I am creating a esoteric religion in London

Chapter 92 Flesh Like Grass

The lion cub watched helplessly as the skin began to peel off from the tip of the middle finger, like the petals of a blooming flower rolled outwards.

It was also as if an invisible hand protruded from the void, peeling off his skin like peeling off the skin of a banana.

There was a terrifying and dark shadow in his pupils, his body couldn't stop trembling, and his forward claws were also sluggish due to the pain of the sudden peeling... But after all, he has been tempered by his will, and his heart is as tough as real steel.

Hun Yi assisted the blade to neigh, and the crisp sound like gold and iron clashing awakened the lion cub, and his mind was pulled out of the deep and twisted darkness in an instant.

Feeling the strange influence gradually spreading from the fingertips, looking at the skin that has mutated into irregular thin strips, twisting and rolling back as if self-consciousness was born... A deep roar erupted from the lion cub's throat, The heat that was enough to ignite dry paper and withered grass blasted forward, and at the same time he took a few steps back on his toes.

But the enemy in front of him still turned a blind eye to his attack, just stood quietly, letting the warm wind like a knife blow by his face, his thin clothes were rattling and the corners were scorched black.

After the lion cub fled back, it silently recited ancient words that only swordsmiths knew, and the heat enough to ignite firewood rose from the depths of its soul body, gushing out like hot flames from a casting furnace, rushing along its arms towards the strange moulting skin. The palm...but it doesn't have any effect, that bizarre influence will be as hard to remove as a malignant sore attached to the bone marrow, and it is still constantly absorbing the vitality in the body to grow stronger!
Secret messengers are incomprehensible things in the mortal world, but even so, the young lion has never seen such a bizarre power... It can infect the body of the caster with mana without a sound, making the steel Similar shapes produce distortion-like phenomena, what is the origin of the other party? !

A conjecture exploded in the lion cub's heart like a thunderstorm—it was a moth!Only moths!Among the eight secret stories, only the crazy moth can cause such a strange and terrifying attack!

Moths are famous in the hidden world for their madness and disorder. They are monsters struggling on the edge of distortion, and they often possess strange and mysterious abilities—that is the strange power obtained in exchange for the light in their skulls.

Seeing that the effect of shedding has spread to the entire palm, the bright red texture is about to recede to the wrist.

The lion cub didn't have time to recall the Mothman's weakness. He gritted his teeth and grabbed the flat, thin strips of writhing and twisted mutated skin. With a sudden force, he directly tore off the out-of-control skin and threw it on the ground. .

Although this action further expanded his wound, it also stopped the continuous spreading of the molt. The strips of skin that fell on the scarlet mud ground were still writhing, like earthworms unearthed after the rain. I'm alive and kicking.

The lion cub stepped down with a gloomy expression, and the needle-like heat from the sole of the foot pierced through the skin that once belonged to him, turning it into blackened broken skin.

The duel has been going on so far, just as the lion cub had imagined before starting the battle - his right palm was soaked in warm blood.But at this time, it was his own blood that was dripping on the ground.

The salty and humid breeze blowing in the outskirts of London, the wind caressed the lion cub's skinless right paw, which was covered with bright red texture, like raw salt sprinkled on the wound.

His right palm trembled unconsciously, and the tingling sensation rushed straight to his head.

However, for the believers of the Golden General, failure and pain have never been obstacles, but a force that drives them to become stronger!
The haughty spirit like a lion was stirring in the chest cavity, and the furious blood seemed to heat up and boil, and the heat scorched the exposed muscle fibers until they were scorched black.

Blood color quickly occupied the lion cub's eyes, adrenaline was secreted rapidly, and the surging blood dyed the body surface red, like an iron ingot just taken out of the stove, steaming with hot breath.

The lion cub bends his knees and sinks his body with his arms outstretched, like a wrestler in the classical period.

He exhaled fiery breath, his arms and thighs swelled and swelled, and his knotted muscles almost tore the skin apart.

Roar--

A deafening sound like a lion's roar erupted from his mouth, and he was already roaring and stomping on the ground, like a heavy steam-breathing train, suddenly rushing straight towards the target in front of him.

The lion cub saw that his opponent finally focused his eyes on him, and there was only a cold and pure killing intent in those green eyes that were brighter than emeralds.

He felt some kind of tempting whisper whispering in his head... But, how could the already crazy beast fall into madness again?
The lion cub ignored the two green lights flickering in the blood-red field of vision, and only one pure instinctive thought remained in his heart.

That is to throw the opponent heavily to the ground, tear his flesh and blood with sharp claws, and bite his throat with sharp teeth! ! !
He felt his shoulder hit the opponent's flexible waist, and his hands reached forward to grab the opponent's thick thighs. He suddenly retracted his arms and stood up to overturn the arrogant moth to the ground.

The lion cub put its feet on the ground and straightened its waist... But it failed to stand up smoothly?

What seemed to be an iron pillar that was firmly welded to the ground with both arms, and the pressure from the shoulders was like a mountain, and the opponent's body just shook slightly in response to such a violent impact?
But how is this possible? You must know that when I was honing my arm strength in the club, I once tried to lift industrial machine tools weighing more than [-] pounds from the ground!

Could it be that the moth in front of him also has the power of winter?To unleash silent influences without a sound, to weaken my physical strength?

The scarlet eyes looked up suspiciously, and saw a clown mask that seemed to be smiling and mocking.

He heard a trembling voice, but he could feel that the other party was not out of fear, nor was it because he was exerting force, but because of...excitement?
"Are you confused?"

"Is it because you are confused about your own weakness?"

"Still confused about your own stupidity?"

Furious and ignited from the bottom of his heart, the lion cub's ten fingers turned into barbed sharp blades under the joint action of casting's shaping and blade's sharpness.

He let go of the palm grasping the enemy's thigh, retracted his arm and turned around, and at the same time circled the opponent's leg muscles with sharp claws, expecting to leave ten bloody wounds.

But when the tip of the claws slid across the opponent's thigh, the tactile feedback from the ten claws was as tough as old cowhide. The lion cub only felt that he had tried his best to barely cut the opponent's skin, but he had no strength left to penetrate into his flesh and blood. .

"Have you had enough?"

He heard the trembling voice again, it seemed that every syllable of the other party was vibrating violently, a strange frequency had penetrated deeply into his brain, and the brain seemed to become sticky and thin .

The cub felt as if he had forgotten something, as if he had thrown away something extremely important like trash...but what was it?
The farther and farther and more erratic voice seemed to have guessed his thoughts, and it sounded again, but this time it directly reverberated in the brain!

"Why don't you look down at yourself now?"

What do I... look like now?

The lion cub lowered his head when he heard the words, and when he lowered his head, he saw that his thigh, which was as strong as steel, was already a bloody mess. The thigh muscle that should have swelled like a normal person's waist and thick waist, but at this moment it was extremely thin and thin, like a hollow in the middle. wood.

And the flesh and blood in it has long been deformed and crazy, like wild flesh and blood weeds!
The outer skin is rolled up like a book page, and the bright red vine-like fibers inside are broken one by one. The broken fibers are like slender grasses. The red grass seedlings are proudly tall and parallel to the ground, dancing happily on the gray-white soil. Sway with the wind.

The lion cub looked at the abnormally deformed flesh on his thigh, and the muscle fibers twisted like grass in the wind.

The scarlet in his vision faded quickly, and his anger dissipated for no reason, but what really frightened him was...he couldn't feel any pain at all! ! !
The connection between the nerve and the brain seems to be severed, and it seems to be covered by the buzzing that has penetrated into the bone marrow.

The fear suppressed by the furious will swept back again, the eyes of the lion cub turned black, and the darkness eroded his vision and eroded his heart.

He felt that after a long time, but also in just a moment, the absolute darkness had already engulfed him.

He began to tremble from the bottom of his heart, not only was his spirit in fear, but even every strand of flesh and every cell seemed to be trembling non-stop.

In the dark world, the lion cub recalled the inherent fear, which is the real reason why human beings have been full of fear of darkness since ancient times... He saw the monster slowly walking out of the shadows!

Ahhhhhhhhhh! ! ! ! !
Goo—the screams stopped abruptly, Watson withdrew his fist, and watched the opponent whose throat was shattered and dented after several blows in a row, slowly fell down.

Although the honorable spectators of the Mamula Club urged and scolded many times before the game, they were actually very moral in watching the game.

Once the duel officially starts, they will tacitly keep silent like a winter night, and will not make random noises to hinder the progress of the duel... Especially just now, the lion-masked man has obviously fallen into some kind of hurt and unconscious stupidity status, they are even less likely to sound a reminder.

The consequence of deliberately interfering with the duel event is not a punishment that ordinary spectators like them can bear.

And they waited until the bewildered lion-masked man fell to the ground before they got up angrily and cursed.

"Fuck, lion-masked man, what a fucking piece of rubbish you are, you have participated in two duels, so you are so stupid to die!"

"Woohoo! I put three ancient copper coins on the newcomer, and I made a lot of money!!!"

"Damn Falk, thanks to the fact that I pressed an ancient silver coin on that lion-masked man, what a fucking piece of rubbish!"

Yes, the Xungui audience just yelled and rejoiced over the winning or losing of the bet. No one cared about the life and death of the duelists in the arena, and no one would think that the methods of the new duelists during the duel just now were too unimaginable and bizarre... They all had Participate in and watch the duel events of the second or even third order.

In their eyes, Watson's seemingly terrifying and weird evil method is nothing more than that. They have also witnessed the scene where the duelist lost control of himself and opened his chest at the beginning of the performance. Compared with that bloody scene... the duel just now is also However, it can only be called a slightly refreshing warm-up performance, so that they can watch the subsequent duel events with high spirits.

There will be two second-tier duels and one third-tier duel... This is the highlight of today.

That important duel, which absorbed a lot of betting, involved a big enough bet to decide whether thousands of low-level laborers would remain employed or lose their jobs on the spot.

But everything that followed has nothing to do with Watson. As a first-tier duelist at the bottom of the Mamura Club, he doesn't even have the qualifications to stay and watch other events—you must know that other spectators paid a lot of money. Only face value can get admission tickets.

He just went back to the waiting room silently. Although he was the winner of the duel, the show was over, and his value today was exhausted.

Leaving the scene at this moment, even the waitress who served the changing clothes disappeared without a trace, only a young man carrying a simple medicine box was waiting in the room.

The young man took out a small bottle of black coal-like powder from the box, carefully poured out a small amount into his palm, and then wiped the slight wound on the duelist's thigh.

Burning pain came from the flesh and blood of the wound, and wisps of gray smoke rose up at the same time. Watson seemed to taste some extremely bitter taste through the skin.

When the young doctor let go of his palm again, the coal black powder in the opponent's palm had disappeared, and the duelist's thigh had also returned to its original state, without leaving even a single scar.

"Mr. Duelist, your free medical opportunity has been consumed. If you want to use medical services after the next duel, please apply to the club for additional."

The young doctor only left this sentence, then picked up the medicine box and left.

Free medical opportunity... Watson thought about the other party's words, looked at the thighs that were as clean as ever, and thought in his heart:
"Why do you feel like I've been tricked?"

"It's such a simple wound, with a little dressing, I'll probably heal when I wake up tomorrow and shed my skin."

"For this reason, I also consumed my only chance of free medical treatment... What a waste of the magical medicine just now."

Thinking this way, Watson changed back into his clothes silently, and was about to go back and leave according to the way he came, when there was a knock on the door.

"Please come in."

The person who came was Mr. Jannings who introduced Watson to join the club. He walked in with a gentle smile like a spring breeze.

"Congratulations, Mr. John! You have won your first victory! You defeated the lion-masked man with the second victory in World War II."

Two victories in World War II——Watson almost laughed when he heard this. Are there any duelists in the club who can continue to compete after being defeated?Defeat means death, so why go on talking about it?
But he still showed a hypocritical smile, "Then, Mr. Jannings, how should I convert my reward?"

"I'm here to discuss this matter with Mr. John... I don't know if Mr. Watson wants the money of the secular world? Or the currency of the hidden world? Or does he want to exchange for the knowledge to continue to climb?"

"Oh! Your club is willing to provide items that hide the secret transmission?"

"Haha, it's natural. Our Mamula Club has always focused on the cultivation of talents, especially talents like you, Mr. John... I don't know what type of secret biography Mr. John wants in exchange for?" Jannings stroked He twitched his round-rimmed glasses, "Do you want the secret biography of the second-order blade? I think Mr. John is about to complete the secret of the knife."

Watson shook his head slowly: "No, I want to exchange for basic knowledge about the hidden world."

(End of this chapter)