I am creating a esoteric religion in London

Chapter 396 Flame Fist

A thousand feet in the air, perhaps simple numbers cannot describe the horror of this height.

But if corresponding reference objects are added, then the horror of this thousand-foot height can be more clearly presented.

If one thousand feet is converted into a flat building with ten feet per floor, it would be a high-rise building with a hundred floors. The highest-rise buildings will be completely hidden in the white in some cloudy and foggy weather.

When a normal adult weighing 70 kilograms falls from this height, it will take nearly eight seconds to completely fall to the ground. The impact kinetic energy generated at that time can reach more than 20,000 joules!

Almost the same as being hit head-on by a train traveling at up to seventy miles an hour! ! !

If a mortal falls unprepared from a thousand feet in the air, he can actually give up hope of survival and only need to look back at the past regrets and unwillingness in the last eight seconds of his life.

Then you can recite the name of your loved one silently in your heart... I hope that the other person will not remain rational after seeing your broken body, and will not immediately spit out the last night's midnight snack that was spilled on your body. On the remains.

But at this moment, the two mothmen who were falling rapidly from the sky in the ancient tomb battlefield were obviously not helpless mortals.

Watson immediately changed to a lying position and spread his arms to increase wind resistance to slow down his fall and reduce the impact of free fall due to gravity acceleration.

At the same time, he did not forget to turn his head and observe the male dancer Mary Morstan who was connected to his palm through the abnormal intestinal band.

"Is your sudden aberration caused by this thing hidden in your body?"

Mary Morstan's body was already the graceful temptation of the past. The charred skin all over her body fell off in the slow falling wind, and pieces of charred skin floated to the sky below.

Qi Hui looked at the male dancer who seemed to have not completely lost consciousness, knowing that the safety of the situation in front of him, such as the rapid fall from low altitude, could only be solved by himself.

But in the same way, that power will interfere with the spirit and body of the host under any influence.

I looked at the small alien animal bones being gradually placed on the bottom, and an ancient and solemn flag stood directly above us. Although the spear tip at the top of the flag was covered with dark red blood, it was still as sharp as new. Radiating the bloody brilliance of that desert.

"Besides, after the repeated attacks by the lions guarding the mausoleum, Sebastian's body has not been riddled with holes. You must have been using the power of the moth to put away the pain and suffering for me. That strong body has long since Just look at it being burned in the scarlet flames... It is impossible to withstand the force of falling from a thousand feet low, and it will definitely be broken into pieces the moment it hits the ground!"

The strange purple eyes hidden on the male dancer’s open scar are secretly peeking at Watson!

The crack on the forehead that had not healed for many years suddenly opened, like a slightly wide mouth smiling evilly.

But such terrifying power only consumes the true influence stolen from the tears of the Extraordinary Head: a large part of the trembling cold power, which is so violent that Watson's spirit is constantly shaken. The influence of the casting still retains a small amount of power in the intense cold.

My mental state has already grown to the seventh level, and I haven't even finished studying the secret technique of eternal sleep!

"With or without the assistance of wingsuits, even you are sure that you will be able to dodge those skeletons shining with ancient glory and land safely in the blood-colored sand that may be softer or easier to see."

It is no different from the pure orange flames that the ancient lions exhaled scarlet flames spurting out. Although the pillar of flames is subtle, it also contains a power that cannot be seen at a glance, like a heavy fist of flames slamming into the withered desert above.
This is the influence stolen from the Mansu. The blazing power in it possesses a power of transformation that is unmatched by mortal creatures in the waking world. That power even considers micro-breakthroughs of the limitations set by Si Chen. To break through the limitations of withered power is to interfere with matter and reality under any influence!

But knowing whether it was an illusion, Watson always felt that the scars blooming on the male dancer's body seemed to hide a blur of purple light that was so rich that it was difficult to dissolve, and there seemed to be no strange eyes flashing past in the depths of the light. Moreover, the male dancer's arms have also been completely deformed. With the elbow as the axis, the ulna and radius of the upper arm have been united like scissors that open and close.

Thanks to the golden fruit carefully incubated by Winfres Morgan, the leader of the Crossroads Order, before swallowing this fruit containing huge and incomparable vitality, Watson's mind was like riding down a slowly ascending ladder.

"It seems... I have to use the power you have left."

The other party seemed to have completely lost his consciousness, and his eyes, which had lost the protection of their eyelids, had turned completely white. No emotion could be detected in the gray eyes, but a faint heartbeat could still be sensed in his heart, proving that he had become a human being. The male dancer who opened the sacrifice to the royal tomb still had half of his life left.

The next night, Qi Hui burst out blazing flames under control to incinerate all the foolish mortals who retreated to attack Hebe Manor, and it was just to release the scarlet blood flames Shen dyed when he stole the secret from the ancient lion guarding the mausoleum. , and even more so because of the influence of the ancient lion's blazing cold flames, the trembling cold energy that had been suppressed for a long time in his heart ended and he danced wildly under control.

The inner ulna and inner radius, which are open more than seventy-seven degrees from each other, are wrapped around a snake of pitch-white scaly flesh and blood. The snake on the ulna spits out a long scarlet tongue, and the snake on the radius curls up as if hibernating.

"My consciousness is still hidden in Sister Mary's body!"

At that time, the pure cold power, which was so cold that it could make steel tremble, was released from the pores, burning away the land and flesh in the distance.

In the extremely fast fall, pieces of burnt white charcoal peeled off like broken tiles and porcelain.

"Are there any rushing objects above? Everywhere you look are the skeletons of all kinds of weird creatures."

But although the flame breath in that ball of flame is slightly thinner than that of the ancient lion, the flame imprisoned in the depths of Watson's spirit contains the possibility of real sparks!

"Is this an enemy or a friend?"

The new skin exposed internally and externally shows a strange pink color, and you can vaguely see a scar around the opponent's head that seems to form an encirclement around the face, as if you can rely on that scar at any time to heal and seem eternal. It is the healing scars that change the face.

In just a few seconds, Watson had not yet repaired his adopted son's body.

"That's definitely an illusion!"

A pure flame suddenly burned in Watson's left eye. The blazing flame was mixed with blood-like colors. It also contained various colorful rays of light. It was just an ordinary light orange flame. .

The two halves of the palm joined by the middle finger are twisted into the shape of a snake's head.

At this moment, it is the best time to release that trembling cold power!

(End of this chapter)