The blazing flames illuminated the living room like daylight. Holmes sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, smoking a pipe and frowning deeply: "Can't you be tougher?"
"Is this necessary?" Gilbert Wilkin asked, "I don't like wasting time."
"How can I still enjoy the pleasure of destroying prisoners?"
Holmes buttoned his shiny back and was very embarrassed: "Mr. Giuseppe's performance is very satisfactory. He is not only a qualified tenant, but also a qualified prisoner. He racked his brains to make inferences."
I like him best if he can get effective feedback."
Giuseppe Diaz, who was standing aside, was breathing heavily again. He felt that he was being tricked, but there was no evidence. He wanted to get angry, but the two spirit puppets did not dare to do it.
So he chose to remain silent.
"I won't give you the chance to delay."
Gilbert Wilkin raised his hand and the two spirit puppets clustered at Giuseppe's feet returned to his side. At the same time, he closed his eyes and began to sing softly.
"A highly respected leader, a leader who has ruled for a long time.
He is the incarnation of the white snake and possesses supreme power.
He gives power generously to the most loyal believers.
He is the great god of voodoo, Dambala
Dambala, Dambala.
Please send your gift, your most loyal followers need your help."
As the chanting progressed, a dark golden light shone on Gilbert Wilkin's chest, and ripples flowed through his skin. Even heavy clothes could not block the gradually blazing light, a magic that was extremely beautiful.
The formation suddenly appeared.
"Dad, he is performing some kind of summoning ceremony." Yunia said suddenly.
Feeling the fluctuations coming from the magic circle, Ma Wei knew that the situation was not good. The other party obviously knew how to use the power of the gift, and although he had powerful power, he did not know how to use it.
boom!
boom!
Inspector Macmillan raised his revolver and pulled the trigger repeatedly at the chanting Gilbert Wilkin. However, under the protection of the two spirit puppets, the bullets could not hurt him at all. At this moment
The chanting is over.
Gilbert Wilkin opened his eyes, looked at the futile MacMillan, grinned, and pressed his hands on the heads of the two soul puppets: "Dambara, the great god of Voodoo, I offer you a sacrifice.
, beseeching you for the advent of ancient magic, witch spirit puppet!”
Amidst the shrill cries, the two spirit puppets melted into a pool of black colloid. After a brief squirming, they grew into long and narrow limbs and a head larger than before, which was three meters high. Thin growths grew on the dark body surface.
Scales, like some kind of venomous snake.
"Don't give them any chance!" Gilbert Wilkin retreated into the kitchen and shouted: "Do it!"
The huge witch spirit puppet received the order, grabbed a policeman, and swallowed him directly.
Then, its body began to squirm again, two arms grew from its back, and the cold light on its scales became deeper and deeper.
"Monster! Monster!!!"
The Witch Spirit Puppet formed by the fusion of two spirit puppets seemed to have a physical form. Even MacMillan and others could see it. Facing such a huge monster, they were so frightened that they stepped back and had no way to defeat the enemy.
The witch spirit puppet stood in front of the door and danced its long arms. Every time it swallowed a person, it would grow two new arms. It did not move forward rashly, but instead bit by bit bit by bit the survivors' space for movement.
Some people were so frightened that they even rushed into the flames and escaped from the house through the windows.
The woolen sweaters they were wearing became the best ignition material, and they caught fire at the first touch. Eventually, the flames spread all over their bodies and turned into a ball of fire. They screamed several times and fell down.
"What the hell!"
Inspector MacMillan hurriedly filled the bullets and stepped back to Ma Wei. When he saw that he was not moving, he shouted in an almost roaring tone: "Why are you still standing here! Come into the living room quickly!"
Ma Wei looked at the approaching Witch Spirit Puppet with an expressionless face. He could not feel any emotions such as fear, nervousness, happiness, etc., as if nothing in the world could cause fluctuations in his heart.
He grasped the power of the gods, but also lost the human heart.
"There is fire behind it and there is no way to escape." Ma Wei said calmly: "If you want to survive, you must either kill it or kill its owner."
"Of course I know! Damn it! You don't need to remind me about this kind of thing, okay?!"
Before he could admire Marvey's calmness, MacMillan shouted: "That bastard Gilbert hid in the kitchen, and the pistol couldn't hit him at all!"
"I suggest you hide, guns are useless against you."
"I can't retreat! I'm a policeman! Anyone can escape, but not me!"
Mavey stretched out his hand, grabbed MacMillan by the collar, swung him back and threw him into the living room.
The witch spirit puppet with more than a dozen arms also came in front of him at this moment.
"It's so ugly."
Ma Wei looked at the extremely ugly Witch Spirit Puppet in front of him and curled his lips: "Is the incarnation of the God of Voodoo such a disgusting monster?"
"Roar!!!"
As if it understood his taunt, the Witch Spirit Puppet let out an angry roar and grabbed several arms together, trying to tear the villain in front of him into pieces.
"Meow!!!"
Two shadows, one orange and one black, suddenly appeared between it and Ma Wei. With his flexible body, Fat Orange and Little Black began to attack the Witch Spirit Puppet. Every time he swung his sharp claws, he could tear apart its fine scales.
, thick black liquid gurgled out from the wound, and the fishy smell was pungent.
It couldn't care about Ma Wei anymore, it roared and wanted to kill the fat orange little black man crawling on its body, but its clumsy movements could not even touch the fat orange little black man's hair. After struggling again and again, all he got was
More wounds.
"Ugly, ugly, but you do have very high research value."
While watching the battle coldly, Ma Wei murmured to himself: "Perhaps we can get many useful clues from you, hmm. How should we arrest you?"
As he was thinking about it, Ma Wei suddenly remembered the glass bottle that Giuseppe Diaz had thrown on the ground, from which the spirit puppet was released. That being the case.
Could the glass bottle be some kind of container?
If it is some kind of container.
Can you accommodate this monster in front of you?
Thinking of this, Mavey thought he could give it a try. He led Yunia into the living room, picked up the glass bottle and cork in front of Holmes, ignored the shocked and dazed looks of MacMillan and others, and returned to the entrance.
"There is a magic circle at the bottom of the bottle. When Gilbert Wilkin summoned the Witch Spirit Puppet just now, a magic circle also appeared on his chest."
While muttering, Ma Wei tried to funnel his power into the magic circle. As the power flowed in, the magic circle engraved on the bottom of the bottle suddenly lit up with a faint blue light, and air began to pour into the bottle, forming a small ball.
A small cyclone and strong suction force appear from the mouth of the bottle.
"really."
Ma Wei smiled and pointed the mouth of the bottle at the monster in front of him: "Fat Orange and Xiao Hei, get out of the way!"
