Chapter 184 Conspiracy
The wolf lowered his head and looked down.
Disgusting yellow-black pus flowed out of the tiny bullet holes!
A heartbreaking pain shot straight through Tianling from the gunshot wound, even more intense than the kick he just received!
Viscount Robben suddenly showed an expression of disbelief, even panic.
"What on earth is this..." As soon as he started to speak, he screamed. "Ahhhh!!"
With a plop, the werewolf knelt down with his head in his hands.
Weird and weird pictures flashed through Viscount Loben's mind, and countless whispers rang in his ears -
It was a scarlet world.
The ground is filled with magma and strong winds are blowing.
A huge, foul-smelling snowball weighing as much as a thousand pounds fell from the sky, and countless red-skinned devils dragged the heavy objects forward under the pressure of three hounds.
The dark creek, the figures fighting in the mud, the towers burning with flames, the coffins overflowing with lava...
The minotaur waved its chains, howling in the sky, and the centaur and The harpy-faced monster swept through the sea of blood, killing and devouring countless figures...
"The white dove passed behind the door, dropped its pure feathers, and brought good news..."
"Black The cemetery needs more spirits..."
"The light of dust still shines, the name of dawn, exploring the supreme..."
An old voice murmured.
Lingering in the ears of Viscount Loben.
He screamed in pain:
"Hell's poison! Miasma pollution?! No! No no no!!"
His eyes had been completely tainted by madness and he had lost all reason.
The shiny black bristles on its body began to lose their luster and gradually fell off, and the skin became ulcerated and pus-filled.
In the end, hot pus and blood burst out from all the seven orifices, and he fell face down.
Plop! !
Outside the wall hole, Ji Lan’s eyes flashed.
'I didn't expect... the "filthy pus" traded from the Windmill Cat could be so terrifying. Just a quenched bullet could easily kill the "Gray Scar" strongman of the Heavenly Evil Cult. ’
He thought to himself and slowly put away the pistol.
I still haven’t taken out the poison-quenching demon-hunting ax...
After transforming, Viscount Luoben looked bluffing, but he really didn’t fight.
Looking around, it was empty except for corpses and the seriously injured and dying.
The door of the villa was open, and the originally naked guests had already taken their clothes and ran away, and the middle-aged steward and attendants were also missing.
Jilan didn't care. Those guys didn't pose a threat at all, and they were not the goal of his trip.
"Well, I am the senior anti-alcohol agent of the empire. I came to arrest the criminals of the bootlegging party. Viscount Loben Fasol led the resistance. I was just protecting myself."
He He grinned and murmured something that he didn't even believe.
The color of her hair slowly turned back to golden, and the darkness in her eyes faded away, returning to dark blue.
Perhaps due to his own strength, after Weiwei's "bloodthirsty curse" was lifted, he only felt a slight sense of weakness, but it was not strong.
Gilan is very satisfied with this.
He first trampled the rest of the injured to death, then took a step forward, got through the hole in the wall, and went straight to the werewolf's body.
He groped around Viscount Loben. In the pockets on both sides of the torn casual pants, there was a wallet, a pack of cigarettes, a gold-plated lighter, and an opened and lacquered letter.
As soon as he finished searching, Ji Lan saw his fingers glowing with colored light.
The werewolf corpses he touched quickly decomposed and finally turned into dust and scattered. The color number "15" in the corner of his sight jumped and became "65". Viscount Luoben provided him with 50 points of mysterious energy!
On the ground, there was only a narrow, irregular spindle-shaped fur with the flame-shaped gray-black scar on it.
Jilan raised his eyebrows and bent down to pick it up.
The colorful entries swayed above it, displaying:
"Grey Scar. The unique brand of power within the secret sect 'Tian Ni Cult', originated from the believers' devout prayers to the old god 'Father Scar' and a reward in exchange for a certain ritual. Branded on the body surface, it can be exchanged for a trace of the evil spirit. "The residual image of power."
"At the same time, this is also the status symbol of the official member of the 'Tian Ni Cult'. It is called the 'Scar Bearer' internally and has a certain status."
< br>"The person who is branded with gray scars will be connected with the first Si Sui, and will be affected and even controlled by the will of a higher-ranking person."
Jilan looked at the entry and immediately thought of the legacy left by the Black Goat. "Golden Seed". These two things are very similar in description and function.
‘Perhaps, believers of the old gods obtain such mysterious objects through sacrificial rituals, so as to master the mysterious power... It is not the same as the "Road of the Fire Sword". ’
He guessed in his mind and put the piece of fur in his hand into the dimensional space.
‘Loben Fasol is a little stronger than Black Goat Mick, with 10 points more mysterious energy. I don’t know if it’s due to the poisoned bullets. '
After all, "filthy pus" is equivalent to forcibly contaminating the other party, pouring strong toxins and miasma into his body, causing him to go crazy and die suddenly on the spot.
Gilan thought for a moment before opening his wallet. There were more than five hundred Caesar's banknotes inside. Without saying a word, he took it out. After throwing away the wallet, he put the gold-plated lighter into his alchemical leather pocket and took it as his own.
Finally the letter was opened.
He took out the letter, flicked it, and glanced at it.
Soon, his eyes narrowed and his expression darkened.
There is not much in the letter.
It was probably written by a stranger to Viscount Robben. The other party called Luo Ben the "Gray Scar Priest" and said that the "Feasting Ceremony", a large-scale sacrifice event for God the Father, was about to be held, and hoped that Luo Ben would start preparations as soon as possible.
Among them, two key names were also mentioned, hoping that Luo Ben would urge these two people to move faster.
One is named Crook Taylor.
Gilan knew that this man was Miss Didier's father, the current leader of Earl Taylor's family, Lord Crook.
Second, Gilan is more familiar.
"Ramon Farhan..."
He looked at the name with cold eyes.
The "separation ceremony" mentioned in the letter easily reminded Gilan of the "excellent tradition" within the "Tian Ni Cult"-
The eldest son sacrifice system!
'No wonder...'
Jilan thought to herself and sneered.
‘I’m talking about an illegitimate son who I haven’t seen for twenty years. Why do you want to find him after traveling thousands of miles? It turns out that he wants me to be the scapegoat for that idiot Prince! ’
Combined with the meaningful words of Ms. Shishali during the dance before the dinner started, she said that it was a wise choice for him to attend this banquet because Viscount Loben saved his life...
'So, if According to Loben Fasol's script, if I successfully join the "Order of Heavenly Evil", can I circumvent the "eldest son sacrifice system"? '
Gilan found it interesting and murmured:
"Oh, it seems that the relationship between Viscount Loben and his original cheap father Ramon is not very good. ..."
He stood there and grinned a ferocious smile.
"Old dog, you fucking want to harm me, don't you?!"
Full of murderous intent, Gillan turned around and walked to the corner of the hall, taking away his hat and coat from the coat rack. While dressing, he walked towards the door.
"You really deserve to die!"
(End of this chapter)