I am creating a esoteric religion in London

Chapter 135

Nello said and snatched the secret biography book from Watson's hand and the box.

And Watson looked at the actions of his old subordinate, and suddenly lost his mind.

The whisper of the moth in the skull echoed inappropriately again in my mind.

"Yo huh?! He dared to snatch our things in front of us?!! Take away the key for us to continue to climb?!"

"Can you bear this? I can't bear it!!!"

"Is it because we have been pretending to be too honest and cowardly lately? So that even Nello dared to dance on top of our heads?!"

"It's fucking fake, if we keep on pretending, we'll all have to get under Winfreys' crotch and suffer the humiliation of that crotch!!!"

"Why don't we just keep doing it, and take advantage of the fact that Neluo's back is facing us, let's tear off the disguise and act first! First shoot and kill him, and then get back the spoils we deserve, and then Slowly taste his flesh and blood, and draw his strength!!!"

The moth in the skull was clamoring frantically, constantly instigating... But this time, Watson actually felt that what the other party said made a lot of sense.

The dark ferocious beast in his heart that should be full and satisfied because of the killing just now is still restless at this moment, roaring frantically with hunger in his heart... It seems that those simple killings and mortal lives can no longer satisfy the strangeness in Watson's heart. qualitative desire.

He is now like a diner who has just finished the hors d'oeuvres... his appetite has been whetted!
Even the blade form in the soul body, which is always happy to fight against the moths in the skull, this time gave out a buzzing sound of approval, bursting out like a clashing sound of swords and swords, urging the host to take back the hidden book. A secret biography book about the secrets of climbing and advancing.

Encouraged by Moth and Blade, Watson unconsciously touched the reloaded Colt revolver at his waist. The qualitative desire to kill burns hotter!

His rational superego is still struggling with the last remaining strength, and he keeps dissuading him: "Calm down, calm down, Watson, Nello took those books for our sake, and these books are also placed inside the hospital. We will be able to touch it sooner or later, why are you in a hurry?"

The superego made sense, but Watson had already pointed his gun at the back of Nello's head, and he was thinking about other things at the moment.

"Nello is obviously a esoteric believer with both heart and blade appearance, and it is very likely that both the heart and blade appearance have reached the second-order level, and the vitality must far exceed that of ordinary people... Maybe it can already be compared with the original distortion patrolman. Lance is comparable, so I have to go for a fatal blow when I make a shot at this time."

"But Nello's back is facing me now, so that the back of his head is exposed. I can completely empty the magazines of the two guns in two seconds."

"Even if it's like this, I can't kill him on the spot, at least he will be seriously injured... At that time, I will use the magic power of the moth to pour all the magic power into the back of the hole, so that he will throw away his bones and flesh, and let the mixed brain be wanton. Dancing wildly!"

"Hey, this plan is really good, let's do it like this!"

For a moment, Watson couldn't tell whether the voice echoing in his head was his real thoughts or the bewitching whispers of the moths in his skull, but he did feel that this was a good plan, which could use the secret messenger's death To satisfy the hunger and thirst in the heart, and also to harvest the secrets of Si Chen who continue to climb upwards.

Nelo, don't blame me, it's fine if you didn't find the Marruvim puppet this trip, but you still want to snatch a book about the Secret Tale of the Blade after you finally found it.

Since you can't satisfy my desire for power, please satisfy my killing hunger for a little bit!

Thinking of this, Watson's facial muscles suddenly twitched, and the corners of his mouth curled up, as if he was smiling... But the magnitude and frequency of the muscle twitches seemed to be the same as the flapping wings of the snickering moth at the moment. The magnitude is the same.

"That's right, who told you, Nello, to take away our precious Secret Legend of the Blade, which is the key to our pursuit of great power!"

Although Watson felt that some logic seemed inappropriate and reasonable, although he didn't understand why his forehead was dripping with sweat at this moment, the arm holding the gun was trembling tremblingly, and even letting his index finger rest on the trigger seemed to be a little bit uncomfortable. Already exhausted...but at least he finally got the trigger, now all he has to do is pull!
"That's right, that's right, just pull the trigger! Kill Nello first, and then learn the secret from the book The Secret Biography of the Advanced Blade. We will carry his body back and say that we were ambushed by the gang. In order to save us, Nello The tragic sacrifice provoked a dispute between the Crossroad Hospital and the gang, and plunged London into war and chaos..."

"We can also draw enough power of principles from this deceit and struggle, so that Xiaoba and I can go one step further...then we will become stronger!!!"

"Yeah, it makes sense. Since Nello failed to fulfill his promise to complete our hearts and take away our secret biography of the blade, it is indeed reasonable and reasonable for us to do so!"

Watson thought so, but felt the muscles all over his body tremble even more, making it extremely difficult for him to pull the trigger, as if there was a guy as strong as him pulling in the opposite direction... Then Who is it?Is it the rational superego?Or is it true self?

"Sir Watson, I found it!"

While he was hesitating and struggling with the tug-of-war with his inner thoughts, Nelo, who was rummaging through boxes and cabinets to search for crates, suddenly picked up the familiar strange puppet, and said happily: "With this puppet, your secret transfer of the heart will be able to go smoothly." I fully understand it, and then I will apply to the leader for you, and let him open the database of the first-order blade secret biography for you... With your personality and experience, practice this blade secret biography of fighting and resistance, It must be twice the result with half the effort!"

"In addition, the church has also encountered some difficulties recently, and we need to take some drastic measures to solve the troubles... It is just suitable for you to practice the principle of the blade, and it will not even take a month at that time. You can fully comprehend the secret transmission of the first-order blade."

"Then I will apply for the release of the information of the second-level secret biography of the blade for you, and you can also be promoted to the second-level secret of the blade... With this strength as a base, I will transfer the command of the expedition team to you. You, after you have established a certain amount of prestige, I will be able to hand over the position of deputy leader to you."

"Haha, I'm not afraid of your ridicule. In fact, since you joined in, I have been thinking of finding an opportunity to hand over the position of deputy leader to you... After all, in my heart, sir, you are the most suitable for the position of deputy leader. Candidate, your ability surpasses me by many times, the leader can get your assistance, and he will definitely lead our church towards that bright future!"

Nello seemed a little ashamed to speak. When he said this, he kept his back to Watson, and didn't dare to look directly into the officer's eyes... He was afraid that his arrangement would make the officer feel uncomfortable, as if he was being manipulated .

So he couldn't see the gun raised by the officer behind him and began to slowly lower it.

Now that Nello has found the Marruvim puppet, my stagnant progress of the secret biography of the heart can also continue to advance, and will also apply for the information of the secret biography of the blade for me-then I pursue the path of great power It seems to be moving on.

And there are more difficult things to come?Does that mean there are more fresh lives waiting for me to harvest?The trouble that even the Crossroads Mission finds embarrassing... is that the enemy who has practiced Secret Biography? !I can finally experience the thrill of killing occultists again!

That is to say, even if I don't kill Neluo at this moment, I just need to endure for a while, and I can also gain more powerful power and the satisfaction of killing? !
So why am I still killing Nello?After all, in my plan, he has other uses...Little moth, do you think I'm right?
Watson smiled silently as he stared inward at the moth in his skull, exhausted from trying and failing to influence his mind.

It's just that his smile was extraordinarily pale and powerless because of this psychological struggle, as if he had just ended a tragic battle and ushered in a difficult victory.

　I originally wanted to write that Watson is gradually losing his mind under the influence of secret biography, but it seems that something is wrong

　　
　
(End of this chapter)