It all happened so fast that Martin moved to the corner and stopped moving after seeing Johnny's head completely cut off.

"Contaminated with [spoons]... Or is it a product of black alchemy..."

The woman stared at Johnny's body for a moment, adjusted her breath, and pulled out a rusty revolver and a leather bullet pouch from her robe, and pulled out one of the silver-white bullets and stuffed it into the wheel.

The bullet did not have a metallic luster, but was more like it was made of some unknown stone, and its exterior was very finely polished, with many mysterious symbols and patterns carved on the bullet body, and a smooth ridge at the tip of the bullet.

The woman snapped the wheel back into the chamber of the gun and aimed the muzzle at Johnny's body to shoot.

At that moment, Johnny's body suddenly arched back, and a huge scarlet tongue pierced the flesh and skin behind him, swept towards the woman, and instantly wrapped around her hand holding the gun.

The woman was in pain but pressed the trigger anyway, but the revolver's crosshair was completely disrupted by her tongue, and the muzzle of its gun spewed flames, and the bullet was fired into the floor beneath Johnny.

Seeing this, the woman tried to take out the bullet bag and shoot again, but the tongue had already followed her hand and rolled her body into her.

Her tongue tightened tighter and tighter, white smoke began to rise from the gloves and robes that came into contact with her, and the hissing sound continued, and finally, she let out a painful roar, and the revolver in her hand fell to the ground.

Johnny's body was also against the door, and he began to move backwards, trying to get rid of the shackles of the rapier, but when he was finally blocked by the hilt of the rapier, he began to struggle, trying to pull out the rapier with his hand in reverse but found that he couldn't reach it.

Although he couldn't break away for the time being, the thin sword nailed to the door certainly wouldn't hold him back for long.

Seeing Johnny struggle more and more violently, Martin understood that if this woman died, he would be the next one, and he began to feel the heat in his chest, feeling the anger in his body.

Finally, he snapped his fingers with his tied front paws, and a green flame appeared on his fingertips.

In the days since he arrived, he has trained both front paws to look like real hands, so he snaps his fingers very skillfully.

And in his ear, the strange whisper also appeared again:

"Kaenstein... Carnstein..."

"Gethsemane... Gethsemane..."

It was the green flame that burned Stanley's [Drifting Scripture] that day, and Martin remembered that the black candle with the green flame had circled the scripture twice, and the scripture was painfully burned to ashes as if it had life.

After the red and green flames entered his body, his spirit seemed to be affected somewhat, becoming both drowsy and sometimes extremely active, and when he slept, it seemed that two voices were whispering in his head, which made his mental state gradually deteriorate.

Thinking of the experience of lighting the red flame to copy the [Queen's Mailbox] that day, he did not dare to rashly use the power of these two flames again, and only used them as a means to save his life.

After lighting the green flame, he shook his head to temporarily dispel the strange murmur that appeared next to his ear, and then he rolled on the ground and threw the green flame at Johnny, who was nailed to the door.

The green flame flew lightly towards Johnny without making a sound, and as soon as it touched Johnny's body, it melted into his skin.

Then, Johnny's violently struggling body suddenly came to a standstill.

There was no longer any movement to tie the woman's tongue, and everything seemed to press the pause button.

.....

"Smack... Smack..."

There was a sound of hairy bones and joints colliding out of place, and his hands, which had been against the door, broke in reverse against the rules of physics and stretched out behind his back, forcibly breaking off the joints of his hands and arms.

The skin on the backs of those hands was cracked, and the two bloodshot and fascia eyes opened to look at Johnny's scarlet tongue behind him.

The nails of those two hands began to grow wildly, and then one left and one right grabbed the tongue that pierced his body, and the nails were embedded in the flesh of the tongue.

"Whew-"

As the two eyed hands tugged in opposite directions, the tongue was torn into two huge strips of flesh.

Black-purple blood and mucus flowed all over the ground, and the huge mouth with its back to it seemed to have no vocal cords, and could only struggle violently and silently.

The tip of the tongue of the woman in the bound hood was loosened without support, and the woman collapsed to the ground, her robe not completely corroded.

Then, the flesh that could still be called Johnny opened several bloodshot eyes on his thighs, feet, back, and chest, and his torso and limbs seemed to have their own consciousness, and the joints and bones of his body were broken by themselves, and his limbs began to tear each other apart, and finally they were all stuffed into the big mouth on his stomach and chewed by sharp teeth.

And that large mouth, as it chewed on the rest of its body, fell to the ground, touching the silver-white bullet on the floor.

Then, the bullet melted into the flesh like a green flame, and the large mouth began to soften and shrink, the hideous flesh on its surface gradually became flat and white, and the sharp teeth of the mouth gradually closed, and the mouthparts behind the teeth seemed to be tied tightly by an invisible rope.

In the end, the big mouth turned into the shape of a pocket.

The woman struggled to her feet, she didn't understand what was happening. Just now, when she was entwined with her tongue and felt like her internal organs were about to explode, she caught a glimpse of a green flame flying towards Johnny.

She didn't see the source of the flames, only Johnny's body turned into a monster, and her many eyes opened one after another, making her instinctively feel uncomfortable.

Then there was a creepy rustling sound, and she saw the giant mouth turn into a white pocket.

The woman struggled to get up, picked up the revolver, walked over to the pocket, wrapped it in a handkerchief, picked it up, and turned her head to see Martin lying in the corner.

Martin found that he was being watched by the woman and didn't know how to react at this time, so he wagged his tail.

She froze, looked at Martin's tied legs, and shook her head.

"Green Flame... Could it be this bracelet given by Alain? ”

She looked at a wooden bracelet on her wrist, which looked like it was made from the rhizome of some plant, and looked puzzled.

Carefully wrapping her pockets and putting them in her robe, the woman touched her nose on the mask:

"I still rely too much on this [actor's face], and sure enough, there is a reason why the club listed [Meat Eater] Johnny as a [lamb] with a 30-quality count."

She began to reflect on her previous underestimation of the enemy, and on the basis of a certain amount of information, she almost missed, if it weren't for the green flame, she would have lost her life at this time.

In reflection, she did not freeze in place, but came to Martin's side and untied the ropes that bound his limbs.

"Let's go, we've all got a life back."

The woman seemed to smile wryly, then stood up, jumped onto the beam, and quietly exited through a skylight on the roof.

She knew that the movement just now must have alarmed the surroundings, and although she had stepped on it in advance to understand that no one should come at this time, she must also leave as soon as possible.

And Martin, after the woman left, looked thoughtfully at Johnny's broken red apron left on the ground.

He walked over and picked up the red apron, and found that the strap of the apron was broken, and that it was not damaged in any way.

"Able to cover the abnormality of the man's belly, this apron doesn't look ordinary, and the pattern on it always makes me feel familiar..."

He carefully folded the apron and held it in his mouth, so that it stained the apron with saliva so that it looked like he was holding a discarded rag.

After listening carefully and making sure there was no unusual movement around him, he quietly opened the door and slipped out.

It was already completely dark, and the cold wind blew on his face, and although it carried the sour smell of rotting garbage in the alley, Martin still took a few hard breaths, and he had a sense of luck for the rest of his life.

It didn't seem too far from where he had been tied up before, and he followed the smell of his own bodily fluids in the air and ran towards the [Mercury Spring] where the blind old medicine master was.

"[Gray Wool], [Black Alchemy], [Club], and that strange mask that resembles a character from a previous [Pinocchio] novel, a mutant [Carnivore]..."

As he ran, Martin recalled what the hooded woman had said.

He felt like a giant tree with its roots in the great city of Cavides, and he was walking on one of the stems shaded by the foliage, or wandering, not knowing whether the end of the stem would be the sun or the earth full of insects.