Chapter 212 The advent of silence (79): Goodbye Brett
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
The moment the bullets came into contact with the nuns, they dispersed into laser beams, completely covering their bodies.
After a buzzing sound of electric current, the nuns were instantly swallowed up by the light and turned into a pool of viscous, scarlet liquid with an intoxicating aura.
Immediately afterwards, as a red and blue intertwined light flashed, the bodies of the nuns and the changing liquid turned into an existence as incandescent as sunlight, and quickly wrapped around Laite's body.
Then, the light turned into countless particles. They were like fireflies wandering aimlessly in the long night, unable to find their direction. Under the command of the magic source power overflowing from Laite's body, red light poured into him from his seven orifices.
The body wrapped in halo.
Surrounded by power, Laite slowly rose into the sky. Although the dark-colored robe absorbed most of the incandescent and red brilliance, it still could not cover up the brilliance formed by the surging particles.
In a few seconds, Laite rose to a height of ten meters above the ground, only one or two meters away from the ceiling at the top.
At this moment, his eyes were still red, like a gargoyle that was rumored to be closely related to the vampires. However, because his body could not absorb all the particles, the remaining parts adhered to Laite's body, forming a powerful look.
A stomach.
Like the tall, mighty, and invincible "Glory Knight" who roamed the Western Continent in the Second Age.
"Is it over? It should be over." Laite shouted anxiously in his heart.
He felt as if an endless stream of water had been poured into his whole body, but his arms and legs were so numb that he could not move at all.
He tried to shout out to the wind, but the strong burning sensation in his throat prevented him from saying a word. He could only scan his body in panic, either waiting or looking for a way to end the "banquet".
However, the feeling of expansion in his body and the sudden feeling of collapse from the outside appeared at the same time, putting him on the verge of collapse.
What's even worse is that his eyes suddenly couldn't see clearly.
The hall was still clear and bright just now, but now nothing else can be seen except for the blood mist.
At the same time, a long-pitched tinnitus first appeared in his ears, followed by curses and whistles, which made him mentally disordered.
"Is this the banquet catalyzing my red magic power? Will my body fall into chaos? Am I going to become a monster?" Laite said anxiously in his heart.
He tried to ask for help, tried to shout, but except for the sound of electricity, the permeating sound of energy, the increasingly shrill curses, and the sirens that continued to disturb his spirit, he heard no human sounds.
Then, the armor and stomach attached to his body suddenly became as heavy as shackles, and he felt that his body was being restrained more tightly.
From the perspective of the wind, the white carapace has turned into white burning silk threads, and within a few seconds it will be wrapped around it like a huge silkworm chrysalis.
As the light dissipated, the fluctuations in energy such as magic source power were no longer obvious, and bright red lines formed on the surface of the "Silkworm Chrysalis", which were disorderly and messy, just like a masterpiece of a child's imagination.
Suddenly, the wind smelled the ultimate bloody smell, mixed with the burning smell of flames, and a faint, almost irrefutable stench.
"This is a silkworm chrysalis, which is the precursor of sublimation and evolution. I didn't expect, Brother Laite, there is a one in ten thousand chance that it will appear on you." Feng looked up at Laite, his eyes filled with surprise and envy.
road:
"The banquet of the Church of Dark Night has been going on for hundreds of years. Some people couldn't bear the power and exploded and died. Some people couldn't absorb the power and left the show. Some people gained extraordinary power but became arrogant and then destroyed themselves. But silkworm chrysalises only exist in legends.
Appeared in. For hundreds of years, you are the only one. Is this a coincidence... No, this is not a coincidence... This is inevitable."
Feng stepped forward quickly, laid his hands on the black glass tiles beside the pool, knelt on his knees, and said piously:
"The thirteen nuns who swallowed the seeds of 'mb-1999: Tree of Darkness' will activate all their own power and pour it on the surface of their bodies. At the same time, their internal organs will simultaneously dissolve and become pure magic power.
Existence. After performing the ritual of 'summoning the souls of the lost', they will resonate with the energy somewhere in the center of the earth, and they will turn into 'light' and integrate into your body."
"Brother Laite, you are the [Order]. You are still a human with the power of red magic. You are a strong [warrior]. You are a soldier who has experienced life and death. You have an unfailing character and you know how to persevere.
You have been suffering, and you are about to break away from the shackles of a mere human body and bear the fate of the lost."
"Looking at it this way, for thousands of years, apart from the 'Decision Maker' who has the identity of a dragon, you are the only one. Your fate has come, the whistle is sounding, brother Laite, come out of the cocoon quickly!"
The wind shouted, supporting the body that seemed to be suppressed by huge rocks to stand. Although the hairs all over his body were standing on end, tears flowed uncontrollably on his cheeks, and blood gurgled from his nostrils, he had already crossed his hands and silently recited the knot.
Spirit, forming a sharp arrow made of ice.
"Go, Bing, help Brother Laite, he is the [Order], he is the future, he is the hope for the harmonious coexistence of all races. I will not forget the agreement that day in the camp, even if I am the Lost One." Feng secretly said to himself.
decided.
Immediately, the ice arrows floating in the air suddenly split and turned into dozens of arrows, rushing towards the "Silkworm Chrysalis" attached to Laite's body.
Whizzing!
A sharp sound of cutting through the air passed through, and all the arrows accurately penetrated the "Cicada Chrysalis", forming pitch-black holes.
Immediately, holy light emitted from the "Silkworm Chrysalis", and accompanied by the roar of artillery fire overhead, the "Silkworm Chrysalis" split open!
In an instant, all the surrounding sounds disappeared, and even under the baptism of holy light, it still seemed silent.
A few seconds later, Laite, wrapped in the holy light, slowly landed on the ground, facing the wind across the pool.
After the power of the holy light dissipated, Feng discovered that the magician's robe on Laite's body had turned into a dark red color, and the golden silk thread embroidered on it was a huge double-headed eagle holding a branch in its mouth.
The edge of the robe is already occupied by golden wheat ears, sunflowers, and chamomile patterns, and the overall style blends with a strong Crusted style.
And, thankfully, Laite's skin no longer has protruding blood vessels, replaced by delicate and precise mechanical-related lines. His eyes have become clear, and the whites of his eyes have returned, but he has become a strange child.
.
One has returned to a pure black color, while the other has turned into red eyes, one red and one black, very much like the "Yao" of "Yin and Yang" mentioned in Eastern divination culture.
Mutual creation and mutual restraint, one positive and one negative, both good and evil, never ending.
Although Laite's external condition seemed to have returned to normal and the feeling of oppression no longer existed, Feng still remained cautious.
He stood up slowly, with the magic source power belonging to the "water source" surging in his right hand, and asked in a sharp young voice:
"Brother, do you still remember who you are?"
"Who am I?" Laite murmured subconsciously, staring straight ahead, losing focus.
"Does it mean you collapsed?" Feng asked unconsciously:
"This is a ritual of our Dark Night Church. Indeed, we will inject some of the power of the vampires and the dark night into your body. I know that the red magic source power and the [Order] will be blessed by part of the goddess of light, and the two powers will restrain each other.
But the collapse can be divided into two steps."
"Collapse...collapse?" Laite repeated unconsciously, still maintaining his original posture.
"That's right. The first step is to be mentally confused, under great pressure, and have hallucinations. Occasionally, you will hear strange noises and enter strange dreams. When the dreams and noises end, you will not feel any relief. Instead, you will feel very tired and
Pain. The second step is violent behavior, accidental beating or killing due to hallucinations, or the body becomes distorted, or strange foreign objects such as tentacles, scales, eyes and so on grow. After that, it becomes a monster, or
Degenerate into a 'careless person'. Brother Laite, you shouldn't collapse, right?"
The wind shouted, and even the voice was mixed with cries. In the wasteland world shrouded in "mysterious extraordinary power", even the lost will be affected, collapse and turn into monsters.
He hoped that Laite would not become a monster because the conflict of powers catalyzed the "mysterious extraordinary power" in his body.
He shook Lite vigorously, trying to wake him up.
Fortunately, Laite grabbed Feng's arm forcefully and responded in a particularly gentle tone:
"I didn't collapse, I was just thinking about the problem. Just now, I felt that the computing power of my brain had been improved by several levels. My originally chaotic thinking became extremely clear. The magic source power that I originally used based on my feelings seemed to have gained some power.
The strengthening of the germ plasm. I should be about to be promoted, Feng, I seem to know the 'principle' of the operation of the red magic source power, and thus feel the rich 'sorrow', as well as the ultimate pain that penetrates into the soul..."
"Wonderful! Wonderful! You are indeed a human being chosen by the gods. Compared with that big guy from the Klein family who possesses 'divine nature', you are more worthy of our training, and you are more worthy of contacting the gods, so as to become that amazing person."
The existence that lifts up mountains." A soft voice, like a stunted eunuch's, came from behind Laite.
Laite looked back, and at some point, a slightly familiar face appeared on the Black Iron Throne.
His eyes are red, his skin is pale, and his appearance is very handsome. He is a rare breed in the Western Continent.
He was wearing an elegant tuxedo, which looked like a windbreaker. Under the dark coat style, a white underwear shirt was exposed.
When he saw Laite, he lifted up his tuxedo and crossed his legs, revealing the scarlet part inside that was painted with blood.
"Vladimisky! I saw you in the Chekavsk newspaper. You were executed because you opposed His Royal Highness the Crown Prince's attack on the Lost Ones and used magic to coerce him. Why do you appear here?" Laite
exclaimed.
"What a smart kid." Vladimirski admired, with an endearing smile on his lips, and said elegantly:
"The Vampires will not die easily. We have strong vitality. This is the premise. As long as our surviving ancestor of the Vampires does not close his eyes, I will not die. Laite, as long as you are willing, you will soon
It can also break through the lifespan limit of humans and the lost and gain eternity.”
"I don't want to." Laite flatly refused:
"Eternal life will bring eternal pain. Besides, how much magic power will be consumed to maintain it."
Out of practical considerations, Laite made Vladimisky laugh. After laughing wildly, he managed to regain his composure and continued:
"Actually, I am the Pope of the Dark Night. That scumbag Yin Fante doesn't know this. Even apart from our own people, the stupid and ugly losers from the Church of Hope and the Church of Giants don't know either."
"It's quite an anecdote," Laite commented.
"The person who has always been wearing a black robe and a metal mask is my puppet. It has been like this for more than a hundred years. This is perfect and successfully deceived Yin Fante. He always thought that I had a conflict with the Pope of Dark Night.
There are two forces, so he released me, announced to the outside world that I was executed, tried to let the tiger return to the mountain, and provoked our own internal fighting. It is a pity that we are the one shrouded in 'wisdom'."
"Now, although our three major churches are at a disadvantage on all fronts, and our church has also lost the 'Silent Ore Pit' in the 'Silent Central District', we have gained you, and after the 'banquet' catalyzed the red
You have the magic source power. I can feel that, Laite, you have already obtained the 'Wisdom' sequence core, and now you only have the last step to get the 'Pain' sequence core and get promoted."
"How do I do it?" The desire for power made Laite blurt out without hesitation.
Vladimirski did not answer immediately, but teleported and appeared in front of Laite, stretched out his long and slender tongue to lick his cheek, exposed his sharp fangs and approached Laite's neck, and whispered:
"blood."
"Blood?" Laite asked, "Whose?"
"A person with 'divine nature' was originally a human being, but now he is a man who exists in the superposition of 'blood clan' and 'lost people'."
"Is it Brett?" Wright asked, his tone becoming serious.
"Hahahaha, hahahaha, hahahaha." Vladimirski couldn't help laughing wildly. He lifted up his tuxedo again, turned around gorgeously, took two steps forward to distance himself from Latra, then turned around again, slightly
He lowered his head and said like a wild beast discovering delicious prey:
"You are very smart, you are Brett, that big guy like a polar bear. But now he has become my subordinate."
"Wicked!" Laite cursed, spitting on Vladimirski's smooth leather shoes.
However, the Dark Night Pope and the leader of the blood clan did not pay attention, but continued to say in a provocative tone:
"Yes, it is evil. If we don't do evil, we can't survive. Okay, I won't talk nonsense with you, compatriots," Vladimirski opened his arms and stretched his hands diagonally upward forty-five degrees, as if to praise
He raised his head like the sun and said:
"Our top-grade lost ones, come in and get to know your new friend, Laite Sugra, the owner of the red magic source power. Also, take the slightly delirious 'Polar Bear' with you."
With that said, Vladimirski teleported back to the black iron throne that reflected the full light.
Immediately afterwards, twenty or thirty top-ranking lost members of the Church of the Dark Night, dressed similarly to Vladimisky, with lean and tall figures, elegant manners, and pale faces, poured in from the side door of the hall.
They neatly and gracefully touched their hearts with their right hands, bent down and bowed to Vladimirski, and then all sat down at the round table in the style of Krusted's palace.
However, the last two lost people who came in, covered by black robes and masks, did not inherit the elegance of the lost people in front. They were tall and powerful, supporting a man in silver-white uniforms, and walked quickly to the door.
In front of Radimisky.
After Vladimirski waved, the two lost men supported the man and faced the crowd. Only then did Laite realize that it was Brett, whom he had not seen for a long time.
At this moment, Brett's face was pale and lifeless, and his original pair of green eyes turned into blood and silver.
The scars on his face have increased a lot, and there is even a line across his face, from his left eye to his lower right lip.
His silver-white hair has become messy, like a dry mop that has been left out for several days without being wetted with water. There is a sequential monster the size of a finger, with a silvery luster, resembling a large water drop hanging on his chest.
"Secret Sound Blood Drops".
Looking carefully, Laite found that Brett's mental state seemed to be very poor, his eyes were dull and lifeless, and his reaction to the surrounding environment was almost zero, but his physical appearance did not seem to have changed much.
But... if there were any changes, Laite observed that Brett seemed to have a pair of bat-like wings growing on his back. When he flapped unconsciously, he also revealed two "six-pointed star shields" imprinted on both wings.