Alien Relic Hunter.

Chapter 109 Tattoos (Subscribe)

"What and what... this big brother is in a hurry, so don't pester me." Ke Lan distanced himself from the other party again.

"This train is going to the North District of the Ark, and there is still more than half an hour before the next stop... Hehe..." The beggar...ah no, the missionary laughed dryly, "This friend, I can take some of your time." Time? I wish I could tell you about our great true God..."

"No."

"Friend, about the great true God and the gifts it bestows on believers... Are you really not interested in learning about it?"

"Not interested in."

The connection was rejected by Ke Lan, and the missionary was obviously a little frustrated. He sat down on the opposite chair and muttered to himself: "Sooner or later, human beings will pay the price for their arrogance and ignorance...Only God Only believers can glimpse the great truth in the mist..."

Just when Ke Lan was thinking about whether to make a report call to say that there were cult members preaching on the train, his eyes were suddenly attracted by a tattoo on the inside of the missionary's wrist.

The pattern of the tattoo vaguely made him feel a little familiar...

"No way……"

The picture in memory and the scene in front of him perfectly overlapped together, and Ke Lan was shocked: the tattoo on this guy's wrist was actually exactly the same as the pattern painted on the curtain of the hideout of the "High Priest" in the former exile settlement !
The main body of this emblem is a skull. Two tentacles emerge from the skull's eye sockets and form a circle. Inside the circle is a drop-shaped object.

Since there was almost no communication between the exiles and the residents of the ark, Ke Lan didn't think about it in this direction at first, but now it seems that the missionary in front of him is the same as the "priest" and "prophet" back then. Nine times out of ten they all belong to the same sect.

As Ke Lan guessed before, the priestess parasitized by the flesh-eating worm was not an exile, but a resident of the ark...

As for the foundation of this cult organization, I am afraid it is not on the wilderness, but inside the ark.

In this way, it is understandable that the Security Bureau will intervene in this matter-after all, this is their job.

"By the way... what's the name of your sect?" Ke Lan hesitated for a moment and asked.

"Huh?" The missionary raised his head all of a sudden, staring straight into Ke Lan's eyes, "Friend, are you planning to join us?"

"Uh... I think, let's find out first... After all, I don't even know the name of your sect."

"There is no name, and we are not a sect." The missionary suddenly said with a serious face.

"No name? Not a sect?" Ke Lan was a little stunned. What kind of religion is this guy teaching?What is the way of cloth?

"We are just a group of believers in the great true God... the true God guided us to gather together." This guy looked divine, "My friend, believe me, after seeing the greatness of the true God with your own eyes, you will also Be a devout believer."

"The greatness of the true god? Can I see it with my own eyes?" Ke Lan asked pretending to be very interested.

"Of course, it's right here." The man said firmly.

"Right here? On the train?" Ke Lan looked up and looked around. There were only the two of them in this carriage—although it was not commuting time, there were indeed too few people on this train.

"Yes, friend... oh, no, after witnessing the miracle, we should call each other members of the church."

"Didn't you say that you don't belong to the sect?" Ke Lan couldn't help but criticize.

"The secular organization of the sect is only used by those who try to deceive fools, and what we believe in is the only truth in this world. The 'religion' I refer to is the 'religion' of the true God to educate believers, and Not a sect's teaching."

"Oh, so that's the case." Ke Lan nodded again and again, but what she was thinking in her heart was: Yes, yes, what you said is right...

"Then now, can I—witness a miracle?" Ke Lan urged.

"Come, come here." The missionary beckoned to Ke Lan. Ke Lan could only endure the extremely unpleasant smell and moved a little closer.

The missionary rolled up his sleeves, revealing his bony arm—aside from the emblem tattoo, he had many other tattoos on this arm—

But at the second glance, Ke Lan noticed something strange. The lines he thought were tattoos turned out to be densely stitched scars, but there was black pigment left in these scars, so Ke Lan mistakenly thought they were tattoos.

The skin on the missionary's arm seemed to have been cut into many pieces, and then someone stitched up the cut skin... Just thinking about this process makes people shudder.

It's like when grilling, in order to allow the seasoning to penetrate the ingredients, use a knife to draw grid-like cuts on the ingredients, but when the ingredients turn into human arms, the scene suddenly becomes terrifying up.

"Are you... self-mutilation? Or... performance art?" Ke Lan glanced at the other party's arm, and then looked at the other party.

"Self-mutilation? No, no, no... this is... a gift from the true God!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the healed wound on his arm burst open again, and his brows were tightly knit together, as if he was enduring great pain.

In the next second, a few fleshy tentacles that were tender and tender, like new seedlings, emerged from the open wound...

Seed of Corrosion!

Ke Lan only felt a tingling in his scalp. The missionary in front of him turned out to be an infected person of the Seed of Corrosion!
Almost, Ke Lan couldn't hold back and kicked the opponent out.

Is this guy crazy?

Is he trying to pull himself back before he dies?
Just when Ke Lan was thinking about how to kill the infected person, the tentacles stopped growing, and the missionary let out a long breath.

He seems to be different from ordinary infected people... He seems to have the ability to control the cells of the erosive seed in his body!
Ke Lan didn't even have to pretend to be surprised. He opened his mouth slightly, stared at the missionary's arm in astonishment, and asked in a trembling tone, "This...what is this?"

"It's a gift from the true God." The missionary said in a deep voice, he seemed very satisfied with Ke Lan's horror and fear at this time.

With his other hand, he took out a solid alloy screw from his pocket, and put it in the hand infected by the erosion seed. With a light pinch, the screw turned into an irregular piece of waste. metal block...

"See, this is the power that the true God bestows upon its servants."

"Look...I see." Ke Lan nodded.

"Join us and become a believer of the true god, you can also get this kind of power...even, I can let you experience this kind of power now." As he spoke, he stretched out his alienated right hand, Straight to Ke Lan's face!
　I hope everyone can support the genuine version, thank you very much.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)