaid in the center of the belt, emitting a soft brilliance, symbolizing eternal life and regeneration.
He holds in both hands a [shepherd's staff] symbolizing rule and protection and a [flail] symbolizing harvest and prosperity.
[Pastoral staff] and [Flail] are both engraved with ancient symbols, emitting powerful energy fluctuations.
A pair of huge wings are suspended behind His back. The feathers on the wings are like emerald green, shining with golden light, symbolizing the sacred power of resurrection.
There is a golden halo suspended above his head, with ancient hieroglyphs engraved on the halo.
[Life and death intertwined·Inversion——]
Castile’s skull repair process has begun
The red monk Bodfe II stood beside Castile , raise your hands slightly, palms facing down.
As he began to hum, an invisible force filled the air.
The temperature inside the church seemed to drop suddenly, and tiny ice crystals seemed to condense in the air.
Bode Fei II’s eyes once again flashed that weird red light, as deep as an abyss, as if it could swallow everything.
Bodfei II's hands began to emit a soft red light, and the light gradually became intense, like flowing liquid, gathering into a ball in his palms.
His crooning became higher and faster, like some ancient and mysterious spell.
The light became intense, and finally two beams of light were shot from the palm of [Osiris] behind him, shooting straight towards Castiel's head.
When the beam touched Castiel's head, it made a subtle buzzing sound. Castiel's body twitched slightly, then gradually calmed down.
His forehead and top of his head began to glow with a faint red light, and the light covered the shocking wound.
The red light gradually penetrated 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.
The bone fragments were pulled back together by the light, as if being reassembled by invisible hands.
The cracks between the bone fragments gradually disappeared, and new bone was generated in the red light, filling the previous gaps.
The originally depressed area began to become flat, and the shape of the bones gradually returned to normal.
At the same time, the exposed brain tissue also begins to repair under the irradiation of red light. Those broken nerve fibers, blood vessels and cell tissues were reconnected in the light and restored their original vitality.
The healing process of brain tissue is more complex and delicate than that of bones, but red light seems to have unparalleled repair power and can accurately repair every damage.
The whole process was accompanied by a strange energy fluctuation, and a low resonance seemed to echo in the air.