I am creating a esoteric religion in London

Chapter 215 Fall?destroy!
First there was the incandescent and violent lightning of the thunder from the sky, and then there was the dazzling light bursting out of the Gowell Hotel at this moment.

This continuous bombardment of dazzling light made the five esoteric cultists of the Cross Road Order burst into tears - the tear glands secreted moist liquid under the stimulation of the strong light, trying to protect the fragile pupils of the eyes that suddenly entered the strong light environment.

This strange light coming from the owner of the Gowell Hotel was so strong and violent that it was like the glow condensed into thousands of sharp arrows. This torrential rain of arrows struck the five esoteric believers like flying arrows. And two corpses filled with life.

The radiant rain was not clear, but rather sticky and filthy, showing a mottled color like flesh and bones.

This dazzling glow also seemed to be some kind of cruel life, twisting its deformed invisible body of light, easily piercing the tangible flesh, penetrating the skin and skull, and heading straight towards everyone's consciousness.

A certain resonance that is indescribable in words lit up the skulls of the members of the Crossroads Order.

They all invariably felt some kind of overflowing indescribable hunger and thirst in their hearts. It seemed that their persevering souls also broke through a tiny crack due to the dazzling evil light. Desire seems to be able to break free from the shackles of reason.

Pupils are the windows that reflect the soul - their eyes are also colored with fanaticism due to the strangeness in their hearts. It is an alternative desire, a pursuit of knowledge and the unknown, and a desire for higher-level taboo knowledge. .

As a result, their dance steps became more and more enthusiastic. It seemed that as long as they practiced the principles desperately, they could draw enough strength and knowledge from them to push their souls to a higher level... I'm sure they would be able to obtain it by then. Deeper and higher secrets.

Their emotions are becoming more and more high, their souls, bodies and minds seem to be trembling wildly under the power of the principle, and the light in their heads is getting stronger and stronger. However, the light has been mixed with other colors, which is a heterogeneous restlessness. .

But this was not their intention. As the dance became more and more vigorous, reason seemed to flow out of the pores with sweat.

The dancing frequency of the four peripheral esoteric cultists became more and more intense. They seemed to have difficulty controlling their bodies and limbs, and the vibration of the leather drums around their waists became more and more crazy. However, there was never a sound of drum beating, nor a trace of mental power. Pass it to Melanie in the center of the crossroad array.

The mental mana that is constantly growing with the rhythm of the dance is all accumulated in the leather drum, the magic weapon. The front and rear drum heads gradually expand, and it seems that too much mana is being accommodated and it is unbearable.

But the lost soul dancer continued to dance, the dance steps were unprecedentedly brisk, and the sweat was dripping like raindrops, but the endless power emerged in the heart, making the dance never stop.

With a bang, the already swollen and round leather drum suddenly exploded under another excited slap from the four people, and a big hole opened in the drum head, as if it had been penetrated by a sharp weapon.

The mental power inside was completely leaked out, and a miasma like dirt spread between the wind and snow.

As the psychic dancer moves, he inevitably inhales the uncontrolled psychic power leaked from himself and his fellow believers.

This trembling breath did not replenish their lost physical energy. Instead, it converted into a mental influence, forcing them to continue dancing, sweating and stamina... until the moment they died of exhaustion.

The two corpses responsible for guarding could not withstand the weird and terrifying glow. Although they did not dance endlessly, the alien souls residing deep in the body of the deceased would inevitably have strange feelings.

They are not ordinary people. They have another set of special senses to perceive the waking world. At this moment, in their perception, everything in the world seems to be emitting more intense light and more vivid colors.

The falling winter snow becomes more and more transparent, and the thin hexagonal crystals falling slowly are like countless tiny lenses, reflecting and refracting to emit colorful lights, like a flickering mirror.

And these colorful snowflakes also seem to hide ascending knowledge, which is other knowledge that is different from the esoteric knowledge that mortals study and learn - advanced knowledge that is more suitable for their species.So the two corpses stared obsessively at the slowly falling snowflakes. They couldn't help but stretch out their vines and bone claws, trying to take the snowflake-shaped runes containing knowledge and power into their mouths, and enjoy the knowledge contained in them. .

Even Melanie, the most steadfast and strong-minded Lamp Tantric cultist, could not resist the attraction of the light.

She only felt that the lamp in her skull was being illuminated by the glow of the Cowell Hotel. The lamp in her skull shone brighter, and her thinking became clearer and clearer. It seemed that it was gradually rising, as if it were rising. See more colors and gain insight into the truth between heaven and earth.

'Ah, that's it, I understand, I understand, I'm starting to understand all of this -'

At this time, an explosive tube was thrown from far below the cliff, and a weak spark burned at the end of the slender lead.

The round tube-shaped explosive tube passed through the air and fell not far away from the entranced members of the Crossroads Order. The fuse finally burned to the end.

When the gunpowder in the tube meets sparks, it is like a hungry wolf meeting a debauched prostitute. It will inevitably explode at the first touch.

A loud explosion shook up the snow, and even the falling snowflakes were shaken away. The blazing wind wave pushed away the oncoming wind, carrying a faint heat wave and impact and hitting the members of the Crossroads Order who were dancing in ecstasy.

They were immediately thrown to the ground, and their cochleae buzzed with annoyance due to the intense impact.

This can't help but interrupt their pursuit of knowledge and power, causing their spirits to fall into confusion, a dizziness that is exactly the opposite of fanatical sobriety.

The pain of the body awakens the addicted spirit, and the fear of death overcomes the strange fascination.

As the members of the Crossroads Sect struggled to get up, their eyes had returned to true clarity, instead of the confused and fanatical look just now.

Melanie was the last to wake up, until the zombies tied her behind her back and ran away wildly. They beat her face crazily with vines until her cheeks were red and swollen but she still didn't respond. They had no choice but to strangle her throat tightly to stop her. The flow of blood.

A strong sense of suffocation rushed into the brain of the most fascinated esoteric cultist, and his body twitched violently in response to stress. Only then did Melanie fully wake up.

Her face turned red and she coughed frequently. When she woke up, she heard the continuous blast of gunpowder ringing in her ears. When she looked up, she saw burning gunpowder tubes flying towards the Gowell Hotel, three hundred yards away.

The Gowell Hotel, which was already in danger, shuddered even more violently during the successive bombings, and was finally completely shattered and collapsed with a loud bang.

The Cowell Hotel, although not fallen, was destroyed.

However, in the smoke and dust rising into the sky, the weak heartbeat has not stopped.

(End of this chapter)