I am creating a esoteric religion in London

Chapter 23 Blood of the Indulgent
Watson was about to step over the threshold, and he seemed to be able to see the light in front of him in his lowered eyelids.

But he suddenly felt a heavy pressure on his back, accompanied by the scorching heat, as if two pairs of red iron tongs were firmly binding him!

"It's Harris?!"

Watson opened his eyes suddenly, looked down and saw four scorched arms with lingering flames, grabbing him and locking him to death.

He smelled the fragrant barbecue smell again in his nostrils, crackling sniggers came from his ears, an uncontrollable appetite arose in his heart again, burning pain came from the skin of the back of his neck, and the flames seemed to be licking him and igniting his chest by the way. hair.

That's fine, but the point is that this damn Harris is shaking! ! !
The painful stimulus suppressed his appetite, and the embarrassing anger caused Watson to break free temporarily. He bent his arm back and pulled the trigger again and again, and the roar of the gun at very close range made his ears buzz.

A painful roar came from the back of his head, as if a little bit of warm blood was splashed on his body.

Harris, who looked like a giant beast, let out a deafening roar, and the four arms as strong as iron hoops began to squeeze inward, and the muscles of the arms swelled and violently cracked the scorched skin, revealing pink and tender muscle fibers between the skin and flesh.

The bones made a crisp sound as if they were overwhelmed, and then the powerful force lifted Watson on the spot, threw him a few meters away, and slammed into the wall of the hall like a broken sack. Falling onto the extinguished fireplace.

Watson gritted his teeth and tried to endure the pain. The bones all over his body were screaming like tears, but his arm holding the gun was still as stable as before. He was aiming blind but somehow he was able to lock on Watson's position, like a burning plane. Harris rushed over like a heavy tank, with weak fireworks and whistling metal spewing out from the barrel.

The blunt-tipped bullets poured down on Harris's face like a short shower, and its sharp, almost knife-edge perception immediately reflected the specific conditions of the injury in his skull.

Teeth shattered, tongue broken, nose bone shattered, cheeks perforated, jaw amputated... Those fiery and cold metals are like annoying little bugs burrowing into one's flesh and blood again, playing a somersault inside Jumping back and forth, the rotten wood inside the skull, which seemed to be eaten by termites, gradually became hollow.

Harris covered his face with four hands in pain, and there was a wailing sound between his fingers.

And Watson's ammunition has also been exhausted. After all, this is London, not Fulstein. It is impossible for him to go out with a large base of ammunition.

He discarded the revolver without hesitation, turned around and took down the two decorative weapons hanging above the fireplace—thanks to Harris’ pursuit of quality of life, even the decorative weapons are top-notch boutique.

These two weapons are light/heavy cavalry swords of the classic style in 1796. The blades are straight, thick and sharp, and the blades are still as sharp as before when they are properly maintained, and the cold silver light flashes by.

The sound of clang drawing a knife reminded Harris. Its ear flaps trembled slightly, and it immediately recognized the location of another annoying big bug through the sound waves.

It rushed towards the source of the sound fiercely, like a violent European brown bear. I believe that even if it is blocked by a huge boulder in front of it, it will tremble because of it!
But Watson was actually deliberately causing the noise just now. In fact, he had already bent his knees and bent down, and the silent cat moved aside with his toes.

When Harris slammed into the empty fireplace with precision, Watson was already sprinting with horizontal knives overlapping his side, and passed by the violent Harris.

Boom!The brick fireplace was smashed to pieces by Harris's copper head, splintering bricks and filling the air with dust.

At the same time, there was a ripping sound—the blade cut a deep gash on Harris' round belly, cut through the burnt crispy skin, passed through the fat and thin muscles with snowflake texture, and went deep into the abdominal cavity.

A large amount of blood and grease splashed out from the rolled flesh, spilling all over the ground.

The original fresh and hot half of the nine-turn large intestine fell out of the opening, and incompletely digested food residues flowed out from the opening, and the air was immediately filled with a strong pungent smell.

Watson turned his head and saw Harris was dizzy and staggering under the influence of the reaction force.

He saw that inside Harris's skull like a cracked coconut, the warheads that should have been embedded in the brain had all disappeared, and those sunken potholes had all been restored to their original state!
"Resilience is so strong... The salamander is not as strong as you!"

Seeing that Harris has not yet recovered from the sequelae of the concussion in his head, Watson still used the old saying, kill you while you are sick!

He kicked Harris in the inner socket of his knee with a big kick, forcing the opponent to kneel down on one knee, and suddenly jumped high and almost touched the ceiling. The pink and tender nerve organs that were still throbbing pierced in fiercely!

This blow had already injured Harris' nervous system. He was speechless and unable to roar in pain. His huge body twitched like an electric shock. His four arms seemed to be soft and boneless, and he seemed to have eyes behind him. Normally, four fists pounded Watson's chest with precision!
Before Watson could stir the mass evenly, he received a blow from the opponent's dying struggle, as if he had received a heavy punch from four levels of boxers: featherweight, light weight, middle weight, and heavy weight at the same time.

The ribs seemed to be torn apart, the heart seemed to stop beating in an instant, a mouthful of fishy sweet breath rushed into the throat, and the whole person flew upside down, spitting out a large pool of hot blood in the air.

Watson fell from the wall again, the pain engulfed the darkness and invaded his field of vision, his eyes turned black, and the weakness and weakness began to expel the vitality in his body...

"No... you can't just fall down like this... Harris hasn't been dealt with yet..."

Using tenacious will as fuel, Watson forcibly dragged the dying body up.

Harris is still madly attacking the surrounding air, waving his four arms and making the sound of howling and piercing the wind, just like a high-speed spinning top... But in fact, it has completely lost its senses and senses, and instead pulled the plug in its head while spinning. The blade on the knife exacerbated the injury, but it was an act of self-destruction.

But Watson didn't dare to pin the dawn of victory on the self-mutilation of the enemy. He gasped heavily, feeling as if he couldn't breathe in oxygen no matter how hard he tried, his brain lost energy supply, and his thinking speed became slower and slower...

He struggled to find a broken plank from the ground, maybe it was part of the floor, maybe a part of the sofa, maybe it was... It doesn't matter anyway.

The important thing is that the broken plank is long enough and the cut is sharp enough, like a flat spear or a straight long rapier.

With the last of his strength, Watson slowly put this crude weapon with high hopes into Harris's head, and twisted it 180 degrees clockwise!

The movements of the Roshan monster stopped abruptly, and its huge body shook violently, as if it was convulsed by an illness, and the fat on its body appeared in waves.

Watson is no longer able to hold the weapon, but he will not fall down if he dies. I just want to watch you Harris die, so I can feel at ease!
Maybe 1 minute, maybe 3 minutes... Watson couldn't tell the time.

but!

That damned Harris finally stopped convulsing, it was still falling down... Kneeling on the ground, arms hanging down on his knees, his horrifying face turned towards the courtyard, his bloody mouth opened slightly as if about to cry out, or as if It's confession, it's an apology to someone.

Watson finally heaved a sigh of relief, and his energy seemed to escape him with this breath. He staggered and sat on the ground, his consciousness drowsy, as if he was about to fall into eternal sleep...

Suddenly, there seemed to be a wind blowing to extinguish the last candle. Watson fell into complete darkness. Going away from him, so does the passage of time.

"so tired……"

Watson was probably tired, and fell asleep as soon as his head sank.

In the dream, he seemed to have returned to his carefree childhood. His parents who died in a car accident were still alive. After finishing his school day, he ran out of the school with the tinkling of the school bell, crossed the mountain road, and caught up with the sunset. before returning home.

As soon as he entered the house, he shouted loudly: "Mom, I'm back! Can I eat, I'm so hungry——"

"Wait!" He sniffed carefully and smelled the fragrance from the patio, "It smells so good, mom, what are you cooking?"

The mother, whose eyes were not yet wrinkled, smiled without saying a word, and brought out a casserole with a strong aroma like a substance from the kitchen.

"Wow, what a beautiful soup!"

He cried out in surprise, the fragrant and delicious soup lingered at the end of his nose, making his mouth salivate, and he couldn't help swallowing a mouthful of saliva.

His mother smiled faintly, and served him a bowl of hot soup in a small delicate celadon bowl. In the bowl, there were dots of golden-colored oil flowers floating in the bowl, and a few bright red goji berries floated and sank in the milky white chicken soup.

He could no longer suppress his hunger and thirst, and regardless of the scalding heat, he picked up the bowl and drank it in one gulp.

"It's fragrant, sweet, and delicious!"

After eating the soup, he didn't seem to feel the heat, but felt that everything in his body was warm, and he seemed to be bred with infinite energy.

delicious!delicious!delicious! ! !

He took one bowl after another, but he still felt that it was too slow, so he simply picked up the casserole, raised his head to the sky, and let the delicious and sweet soup flow into his mouth like a waterfall, mixed with blood-red goji berries in the waterfall .

The soup in the pot seemed to be endless, and his belly also seemed to be endless.

The hunger and thirst were finally satisfied, but perhaps the soup was too nourishing and hot, and he felt his mouth dry and his hands itchy.

Suddenly there was severe pain in the abdomen, and the 26 goji berries swallowed with the soup seemed to be throbbing in the stomach, shouting loudly, singing in the stomach!

The sound is piercing and screaming, but it seems to be telling a shocking secret, which can only be spelled out with the right ink... because it is the secret of the red cup!

Another mysterious and obscure secret biography poured into the skull, and the scriptures were like rich fruits full of juice.

…………

Watson opened his eyes, and in front of him was still the messy living room.

The charred and huge corpse was still kneeling beside it, but it was headed by the owl at some unknown time, and the chubby head was nowhere to be found.

He suddenly realized that his hand was heavy as if he was carrying something heavy, and when he looked down, he saw a skinny head like a skeleton in his hand, with dry hair entwined between his fingers like weeds, a broken tongue hanging out, and a spot like a skull on his neck. The jagged cuts that gnawed like a beast.

Watson unconsciously licked his chapped lips, and the tip of his tongue brought back a mellow sweetness.

He suddenly came to his senses.

"Oops, how should I explain this to Charlotte?"

　Originally, the author intended for Watson to obtain the secret biography of the cup through other methods, but the attention of the book friend [Kanshu 5343] reminded me.

　　That being the case, let Watson drink the blood of the indulgent!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)