Love's eyes blurred, as if he saw the tumbling darkness.

In the darkness, there were a large number of worms twisting and wriggling.

The dark worms kept converging, turning into Dewen's face.

At this time, the young sculptor's face became unusually evil and cold, and his eyes were full of morbid fanaticism.

It's a passion for life, for art, for things beyond imagination!

"How can a fool understand greatness?"

In the darkness, a voice came.

A pained expression appeared on Love's face.

His limbs seemed to melt, and his body began to grow slender, growing worm knots, turning into a giant fleshy worm.

'The intensity of this darkness? ’

Love muttered in his heart that he was about to lose the most important bottom line and enter the red line of loss of reason.

At this moment, thousands of birds seemed to be chirping in his ears.

All kinds of bird calls come together and turn into one sentence:

"The bird with broken wings is my name, devouring your pain to feed my heart!"

A spell, like a sharp beak, pecked through the darkness with precision.

Love's consciousness returned to reality.

He saw a crooked figure on the ground, and saw Dewen with a hideous face in front of him.

"Partner, this time, you have to use the power of the spell."

Behind him, Fang Xian stepped forward and chanted loudly:

"I have been born again and died, but I cannot reach the other ......"

"Death chases the shadows, and without the fragrance, it will not die in the withered ......"

"But this psalm shall endure, and shall give thee immortal ......"

As a high-ranking existence, Fang Xian did not simply copy the incantation.

He used the spell of the 'Bird with Broken Wings' to transform a certain amount of dark spiritual power, and immediately began to infuse it into the 'Immortal Psalms'.

And of the three lines of the 'Immortal Psalm,' he felt that the second was the sharpest and the most offensive weapon.

Therefore, he mostly injected the bullet into the second sentence.

"Death chases the shadows, and without the fragrance, it will not die in the withered ......"

With the chanting, there seemed to be a shadow wriggling on the ground, and it swept towards Dewen with great speed.

As soon as Dewen reached out and grabbed the sculpture, his entire body seemed to expand and disintegrate into wriggling flesh worms: "Ah...... Is this your power? It's just as magnificent, it's just as great! ”

"No Fanghua will not die in withering!"

Fang Xian looked at Dewen and began to repeat for the third time.

Blight!

Blight!

The bleak and cold ending reverberates back and forth in the studio.

The sharp notes seemed to turn into a knife, cutting off pieces of flesh from Dewen's body.

After those 'flesh's flesh and blood hit the ground, they immediately turned into struggling meat worms, but they died one after another, and exploded one by one.

By the time the painful spirit that Fang Xian had transformed had exhausted, Dewen on the opposite side had turned into a scrawny, mummy-like skeleton.

The skeleton stretched out its right hand, as if it wanted to touch the half-finished sculpture.

"...... in the name of the Keeper of Secrets"

Love, who had already gotten up, held the silver pendant, and the muzzle of his other hand was pressed against Devon's forehead.

Bang!

Gunshots rang out.

This time there were no incidents, and blood splattered all over the wall behind Dewen.

The headless corpse collapsed, never to move again.

Love gasped heavily, picked up a piece of oilcloth, covered it with the sculpture, and then turned to look at Fang Xian: "Roca...... How do you feel? ”

"It's okay to ......"

Fang Xian covered his forehead and pretended to have a headache.

"Well, you go out with these people who are sleeping on the ground first, remember not to let one go, they all need to be investigated and screened......"

Love said, and asked nervously, "How are you feeling mentally?" If you can't take medicine, do you have the desire to write? ”

"No......" Fang Xian smiled sincerely, "I only seem to react to those mysterious items of the Falling Star Order......

This makes him much less 'dangerous', and naturally he doesn't mind camouflage.

"That's good, but I'll clean up the battlefield here. The 'stuff' here is of high spec, and you're not fit to touch ...... at the moment," Love seemed relieved.

"No problem!"

Fang Xian nodded, dragged a pot-bellied wealthy businessman out of the studio.

He knows it well.

The dark forces involved in the 'Giant Worm' should be very powerful.

Even, just by influencing Dewen, the sculptor not only gained a certain degree of 'immortality', but also mastered terrifying spiritual powers, which even the investigators who had taken tranquilizers could not support them.

This shows what extraordinary power that statue, as well as Capu's manuscript, has!

This level of danger and secrecy is far beyond the reach of a trainee investigator like Rocca.

So...... If I hadn't peeked a little bit at the beginning, I'm afraid I wouldn't have been able to touch it again for a long time to come......

'The Capulo manuscript? I think the most important thing on that is probably the 'Worm Hymn' I wrote......

Fang Xian, who had studied for a while, knew very well.

Humanity cannot comprehend the evil and the horror.

Therefore, whether it is a cultist, an artist, or any other researcher, the 'greatness' that they understand and feel is inherently a very abstract and one-sided thing.

Coupled with the fact that most of them have mental and mental problems, it is normal for them to have hallucinations and logical confusion.

Research papers, texts, manuscripts written by them...... Most of them are disordered, chaotic, full of typos and fallacies.

Even, different people will interpret different content, and maybe they can all have some effect.

Although he had not seen the Capun manuscript, he could guess that it must be something of this kind.

It is misworded and illogical, mixed with all kinds of conjecture and hand-drawn sketch patterns.

Ordinary people may feel dizzy at the sight of it, but those who are highly inspired enough can get some inspiration from it.

As for Fang Xian himself, through 'psychic', he used his own person to reverse analyze, obtained the most core mystical knowledge, and compiled it into a form of poetry that can be understood by humans!

This is the most precious spell of all!

Perhaps other researchers, who have been working on the Capolo manuscript for the rest of their lives, have not been able to study it!

And even if the Keeper of the Secret researches the results, the effect may not be as good as my spell...... It's just that the price is also very high......

After this battle, Fang Xian had a deeper understanding of the power of worms.

Supernatural powers need 'sacrifices', they need 'price'...... 'birds with broken wings' need pain, and 'Immortal Psalms' need spiritual powers that lean towards darkness...... And the 'Worm Hymn', what it needs is probably not only mental power, but also vitality! ’

This was an inexplicable feeling, but Fang Xian was very sure.