I am creating a esoteric religion in London

Chapter 301 Save Anna
Hidden beneath the pale hair is a pretty and charming face.

The shallow pear dimples at the corners of the mouth are blooming unquestionably.

The beautiful eyes curve upward like a terrifying arc moon.

Emma tore off the freshly cast wig on her head, and her manic laughter burst out uncontrollably again.

"Ahahahahaha... You didn't mistake me for Anna, right? Look at your disgusting face, excited and grateful, longing and sad, like a wounded and whining puppy... What a fucking laugh He’s dead!”

The girl could no longer suppress her carnival dancing laughter. She laughed unscrupulously at the embarrassed man. The glimmer of hope only flashed across the man's face, and instantly turned into deep disappointment... Hahaha, it's so funny. !It makes my stomach hurt from laughing!

Emma's unrestrained laughter seemed to overwhelm the rattling noises of the nineteen monsters, and her wild smile even attracted the side glances of the nearby insect-headed monsters. They nodded slightly to show their appreciation... Not bad, not bad, really good, it's a Good seedling for moth repair.

The newborn Morgan's smiling face that was about to bloom suddenly froze, as if the delicate and blooming flowers were about to encounter the bleak winter, and the bright petals had to wither in tears.

Its spirit and body are also so sluggish, and its expression of despair is like a drowning person who has finally torn off the last life-saving straw in his hand.

Tears as thick as blood slowly flowed out from the emerald eyes. However, along with the teardrops were two rays of light as sharp as needles, which pierced the right pupil of the smiling person in front of him as fast as flying needles. !

Although the newly born Morgan only inherited incomplete power, the lamp phase that stabilized the skull fell to the third level due to incomplete knowledge in his brain. However, the fourth-level heart phase, the third-level cup phase and the crucial third mark Still well preserved!
It is just weak, not really unable to resist!
The timid and cowardly appearance of the new student Morgan just now was just an act to delay time.

It takes a certain amount of time to extract the surging vitality from the new golden heart - whether it is to use the innate secret of rebirth of the emerald tree, or to add oil and shine to the weak lamp phase - this vitality is irreplaceable Lack of important fuel.

At this moment, the newborn Morgan separated a small part of the lamp and threw it into the dark green skull, bursting out with colorful solid light!
This turbid and dense light was mixed with all the heartbreak, hatred, anger and resentment that the old Winfres had endured that night... All these negative emotions were poured into these two rays of light. , vowing to make this hateful John Watson pay the price!

At the same time, more vitality was put into its new body. The intricate blood vessels in the body were dancing ferociously, and green stingers as sharp as thorns pierced the skin violently, like desperate drowning. The author tried his best to drag the people around him into the water - why am I the only one who has to suffer such a disaster? Even if I die, I will drag you, John Watson, with me! ! !

Although the dense glow in the pupils is not a real light, it does not have the speed of 30 kilometers per second.

But at such an extremely close range, the evil glow of dark green and red is enough to penetrate the target's pupils within 24/[-] of a second of the human eye's reaction time!
John Watson's black and white eyes were immediately stained with a dirty color, and he couldn't help but cover his bleeding right eye and roar.

And that fake mask-like smile has become particularly vicious because of this, and a strange green light is faintly flowing under the light skin - this poisonous pupil radiance can not only corrode the target's mind, but also It can directly corrode the target's body!
The new student Morgan did not think that this simple thorn in his pupils could kill the hidden John Watson on the spot - the opponent could not only summon nineteen intelligent aberration-like monsters, but also If you give orders at will, even if you use some ancient secret technique, your own strength will definitely not be any worse!

After all, the old self in the past had peeked at the opponent's soul several times, but could not find any abnormalities. This means that John Watson's strength has reached at least the fourth level or above, and he may even be awakened as well. The third mark... It is impossible for such a powerful secret messenger to fall down because of the temporary burst of light in my pupils.

But the method we really want to use is the secret technique of ring shirt inherited from the emerald tree! ! !

The newborn Morgan took advantage of the moment when John Watson covered his eyes and cried out in pain. The sharp thorns hidden deep in his skin and ready to go out immediately grew like countless slender earthworms after the rain. This half-human, half-plant Countless twisted tentacles have spread directly in front of the life form!

The moment these terrifying dark green tentacles emerged from the skin, they immediately spit out the green poisonous sting at the tip. The toxin is taken from the emerald tree's innate formula, which has the effect of accelerating the heartbeat, intoxicating the five senses, and confusing the spirit. It has the multiple functions of delicious flesh and corrosive flesh. It combines the triple effects of assistance, damage, and seasoning. It is an essential secret poison that countless ring-shirted creatures rely on to survive the difficult childhood period!
Although it has given up its natural moth phase due to its rebirth, the secret poison no longer has the effect of chaotic spirit. However, against John Watson, who is obviously of the moth phase, the chaotic spirit poisonous effect may be the same as that of stimulants. no difference.

Countless sharp poisonous stingers erupted with sharp wind-breaking sounds, all pouring on the target who was covering his eyes and screaming in pain. The stingers, as thin as cow hair, penetrated the thick and tough skin with great difficulty.

But filled with resentment and anger, they quickly twisted their slender bodies and drilled straight into the enemy's blood vessels, vowing to take root deeply in the sinful flesh and blood, absorb their nutrients, and use their blood to attack the enemy. meat!

The secret poison derived from the knowledge and equipment given by Huan Shi was indeed extremely powerful. John Watson, who was struck by the attack, was immediately immersed in the graceful and intoxicating illusion of his five senses. He even forgot about the pain of his right eye being shattered and allowed the mottled blood to flow from his pupil. Erupting from the depths.

And the countless dark green tentacles that grew rapidly from the pores of the newborn Morgan, which were only thicker than hair, were like the claws of countless life-threatening evil spirits grabbing at the blind mothman leader, and they pierced into this body one after another. The flesh and blood body containing unimaginable profound power began to take root, grow and extend fine roots. It took root among the pale bones and began to greedily absorb power and knowledge!

Under the further influence of the dark green tentacles, the blind leader of the mothman was completely lost in the illusion. He couldn't help but abandon his shame and took out the hidden pistol. He held the handle of the gun with both hands and fired it in a circle. trigger!
"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

“I can do whatever the fuck I want!!!”

A low roar and bullets fired in unison, dirty sparks exploded from the muzzle, and white gunpowder smoke spewed out!

The poor mothman leader seemed to be unable to help but pour all his life force into his ammunition. As the bullets continued to pour out, his body as strong as steel was rapidly emaciating and thinning at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Until both bullet bags were completely emptied and there was no more bullets to shoot, the Mothman who once masterminded everything finally fell down with regret.

He fell among the bullet casings on the ground, his body as haggard as a mummy.

And the new Morgan, who learned the ancient aberration-like secret from John Watson's head, slowly opened his arms like the cross of Jesus, and accepted the surrender of the nineteen insect-headed monsters in front of him with peace of mind, and listened to them shouting for the new king!
The new-born Morgan, who had roots as fine as needles all over his body, turned to look at the two trembling betrayers and just smiled.

"Rebels...will die!"

Nineteen deformed monsters immediately swarmed forward and tore the two betrayers into pieces as they turned to flee. There were faint screams of remorse among the splattered flesh and blood.

The newly born Morgan just closed his eyes and quietly savored the betrayer's mournful wail.

"Ah! What a sweet scream, what a poignant picture!"

“It’s so appetizing!!!”

………………

“It’s so appetizing!!!”

The newborn Morgan, wrapped in a dense ball of dark green wool, said with emotion, it is so excited at this moment that it wants to have a big fight!Coincidentally, among the insect-headed monsters that have completely surrendered to it, there happen to be a few who were born out of female cultists who once had wasp waists and buttocks... Although their skin has faded away, and their heads are deformed into nymphs, although Their private parts are stained with blood... However, this has another kind of weird and bizarre beauty!

Several aberration-like monsters that barely maintained their humanoid outlines seemed to be able to sense the restless thoughts of the new king. They immediately twisted their slender waists, took swaying steps, and used their fingertips with only white bones left in the new life. Lingling little circles were drawn on Wang's chest.

The slightly angular cold bone fingers held the emerald plant, and the rough bark trembled slightly. The smooth jade-like bone fingers formed a great contrast with the thick and cracked tree roots.

It involuntarily secreted a large amount of secret poisonous nectar to wrap itself and the aberration-like monster... The wine in the cup was billowing and leaping.

The new student Morgan was still seizing the time to release the influence of the cup, but little did he know that outside the dark green tentacles tightly wrapped around him, there were 22 laughing people enjoying its funny performance.

"Hahaha, you also said that rebels will die eventually. This idiot Winfrey is too funny!!!"

The girl laughed heartily, her laughter was so unruly and wild that the cost of using the lion hunting flintlock was further torn apart, and sweet blood flowed from the slender white palms.

"Hey, I'm so shy! I actually brought this piece of wood to someone else... I'm so disgusted. I haven't even tried this method before!" A pink-winged moth occupying the cup man's body said coquettishly.

The other moth who knew a secret unknown to the moth retorted: "Ugh - I'll fucking vomit to death, the red moth is pretending to be a pure little girl, don't think I don't know you were under the well in the forest before. What disgusting things have you done!"

But compared to these two idle monsters, the other aberrant nymphs were all immersed in this light-devouring feast. They murmured whispers of throwing away the light, and moved greedily like chewing and swallowing. There was something inexplicable. The power sucked out wisps of weak and colorful light from the dark green wool on the ground and sent it into their mouths.

"Hehe, this is the first time I have tasted honey-flavored Glow. It tastes really good. It has the inimitable deliciousness of Glow and the sweet and sticky texture of honey... It's really great!!! "

"Bah ba ba liu...yeah, you're right!"

"Yeah, this trip is indeed not in vain. It's still fun to hang out with Brother Black Moth!!!"

The strange clicking sound of scissors echoed in the dark underground headquarters.

The interesting black moth brother mentioned by the monsters walked forward silently.

Stretch out your trembling index finger through the dark green ball of wool, point it on the violently undulating chest, and circle it gently, just like the lingering circles of the bony finger embodied in the illusion by the half-human, half-plant life.

The fingertips swallowed the sharp blade magic power, and easily cut through the knotted pectoralis major muscles, cut through the tough tree bones, and gently tapped on the pulsating gelatinous golden heart, like a A heart-shaped ball of pudding appears with faint ripples when you click on it.

The golden heart seemed to have been waiting for his touch for a long time. It immediately broke free from the constraints of the dark green roots and blood vessels and jumped into his palm.

The pain of heartbreaking could not awaken this half-human, half-plant life. It even thought that it was just the pain derived from pleasure, or perhaps the pain derived from pleasure.

But without its heart to continue to supply power, its false dream of a cup soon disappeared, and the dark green tentacles on its body twisted and fell off... It was as bare as a newly born baby.

The new student Morgan suddenly woke up from his dream, overwhelmed by an unprecedented cold and weak feeling.

As soon as it opened its eyes, it saw that its most precious golden fruit and its most important heart were gradually moving away... like a deceived daughter, it followed the sentimental and uncaring scum away from itself.

Due to the gradual erosion of the shadow of death, Morgan's consciousness also fully awakened as if returning to the light.

The primitive instinct of the emerald tree, the remaining mottled influence, the idiosyncratic desires of the secret sexual nature... these messy thoughts all left him.

At the last moment of the brief rebirth, the consciousness of this half-dead, half-human, half-plant life form has returned to its original state... He is no longer the unscrupulous cult leader, but just a man who risked his life to save his beloved daughter Anna. An ordinary father who studies invisible arts.

The abnormal green color in Winfrey's eyes faded away to look like ordinary naked eyes. Due to the lack of heart, the blood stopped flowing, and no matter how hard he breathed, he could not relieve the lack of oxygen in the brain.

His head was getting dizzy and his vision was getting darker.

But even though death was about to completely submerge him, he still struggled hard to look at the retreating figure, looking at the golden fruit that he had condensed with his own efforts... The fruit contained the power that could save a poor girl. hope.

Winfrey used his last breath of strength to whine:

"P-please John, save Anna, just a small piece of fruit... please..."

Watson slowly turned around and looked at the man whose body was gradually decaying like a piece of rotten wood.

He weighed the fruit in his hand, pondered and thought seriously for five seconds, and finally looked at the pleading man and nodded seriously.

"No problem at all!"

"Thank you..." Winfress, who had insisted not to take his last breath, finally showed a satisfied smile, quietly waiting for the cold darkness to swallow him completely... As long as Anna can be saved, even if it means sacrifice So what about my life.

However, before he completely lost consciousness, the last scene he saw was that the treacherous guy John Watson actually swallowed the golden fruit in one gulp! ! !

Watson touched his belly and burped, "It tastes really good."

You, you fucking - Angry Winfrey is dead.

(End of this chapter)