Alien Relic Hunter.

Chapter 404 The Obsession of the Victims
The word "Victims" has the meaning of both victims and sacrifices, and it refers specifically to the kind of sacrifice that will use living creatures.

The hundreds of corpses piled up on the second floor of the izakaya flashed through Ke Lan's consciousness like a slideshow. He could never forget the frightened expression on the faces of those victims. The memory was as clear as if it happened yesterday. same thing.

Ke Lan doesn't know the names of these people, nor does he know what kind of people they are and what they have done... The lives of these people may not have any intersection with him in their entire lives, just like two parallel lines—— —if not for this massacre.

He never thought that it was some kind of bullshit "sacrifice ceremony", it was a naked massacre, and it was a group of insane people trampling on life.

……

When the "faces" on the puppet body opened their eyes, the familiar howling sound rang in his mind again.

"I don't want to die..."

"Please... don't kill me, I can give you all my money..."

"It hurts... it hurts..."

"Blood! So much blood! Is this my blood..."

Not only could Ke Lan hear these voices, he could even feel the strong emotions of these people before they died... Fear, despair, resentment... That kind of immersive feeling, as if his soul had come to die In the bodies of the survivors, to replace them and die.

Closing his eyes, Ke Lan could see countless undead struggling in the swamp under his feet. They stretched out their arms with rotting flesh and bones, and grabbed his ankles tightly; the smell of death was like leeches, along the Crawl his legs up his knees and wrap them around his throat.

From that day on, the remaining obsessions of these undead have been haunting him and never disappeared.

They were like drowning people, waving their hands, trying to grab everything they could... They caught Ke Lan, but Ke Lan couldn't pull them out of the deep pool of death.

They are dead.

Ke Lan doesn't believe in ghosts and gods, and he doesn't think there are such things as undead in the world. He knows that those wailing are just hallucinations, like the sound recorded on a tape, playing in his ears over and over again.

Ke Lan opened his eyes.

The illusory undead wanted to pull him into the abyss together, but their bone claws could no longer hold Ke Lan's body, and Ke Lan put all distracting thoughts behind him. He raised the gun in his hand and aimed it at distant target.

The puppet individual has no limbs, except for the "face" that covers the whole body, its body shape is like a miniature version of Chiron's meat mountain, in the gap between the face and the face, the sticky "black asphalt" Slowly flowing—this is the original substance of the puppet individual. Compared with the "fake" that is "simulated" by human tissue, they have a higher density and a color closer to pure black.

"This...what the hell are these noises?" Marshall on the side covered his ears with his hands, and clenched his teeth, "It's so annoying...how come these voices seem to be ringing in my head...Damn it !"

"It's the wailing of the 'sacrifice' before it died." Ke Lan explained, "The faces on that thing come from the sacrifices that were swallowed by it."

"Sacrifice? Live sacrifice? Like the group in 'Sick Village' did?" Marshall asked.

"Almost... But the Wall of Flesh is more like a waste recycling furnace. It decomposes human corpses and reuses them... What it accepts are 'sacrifices' in the material sense. Without those materials, it cannot build That 'House of God' covered in flesh and blood."

"What about this guy? Is there any difference?" Marshall was stunned for a moment and asked again.

He has always criticized the sacrificial behavior of the "Sick Village Sect", but considering that most of the people who were killed were seriously ill, and staying alive would only increase the pain and suffering, so he never complained to Chiron. lodge a protest.

"What they sacrifice is... the consciousness of these sacrifices."

"Consciousness? Could it be that these people..." Marshall pointed to the faces on the puppet individual, "These people are all experimental subjects in the telekinetic living experiment project? How can there be so many? And... how come there are still old people and child?"

"No, they are all ordinary people." Ke Lan shook his head. When the incident in the East Ninth District happened, Marshall had already "escaped" to the sick village, so it was normal for him not to know about the tragedy, " Heretic sects planned a massacre. They killed thousands of civilians and took their brains. I don't know what they did to the brains of the victims. But it is clear that the dead Consciousness, a considerable part should be preserved in some form."

"What do they collect these things for?"

"In order to create a powerful monster that they can drive."

"Is it this ugly monster in front of you?"

"Yeah." Ke Lan nodded.

"They're all a bunch of lunatics." Marshall spat forcefully on the ground, pushed a grenade into the launch tube hanging under the assault rifle, and pulled the trigger on the puppet.

"Boom-"

The cylindrical grenade came out of the chamber, and the moment it left the launch tube, Marshall even used his substantive thoughts to "push" it again, causing the grenade to fly towards the puppet at several times the speed.

However, when the grenade was about five meters away from the puppet, its flying speed suddenly dropped to zero.

The iron-gray metal cylinder was frozen in mid-air. In the next second, starting from the tail of the grenade, the metal casing suddenly began to deform. The entire grenade was like a metal ingot placed under a reforging machine. It was pressed into thin sheets.

The explosives filled in it were also detonated at this time, but the flames of the explosion could not break free from this square inch. The flames, shock waves, and fragments were all compressed in a space the size of a fingertip. This is not an explosion, but closer to the concept of "collapse".

"Collapse" and explosion are two completely opposite concepts. Explosion releases energy outward, while collapse gathers all the mass inward, and finally forms a celestial body with extremely high density under the action of its own gravity.

The light from the explosion was finally condensed into a dazzling spot, which flickered for a while and then disappeared. As for the shell of the grenade, it turned into a round and solid metal ball the size of a soybean, and fell to the ground. There was a muffled sound of "boom".

(End of this chapter)