Gluttonous Warlock

Chapter 349 Eternal Stillness
Metropolitan Asylum, Intelligence Agency.

In the monitoring room, a large mirror was erected.

Dr. Allen is standing in front of the mirror, using his detection skills to monitor the fierce battle in the desert in real time.

At the critical moment when "Wanderer" was about to punch the prophet away, the image reflected on the mirror suddenly shook violently and then disappeared.

"Dr. Allen, what's going on?!"

Margaret asked in surprise.

"The detection signal was interfered by a mysterious magic power, making it impossible to see the scene clearly."

Allen frowned.

"The disturbance is coming from wanderers or false prophets?" Margaret asked.

"There's no way to tell yet... But judging from experience, it's probably the work of the false prophet. When I monitored him before, a similar situation happened." Allen shrugged and spread his hands.

"You did your best, I can't blame you."

Margaret comforted her husband and turned to look at the boy sitting on the sofa.

The boy looked less than ten years old and was wearing black suspender shorts and a white short-sleeved shirt, like a primary school student.

Margaret's lips twitched, but she still didn't have the nerve to say the word "father". She asked the boy politely and distantly:

"What do you think?"

"Nothing to see."

Dr. Solomon, who was reincarnated as a boy, had a strong contrast between his childish voice and his gloomy demeanor.

"Wanderers, I'm afraid you can't escape the clutches of the false prophet. There is no need for you to continue wasting your time. Go home and be with your children."

"But... if we take action now, we might still have time to do something!" Margaret said unwillingly, "Even if we can't capture the wanderers, we can at least disrupt the situation so that the false prophet can't get the wanderers!"

"You don't want others to get what you can't get?"

Dr. Solomon asked his daughter with a mocking look on his face.

"One last time, I have everything under my control, as long as you don't do any harm, that's enough."

Before he finished speaking, he stood up and left.

Snapped!
The next second the door closed, Margaret smashed the tea cup angrily, and her chest heaved violently.

Allen walked over to his wife and patted her on the shoulder to calm her down.

"Honey, are we really going to do nothing and watch the homeless fall into the hands of the cult?"

"If you don't do anything, at least it won't be our turn to take the blame."

Allen said meaningfully.

Margaret understood her husband's hint, sighed, and couldn't help complaining to him:
"My father was once a hero in my mind, but as he gets older day by day, his spirit gradually becomes distorted... I am really worried that in the near future, he will turn from a hero to a sinner and make irreparable mistakes."

"This is his own choice. As juniors, even if we don't understand it, we can only respect it." Allen said softly.

"If he insists on going his own way and makes mistakes, you, me and even our children will ultimately have to bear the consequences. Can you accept it calmly?" Margaret asked angrily.

Allen was silent for a long time and sighed:

"No matter what, he is your father, and I don't want to offend him until the situation exceeds my tolerance limit."

"Tell me, what is your bottom line?"

"You and the children cannot be harmed!" Allen replied firmly.

The anxiety and anger in Margaret's eyes turned into warmth. She hugged her husband and whispered in his ear:

"Same here, honey."

……

Desert under moonlit night.

On the pale sand dunes.

The solitary figure of the prophet was buried by the huge shadow of the wanderer.

Yet he didn't run away.

Calmly raise your right hand and stick out your index finger.

With one finger, he stabbed the giant fist that hit his head.

puff!
A slight pop of air erupted with a flick of his fingertips.

A seemingly insignificant blow shattered the Wanderer's entire right arm!
The plasma and crushed crystal nuclei turned into turbid clouds.

The wanderer's huge body was flipped away by the prophet's finger, rolling straight into the sky.

Allen looked up, with a sneer on his lips.

Following the "Transfinite Fear Technique" and the "Transfinite Psychic Barrier" that blocked detection, he hung the "Dimensional Lock" on the domain.

The Wanderer's broken right arm is regenerating on its own.

A circle of silver halo erupted around him, starting the teleportation.

The collision just now had proved that the prophet's power was far superior to it.

The instinct of survival prompts it to think of escaping.

Flee to a place where the prophet cannot be found.

The teleportation halo dimly extinguished.

With his teleportation ability sealed, the Wanderer fell from the sky.

With a bang, he fell into the sand pit.

Allen raised his hand and pointed, and the soft sand turned into a rock, trapping the wanderer who was still struggling in the sand pit.

With the strength of a wanderer, it is not difficult to break free from the shackles of the rock.

However, it wisely gave up resistance.

Because the cruel reality is right in front of us.

If you continue to struggle and anger the prophet, you will only suffer a more severe punishment. It is better to just surrender and be captured.

……

city ​​of freedom.

Cathedral of the Titans, basement.

On the ceiling, there is an "eternal flame" that replaces the chandelier, emitting a bright but not warm light.

A naked body was taped to the wall.

Although it had lost its head, heart and an arm, the body was still alive and twitching from time to time, as if it was struggling.

The wanderer's strength attribute is no less than 80 points.

The thin tape obviously cannot restrict its freedom.

The pressure comes from the prophet on the opposite side.

Powerful magic radiated from his body, pressing the wanderer against the wall, unable to move.

Allen was sitting at the laboratory table, analyzing cell tissue extracted from homeless people.

Judging from the results, there are no significant differences compared to other Titan Primarchs.

Like other Titan Primarchs, the Wanderer is also adept at controlling Titan cell-infected people with his mental powers.

Teleportation and crystal core armor are also standard skills.

In addition, the Wanderer can also convert the magic power in his body into a force field impact and release it through his fists and feet, thus forming a shock wave with huge destructive power.

This is its main means of attack.

Allen recorded these analysis results.

He stood up, put on plastic gloves, picked up a sharp scalpel, and turned towards the homeless man.

The wanderer seemed to be aware of what this terrible man was planning to do to him, and his struggle became more intense.

The spiritual fluctuations emanating are full of temptation and prayer.

It tried to seduce Allen, sacrifice all the organs except the head, left arm and heart, and then fuse with it to form a complete human body.

In this way, Allen, as its contractor, can obtain its full power.

It sounded very tempting, but Allen refused.

He captures "wanderers" not to make a contract.

Now he is powerful enough that he does not need the help of the Titan Primarch to improve himself.

Putting "Wanderers" here is just to act as bait.

Before the prey took the bait, Allen was still idle. He personally dissected the wanderer and examined its physiological structure.

In the gloomy basement of the cathedral, the wanderer made a silent and tragic cry through mental fluctuations.

Allen was unmoved.

The scalpel took its time, cutting into its belly.A wanderer with no apparent gender characteristics.

In its body, the reproductive organs are different from those of humans.

With the help of the analysis of the Taotie system, Allen learned that the wanderer has both male and female sets of reproductive organs and can reproduce offspring on his own.

No wonder the five Titan Primarchs, with Wanderers as the main body, are called the "Titan Mother Body" after they are completely assembled.

From the church bell tower, the midnight bell sounded.

Allen packed up the experimental equipment and released the Taotie realm.

The moment he got rid of the suppression of Taotie's origin, the wanderer's "regenerative" physique regained its vitality, and the wound on his abdomen healed quickly.

After finally taking a breath, Allen walked over again.

Raising his hand and pointing at its chest, the wanderer immediately froze.

"Prayer" simulates the 8-ring magic "Eternal Stasis", cutting off the time connection between the wanderer and the outside world.

From this moment on, time stops flowing on it.

The wanderer is thus sealed in the prison of time, and his physiological activities and even thoughts are stagnant in the current second.

Until Allen returns to the basement and releases the "eternal stasis".

For the next seven days, Allen came to the basement every day to study the homeless people.

Now he's no longer content with harvesting flesh and blood from the wanderer, he's also injecting his own blood into it.

This makes the homeless panic!
Ordinary biological plasma, when integrated into his body, would be instantly contaminated and assimilated by Titan cells.

However, the blood of the prophet contains a more powerful vitality than its cells.

Not only could it not be assimilated by it, but it had gradually assimilated the Titan cells in its body.

The wanderer noticed that his body was undergoing subtle changes.

It does not know whether the changes brought about by the blood of the prophet are good or bad.

But the change itself was enough to scare it.

Fear stems from the unknown.

Now, homeless people also experience what it feels like to be "contaminated."

Just like those people who are infected with Titan cells and live in the shadow of cancerous death.

On the eighth day of captivity, Allen did not show up all night.

The wanderer in a state of "eternal stasis" does not yet know what is happening outside.

Until dawn, the seal that imprisoned it suddenly loosened!
The wanderer was vaguely aware of the shouts of killing and the roar of guns coming from outside the city.

Shortly afterwards, it sensed four more familiar mental fluctuations.

Including it, five Titan Primarchs gathered in Liberty City!
As the distance between the Primarchs grew closer, the resonance of their souls grew stronger.

Wanderers, draw strength from the mental fluctuations emitted by their kind, and struggle desperately!

If you give it some more time, you can get rid of the seal and regain your freedom.

However, at this critical moment...

crunch--

The basement door is open.

The prophet walked in calmly.

The wanderer froze and was at a loss.

Allen stood in front of him, his eyes dark.

"You want to be free again?"

"Then keep fighting with hope."

"Maybe a miracle will happen."

The indifferent words echoed in the dark basement.

At the same time, a fierce battle was going on outside the city.

Dr. Solomon, who had been hiding for many years, finally launched a full-scale siege on Liberty City that night.

Seven years ago, Liberty City's main defense force was the militia organization "Wings of Freedom". Facing the all-out onslaught of the Solomon Mercenary Group, it was almost impossible to defend.

But today is not what it used to be.

The current "Wings of Freedom" is not only a militia organization, but also a "crusade" to defend the Church of the Titan.

Each militia team has a chaplain, who not only provides religious encouragement, but also actually improves combat effectiveness.

Every chaplain accompanying the army is at least a Class B superpower. He has also awakened the blood of a warlock and has the ability to cast spells.

When necessary, you can cast spells to attack enemies, heal injured comrades, and provide buffs.

You can even transform into a giant form and directly fight in battle!

The siege launched by Solomon's mercenary group hit the spiked iron plate head-on.

Despite having the advantage of troops, repeated attacks were repulsed.

They suffered heavy losses, but failed to achieve decent results.

"It doesn't matter, keep attacking."

Dr. Solomon, who was reincarnated as a boy, gave cold orders without caring about his own casualties.

At the same time that the mercenaries attacked the city, Margaret and her husband came to Dr. Solomon.

"You're in a hurry to see us. What's the matter?"

Margaret was unable to call a little boy "Father" and tried not to show her inner disgust.

"You and Dr. Allen, come into town with me."

"But Liberty City has not been captured yet."

"It doesn't matter." Dr. Solomon said calmly, "You two will teleport directly to the city with me to visit a long-lost old friend."

"Wait a minute!" Margaret couldn't help raising her voice. "Liberty City is the enemy's base camp. Even if most of the enemies are attracted to the defensive position, the city is still too dangerous. There is no need for you to take such risks."

Dr. Solomon waved his hand, signaling his daughter not to say anything.

Seeing that he was so stubborn and her persuasion was useless, Margaret had no choice but to look at her husband for help.

"Don't worry. Since your father has decided to go to the city, he must have made a careful plan in advance. We only need to be responsible for protecting him."

Allen shook his wife's hand and gave her some encouragement.

Margaret squeezed his hand like a drowning man clinging to a piece of driftwood.

……

In the living room, which smelled of tobacco and bad coffee, there was a fold-out recliner.

Professor Butler was holding a pipe in his mouth, sitting on a recliner, and looking through an old photo album.

In the faded photo, he was also surrounded by his wife and children.

More than 20 years after the disaster broke out, all family members have passed away.

Just like thousands of ordinary people in the world, they died of cell cancer.

To this day, this lonely old man with no relatives can only remember his family in photo albums.

In the kitchen, the pudgy nanny is making coffee.

The fierce fighting outside the city made the nanny uneasy.

I accidentally spilled the coffee on the countertop and was busy cleaning it up.

At this time, the door was suddenly knocked open.

With a loud bang, a fat strange woman burst in, crushing the door frame.

Immediately afterwards, a man who looked like a scholar walked in following the fat woman.

The last person to enter was a boy who looked like a primary school student.

"Hey! What's going on with you guys?"

The nanny rushed out of the kitchen angrily, waving her arms at the three uninvited guests.

"Mr. Professor, we are not accepting visitors today!"

Snapped!
Dr. Solomon, who was reincarnated into a little boy, snapped his fingers.

The nanny's complaints came to an abrupt end.

The skull was like a kettle lid on the kitchen stove. Under the impact of high pressure, it flew up with a bang!
The boiling brain matter sprayed straight to the ceiling.

……

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(End of this chapter)