The darkness is fading, and dawn is about to break.
For Philippe Carrier, his day is not over until this time.
The huge medical pot is still boiling, and it seems that it will always boil in the future. The only difference from before is that the liquid boiling in the pot is now clearer than a few hours ago.
Philip Carrier was still busy at the medical pot, mumbling the names of medicinal materials while adding various medicinal materials to the medical pot, just like he did when Brandi arrived not long ago.
"Hummingbird sage... wild feverfew... oleander sage... and viper's venom sac... western toad skin... ah, by the way, don't forget the poppy powder, this is
An important ingredient for potions... huh?"
Philip Carrier suddenly felt something in his heart, and a bright light flashed in his cloudy eyes, looking into the darkest depths of the Blue Water Swamp.
From a medical and biological point of view, his eyes that were half-blinded by the vapors of various medicinal herbs should not be able to see what was there, but he did indeed see a pair of people emerging from the darkest depths.
The yellow-green light spots shone with scarlet brilliance. Although the light spots were blurry, Philip Carrier still knew clearly that they were a pair of eyes, and they were a pair of eyes that he was extremely familiar with.
The pair of eyes looked in his direction for about five minutes, then disappeared again. The swamp in that direction became dark again, as if nothing had happened.
"I haven't seen you for several years, but its aura is still so charming...savage, terrifying, bloody, and powerful...It's a pity that it has never been mine...Oh, I remembered, I also have a medicine specially prepared for it...
…where……"
Philip Carrier murmured in a low voice, rummaging around like crazy for a while in the wooden boxes piled near the medicine pot and other places on his body. Finally, he seemed to recall something, laughed, and started
He took out a dirty paper bag from the rough pocket sewn on his crotch with dog-gnawing stitches and held it in his hand like a treasure.
"Yes, why did I forget it? Because I was afraid that I would forget this package of medicine, I hid it in this most secret place..." Philip Carrier clicked his tongue and opened the package of medicine, revealing the dark
He picked up the medicinal materials that had been ground into powder, then flipped his wrist and put all the medicinal powder into the boiling medicine pot with a "clunking" sound, and a large stream of strange black and red gas evaporated.
At this time, four ghostly night crawlers approached quietly, but when they saw Philip Carrier who was frantically stirring the medicine pot with a huge wooden spoon as tall as a person, these bloodthirsty beasts actually showed some signs of
Feeling afraid, I didn't dare to come forward and disturb him for a while.
The night walkers looked at each other, each emitting strange vibrations and friction sounds from their throats and chests, as if they were having a tense and brief exchange.
This kind of communication, which was more similar to insects, only lasted less than two minutes and then died down. Immediately afterwards, a night crawler who had been at the back of the team and was relatively timid walked to the front of the team. It seemed that in the "communication" just now, he
Was elected as a "speaking representative".
"Okay, okay, it seems that your little meeting has finally produced results," Philip Carrier seemed to have discovered their existence a long time ago, and said a little impatiently, "Let's talk about it."
"He...ran away..."
What's surprising is that Nightcrawler actually uttered a language that humans can understand from his throat, although the sound was as sharp as scratching a blackboard with fingers, and as hoarse as sandpaper rubbing against each other, which made people just want to snatch it away.
He ran away, but there is no doubt that this will definitely break some people who know the existence of Nightcrawlers, their understanding of them.
"Run away?" Hearing this, Philip Carrier looked at the ghost-like face approaching him in surprise, and then began to focus on the pot of liquid in front of him that had turned black, "Also
It's not surprising... It's not surprising... Logically speaking, most people would fall asleep for more than 5 days after smelling that dose of medicine, but he could actually get up and escape on the spot... No, this still doesn't make sense... What does that kid have?
What’s so special…”
Suddenly, he screamed as if he was crazy: "Oh! Damn it! Why did I mix all these medicinal materials together, and I actually boiled this pot of waste water for so long!"
Somehow, Philip Carrier suddenly burst out with unimaginable brute force. He roared angrily, raised his hands, and overturned the entire medical pot.
The medicine pot was impartial, just covering the head of the approaching night walker. The weight of the medicine pot and the hot liquid were pressed down unreasonably, so that his last words were only left with the aroma of meat mixed with the strong smell of herbs.
.
The remaining three night walkers shrank back subconsciously. Facing this moody, crazy old man with some confused memories, they instinctively felt fear.
"Huh...huh..." Philip Carrier gasped, looking at the overturned medical pot, his eyes seemed to have regained some clarity.
"You can't blame me..." He seemed to want to explain something, "I can only blame you for your bad luck."
He suddenly looked up to the east, and his half-blind eyes seemed to penetrate the iron curtain of swamp rainforest and glimpse a ray of morning light on the horizon.
"It's almost time..."
Philip Carrier felt something. He left the overturned pot and picked up a pitch-black wooden staff leaning against the wooden box.
This wooden stick has a thick head and thin legs, with twisted knots, and strange pale lines carved on the head of the stick.
Philip Carril held the wooden staff in his hand, and his whole temperament changed completely. He was no longer crazy and chaotic. Instead, he was replaced by a solemn and solemn one that could only come from religion and faith.
In the blue water swamp, a ballad with ancient origins and difficult lyrics rang out. Its melody was strange and long, sometimes gentle and sometimes sonorous.
The song spreads far away along the swamp water and along the wet road.
Behind the trees, in the shrubs, and on the edge of the swamp, half-naked night walkers covered in pale oil paint slowly walked out. Their steps were slow and their limbs were stiff. Against the dark background, they looked like pale ghosts, but their movements were...
It’s more like the zombies in that ancient Eastern country’s legend.
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Their eyes were shining with a strange scarlet light at this time, which was different from the yellow-green eyes of ordinary alligators that flashed at night.
These come from all directions and are working towards a common goal.
The ghostly night crawlers and the alligator with its bloody mouth half-opened gathered in front of Philip Carrier and stopped.
The singing stopped, Philippe Carrier waved the wooden stick in his hand, and a word that did not belong to any common language family popped out of his mouth.
His voice was deafening and unimaginable. Under his command, all the night walkers knelt on their knees and prostrated on the ground. Even the alligators with murderous eyes also prostrate themselves to show their submission.
The brief order was as loud as falling rocks from a mountain. The ones who took action following the second order were two Night Walkers who had previously been hidden in the Night Walker team, carrying a man who was tied up with five flowers.
Not long after, the poor guy was tied to the big moss-covered tree next to Philip Carrier.
When the two night walkers dispersed and returned to the team, a ray of slightly dim skylight passed through the "iron curtain" that enveloped the entire blue water swamp and fell on the bound, comatose man whose skin had almost completely lost its color.
This man was still wearing a gray military uniform that had been soaked until it turned white, and there were still bloody holes on his knees. He was the fish that had slipped through the net that Brandi had been looking for before - Lieutenant Butch of the Lemoyne Raiders.
"Hey, now is not the time to sleep."
Philip Carrier smiled gloomily, took out a syringe filled with light green liquid from somewhere, and plunged it into Lieutenant Butch's chest without saying hello or doing anything.
When that tube of strange light green liquid was completely injected into Lieutenant Butch's body, Lieutenant Butch suddenly widened his eyes, took a deep breath, and woke up.
"Hey, are you awake?" Philip Carrier raised the corners of his mouth, looked closely at Second Lieutenant Butch's frightened, excited and confused eyes, and said, "Welcome to our ceremony."
"You...who are you?!" Butch began to struggle subconsciously, but unfortunately, it was in vain.
"It doesn't matter, my friend, it doesn't matter."
Philip Carrier was talking but his hands did not stop. He tore open the clothes on Butch's chest and took out a rusty dagger with a strange shape.
While he was moving back and forth on his chest, as if looking for a suitable position for the knife, he said in a hoarse voice: "You only need to remember one thing that is very, very important to you next - tens of millions of dollars
Be sure not to faint."
As soon as he finished speaking, the dagger, whose tip and blade shone with a faint green light, was gently moved, and then lightly slashed, leaving a wound on Butch's chest.
The position of the knife he cut was very precise, dividing Butch's chest evenly along the gaps between the chest muscles, and the depth of the wound was just right, just touching the heart and lungs, without causing any damage to them.
Maybe because of the medicine he just took, Butch didn't feel much pain, but the friction of the blade and the feeling of his heart and lungs being touched amplified his fear. His bloodshot eyes were wide open, his mouth was half-open, and his lips were still.
Trembling constantly.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, look at your expression, it's really wonderful," Philip Carrier gently patted Butch's bloodless cheek and said with a satisfied smile, "I originally thought that someone wearing this kind of skin would not
It's very good to have such a wonderful expression. You make me very happy, so you'd better scream louder later, so that I will consider giving you a pleasure at the appropriate time."
He turned around, his expression returned to solemnity, and stepped aside. Philip Carrier waved his wooden stick and shouted two difficult and unfamiliar words:
"The ceremony begins!"
At his call, the night walkers all knelt on their knees and began an act similar to praying.
Their low and hoarse voices repeatedly recited a sentence composed of an unknown language. They recited it quickly and coherently, without even the normal intervals between words.
The gradually dawning sky, the still dark swamp, and the monster kneeling down to pray formed a very strange picture.
The prayers hadn't stopped, but some night walkers had already stood up and walked towards Butch, who was struggling in fear, but the wound on his chest only widened.
Hands with broken but sharp nails touched Butch's body, one, two, eight, ten...
Their eyes had no focus, and their movements were mechanical, stiff, and extremely powerful. The wound that evenly separated Butch's chest muscles gradually extended to his lower abdomen under their caressing and tearing. The originally slender wound was like a door being slowly opened.
, the crack in the door is getting wider and wider, and everything behind the door is becoming more and more visible.
Butch watched helplessly as he was disemboweled by a group of monsters, watching his flesh and blood and organs being devoured by them, listening to the sound of them chewing and tearing, and hearing the unexpected resemblance of the monsters kneeling on the ground not far away.
Human prayer.
He couldn't feel pain, but because he couldn't feel pain, his fear was amplified to the limit.
"No...no...stop! Stop!!"
Butch screamed, in fact, he screamed when the monsters approached him, but unfortunately, no one paid attention to him.
"You...you, please, tell them to stop, I can give you anything!" Butch turned his head with difficulty and tried to look at Philip Carrier, but his strength was getting smaller and smaller, and he could only protect the monster.
The leaders—the weird and weird old man was in the corner of his eye.
"I accept your kindness, Mr. Mouse Skin, but unfortunately, I can't let you do what you want," Philip Carrier said, maintaining a strangely warm smile, "because you are putting everything aside now."
Give us your body, your fear, and your beautiful voice. This is the most valuable thing you have to us."
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Butch, who truly felt the extreme fear, just wanted to escape at this moment, but he knew that he could no longer escape, because at this moment, he had lost more than half of his organs and part of his flesh and blood.
It wasn't until his eyes were taken out of their sockets by a female night walker that his fear was somewhat alleviated. At least, the visual impact disappeared.
However, all physical discomforts except pain, as well as the chewing sounds, growling sounds of monsters, etc., still lingered around him like a nightmare.
"Do you know how long a person would live if he lost all his organs except his heart and brain?"
I don't know how long it took, but suddenly, Philip Carrier's voice came to Butch's ear. Because he lost his eyes and his ears were torn off at this time, only the inner part of the ear was left, so when Butch heard it,
Come on, the voice seems far away yet close at the same time, more like the whispers of a ghost than a human voice.
"please……"
Butch tried to make a sound to convey his plea, but his tongue and lips had long since disappeared, and only his teeth were left trembling and tapping up and down, making an unsteady "ta-da" sound.
"But I have to say, you are really lucky, at least you haven't felt any pain until now," Philip Carrier babbled. "I heard that over in Europe, hundreds of years ago, there was a scientist,
I used my own body separation to tell the world that even if a person is beheaded, he will be awake for at least ten seconds. It is conceivable that those must be the longest ten seconds in his life."
Butch's mouth, with only his gums remaining, opened and closed, and no sound came out of his throat. At this time, the door between his chest and abdomen was wide open, and only his heart was still beating.
There was a flash of cold light mixed with silvery white, and the heart that was about to lose its vitality was removed by Philip Carrier and held in his hand.
The cold light flashed again, and the corpse with all its internal organs hollowed out and its mouth, eyes, nose, and ears torn off fell to the ground. Several crocodiles swarmed up and dragged the corpse into the swamp not far away. After a while, water came from the pool.
The sound of violent stirring.
When the first ray of sunlight in the morning penetrated all the barriers and shone on this area, there were no more shadowy clusters of monsters, no more rickety old man, no more overturned medical pot, no more swamps.
The stirred crocodile didn't even leave a trace of the smell of blood.