I am creating a esoteric religion in London

Chapter 119 Leave
It was very difficult for Watson to draw the blade out of this rubber-like tight body, even though he had precisely avoided the opponent's ribs, the tip of the blade was slightly curled.

He looked at Gansel's blood slowly flowing from his heart, gathering under the opponent's body to form a pool of blood, which reflected the psychedelic light from the ceiling murals like a mirror in this dark environment.

Huh——Watson let out a long sigh of relief... It's so fucking comfortable!This feeling of killing legally under the watchful eyes of everyone is really refreshing! ! !

But when he got up, he still showed a guilty expression, as if he couldn't bear it and said to the others: "Sorry Nello, I couldn't control the sense of proportion in such an emergency just now. --hiss!"

Watson seemed to be pulling the injury on his back while standing up. The open skin and exposed flesh and blood were shocking, and fresh blood was flowing, making other people present subconsciously think that this was a new wound.

Croweite, who was more acquainted with him, stepped forward first, and with some cold little hands, he lifted Mr. John's skin that was peeled off like a book page, and stuck it back on the flesh and blood of his shoulder blade.She was chanting a piece of music with a brisk beat, her toes were also unconsciously pointing, her head was shaking slightly as if she was immersed in the music.

A warm and comfortable magic power was transmitted to Watson's back through her palm, and the cracked flesh and blood on the shoulder blade began to heal rapidly, and the muscle fibers on both sides of the cracked surface grew pink and tender granulation buds, intertwined with each other like a seam. The net makes the gap between the flesh and blood close again.

The epidermis and muscles were also gradually bonded together. In just a few seconds, Watson's uncontrollable shedding of skin and the injury he suffered from the opening of the hole completely healed.

But Clovette, who had finished all these tasks, looked pale, as if she had exerted a lot of mana all of a sudden, so that both her life and soul became weak. She suddenly felt dizzy, staggered and almost fell down. on the ground.

Fortunately, at this time, a strong arm stretched out from the side, hooking Clovette's shoulders so that she didn't really fall down—it was Mr. John who was also pale due to the excessive blood loss and the pain of the forced opening.

And Nello Bacchus has also come over, he spread his arms on the shoulders of the two, and the majestic mana of the heart was transmitted to the bodies of the two pale-faced people, allowing their hearts to beat vigorously, pumping out the rich Vigorous blood nourishes the feeble body.

"It doesn't matter, Chief Watson, you are doing the right thing. We have already seen Gansel's situation... He is obviously lost in the desire of Qizhi principles, and has lost what he should be born to be a human being." reason." Nello patted the shoulder of Watson who had regained some of his physical strength, "Sinking into secret desires and unable to control himself... Such a dangerous guy, even within our church, is strictly prohibited. Once they appear, they will be expelled from the sect! Not to mention that after Gansel lost control, he attacked his colleagues crazily—twice!"

Nello looked around the crowd, "As you all saw just now, Chief Watson obviously wanted to stop Gansel's self-harm, which can be said to save his life... But even so, Gansel is still unrepentant , To actually launch a secret transmission attack on my colleagues/churchmates/family members twice in a row! The last time I used the indiscriminate influence of Qizhi, intending to sweep us into it!!!"

"You say, Gansel like this really deserves to die?"

"As for Officer Watson, he is just a newcomer who has just come into contact with secret transmission knowledge. Facing the attack launched by Gansel, a mature first-order heart and enlightener, under the situation of being forced to protect himself, he did not control his actions. Accidentally killing Gansel... that is also reasonable and reasonable... Do you have any doubts?!"

The employees of Crossroads Hospital, they eat, live and work together, seem to be a kind and warm family... But the warmth is only on the surface, and they still operate independently. Only those who join the Crossroads Hospital as a family The members of the family can be regarded as a real family.

And other church members are always passers-by to them, especially those abnormal church members who are out of control and rationally deformed... From the moment they indulged in satisfying their secret desires, they were no longer inseparable. friends, but potential enemies!
All the people present are, after all, esoteric practitioners who have been in contact with the cruel nature of the world. The moment the esoteric scriptures invaded their minds, they were no longer ordinary mortals... Maybe they didn't even realize it themselves , their hearts have long since harbored taboo power beyond ordinary people, and imperceptible changes have taken place in a subtle way. They have begun to disregard life and gradually despise laws and regulations.

Therefore, regarding John Watson stabbing Gansel to death in front of everyone, the other five esoteric believers present did not feel any discomfort or abnormality. Crazy out of control... he really deserves to die.

"There is no problem at all. Ganssel not only hurt John frequently, but also planned to launch an offensive influence on us... John killed him as it should be." Even the laughing Clovitt thought so too, glancing at the body on the platform.

Gansel... Thanks to Croweite, I thought you were always alone in the corner, opening and closing your eyes. It seems that you are alone and have no friends. You plan to play with you when you have a chance when you go back. No To think that you would lose control in this dangerous underground and attack my good friend John! ! !I'm still waiting for John to invite me to taste the delicious cream of mushroom soup after working overtime tonight!Damn you, cough-pooh!

"Understood, keeping an out-of-control person in the church is like keeping a ferocious beast at home... You should eradicate this potential threat as soon as possible!" The little Ms. Marina said, her eyes A merciless radiance of reason shone in it.

And the instigator of everything, the murderer, said with a little guilt: "Well, it is a human life after all. Although Ganssel made mistakes, he has always been our church member. It is not a time of war, nor is he enemy……"

"Mr. Watson, you are wrong. Gansel's mistakes are not just attacking his teammates. Leaving aside this crime in Afghanistan, it is enough to be killed on the spot... His most serious problem is losing control! Uncontrollable The esoteric practitioners of their own desires are extremely dangerous existences for both our sect and the world. At first, they just changed their way of thinking and lost their rationality. However, with the unscrupulous indulgence Desire, follow the principles of crazy thoughts, then even their bodies will have strange distortions, turning into weird and terrifying monsters!"

"You said that we are not on the battlefield at the moment, which is also wrong! The world of esoteric transmission is a different kind of battlefield, it is the battlefield where we humans and Si Chen struggle... and a person who is out of control is more powerful than a traitor in the army." Even more dangerous!"

"So Gansel's death was purely his own fault. He only blamed him for not sticking to his inner sanity...Even if you didn't kill him just now, at the very least we have to imprison him, restrict his actions, and Prevent him from escaping and causing a greater threat to the outside world and the unarmed people!"

After hearing these words, Watson frowned slightly, but nodded slowly, "I understand."

He turned his head and looked at the blade-like ladder that had only been dismantled to a very small extent, and asked: "Since Ganssel is dead, we have no way to continue dismantling this blade-like ladder...Nello, what can you do?" Moving on? Do we have any other rope or something?"

Hearing this, Nello Bacchus just looked at the steel cable in his hand, even though he had carefully and slowly pulled the snare's sharp blade over just now, but even so, those blades that contained the sharpness of the blade still held the tough The steel cable was cut to the point where it was mostly worn out... With the current state of the steel cable in hand, it was no longer suitable for use as a rope bridge.

"Let's go here first for today's exploration, and the time is almost up. It is already a pretty good harvest to get these twelve sharp blades." Nello took off his windbreaker while talking, "Although Ganser It's out of control, but he's still a member of our church after all, so let me carry him back inside the hospital and bury him properly."

After all, no matter what, this is also a first-class material with both heart and enlightenment.

　The author of this treasure place feels that the writing is very poor, and if he writes it down, it will only be a plagiarized description of Mansu's scene... Let's quit first, it is interesting to have a copy of the interaction with the characters

　　
　
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