"Stream...... Put......! ”

"Slow!"

The demonic language that hissed like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter came out almost at the same time as the ancient Hermetic language. When the golden ring on the demon's hand lit up, Douglas only felt that he had encountered a majestic and invisible force, and the whole person was thrown high in the air.

Fortunately, the evil spirit is not very good at speaking and speaking, so he has time to hurt each other with "filthy words". The "wriggling hunger" instantly became transparent, causing Douglas to flash to the side of the abruptly sluggish evil spirit, and then switch to the "lava sword" to slash at the evil spirit's long-standing arm with the golden ring.

Swish!

The sword simply pierced through the demon's ethereal body, and some of the black mist was dispersed, but it failed to cut off the arm. Obviously, physical damage alone cannot hurt the root of evil spirits.

Douglas sighed with pity. The golden ring was obviously a relatively powerful seal, and the extraordinary performance of the evil spirit, which usually only devoured flesh and blood, actually had the intelligence to use the seal, which made him have a bad premonition.

As if enraged by his attack, the two ghostly eyes of the evil spirit's head were fixed on Douglas, the black hole opened its mouth wider, and continued to spit out incoherent sentences: "This, place, forbidden, stop ......"

Douglas frowned, and did not dare to let up in the slightest as he swung the "lava sword" in an attempt to interrupt the demon's use of the seal. However, melee combat is not the area of the "master of tricks" after all, and a phrase of ancient Hermesian language is finally spat out in its entirety by the evil spirit:

“…… With, Spirit, Boundary, Ditch, Tong! ”

As the words fell, a faint sense of majesty spread out from the golden ring, slightly changing the rules around it and weakening the connection between the spirit world and reality.

As an existence attached to the spirit world, the state of the evil spirit itself also swayed slightly with this law, and the black mist became not condensed enough, but with the help of the superb fighting ability before death, the attack of the evil spirit gradually accelerated, and the dim long sword in his hand slashed widely.

Losing the means to move quickly, Douglaston retreated one after another, barely parrying the demonic spirit's stormy attacks, his arms quickly stiffened and numb from the impact, and he could barely hold the "lava sword".

Soon, Douglas stumbled and mishandled, and the demon's glimmering greatsword slashed through his chest with great speed.

Like a hot knife cutting through butter, the blade of the sword tears through the flesh with ease. The splatters of blood made the nether fire in the spirit's eyes burn even more, and it lunged forward, desperate to replenish itself with fresh flesh, but the wounded prey turned into a flowing shadow before its eyes, scattering to the ground with a clatter.

The evil spirit, which saw its prey escaping, let out an angry "ho-ho" roar and kept turning its head to look for Douglas's traces.

With the help of the ability to "hide in the shadows" to escape temporarily, Douglas did not dare to hide for too long, lest the evil spirit would "hide his whereabouts" after discovering the nature of his evasion.

Emerging from the shadow of a street lamp not far away, his expression grim with pain, his clothes soaked from the wound that had been pulled diagonally from his left shoulder to his side, and blood dripping into the dust.

Watching the evil spirit turn his head and look at the bloodthirsty light in the eyes of the two ghostly flames, Douglas let out a breath, raised his left hand with some difficulty, and aimed his palm at the evil spirit that was striding closer.

The evil spirit, which had been impatient, trembled involuntarily when facing the pitch-black human skin glove.

For the first time since its birth, the evil spirit, which had been devouring flesh and blood, felt the fear that it was about to be devoured by something.

"Wriggling hunger" lifted the disguise, and the palms of the palms split open the two eyes, and the pupils were bright red, as if stained with blood.

Woo!

A cold whirlwind blew up, causing the tall evil spirits to stagger and irresistibly approach the "wriggling hunger".

In the eyes of the evil spirit, malice and bloodlust subsided, and there was a very human shock, anger, and panic. It thrust its greatsword into the ground, and a black mist-like surface of its body faintly appeared with a little light like the dawn light.

The light swelled more and more, and instead of the evil spirits, it fought against the soul-devouring ability of the "wriggling hunger", and finally condensed a miniature "storm of light"!

The power of this "Storm of Light" is not outstanding, less than one-tenth of its normal level. But under the fierce collision of the two wind pressures, Douglas and the evil spirit were inevitably impacted and pulled away.

With this distance, the evil spirit was freed from the devouring of "wriggling hunger", and in obedience to the will of the heart, it did not hesitate to turn and flee, disappearing into the gradually dim night.

With its departure, the original rule of "no communication with the spirit world" quickly disappeared.

Douglas, who sat on the ground, lowered his arms in prostration, and the human skin gloves reverted to a normal appearance under his will, no longer emitting a cold and bloodthirsty aura.

"I knew I would have eaten it if I had come up......"

Muttering to himself, Douglas looked down at the fleshy wound on his chest, his brow furrowing in pain.

If it weren't for the "forbidden communication with the spirit world" who injured the enemy by 1,000 and injured himself by 800, he almost forgot that evil spirits are essentially no different from ordinary spirits, just another life that relies on the spirit world, uh, maybe a living form of existence.

And "Wriggling Hunger" is able to graze a total of seven souls, and there are currently three empty slots.

It is a spirit that can eat, whether it is an unjust soul or an evil spirit. There is a natural predator-prey relationship between the two.

Temporarily resolved the immediate crisis, Douglas raised his hand with some hesitation and gestured to the wound. Eventually, he silently bit down on his sleeve and used his spirit to ignite a flame to burn the wound to stop the bleeding.

The "master of tricks", who is not specialized in arson, is simply torturous to do this job. Rubbing his fingers little by little over the rolled flesh, Douglas was so pained that beads of sweat and tears fell down with beads of blood. By the time he had finished treating the nearly twenty-centimeter-long wound, he was as if he had been fished out of the water.

Seeing that the skirt of the night covered the sky and the red moon was about to rise, Douglas did not dare to delay, and stood up with grinning teeth to find the body of the old man Ilya.

There is no doubt that the old man has cut off his breath. Strange plants proliferated in his body, replacing bones and muscles, and the stiff joints made Ilya resemble a lifelike wood sculpture. Slender branches with curled leaves swarmed out of the old man's eyes, ears, and nose, squeezing the native organs crookedly, making it almost impossible to see the original appearance, and it looked terrifying in the dim light.

Strangely, however, the "brains exploding and seeds splashing" described by Anderson did not appear, and the exposed leaves appeared dry and wilting. The plant seems to have withered with the old man's death.

No, maybe it's just because the red moon hasn't risen yet...... Not daring to touch Elijah's obviously strange corpse, Douglas could not investigate further, so he could only cut off the hidden danger first.

He "traveled" to the public canteen, which had long been empty, found some charcoal and cooking oil, returned to the old man, and soaked the old man's body with oil.

Taking two steps back, Douglas opened his mouth to say something, only to realize that they were just strangers who had met and talked twice. Finally, he struck a match, lit a fire, and whispered, "Salute to you, and to your time." ”

The sound of crackling and burning kept ringing. Douglas cautiously waited until the Red Moon appeared and confirmed that the body was normal. He briefly inspected the dormitory building and the surrounding buildings, and found that the contents of the room were very messy, and it seemed that people were leaving in a hurry without packing their things in a panic.

But this man must have gone too fast......

Counting the time spent hurting each other and burning corpses with evil spirits, it was only a little more than ten minutes in total. Douglas's doubts and worries grew heavier, and when he walked to the gate of the mine and saw two local church personnel who had fallen to the ground, he was not surprised at all.

After a brief examination of the two corpses, he found that the two of them had no external injuries, but their faces were hideous, their eyes were wide open, and their mouths were slightly open, as if they had seen something terrible and were scared to death.

Scared...... Douglas muttered as he stood up and looked around, beginning to think about the ways in which he had the extraordinary ability to influence the emotions of others.

Excluding "instigators", "provocateurs", and "lawyers", which are more oriented towards guidance than influence, he quickly locked the suspicion on the two paths of "audience" and "demon", the latter being more suspicious.

Having worked on cases at Beckland, Douglas knew that the latter would have the ability to catalyze the emotions of others in a certain sequence.

And where the "devil" appears, there must be bloody cases...... He took a deep breath, lifted his two hundred percent spirit, and used his ability to "hide in the shadows" to stealthily advance into the city, ready to decide what to do next depending on the situation.

As we moved forward, the night breeze was mixed with a slight smell of blood. Douglas noticed that the street not far away was in chaos, with some seemingly inhuman figures wandering under the gas lights, many people running in all directions, and panicked cries from nearby houses. He frowned, and chose the nearest house to enter through the wall to find out.

The place where he "opened the door" was a small but warmly furnished bedroom. Across a wall, Douglas could already hear children crying. He approached the wall and used his ability to "open the door" to open a small "window" glowing blue to peek into the living room next door.

Steaming stews and large slices of bread with dried fruit were placed on the table, and spoons and knives and forks fell to the ground with the soup, but the middle-aged couple had no time to pay attention to these things, but half-crouched down and looked anxiously at the little girl who covered her face and kept crying out in pain.

"Woo, Mom...... My eyes hurt so much......"

The little girl rested her head on her mother's palm and whimpered. The middle-aged woman carefully supported her daughter's face and lowered her head to look at it, while the middle-aged man with messy stubble was a little helpless, sometimes squatting, sometimes standing up, and clumsily patting the little girl on the back.

"Good, good, show Mom ......"

In order to get enough light, the middle-aged woman and the little girl turned to the side to face the gas lamp on the wall, just enough for Douglas to see the little girl from the side.

After a few words of coaxing from her mother, the little girl finally put down her hands covering her face, raised her head, and opened her eyes wide in confusion.

The child's eyeballs are slightly bulging, red, swollen and uncontrollably shaking. The middle-aged woman was taken aback, called her husband to hold the child's head, reached out and gently brushed the child's eyelids away.

It's okay not to open it, after the eyelids are lifted, a slender curled leaf finally gets space to stretch, slowly falls on the child's eyeballs, stretches itself out, and shows it in front of everyone's eyes.

Seeing this scene, the middle-aged woman screamed and screamed, and the cry of the child and the anxious inquiry of the man were also noisily intertwined, and the scene was uncontrollably chaotic.

Douglas, who was snooping on the sidelines, took a step back with a chill down his spine, and looked at the branches of the plant that drilled out of the girl's eye sockets, and he immediately remembered the scene when Ilya died not long ago.

How can this be solved...... Hey, if only there was a "Sleep" charm! It's too suspicious to just walk out...... While Douglas was trying to think about it, something was wrong with the voice next door. What started as a tense and flustered discussion somehow developed into a sharp quarrel, and the middle-aged women and men became emotional and blamed each other.

Douglas, who noticed the abnormality, immediately "opened the door" and came to the living room, just in time to see the middle-aged man blushing and pushing his wife to the ground, reaching out and picking up the wooden dining chair, holding it high, and looking about to swing it down.

Douglas immediately flew up and kicked the opponent in the abdomen, and when he staggered back, he aimed at his jaw to make up for an old punch, causing the middle-aged man to faint temporarily.

Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, a cold wind hit behind him, Douglas hurriedly flashed sideways, and found that the middle-aged woman was holding a dinner knife in her hand, and she also pounced on her very irrationally, so she had to knock her unconscious as well.

And the little girl whose eyes were covered by twitching branches and leaves didn't even see what was happening, just standing by the wall and rubbing her eyes, crying and crying "Daddy" and "Mommy".

Looking at the messy living room, Douglas sighed, so he had to comfort the little girl a few words first, and then rolled a rope with sheets and other fabrics, and tied the middle-aged couple firmly to the dining chair, so that they would not wake up and hurt people.

The little girl listened to him walking around the room in confusion. Because she couldn't see with her eyes, she simply sat on the ground, just turned her head in the direction from which the voice came, and pretended to see Douglas: "Uncle, Mom and Dad go to bed without eating, will they be hungry at night?" ”

"No, it won't."

Douglas looked at the little girl with a complicated gaze, at the swaying green branches. The little girl's condition seems to be different from Elijah's, her body joints have not been replaced, and she is still very soft and flexible.

He cautiously asked, "Is there anything else you feel uncomfortable with besides your eyes?" ”

The little girl sniffed and showed a thoughtful expression—she soon stopped crying without her parents—and finally, she turned her head to the window, and said in a somewhat ethereal tone, "No, I just have a sore eye!" Uncle, can you open the window, I really want to see the moon......"

Douglas gasped, got to his feet, and closed all the curtains in the room, blocking out the faint crimson light.

Then he told the little girl to stay in the windowless bathroom, and locked the door of the bathroom.

After doing all this, Douglas felt out the charm for communication with a numb scalp, and called Anderson remotely by igniting it: "I have figured out the matter of the evil spirit, it should be a 'warrior' path before it was born, and it can use a seal that can prohibit certain behaviors, and has a certain amount of wisdom." Can anyone tell me what's going on in the city now? ”

With the rudiments of the "Psychic Link" and the blessing of the charm, Anderson's voice sounded somewhat vaguely in Douglas's head: "Good job. As for the situation in the city, uh, I don't know why it was like this. But I sincerely recommend that you go to the western train station or the southern gate and wait for Donn to relieve the siege, and don't let those things touch your blood. Good luck! ”

It's good, it's like not saying it...... Muttering to himself, Douglas looked down the street and saw that similar situations were happening everywhere. The people who are constantly being eaten away by the plants in their bodies are men and women, old and young, and they are not completely dead, but they are alive and feeling the roots to draw their flesh and blood. They wailed and roared as if they would never stop, unconsciously chasing other living creatures.

Basking in the glow of the red moon, the strange plants that pierced their skin and even crushed their skulls happily stretched their branches, and soon something like a flower bone would stick out from the center of the branch.

However, Douglas soon discovered that the ovary was not flowers, but seeds.

As soon as a living creature approaches, the strange plant will drive the host to grab the other, and the ovary will gradually swell, bursting in an instant, and the seeds will be splashed in all directions like rain.

Those that come into contact with fresh flesh will quickly sprout and become brand new plants.

Seeing those plants "eat" a person in such a way, Douglas clenched his hands into fists, and although he felt extremely angry and frightened, he did not blindly rush out to save people.

He still had fresh wounds and blood stains on his body, and going out rashly would only become nourishment for those plants.

He doesn't want to die here yet.

After seeing enough samples, he finally knew why the plants in Elijah's body had withered early and not been sown.

Because these plants grow on the spirituality and flesh of the human being, and the elderly have long been at the end of their strength in this regard, and they are quickly drained by the plants and die. Perhaps the situation of the little girl is similar, the child's body cannot provide much nutrients, and those plants can only continue to grow by bathing in the moonlight for spiritual energy.

Looking away from the pile of flesh that could no longer be seen in human form, Douglas forced himself to close his eyes and meditatively calm his emotions. After a few deep breaths, he slowly walked away and rummaged through the room for some candles.

For those with a background in the occult, the authority of the hellish scene could not be clearer.

Abundance, multiplication.

Fertility and reproduction at all costs!

And this is precisely the realm of the "Mother Earth Goddess".

Although he had only the cheapest white candles on hand and no herbs or essential oils required for the ceremony, Douglas completed each step with academic rigour.

Make a spiritual wall, purify the ritual silver dagger, and place a candle representing oneself and two others representing the gods.

Standing in front of the humble altar, Douglas made a gesture of holding the baby in his arms with both hands, and whispered in a manner far more reverent than before:

"I pray for the power of life......

"I pray for the strength of the earth......

"I pray for the Mother Goddess's providence......

"Cast your eyes and save your suffering offspring and settle this ......"

While Douglas was reciting the name of Mother Earth, a translucent worm with twelve links lurking in the depths of his spirit stretched its body and stole the information related to the prayer from the spirit and astral realms.

After waiting for a moment, seeing that nothing had happened, Douglas repeated the prayer again, but his voice gradually became tinged with pain.

He tried five or six times, and the "Time Worm" parasitic on him dutifully stole the corresponding information and concepts many times.

It wasn't until Douglas put down his hands, extinguished the candle, and stood still without saying a word that the "Time Worm" curled up into a ring again, lurking silently.