I am creating a esoteric religion in London

Chapter 438 Will the glow also be angry?
Jack's mind moved, and the scar on his forehead slowly closed again, looking like it was about to heal but would never heal.

The brain matter that had been displaced within the skull also returned to its original position.

He tilted his head, and the group of snakes hiding in the soil continued to hiss and rushed towards the vacant house.

The invisible and formless group of snakes are the power exerted by Jack and an extension of his thinking.

He can control the actions of the snakes at will, and can also see through the snakes' eyes and ears.

The snakes swarming towards the vacant house sent back a message, "Empty, it's empty."

"It's gone. The prey is gone."

"There were traces of blood on the ground. The blood was far apart and the flow was very fast."

"No paw prints, no struggle, no crawling..."

For a mortal, the noisy roars that were enough to confuse the mind and cause madness swarmed into Jack's seven orifices.

He just gave a meaningful smile.

The light purple mist on his body surface began to churn, and the dark purple color became deeper and richer, like a phantom giant snake that wrapped around him.

Jack walked slowly towards the house where John Watson disappeared.

One step, two steps, three steps, four steps, five steps, six steps, seven steps... His steps were slow and big, and it seemed that every step was heavy and solid, but when his shoes and boots landed on the ground, there was silence.

When he was only seven steps away from the broken glass, Jack stopped.

The eyes hidden in the shadow of the hat brim shone with a seductive and evil light.

He suddenly raised his head and looked around at every building.

Those vacant houses were covered with dust and weeds because no one had cared about them for a long time. Only room number 3 looked slightly different - a strange case had happened there several months ago.

Up to this point, the case has not been solved, and the relevant case files have been hidden secretly, as if they involved some secret that cannot be discussed or told.

Even if Jack opened the wound on his forehead again and opened his mind further, he would not be able to uncover the secret hidden in the house at number three, Lauriston Garden Street.

But he still noticed a subtle clue - the Suppression Bureau was trying hard to cover up what had happened at No. 3 Lauriston Gardens. It had demolished the entire house and rebuilt an identical replica.

Jack can see through the flaws in the Suppression Bureau's replica, just as he can see through the flaws in the surrounding houses.

Those closed door panels had been opened, those seamless walls had been cracked, and those tightly closed windows had been replaced - it was not long ago, it was just in the last few days.

An invisible light of pale white flashed in the depths of his pupils for an instant, and the cold wind had revealed an icy color in his eyes.

He could see low temperature and cold, and naturally he could also see neither low temperature nor cold - all the unclear shadows in his field of vision were not low temperature and cold, but warmth and heat.

Just like the shadows hidden in these vacant houses at this moment!

"The mantis is hunting the cicada, but the sparrow is also hunting the mantis..."

"Hahaha, I thought I was a hunter, but it turns out I'm just prey that was lured into a trap by the bait!"

"But have you ever thought about this, everyone in the Suppression Bureau? The mantis that Sparrow wants to hunt is actually a python in mantis's disguise, hiss, hiss, hiss!!!"

Jack roared suddenly, and the roar at the end of his words had been distorted into the howling of a group of snakes, and it was like the howling of a cold and fierce wind!

The group of snakes that had been stepped on in the previous seven steps had already surrounded the seven neighboring houses, crawling between the walls and windows and doors.

Along with this loud roar, the extremely tiny doors inside the snakes' bodies opened, and the real power flowed out, filling their bodies.

The formless group of snakes became a little more solid, and one could already observe with the naked eye the faint purple color that was flowing like snakes. The purple was as deep as the sunset.

There were continuous crackling sounds, and wounds appeared on the cement and brick walls. The sealed house was actively opening itself, revealing its doors and windows, allowing the increasingly surging group of snakes to crawl into the house through the holes in the doors and windows!

Get under those heavy curtains of special material!
Get into the seven orifices of those mortals!
Rumble, the mechanical engine roared loudly, and strong and brilliant light burst out from the vacant house with thousands of holes, like countless sharp swords of light piercing the house.

The dark streets immediately became brightly lit, and the shining white light illuminated every inch of shadows on the streets clearly, leaving no shadows or darkness anywhere to hide.

The sudden bright light dimmed again in an instant, and the countless snakes that had begun to take shape had completely disappeared.

The next second, the glass of the windows on the second floors of the seven houses, which were like eyes, exploded directly!
A huge lamp that steadily emits high heat and high light appears in the eye of the house. The embossed concave mirror behind the lamp further condenses the violent light, and the concentrated glow shines directly at the lonely figure on the street!

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven... fourteen powerful rays of light all shone on the only target of this special eradication operation - Jack the Ripper!

The giant snake formed by the condensed light purple mist let out a sharp roar, and clear smoke rose from its huge body.

Jacob, who had just arrived at the ambush, spat out, "It's a pity that there are still seven steps to go. The seven rays of light shining at that position can exert their strongest power."

"But it's almost the same now."

After he finished speaking, he took a half step back, and his burly figure quietly blended into the shadows.

The eradication operation against Jack the Ripper has been thoroughly launched, and it is time for Jacob to perform his mission, hiding in corners that Jack the Ripper can hardly notice, quietly waiting for the moment when the other party reveals a flaw.

Then, the sound of cold and emotionless chanting could be heard from the seven houses.

There were seven sounds of chanting, but rather than reciting scriptures, it was more like repeating some monotonous short sentences. The content of the sentences was as obscure and profound as the formulas of cutting-edge physics, which made people dizzy.

Although the volume rose and fell, sometimes high and sometimes low, there was no way to grasp any emotion from the continuous chanting. It was as cold as the rhythmic turning of mechanical gears.

But as the short sentences fell and sounded in a cycle, the meaningless relief patterns on the concave mirrors behind the seven lamps would flash a dazzling light.

The seven beams of light became brighter as a result.

The illuminating light is not merciful, but it always drives away the impure darkness.

The darkness that is opened and dismantled, the darkness that is silent and passing away, everything that does not obey the glory is darkness!
The glow gradually became more violent amid the chanting.

Although the glory often appears in the world in the form of reason and cruelty, who still remembers it?

The glow can also be angry!
The wrath of the glory is not due to anger, not due to stupidity, not due to sorrow, not due to hatred, and not due to love.

The wrath of glory is as pure as the first ray of light in the world, as pure as the first emperor in the world, and as domineering as an emperor!

The wrath of glory is extremely domineering, and He does not allow any color to coexist with Him.

All that He does not allow is darkness, and all that can be driven away!!!
White, pure white, dazzling white, fills Lauriston Garden Street.

The giant snake howled in pain towards the sky, and the deep purple color that made up its body gradually faded under the violent glow.

The jet-black wide-brimmed hat also began to fade from its inky color and became crystal clear, as if it were woven from ice silk.

Jack the Ripper, a serial killer who committed many horrific murders in London and a relative of the professor, finally revealed his true face.

It was a face that was definitely not human.

The jawbone protrudes forward like a blunt triangle, and the skin on the cheeks is covered with fine scales. Each scale is slightly open and closed, and deep scars can be vaguely seen under the scales.

Inside the golden-red eyes were vertical pupils with slits like snakes. In the shadows deep within the vertical pupils, two ancient doors were slowly opening.

The frame of the house was twisted and deformed, the remaining doors and windows exploded, and a group of snakes with shapes visible to the naked eye roared out from the walls and soil!

(End of this chapter)