I am creating a esoteric religion in London

Chapter 216 A passionate and powerful enemy

Melanie turned around and saw John Watson controlling a simple projectile device to throw out detonators, but because the Cowell Hotel had completely collapsed, his movements also stopped.

Watson also felt the doubtful eyes of the 'brethren', so he explained:

"This is the machine I found on the road when I came here just now. I think it must be the slinging device that Brother Istvan made before to be able to bombard the Cowell Hotel from a long distance, so I used it directly."

After receiving such an explanation, everyone in the Crossroads Order suddenly understood and nodded.

They had just seen Brother John skillfully operating a precise yet simple machine to project detonators one after another. They thought they were items made by the other party, and were wondering when Brother John would have time to make such a sophisticated machine - - This is clearly the domain of the caster.

But the next moment they looked at the smoky ruins with lingering fear, and they couldn't help but tremble when they recalled the experience of losing control and being obsessed just now - such a strong glow, such a terrifying mental impact
They looked at each other and knew that facing such a powerful enemy, they must risk their lives today to have a chance of survival!
So they all injected the last vitality extraction liquid, forcibly dragged their exhausted bodies, and formed a crude crossroad array again. With the help of the heart perception given by the false fourth level, they immediately sensed that the collapsed and shattered ruins were still there. There was a faint heartbeat.

Their purpose of forming the array this time was no longer to try to wake up the sky, but to turn the gathered mental power into a protective shield, trying to use the sound of drums to invigorate the mind and at the same time guard against that or The strange glow that will strike again will protect the light in their skulls that has been swaying like a candle in the wind.

And in Melanie's view, although the heartbeat of old Michaelis was weak, it was by no means due to being attacked by the aftermath of the explosion - it was just because the rhythm of the heartbeat was still consistent with the rhythm she initially sensed and recorded. He didn't suffer any damage at all from this series of bombings!The other party's condition is still the same as when we first met! ! !
"Be careful, the opponent is not dead yet, and it is very likely that he has not even been damaged at all!"

She hurriedly reminded Brother John who had not joined the crossroad array with walking words. After the encounter just now, she had recognized the other party's ability from the bottom of her heart.

If Brother John hadn't arrived in time, woke us up with the aftermath of the explosion, and successively threw explosives to attack the Gowell Hotel, hindering Old Michaelis' further movements... maybe we would have been immersed in that strange world. He was so entranced that it was difficult to notice the situation in the outside world, and he was easily killed by that old Michaelis!
At this moment, Melanie also realized her shortcomings as a commander. It seemed that her combat experience was indeed not as good as that of this battle-experienced Brother John, so she tried to ask:
"Brother John, in your opinion, what should we do next?"

At the same time, she also fully revealed the existing information about the known enemies: "The old Michaelis, the owner of the Gowell Hotel, has at least a third-level or even a fourth-level light phase. Only then can we form an array in an instant." All dragged into the resonance of rapturous ecstasy.”

"At this moment, I can still feel the rhythm of the other party's heart beating as accurately as a clock. Obviously, even if the other party withstood the thunder bombardment we summoned, your repeated bombings just now, and the collapse of the hotel, it was not affected at all. "

"This means that the opponent either has an extremely powerful physique, possesses attributes such as Blade and Heart Cup, and is definitely not below the third level, so that he can withstand this series of attacks."

"Or there is an extremely sufficient amount of sex material that can support the continuous operation of the protective ritual."

"Or the other party possesses a powerful magic weapon to protect himself from the outside world."

Melanie tapped her toes to explain her point of view, while looking solemnly at the ruins ahead.

The hill-like pile of bricks and stones is gradually loosening, and it seems that a terrifying giant beast is about to break out!

Watson listened to Melanie's movements and words, and the solemn expression between his eyebrows became deeper and deeper. He couldn't help but recall the sense of oppression when he faced William McConaughey. At that time, he still relied on the Anti-Suppression Bureau. Only with his strength can he successfully arrest the leader of the Flash Blade Order.

But even the powerful anti-suppression bureau paid a heavy price in the process of arrest. Special suppression troops and logistics personnel were killed or injured.

And now the old Michaelis... seems to be more powerful than William McConaughey.

But the personnel of their Crossroads Order are obviously unable to compete with the Anti-Suppression Bureau... This seems to have fallen into some kind of desperate situation.But the blade in Watson's soul was trembling with excitement, and the sharp bayonet roared, expressing the desire to fight.

The moth inside the skull fell into a kind of crazy fanaticism. Its scales vibrated at a high frequency as if to throw away the broken wings, scattering a large amount of moth scales and sinking into the body.

'Why is my heart beating violently even though I have fallen into such a desperate situation? '

'Why does my blood seem to be boiling and hot? '

'Why does my inner self seem to be roaring and roaring, telling me to reveal everything about myself without reservation? ! '

Watson could hardly restrain his trembling body and trembling fingers, both because of the fear of encountering a powerful enemy and also because of his inner excitement.

'Sure enough, compared to those weaklings who are too weak to fight back, my heart still longs to fight with the truly strong! '

'Such a powerful body, such a tenacious spirit, such delicious prey...'

'Facing such a powerful enemy... I can finally show my true strength that I have suppressed all this time, right? ! ! ! '

Watson swallowed hard, but even if the desire to fight in his heart was as fierce as a fire, his rationality had not completely faded away. He was still reminding himself that he must not launch an attack rashly. He was not the opponent of old Michaelis at the moment. .

But if we can make good use of the five good 'religionists' in front of us and the two Mansu creatures who are forced to be loyal... we may be able to further weaken the power of old Michaelis.

Watson looked at the esoteric cultists who were trembling with fear and maintaining the crossroad ceremony, and thought in his heart: "We must squeeze out the last bit of value in the lives of these wastes."

"And when they all die, I will be able to display all my strength without reservation."

He looked inside at the pale moth residing in his skull, recalling the strange scenes in the past, which was definitely a strange ability that ordinary moths could possess.

It is far more powerful than other moth phases, and may have a profound secret that is inextricably linked to a certain Woodland Sichen.

Watson murmured in his heart:

"Moth in the skull, let me see your limits!"

　Something doesn't seem right

　　
　
(End of this chapter)