I am creating a esoteric religion in London

Chapter 93 Who's Laughing
"I want to use the reward for this duel in exchange for basic knowledge of the hidden world, such as information on the major secret forces in the world today, the characteristics and weaknesses of various types of secret messengers, the styles and specialties of mainstream mana equipment, etc. information."

"Is it just intended to exchange for common sense information..."

Of course, Yannings did not forget that the Moth Phase Duelist in front of him, whose true strength might have reached the second level or above, was actually a half-ordained monk, with no family inheritance, no religious order professors, and no profound knowledge. guide.

This is not the first time he has received this kind of esoteric person who explored on his own, but most of the newcomers he has come into contact with in the past, after feeling the mysterious power beyond common sense in the esoteric, the desire in his heart is high and at the same time, he can't restrain it Desire for forbidden knowledge, frantically pursuing further forbidden knowledge.

Jannings doesn't think that these newcomers are ignorant or short-sighted. Ordinary people are finally lucky enough to get in touch with the secrets under the surface of the world and the power enough to turn the world around. in line with conventional practice.

Know that knowledge is power, and power is knowledge!
Beginners in secret transmission should concentrate on climbing upwards. Only when the power in their hands is strong enough can they be qualified to consider other things.

Only the members/reserve members of the Grand Church, the members of the forces who have grasped the safe path, will ask the club for rewards other than worldly money and taboo knowledge artifacts after the victory of the first duel... just like just now. The lion-masked man whose spinal nerves were shattered and distorted and alienated, the opponent was a reserve member from a mysterious military organization with a long history in Great Britain.

However, Janings could deduce from John's performance in front of him that he had mastered at least a second-level moth secret, that there should be someone who led the way behind him.

London, Moth... It seems that John's guide is very likely to be the adult from the Shedding Club!
Seeing that Jannings hadn't answered, Watson asked, "Mr. Jannings, is there any question? Or is my reward for this competition not enough to exchange for this information?"

Jannings thought he had deduced the identity of the person behind John, and the hypocritical smile on his face became more enthusiastic.

"Of course no problem! According to the bet amount before the match, Mr. John, your prize money for this duel is worth two bronze coins, which is enough to exchange for the basic information you want." Rest here for a while, and I will go get the corresponding information for you now."

"Okay, thanks."

After Jannings left, Watson began to calm down and examine the changes in the soul body.

Since the moth in the skull drank the cup, only the secret scriptures of the moth and the blade remained in his soul body... The moth piercing through the stomach occupies the head position of the soul body, and has not yet condensed into a specific phase The secret scriptures of the blade are wrapped around the heart of the soul body form.

As for the blade secret scriptures, which were originally only deciphered less than half, it seems that because the lion-masked man was also an opponent who practiced blade form, he had absorbed a lot of power of principles from the opponent's death. The deciphering progress can be described as rapid progress. It is completely decrypted to perfection.

The blade secret scriptures like iron filings trembled violently at the moment the lion-masked man fell down, shaking off the rusty secret shell, exposing the metal fragments with sharp rays of light flowing inside, and the fragments spiraled and merged, turning into a The handle is sharp and slender, shaped like a bayonet mounted under the barrel of a gun.

The bayonet trembled and squealed, as if singing an epic of courage.

But it wasn't just the blade that changed, even the moth in the skull seemed to have undergone some kind of change.

Just now Watson punched the lion-masked man's throat several times, but his fist, which is curved like a shovel, actually contains other power besides pure kinetic energy... It is the scale powder scattered by the moth in the skull in his spare time , which is the mana of the moth phase.

Since he was promoted to the second level of the secret biography of the moth, what he has gained from that weird illusion is not only an exceptionally strong body and sharper vision, but also some knowledge that is difficult to explain but can be easily acquired... that is about The secret method to activate the moth's magic power.

Just like when the lion-masked man came on a rampage, Watson already felt that the opponent's impact was bound to contain terrifying power, but he still dared not to dodge the capital because of the strange secret method in his head. The moth in the skull vibrates its scales, and scattered broken scales spread along his pupils to the waking world.

The powder of the scales is phaseless and invisible, not a real object, without the restriction of physical rules, as fast as a whimsy, as vicious as a malicious trick, as hidden as a desire in the heart...In an instant, it has been stuck to the lion. The skin of the masked man's thighs peeled off his epidermis, corroded his flesh and blood, deceived his senses, and made him forget his legs.

It must be known that the strength starts from the ground, the muscles of the legs and feet have been eaten away like termites, so how can they exert strength?

The lion-masked man was able to insist on sprinting all the way, and he did not fall to his knees afterwards, so his physique was far beyond that of ordinary people.

Then Watson repeated his tricks, transmitting the mana of the moth-like scales into the opponent's body through the tip of his fist, corroding and distorting the opponent's arteries and spinal nerves, causing the blood vessels and nerves to twist and collapse, ensuring the opponent's complete death.

At that time, he witnessed this lion cub with a horrifying expression fall down, and whispered in his ears again like hallucinations, "Tsk, what a weak little lion... the quality of the meat must be poor. I got the newly transformed golden lion, which looks like a human but not a human, like a lion but not a lion, it has both the aroma of flesh and blood and the chewiness of metal, the taste is really good!"

At the same time, a taste of reminiscence from the past began to linger in the back of his mind. It was the taste of sharp teeth chewing tough iron fibers, and it was the sweetness returned by the taste buds on the tip of two tongues and three petals... He seemed to taste it. The fragrance of blood, the taste of iron and the pungent sharpness.

This made him unconsciously pick his tongue and lick the sharp teeth that seemed to be getting sharper. His face was hidden under the mask and he couldn't see the specific expression, but the waiting room began to reverberate with weird laughter full of wickedness.

Hey, hey, hey...

Watson woke up in an instant, and he finally caught the source of the laughter this time. This weird laughter did not come from the outside world, nor did it come from his vocal cords, but from inside him... from the moth in his skull flutter!
At this moment, he was sitting on the seat in the waiting room of the club, staring intently at the moth curled up like a chrysalis in his skull, and he couldn't help muttering to himself in his mind:
"who are you?"

(End of this chapter)