Silent waves echoed in the small ward. The furious Hood Ogen waved his forelimbs covered with iron-black scales and tore a terrifying crack on the ground.
The splinters of wood and broken thorns on the cheap floor exploded and scattered under the strong wind brought by his arm, leaving several obvious blood stains on the bodies of Klein and Dunn.
Dunn, who was in good physical condition, responded to the sudden pain, quickly gathered his thoughts, and got rid of the influence of the "mind blast". He did not try to enter Hood Ogan's dream again, but jumped into it.
The ground continued to roll, and he quickly moved to Hood Ogen's right side. He decisively drew out his gun, and pointed the black muzzle at Hood Ogen's mutated head, issuing a death declaration.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Three bullets shining with silver light quickly penetrated into Hood Ogen's head, which was wrapped in iron-black scales, and directly opened a wound with a terrifying diameter in his more fragile temple, which was only around the blood hole.
There are a few crispy and rolled scales hanging there symbolically.
Klein, who had just barely regained his ability to think, looked at the scene in front of him, looked at Hood Eugen who had not yet fallen to the ground, and quickly pulled out the revolver he had placed in the armpit bag of his formal suit.
However, before Klein could reach his target, Hood Eugen, whose head was damaged by a bullet and had a hideous bloody hole, began to move with twisted limbs. He staggered towards the barbed wire window that was littered with crimson moonlight.
Did he want to escape? Klein subconsciously looked at the captain further away and saw the calmness in his deep gray eyes. Dunn was looking in the direction of Hood Eugen. He had already raised his arm again and fired the revolver.
ready.
Klein took a long breath, quickly took aim at Hood O's head, and then pulled the slightly cold trigger.
After a burst of messy gunfire, the out-of-control Extraordinary "Psychiatrist" suddenly gave up the attack for unknown reasons and escaped with injuries. He fell alone in this cramped ward. His head, which was originally covered with hard scales, now
Just like the watermelon falling from a height, red and white, it rained down to every corner of the room.
Klein raised his arm and wiped the traces of moisture on his cheek with the back of his hand. He lowered his right hand and looked, only to find that it was dots of yellow that exuded a fishy smell.
He resisted the urge in his throat, stood up as if nothing had happened, and asked Dunn in a low voice:
"Captain, what did you see in his dream just now?"
Normally, even if it is a dream of a mental patient, even if it is full of weird and horrifying distortions, a "nightmare" whose home is the dream is unlikely to be counterattacked, unless there is something hidden in his dream.
Something terrifying enough!
Dunn looked at the corpse with his head exploded on the ground in front of him. He did not answer Klein's question directly. Instead, he first prepared the "Requiem" charm in his pocket, then rubbed his tired and stinging forehead, and said slowly
:
"The senior executive of the Psychological Alchemy Society you saw when you channeled Dust's spirit before, that middle-aged man in a wheelchair."
"The mental attack that Hood Ogen just issued should not be his own ability. I saw the man in the wheelchair growl before being hurt. As for the mental attack that Hood Ogen issued, I guess it may be
He should be hurt more severely than us by the leakage of the power that person planted in his mind."
"That is to say, he was the most seriously injured person in that attack?" Klein looked at Hood Eugen's decaying body immediately after his death and said after consideration.
In just a few breaths, the headless corpse had turned into a pool of bloody mud in front of Klein's eyes. It seemed that even the most basic human structure had been damaged, and it could only rely on the blue and white stripes of disease.
uniform to judge the position of his limbs.
Dunn took out the black gloves from his pocket and turned slightly sideways. His eyes were instantly filled with a layer of deep darkness, and the muffled sound of several heavy objects falling to the ground outside the door could be clearly heard.
He put on his gloves, pulled open the lunatic hospital gown covering Hood Organ, and said while inspecting:
"He must have gone completely crazy after that attack, so he acted like a panicked beast and was killed by us so easily."
Also, he actually exposed the back of his head to us at the end... Klein's eyes roughly glanced at the few complete parts of Hood Ogan's "corpse". One was dozens of iron-black ghost bullets.
Instead of the scales of light, his heart is stained with light black and light blue, and becomes crystal clear. Just looking at it will make people feel unbearable dizziness.
Klein gave up looking at Hood Organ's body and walked out of the room door. He saw the staff who had been attracted by the loud noise and had fallen into a deep sleep under the captain's ability. He gently bent down.
He grabbed his waist and dragged them all to a place farther away in the corridor.
After doing all this, when Klein returned to the lunatic asylum ward where the captain was, he found that Dunn had picked up the crystal heart.
Today, the captain seems to have been "picking up corpses". He is now more like a "corpse collector" than a "nightmare"... Klein's brain was slightly distracted, and he took out the paper he usually carries with him.
Passed it to Dunn.
"Captain, do you need me to channel Hood Organ?" Klein asked tentatively out of his "position within the team."
Dunn's deep gray eyes were slightly divergent. After a few seconds of silence, he nodded and said:
"The ability of the 'audience' mainly covers the spiritual realm and should not be able to deeply affect the dead body. You can try it."
After speaking, he looked at Klein, who was taking off the silver chain from his left wrist, and added:
"Remember to divine the danger and don't force it."
"Of course." The corners of Klein's mouth raised slightly, and he let the citrine he had taken off hang down freely, and silently recited the corresponding divination sentence.
Alas, as time passed, even the captain began to act like a "divineer" in some aspects. Klein complained silently in his heart.
The freely hanging citrine pendant slowly rotates clockwise and gradually speeds up.
"There is no danger." Klein raised his head and said to Dunn.
Dunn, who had been watching Klein's movements, nodded, put away the "Requiem" charm he had been holding in his hand, and took two steps back to make room for Klein.
Klein expertly arranged the preparations for the channeling ceremony, sprayed the spirituality with the silver dagger, and built a spiritual wall that sealed the entire room.
Under the chanting in Hermes, Klein saw "pitch black" spreading outward from the dimly colored candlelight.
In silence, he allowed this deep "dark night" to envelope him.
In the boundless darkness, Hood Ogen's slightly thin figure stood alone, his eyes had no focus, only his eyeballs stared blankly forward.
Has the spiritual capital been destroyed? With doubts, Klein landed next to Hood Organ and tried to contact this "psychiatrist" who had gone crazy long ago.
With a smile on his lips, he said as calmly as possible:
"Do you remember Dust?"
"Remember." Hood Eugen said blankly.
Klein kept a certain distance from him and tried:
"What about Lanreus?"
Hood Ogen still looked unconscious, his lips slightly opened, and he muttered:
"A good man, a good man who helps me get rid of my confusion. He is the light that dispels the darkness for me. He is a thief hiding under the skin of sophistry and rhetoric."
A mentally ill person is so philosophical. He may be more suitable to be a "Midnight Poet" than Leonard... Klein did not forget his original purpose and asked:
"How did he help you."
"Help..." Hood Ogen's cloudy, empty eyes showed a trace of clarity, and he no longer spoke slurringly. He spoke quickly, "I provided him with help, and he
It provides me with an opportunity. He said that this is an opportunity. This is the worst era and the best era. Everything has divinity. As long as we can seize the opportunity, we can also become the controller of the world and obtain immortality.
Divinity!”
Divinity? A Sequence Eight and a Sequence Seven, two existences that could only be called low-sequence in ancient times, are actually seeking divinity? The corner of Klein's mouth twitched and he tried to maintain a calm tone:
"What kind of path did he provide, or what did you help him?"
Hood Ogen, whose eyes were slightly clear, and who was standing on the ground, suddenly burst out laughing, and replied in confused words:
"Help...hahaha...help!"
"I just did my job..."
"I just..."
Hood Eugen, who was laughing crazily, suddenly froze on the spot, his words stopped abruptly, his thin spiritual body was completely twisted, and a dark "thick ink" spread from his body, and the illusory shadow instantly enveloped him.
After seeing this spiritual body that was about to collapse, he divided out the outlines of seven vague heads, which were too vague to be real.
He roared at Klein, who was imprisoned in place:
"Secret."
What is this? Why do I always encounter this kind of thing? A layer of illusory, hazy gray mist quickly gathered around Klein, and the shadows around him suddenly "came alive" and turned into a smooth and smooth "black"
"Velvet Curtain", connected end to end, wrapped around Klein's spirit body and instantly threw him out of the dreamland.
The "curtain" twisted for a while, turning into a pool of viscous black liquid, intersecting with the slightly thin gray mist around it. The gray mist and black liquid blended, and densely packed granulation-like worms appeared on the surface. Then, they intertwined into
A translucent dark cloak.
At the same time, under the pitch-black cloak, an illusory mask with blank features was vaguely visible.
Confronting the terrifying shadow with seven black heads, a gentle and calm voice came from the illusory cloak:
"Don't be so excited about 'The Hanged Man', not everyone can bear your nonsense."
The voice of the huge shadow that followed the sky rumbled:
"It's almost become my instinct."
"Secret" chuckled, with a calm voice:
"Then you might as well give your own characteristics to Sasril. After all, you are essentially the same person, right?"
The illusory, deep shadow was silent for two seconds:
"Your current state is not stable. The plan we originally envisioned has not been successfully realized. After all, there is no unique spiritual body for us to experiment with."
The translucent cloak of "Secret" floated for a while, the black liquid on the surface was distorted, and the originally gentle and calm voice fluctuated slightly:
"Haha, you're not much better. The way you are now, I really want to show your dignity."
"Is this some kind of Chinese slang?" The "Hanged Man" floating in a burst of nothingness had a low voice, no longer full of horrific babble as usual, "I originally thought I was relatively proficient in Chinese."
Proficient, this is the reason why you took advantage of the uniqueness of "White Tower" and sent a clone to follow me for more than ten days. If I hadn't discovered that your Chinese has improved so fast, I wouldn't have discovered your perverted behavior...
.. "Secret" shook his head in a very humane manner, with a rare hint of helplessness in his calm voice:
"You disappeared before the Chernobyl accident, so of course you couldn't have heard lines from the movies and TV shows born in the new millennium."
"Tsk, I've always felt that you are the one who enjoys the most pleasure between us. Of course, compared to 'Adam' who has inherited most of 'you' personality, your dull self is actually more likable, but this is too boring.
, there is no challenge at all, I still prefer a pleasant atmosphere.”
"Okay, you can continue to act, continue to use the chess piece of Adam and Amanysis, or you can continue to hang on to that smart 'scammer', just don't be deceived by him." "Secret" has returned to its original form.
That gentle and calm state.
"This is not like you." The seven heads covered by shadows moved up and down, and the words were as stiff as a machine.
"Secret" nodded indifferently and said with half a sigh and half a smile:
"For me now, it doesn't matter what the outcome is. As long as civilization survives, I don't recommend going through more hardships for the greater good."
"Anyway, a person in history doesn't have to care about the current world's evaluation, right?"
The shadows in the sky and the earth trembled, and the heads wrapped in seven illusory shadows sank into the darkness, and the entire dream collapsed.
A second before the illusion disappeared, the silvery and transparent mask under the dark cloak quietly disintegrated, and a smile spread across Zhou Mingrui's soft face.
In reality, Klein, who was standing still, suddenly staggered two steps, two thin streams of blood appeared on his eyelids, and he roared twice.
Dunn, who was standing by, saw this and rushed forward to greet him. He took out the potion he carried with him from the inner pocket of his coat, and poured it into Klein's mouth with familiarity.
"Cough, cough..." Klein coughed a few times with great effort, raised his right arm and wiped the blood stains under his eyelids. His brain felt a stabbing pain, as if it was the first time he boarded the
It's like the feeling in the gray fog, as if there are countless vague whispers lingering in the ears.
Dunn handed him his handkerchief and asked with concern: "When you were channeling Hood Organ's spirit, were you secretly attacked by the senior executive of the Psychological Alchemy Society?"
Klein choked a few more times and straightened up with Dunn's help, his voice a little hollow: