I am creating a esoteric religion in London

Chapter 220 Aging and Youth
The moth phase in his heart revived again, and old Michaelis's weakened body, which absorbed the nutrients of flesh and blood and turned it into lamp-burning oil due to the lamp phase, seemed to burst out with wild vitality again.

However, this is not enough. His body has been ravaged by the disputes between lamps and moths for so many years. Even though Faris would go to the town from time to time to harvest the lives of lonely old people and cook with the still fresh vitality. Even a nourishing meal cannot make up for the damage caused to the body by the aftermath of the sexual struggle.

The position of the light in the skull that the lamp phase had just sensed still remained in old Michaelis's mind. He knew that even if he no longer continued to display the strong light, those weak young esoteric cultists would not be able to completely escape from the lamp so quickly. Wake up from the influence of phase.

And through the previously observed distribution of light within the skull, he could detect at a glance that the ritual array used by this group of young esoteric cultists when they invaded was the crossroad ritual that all followers of the Twins of the Sea must learn.

This can be said to be the most basic low-level ritual. It can't even attract the attention of Si Chen's immortals. It's just because the array of the crossroad ritual exactly matches some of the powers of the Twins of the Sea that it has special powers. .

This also proves that this group of invading esoteric cultists are followers of the Twins of the Sea, which also means that they must have one of the three types of esoteric aspects of the cup moth.

And whether it’s the heart phase of vitality, the sweet and delicious cup phase, or the wild and passionate moth phase...the flesh and blood that contains the power of these three types of secret sexual phases are the nourishment that Old Michaelis urgently needs right now. Taste!

As long as I can successfully swallow the flesh and blood of one of them and absorb the power contained in digestion, my body will surely be able to quickly plump up and regain the vitality of my youth! ! !

Due to the end of the lamp phase and the loss of the suppression of mechanical reason, Old Millis' desire for the moth phase and the cup phase was completely aroused. At this moment, he only felt that his stomach was rumbling fiercely, and the proliferating granules were roaring with hunger. Thirst, even the aging moth residing in the skull is whispering words of temptation.

Maybe it's because the behavior of skin and flesh escaping from the body just now coincides with the moth's abandonment. Maybe the light phase that sticks to reason is injured, or maybe it's because the youth moth's offensive has inspired the aging moth's ferocity... At this moment The moth's whisper echoing in old Michaelis' head was unusually vibrating, far more alluring than the whispers in the past night.

The whisper in his head, as soft as the breeze and as thick as the moonlight, forced him to give up his reason, his fear of the night office, his task of raising sheep in the town, and he killed without scruples and spread his desires without any scruples. with fear!

Old Michaelis suddenly felt that the words of the intracranial moth were very reasonable, as if he was expressing his long-suppressed feelings - Fuck the night office!Wait until the sheep are fattened before you kill them!Today I must fully release the desire and hunger that have been suppressed for 18 years!
"First, swallow all the little guys in front of me, and then completely absorb the nutrients from Faris's bones, so that my withered body can regain its former strength... Then I can rush into the town unscrupulously and feed those who have been raised so well. All the fat and white sheep were slaughtered cleanly, and their blood was collected to arrange a gluttonous ritual, so that my cup-shaped appetite could grow even further!"

"As long as the cup phase can be promoted to the fourth level, with the cooperation of the cup and the moth, the annoying lamp phase will be completely suppressed."

"At that time, my mind will be able to maintain the heartfelt freedom it has now. This sense of freedom after breaking away from the shackles of rationality - it is really refreshing!!!"

"Such a great method, why haven't I thought of it for so many years?!"

"But...why did I want to leave those people who were storing food alive?"

Old Michaelis stumbled forward and ran forward while still having room to carry out his wandering reverie. Because the window in his skull had been shattered and blinded, he was also able to usher in the freedom of liberating his vision. Without vision, he would be free. free of visual constraints.

With the help of his remaining sense of hearing, smell, taste and touch, he can also feel the colorfulness of the cold world. The cold wind blowing against his face is mixed with the taste of blood, and the six-sided snowflakes that hit his skin with the wind make a crashing sound. The sound of the sound and the condensation of the splashing snowflakes made my skin tremble slightly. It was an indescribable and heterogeneous hunger and thirst impulse!
There was another scream of a firearm, but this time old Michaelis had already bent his arms to block the head. Although the strange-shaped bullet with a sharp blade directly penetrated the flesh and blood of the arm, it cleverly passed through the ulna and the head. The gap in the radius passes through.

But when it landed on his face, its power was inevitably weakened and its direction was deflected. It did not successfully hit the eye socket and penetrate into the skull. It was only embedded deeply in the facial bones and did not damage the brain at all.

"The blade on this bullet has become dull, and there is no moth-like magic attached to it..."

The bullet wound on old Michaelis' arm was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the pink flesh sprouts squirmed to fill the gap.

So he still had room for imaginative thinking, "No! Why did Little John's moth-like magic power just now make my body unable to help but practice abandonment?!"

"At that time, the abominable lamp phase still occupied a dominant position in my thinking, and the power of the lamp phase was still at its peak. Even my flesh and blood was flowing with the cold and ruthless nature of the lamp phase... But why did that boy John... The magic power of the moth phase can shake my life, ignoring the power of the lamp phase remaining in the flesh and blood, and directly triggering the flesh and blood that should be extremely strong in the secret power to run away in fear?!"

"Could it be..."

Even though old Michaelis's eyes were completely blind, he still unconsciously raised his head slightly due to this surprising mental turmoil, as if he wanted to look ahead in the distance with his empty eye sockets.

He felt the smell of rotten wood wafting in the wind, and he knew that damn boy John was hiding behind the rotting sprouting corpse.

Old Michaelis couldn't help but think in his heart: "Did John's moth phase reach the fourth level?! Otherwise, there is no way that with just a random shot, the attached moth phase mana can induce my body to become uncontrollable." Practice the principle of abandonment!" "But if that kid has really reached the level of the fourth-order moth phase, why didn't he just storm into the Cowell Hotel?"

"Such a young fourth-level secret messenger is a formidable enemy that even Farris and I, who are very old, cannot guarantee that we can definitely defeat."

"But he didn't do this. Instead, he chose to lurk and wait, joining forces with these weak guys... What is his real purpose?"

"Unless...this boy John can't control and use his moth phase power at will!"

"He must be suffering from a special secret disease just like me!"

Old Michaelis felt that he had deduced the real answer under the guidance of the fluttering wings of the moth in his skull. He couldn't help but feel complacent. It seemed that although his mind had been immersed in it for so many years, it was not completely rusty.

"The Moth Phaser who has reached the fourth level but is unable to exert his full strength... is simply a nourishing meal delivered to his door!!!"

The corners of Old Michaelis' mouth unconsciously turned up in an arc of ecstasy, "As long as I can completely swallow this feast of the fourth-order moth phase, my moth phase that I have been hungry for many years will definitely be able to grow again!!!"

"Perhaps... I can also use this to truly get rid of the dispute between the lamp and the moth, regain my lost health, regain my strength, and regain our family's ancient classics from the hands of the damn Night Service!"

The more Old Michaelis thought about it, the more excited he became. Even the pain that penetrated the metacarpal bones seemed to become pleasant. Although his body was aging, he was still much stronger than a mortal. Even at the cost of three gunshot wounds, his face was Completely bloody and bloody, he finally came within thirty yards of the weak group of secret messengers. The fragrant blood that filled the air was blown by the cold wind and hit his face, as if he could just stick out his tongue. Licking the familiar sweetness.

He immediately burst into a series of crazy laughter, and the moth phase's mana spread out along with the harsh laughter, causing the food that was about to wake up from the influence of the lamp phase to fall into the vibration of the soul again.

The wild and chaotic hum that can extinguish the rationality of mortals resounded in the minds of everyone in the Crossroads Order. The light in the skull that had just regained stability flickered fiercely again, but this strange flicker was not a symbol of intense thinking activity. More like the desperate cry for help from a dying person! ! !

Kairen Rido finally gave up his original disgusting behavior of expanding the back hole, and turned to exert force on his nostrils. The fingers covered with blood and filth were deeply inserted into the nostrils, and while digging, he exerted force outwards. The skin was pulled off by his forceful hook, and the foul-smelling blood dripped along his fingers and onto his lips.

Hehe, I'm really stupid, why do I have to exert force on the already very stretchable back hole? Even if it expands to the size of a fist, the opening power that can be obtained is extremely limited, but if I can use only one finger to open the hole, If the nostril hole is as big as a fist, wouldn't it be possible to harvest more enlightenment power?
The winter man is still lying in the snow, continuing to let the ice cold penetrate into his bone marrow, and using the power of the winter phase to control the tiny snow particles to flow into the seven orifices... I must forget my breathing and heartbeat, and put all my body and mind into it. All plunged into absolute silence.

If I could feel the pain of approaching death, I would surely have a deeper understanding of the winter phase. Only by experiencing the pain of ending and passing can I truly understand the mystery of the winter phase and know and appreciate the path leading to absolute silence. the way.

The Mothman, who was originally stiff and slow in his self-mutilation movements, has resumed the behavior of pulling at his own skin. Now he has completely pulled out all the hair and is groping on his bloody head, looking for the crack left just now, intending to start all over again. Start peeling off the covering.

The gray-green plants inside the corpse of the sprouting line suddenly jumped out, directly abandoning the broken corpse body, and jumping on the cold snow. The bulging corpse suddenly shriveled up, and then quickly became like black ice. Like melting.

After losing the cover of mortal corpses, the gray-green plants soon withered, turning into a bunch of dry tree roots and slowly rolling down the cliff, and the consciousness within them had returned to Mansu.

The broken bones of the broken zombie finally couldn't bear it any longer, and they disintegrated and fell inch by inch, just like soldiers removing pieces of armor, the corpses they housed melted, and the alien creatures returned to their native Mansu.

Only the lantern person Melanie had the most ferocious reaction. She felt as if her brain had been hit with a heavy hammer. She held her head in her hands and rolled on the ground, crying and wailing in pain.

The aging moth smiled contentedly. It raised its head and looked at the only young mothman who had not fallen down with its black hole-like eyes. The depths of the eye holes seemed to be shining with a bloodthirsty evil light.

However, the pale moth only chuckled and vibrated its scales.

"Finally it's just you and me."

(End of this chapter)