"Squeak... Creak.... Creak.... ”

A tooth-aching grinding sound came from the hole.

A large bag gradually bulged from the ground, revealing its contents as the dirt rolled down.

The dark red, demonic creature was tightly wrapped around its body by countless vines of varying thicknesses.

Thin sharp needles emerged from the vines, trying to pierce the demon's tough skin, making a muffled sound of cracking skin drums.

The vines "send" the demon to the side of the oak giant.

"One~One~cast~shadow~ and~has~~~"

The demon struggled to break free from the vine's entanglement, but the more violently it moved, the more vines came up and the force became stronger.

From the beginning, the fusiform winding has a tendency to gradually change to the spherical winding.

"Saloimman, I thought the druids were wise, but I didn't expect that after countless years, your brain has been completely wooden!"

"The World Tree Council will need demonic power, and the earth will need demonic power, you should convey it to me!! I am here to release goodwill!!"

Hear these words from the devil.

Reagan, who had resisted the urge to faint, saw that the entire huge oak tree began to tremble slightly, and the amplitude grew larger and larger.

The "sparse" sound of branches and leaves rubbing is mixed with the sound of "creaking".

A burst of laughter rang out.

"Ha~~~Ha~~~~Ha~~~~Ha~~~~"

"Good~~~meaning~~~?"

"Extreme~~Abyss~~Evil~~Demon~~~~Good~~Meaning~~"

"Ha~Ha~Ha~Ha~Ha~~~~~"

"You~for~why~not~self~self~go~and~they~say?"

The demon wrestled violently a few times, causing a strong vine contraction.

"You think I don't want to, but this generation of observers is human! It's human! It's a damn human!"

"Bang~"

The ground was stomped by the oak giant, and the edge was scattered at any time.

"Sa~pull~so~put~abandon~this~have~rong~device~, I~rao~pass~you~of~cast~shadow~~"

After saying this, the ancient tree druid quietly looked at the "small" demon in front of him, and the latter did not speak again after being interrupted.

"Saloiman, remember what I said!"

As the words fell, a burst of ink-like things rose from the demon's body, which seemed so conspicuous even in the dark night, and when the vines were slightly loosened, this gravity-defying black ink overflowed even faster.

After more than ten seconds, the black ink stopped spilling and all dissipated into the air.

Reagan could vaguely see the vines loosen to reveal a white chubby body.

"Lucy... Lucy, did you see that?"

Reagan asked his companion, but received no response.

Turn your head and look.

Lucy was already unconscious on the windowsill.

The physical discomfort was intensifying, and Reagan himself had an urge to fall unconscious.

No, I can't pass out yet!

He dragged himself through exhaustion and opened the suitcase next to the bed, revealing some of the clothes inside.

Flipping through the clothes, there were two pistols and some emergency medicine underneath.

Reagan took out an injection, which was a stimulant with some side effects, and they usually only injected it if they were seriously injured or had lost too much blood, but they didn't care about it at this time.

Biting his tongue to force himself to wake up, he directly ripped off the collar for subcutaneous injection.

"Hiss~"

After a few seconds, a strong stimulus came, and the whole body briefly recovered a little, and consciousness became clear.

Reagan slumped down the window again, and saw that the terrifying vines waving in the sky were shrinking into the ground, and the great oak tree was gone.

After waiting for more than a minute, all the vines have disappeared from the ground, and I don't know if they are still lurking in the depths of Dublin.

All that remains of the site is a devastated ground, with numerous potholes and rubble scattered across a large area.

Many residents' houses have been hit by rubble, including the Miso Inn.

Broken glass windows and ceramic glass products are countless.

Taking a few deep breaths and stepping on a weak pace, Reagan went downstairs to check out the scene.

There are certainly not many people who are still awake, at least not Reagan.

The phone had been destroyed in the aftermath of that strange attack, but fortunately the mechanical watch had only shattered the gem face, and the interior was still working.

Calculating the time, it has been about ten minutes since I heard the police of the hotel owner Miso just now, and in the United States, if there is a suspected terrorist attack in the case of convenient transportation at night, it will not be long before the police arrive.

But this is Ireland, so I should have a little time to investigate.

The road was littered with shattered cars, smashed and bent street lights, all of which were turned off because of the attack.

The four Britons were lucky enough to be unconscious in their hiding corners, the nearest stray boulder less than a foot away from one of them.

Reagan's steps were vain, and he had to keep an eye on the ground at all times to prevent himself from tripping over the holes left by the "magic vine", and in his current state, even if he was supported by stimulants, he didn't know if he could get up again.

Fortunately, I finally persevered through this long journey and came to the "center of the battlefield".

The white and chubby body was still in place, with only two or three rags on it, and the rest of the clothes were missing.

This is the demon-possessed man!, Reagan thought to himself.

I wanted to find some fragments of branches, leaves, and vines that fell from the oak tree, but I couldn't find them after looking around, and I saw a lot of them just now!

He didn't dare to hesitate, for fear that he would not be able to hold on to the coma, so he walked up to the man as fast as he could, took out a cylinder and stuck it on the man's leg, and then drew out a small section of blood.

Flip over the man's face and carefully remember his appearance.

When I stood up, my eyes were dark, and a strong feeling of dizziness struck, and with my strong willpower, I didn't faint because I was in danger.

But on the way back to the hotel, Reagan's luck finally turned for the better, and he passed by a British agent when he found the man's hands clutched at the branch.

That's an oak branch!

After several vigorous twitches, he could not pull it out of the man's hand, and finally he had to break it with one finger at a time to snatch the branch.

"Thank you for your contribution to the CIA, British!"

He whispered to the man on the ground with a smile on his face for the first time tonight.

By the time the sound of the police car finally came, Reagan had returned to the room and placed the branches and blood samples under the box.

He closed the door in a daze, and then fainted happily.

。。。

Early the next morning, Amid the noise of ambulances, Reagan woke up, and Lucy, James, and George were already awake before him.

Apparently they had discovered the contents of the box, and looked at Reagan with admiration in their eyes.

However, the sequelae of Reagan's stimulant have already been manifested, and now the whole body is weak and mentally tingling, and it is impossible to concentrate.

Lucy handed him a glass of water.

"Reagan, I think we can go back and kick the commissioner's ass. ”

"They want us to catch that kind of thing!!"