The door was still closed, but the imprisoned monster had woken up. じ.じ

As always, it stood quietly, its eyes open, neither in reality nor in fantasy, its hot, white eyes staring at the door, the door still tightly closed, leaving no gap, but it could sense that one of the shackles had been loosened, and that human **, greed, ignorance, and the emotions that accompanied them were seeping in, and small voices chirped, continuously, lingeringly, "We need you." The voices said, "We need you, we need you, we need you......"

"Messiah."

So what, the monster said, "I don't need you." It opened its mouth, as if to reveal a smile: "Although I don't mind going out for a walk once in a while."

The power was out of control, and though the door hadn't been opened, the liquid or atomized light was pouring out of it, and Epkins lowered his head and pressed hard against his chest, as if that was the way it would stop its spread—but it was harder, harder than any time before. It was perhaps one of the toughest hurdles he'd ever had to go through in his life.

He was compulsively trapped in the sleepparalysis stage - in order to avoid the actions in the dream from reflecting to reality, once humans enter the stage of deep sleep, the motor center will be closed, and only the eyes and eyelids can still move, but many times, human consciousness will be awake before **awake, they are awake, but they can only move their eyeballs, tremble their eyes and even can't open their eyes, move their fingers, and most of them will be accompanied by hallucinations...... Shredded sounds, blurred dark shadows, and so on...... Or or. The fragrant scent of wild roses.

The scent of wild roses grew stronger, and for the first time Sasha couldn't estimate how long he could hold out, and he heard Beelzebub's roar, indistinct. He wanted Beelzebub to leave, and if it was as he had assumed, he wouldn't suffer much harm, but Beelzebub didn't, even if there was no one else, it belonged to Sasha. Hopkins's, that out-of-control power will also become the most bizarre and cruel blade.

Beelzebub felt like he had been cut into hundreds. Or even countless copies.

In fact, the number of copies was not as many as he thought, and it was still far from an infinite number of copies. He just looked a bit like a dozen tangled deep-sea octopuses, flesh-colored, with light emanating from them—the sky, the surrounding buildings, and the ground were pitch black, and the translucent muscles could faintly search for the source of the light. The human features were squeezed into different places by the hyperplasia, one eye at the neck of what was once "body" and the other at the end of an arm, and they couldn't find his nose, and his mouth, something that perhaps shouldn't be called a mouth. It is still in its old position, with only teeth and the skin that surrounds the alveolar bone and upper and lower jaw bones. The chin, cheeks, neck, and tongue were nowhere to be seen, and countless tentacles protruded from various protrusions and recesses, swaying triumphantly and triumphantly, stained with transparent rain and slime—strange twisting and snapping sounds were heard, and the pavement swayed up and down like seismographs. The palm-thick slabs were torn apart piece by piece, everything the tentacles touched. Whether it's street lamps, plants, bronze sculptures, or fire hydrants and garbage bins fixed to the sidewalks, they will all be crushed, pinched, and devoured—whether they actually swallow the so-called stomach and intestines, but it is indeed an indisputable fact that anything will disappear without a trace after being covered by those wriggling "things" that can expand to cover half of the street.

"It" didn't run away, it didn't attack, in fact, he was in a state of confusion, too much force had disturbed Beelzebub's brain, he couldn't even focus on one thing, he was more irritable, restless, and hungry than ever.

The bullet popped into Beelzebub's body, and his movements suddenly stopped, and then a scream rang out.

The tentacles rushed out of the drain, and the python rolled up and strangled the enemy's body like that, its strength was a hundred times greater than that of the cold-blooded creature, and the person who was caught was almost strangled in two on the spot, and the filthy and smelly blood was dripping to the ground.

"Come to me, quietly." Heyman held up a hand, his face bare in the glimmer of light and rain, crystal as if carved out of marble, and his eyes were firm and unwavering.

The priests immediately complied, and moved silently as if they were near a fire in the winter wilderness, and many of them were trembling slightly, their fingers stuck in the triggers, as if cemented to them by fear—a number of them had the same problem as the drunkards responsible for stopping the "ghouls" in the hospital—they had killed dogs, killed people, but for the first time, they were confronted head-on, at close range...... Something too evil to fit into the realm of reason and imagination. "What is this?" A young priest asked, full of disgust, a little fear, a little curiosity, which was usually unruly and contemptible, but now no one cared, not even.

The tentacles and the pile of "things" didn't chase after them, it even looked a little dazed, and Elder John continued to stand in the rain next to the man in charge of protecting him, fresh blood snaking down his wrist and dripping into the rain.

"Demons." "We're not fighting flesh and blood," said briefly, "and he pointed to a dark corner, and the person hiding inside immediately came out, she bowed her head, walked over to and knelt down on one knee, reached out and touched her forehead. It's a battle against the principalities, the powers, the demons who rule over the dark world, and the spiritual spirits of the heavens. He paused, and then spoke to those who knelt before him: "Put on the helmet of salvation and take the sword of the Holy Spirit, which is the word of God." The word of God is alive and effective, swifter than any two-edged sword, piercing even the soul and the spirit, the joints and the marrow, and discerning the thoughts and thoughts of the heart. ”

The blessed nun looked up, she had an ugly face, bulging cheekbones, deflated lips, a huge nose hanging forward, almost kissing a pointed chin, and her yellow hair soaked with rain: "May sinners be destroyed from the face of the earth. Let the wicked be gone. Bless the LORD in my soul. She replied in a soft voice.

When she walked towards the terrible and abominable "devil" that seemed to appear only after the end of the world, all the men made way for her, and it could even be said that with a respect, which was almost rare in White Salt City.

Elder John was sent aside, and someone stopped the bleeding for him, and he frowned slightly, if he wanted to shed more blood, but he was even more reluctant to go against Heyman's wishes.

"That kid ......"

"She is the Lord's servant, the Lord's sword, the avenger and the punishment of the wicked." said calmly, "This is also the will of the Lord. ”

The pile of "things" was not so far away from them, and the ugly-looking nun only took a few dozen seconds to get within its "range", and the vicious fluctuations came from under her feet, and she almost fell, but before that, she had reached out her hand, and the light of metal gathered on her equally lackluster, lanky, withered hands, and the light grew longer and wider in the blink of an eye, taking the shape of a one-handed sword, and she grasped it and slashed at Beelzebub with all her might. The scream may have been a delusion, or it may have been real, the only thing worth affirming is that the bullet could not cause the evil thing to be affected by it was cut open, and the huge wound opened on the body like a crying lips, whether it caused fatal injuries is unknown, but "it" was truly enraged, and the fluorescent body swooped down like sludge with independent thoughts, swallowing the nun in one fell swoop. The monks of White Salt City clenched their guns and other weapons, but they never heard Heyman's order, and the people who had been strangled had been eaten, and now the "thing" was once again grunting with baby-like satisfaction.

This is a stomach pouch, it has everything that should be in the human stomach pouch, including hydrochloric acid, pepsinogen, mucus, and digestive juice with internal factors as the main components, different from human gastric juice, its "compatibility" is much stronger, even the liquid that bullets and stones can dissolve corroded the nun's eyes, nose and ears without even three seconds of effort, the burning heat precedes the pain throughout the body, and the willpower born based on pious faith prompts the nun to reach out silently, and the metal that has not melted for the time being is adsorbed, A second layer of skin formed on her remaining torso—Beelzebub grunted discontentedly, and the sudden appearance of something large made him feel a little indigestion.

Fragments of metal condensed into sharp knives on the misshapen arm, and the nun slit through the muscles that wrapped around her.

The muscles contracted tensely, and they produced a force similar to that of a press that stamped a high-strength steel plate, and they were capable of crushing her, and without the layer of metal that had enveloped her, they were not thick, nor would they be resistant to pressure and corrosion, but they were valuable enough to be able to keep flowing for a short time—Beelzebub had swallowed too much.

The pain was numbing, and the nun staggered, remembering well what Heyman had told her, that she was looking for the light, the heat, the light and heat that no other place in the world could have—she had found it.

The long, narrow blade sliced through Beelzebub's body, and with a white, bright light, the intact treasure slipped out like a pearl from an oyster.

ps:

Happy Chinese New Year, adults! Sorry, I forgot, Chinese New Year doesn't just mean a holiday......

((One second to remember)