In what age, are you still a traditional witcher?

Chapter 131 Fighting, Torturing

Würzburg, 3:25 (PM)

On the huge square, a building that was torn apart by brute force stands tall. The iron-gray wall presents a thrilling beauty, and a deep breath is brewing.

Ryan stood not far from the front of the building, and under his feet were crushed corpses.

"Operator Winston, we have a message."

Ryan, who was waiting, was attracted by the voice coming from the earphones, and the task specialist's voice was excited and said:
"The gray fog covering Wurzburg is shrinking."

"It's giving back inch by inch the land it's swallowed up."

what does this mean?
Ryan gave an "um", indicating that he already knew.

Turning his head and looking out of the square, the gray fog is following a certain trajectory like a tumbling sea of ​​clouds, disturbing the air crazily.

And the so-called trajectory
Lane turned back.

"right here."

"With this statue as the center, the gray mist retracts."

Ryan lowered his head and glanced at the human skin cult in his hand. He had seen this thing earlier, and it was not attractive to him.

Perhaps because of his mental toughness?

In short, it has not been studied seriously, and there is no discomfort at the moment.

Put away the cult.

"Chong!"

A sharp butcher knife protruded from Ryan's hand.

"Crack!"

As the sparks danced, an orange flame ignited under the dark sky.

Ryan was smoking a cigarette with a calm face.

The whole city is eerily quiet, and the false sky presents a kind of cosmic night sky blackness, but there are neither stars nor moon in the sky.

Just like the ancients imagined the sky.

A "hood" was folded upside down, covering the land.

Look around.

There are many broken traces on the square, the scratches of giant beasts, and terrifying ravines.

—It was too quiet.

Even around the square, the extremely thick gray mist has almost condensed into the walls, and they can only be detected by "sight", and "hearing" can't play the slightest role.

"You know what happens when she swallows the 'Dead Dream' (gray fog) whole?"

Good Nightmare said with a smile.

Lane didn't respond.

Of course he knows what this means, and he has tasted this kind of development too many times, think about it—it's the same as various small advertisements appearing in the old corridors.

No wonder.

"Did you just say dead dream?"

The mist slowly passed over Ryan's body.

Ryan turned his head, and he saw the "real world" spit out by the gray fog from his throat.

This is Würzburg, with low-rise buildings guarding old-fashioned buildings, the style of the fifteenth century, old bridges, and dilapidated castle fortresses.

And, after being devastated by the war, through the efforts of the people of Würzburg, the old building has been rejuvenated in a retro architectural style with a humanistic color.

A deserted street.

In the gap between buildings and buildings, the spiers of European-style buildings have lasted forever. Baroque, Romanesque, and Gothic styles all have a heavy history that has gone through hundreds of years.

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The square below has changed its appearance since the gray mist pushed in.

It is still a vast area of ​​flat land.

But not far away, tram tracks loomed.

The gray fog is still shrinking.

The land it invaded was spat out inch by inch.

"My friend, in 30 seconds, you are about to face a god."

"Before that, you actually clung to the novelty in my mouth?"

Merlin laughed.

This is the calm before the storm.

Ryan looked straight ahead, where there was originally a broken eyeball statue, but unfortunately, due to the thick fog condensing around it, he couldn't see anything at the moment.

Ryan could only count the seconds.

"I'll explain it to you when I have a chance, my friend."

Merlin's voice was leisurely, and then he fell into silence.

"Operator Winston!"

"Boom!"

When the news came from the agency, Ryan raised his head slightly.

Even though the sky was shrouded in black, making the day feel like night, the helicopter from the church still came through the sky.

"We can already see you."

the commissioner said hastily.

"You can't go any further. After ten seconds, take measures to deal with any emergencies."

Ryan took a deep breath, and wiped the light-curtain-like sharp blade with his hands, and the pupils of his indigo eyes suddenly expanded.

Subsequently.

In a soundless silence.

The gray mist was instantly engulfed!It's staggeringly fast.

The long strip of gray and white horses crazily got into the cracks of the building!

Broken!The huge eyeball seemed to be under terrible pressure and shattered in an instant.

However, it all went without a hitch.

Only the fragments of the eyeballs slowly separated from the skeleton of the building, spreading out in all directions lightly and slowly!

Something, sucked the debris from the inside of the eyeball.

"!"

What was shown in the church camera was a scene that horrified everyone.

The pitch-black jelly filled the inner space of the giant eyeball, and it was shaped into a huge shapeless black mass——

However, on its surface, there is a mixture of bright red and bloody lines!This is a dye vat filled with ink, and the blood-red lines above it are red ink. The two colors seem to be mixed but distinct.Chaos is like the ugly markings on the surface of Jupiter, but it seems to present a thrilling order.

Soon, it transformed!
After all, the shell of the eyeball was abandoned on the ground.

Among the countless deep red spots, a particularly large oval pattern is impressively printed in the center of the jet black gelatin.

It. No, He broke out of the shell!

He overcomes gravity, instigates his body that sometimes expands and sometimes shrinks, and floats above the midair!

The shapeless black liquid is ever-changing, ugly faces protruding from the surface of the body, roaring to the sky!

"Crack!"

The agency's signal was cut off for no reason!

Everyone in the central control room came back to realize that their eyes were already sour from staring at them for a long time.

The back has been wet.

Their eyes didn't blink just now!
"Sir!"

"Signal blocked!"

Suddenly, someone shouted.

"what happened?!"

"Where is the Lingzi communication?" The docking commissioner turned his head with a look of disbelief.

"Professor Ackerman is rushing to repair according to the news from the laboratory—"

The operator who reported was staring at the screen with horror on his face.

"The other end of the soul of Operator Kate Mevis should have been in the hands of Operator Winster."

"Just now, I found it in the hands of Professor Ackerman!"

Germany, Wurzburg.

On the quiet street, the tram was parked aside, and there was no one on board.

The window of the cafe is in the style of the last century. Flowers are blooming on the street in front of the cafe. The wall murals are unique and ingenious, and a simple iron signboard hangs in the air.

Outdoor dining table.

under the umbrella.

The man stirred the coffee gently, and looked at the square in the distance—he raised his head with a smile, and locked on to the surveillance drone in the sky.

"Read on."

"It's impolite."

Sipping his coffee, Merlin took out a picture book out of nowhere.

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Sprinkle a few big characters eloquently.

Tear off the paper and snap your fingers.

"I'm really thinking of you. Ugh."

Merlin was talking to himself.

People's curiosity will not only kill themselves, but also kill more people.

"Friends, look at [God], but you will go crazy."

"Now."

"The curtain is slowly falling."

Merlin stood up, with a leisurely expression on his handsome face, enjoying the tranquility around him to his heart's content.

"Kill the gods, Ryan Winster."

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The cigarette has been burned out.

Take it out of your mouth and step on it.

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The body leaned back suddenly, and out of the corner of Ryan's eyes, he caught a glimpse of a deformed black mass flickering in front of him.

The black tentacles were like sharp knives, slashing inch by inch in front of him.

This is a silent world!
Ryan stretched out his hand, and the butcher knife transformed into a heavy hammer in an instant, and slammed on the deformed figure's body!

The touch makes him happy, but there is only a lack of sorrow and joy to match it.

The giant eyeball in midair instantly retracted the deformity.

next moment.

Hundreds of ugly faces protrude from the suddenly shrunken eyeballs. At this moment, the latter is like a gigantic heart, pumping blood out as the muscles contract.

The grimace bit the air!

At the back of their heads, the bright red blood is not only the chain connecting the body, but also the circuit that instills sickness and madness.

The butcher's knife turned slender, and its ferocious sharpness appeared as the scythe of death.

The living being howled with joy, it couldn't wait to bathe in the remains of the god, like the long past, it fought side by side with the loneliest warrior.

The hunter gripped the handle tightly.

moment!

The bright red circuit breaks, shatters!
Following his rapid movement, the ground tore apart a chasm, and the rootless grimaces along the way were twisted into black mud, fell powerlessly to the ground, and finally disappeared completely.

Cold indigo eyes appeared in front of the god.

With his right arm raised high, his leaping body froze in the air, and the giant ax made of cold light came down hard with brilliance.

Black pus splatters!
On the surface of the giant eyeball, the huge bright red markings were cut into a ravine.

"!"

The Scarlet Horse Riot!

The ravine is like an abyss, in which countless bloods are crazily intertwined, and worm-like red threads are intertwined and flowing!
At this moment, the bright red of the riot gushed out from the abyss, each carrying a spell that would destroy the mind, and each carrying a curse that would cause people to fall into nothingness forever.

This is the concrete existence of [mental breakdown].

The bright red tore Ryan's clothes, and they entangled fiercely on Ryan. They wanted to destroy the hunter's spirit, cut the hunter's skin, and finally made his flesh and blood and everything a part of himself!

however!
The bright red horse is like a piece of cloth colliding with steel!
The moment they touched the hunter's skin, they twisted sharply.

"!!!"

The red thread wrapped around Ryan's neck!
The hunter regarded everything as nothing, with a ferocious face, manipulating the blade to cut crazily.

moment!

The theocracy seized from the gods suddenly exploded!

In the silent battlefield, fierce fighting is brewing.

The threads in the sea of ​​blood were torn apart in an instant.

"!"

Finally, a touch of gold shining in the blood color made Ryan look excited!
However, the next moment.

The god's body suddenly swelled!

The thick black was turbulent, and there were terrifying ripples on the surface of the eyeballs, and the seemingly fine lines were brewing with a mighty force no less than a storm.

The hunter's body was thrown out violently.

Fly upside down and in the air.

Ryan stared at the rift stitched with silk thread, and the engulfed landscape strokes.

The long knife protruded out quickly and pierced hard into the ground.

The tendency of the hunter's body to fly upside down stopped abruptly.

Falling to the ground suddenly, gravel rose into the air,

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Ryan wiped his face.

He pulled a wriggling blood red streak from the corner of his eye.

Ryan's hands were stained with blood, and the almost crazy bright red horses belonged to the divine power. Confronting the hunter was no less than a cutting machine working on rock.

No matter how rough and fleshy Ryan is, after charging again and again, there are still many not shallow wounds on his body.

However, the moment those red threads entered Ryan's body, they, and the curse contained in them, completely turned into air.

To be precise, it was the moment he came into contact with Ryan's blood!

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At this moment, in Ryan's hand, the bloody "worm" touched Ryan's finger touching the wound, and the finger was stained with his blood.

The next moment, it seemed to be frozen.

Crush the red thread vigorously.

The hunter raised his right arm and pointed to the eyeball in the sky.

".."

The body of the god expands and contracts again and again.

Even in silence, His beating body like a heart shook the ground in the air, and the ground trembled violently.

The ground is like a drum covered with human skin.

The frequency of the tremor seemed to be the wail of a madman, and in the sick, crazy silence, the hunter stomped his foot.

In an instant, the earth returned to calm.

But at the next moment when the trembling ground fell silent, Ryan frowned suddenly.

In an instant, the hunter jumped up!

"!"

hang your head.

I saw a bunch of "poppies" protruding from the ground, they "swayed with the wind", the eye-catching bright red and enchanting dance made people involuntarily attracted by them.

The blood-red area is still expanding!

The entire square became a sea of ​​blood!
It was a sea of ​​blood-colored flowers rapidly woven by countless red threads sticking out of the ground.

The rhizomes of the "flowers" protrude from the ground, they are morbidly twisted and entangled crazily, and their front ends are sharper than diamonds.

The god transformed the ground into his home field!
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Ryan stood there expressionless.

Under his feet, the cold butcher's knife supported him up.

Looking down at the ground.

Poppies are still growing savagely. I am afraid that it will not take long before poppies will become "red sorghum".

If this is the means of the gods.
Then, tear up all these things!
Ryan's blade-like brows stood upright, his face was suddenly bloody and ferocious, and his indigo eyes burst out with terrifying killing intent.

He stomped his feet suddenly, leaped high, held the long knife tightly in his right hand, and put it on his shoulder, and lowered his left hand-making a virtual grip gesture.

The ominous fluctuation distorts the surrounding space!
The air cracks and the light is distorted.

Divine power is brewing in his hands!

Subsequently.

Grip!
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"Ooh."

“Fun and interesting!”

The man with a handsome face was holding the manuscript paper, he laughed and wrote vigorously.

In front of him, the light curtain presents a thrilling fight.

"No"

"impossible!"

"impossible!!!"

The shrill roar made Merlin look sideways.

Turning his head, he saw on the coffee table, a "paper man" about ten centimeters across, looking at him in amazement, and howling in terror.

"Nothing is impossible, my friend."

Merlin laughed.

"It's funny, it's funny."

"It turns out that humiliating and teasing people is so interesting."

Merlin rested his chin on one hand, stretched out his hand, and flicked the paper man's head.

"Bah!"

In an instant, the paper man's head opened, and the bright red slowly spread,

"Ahhhhh!!!"

The paper man roared in pain.

"The pain remains, deepens, and never faints."

Merlin teased him with a laugh.

The voice is harmonious and melodious.

"My blessing, do you like it?"

"Look, friend."

"You will enjoy the joy of pain, and watch the gods you believe in being slaughtered."

"Ahhhhh!!!"

Accompanied by the wailing of the paper man.

Merlin laughed happily.

"Fun! So much fun!"

(End of this chapter)