Chapter 140: The Bloody Nun (4)
The holy relic, which carried all the spores of the Tree of Young Gods, could not withstand the stirring of all Gerald's magical power, and in the stomach of the archbishop, it shattered.
Anthony, of course, heard the crunch of a click.
His body trembled.
Of course, he knew very well what this crunch represented, and he knew even more clearly what kind of changes this crunch would cause. His eyes were wide and almost jumped out of his sockets, and his breathing became so rapid that he could almost be called crazy wheezing.
"Ah......h
In fact, Anthony really looks like a madman now.
Both hands desperately grabbed the hair, the kind that was very hard, faintly, and even the sound of rattling could be heard, and the hair was broken off and scattered on the ground from between the fingers.
The head, which doesn't have much hair, now looks like a bald head.
His face was completely distorted, and he knew that his glorious and great task would not be completed.
This may be the inheritance of the Andre family, even these relatively normal people, while maintaining the dignity and elegance of the ancient bloodline, they are paranoid and crazy.
Seeing Anthony's appearance, Gerald's face finally showed a smile, crumpled and a little funny.
Gerrard is well aware that he is no match for Anthony.
Even if he used all his means to risk his life, he wouldn't be able to do it.
He may be miserable, but this is the only way he can think of to save Larnaca.
He wondered what Anthony would do next to destroy Larnaca. Do you want to kill them one by one? Seven or eight hundred thousand people, how long can he kill?
Gerald's brow furrowed, and he could feel something in his stomach come to life.
It was a really uncomfortable taste, and for a moment, it was like thousands of steel needles piercing the intestines together.
The abdomen is tumbling.
Gerald spat out a mouthful of blood...... No, maybe it was slime, black.
He could feel the stench of decay in the air he exhaled.
His face was a little itchy, and Gerald raised his hand to scratch it subconsciously.
With a thud, he grabbed a piece of crumpled skin.
"It's terrible."
Gerald muttered quietly, his mouth open, revealing white teeth and gums filled with scarlet slime.
Something terrible was constantly secreting from his mouth.
The hand was also a little itchy, Gerald looked down, he was surprised to find that on the back of the originally wrinkled hand, the skin actually stretched out little by little, as if there was no wrinkle like a teenager.
Of course, this is not that he has rejuvenated, but that his body has fallen into some kind of weird puffiness.
The air he exhaled began to turn into a viscous black cloud, which surrounded his body, and there seemed to be countless tiny insects in the black cloud...... I don't know if it's true or if it's his delusion, but I always feel like I can hear all kinds of buzzing sounds in my ears.
Raised blisters emerge on the back of the hand, like bunches of grapes...... Damn, that looks really bad, I guess I'll feel sick when I see grapes in the future, and I won't be able to eat them anymore, right?
Even the eyes, even the nostrils, even the throat......
Even the heart.
He couldn't breathe anymore.
With a slight sigh, Gerald closed his eyes and fell backwards.
Bang!
A large number of blisters were crushed, and a pale yellow filth appeared on the holy robes.
"Bastard, asshole, asshole......"
"Old Stuff ......"
"I'd rather endure such pain than cause me so much trouble." Anthony cursed under his breath.
Call!
Anthony took a deep breath.
He vividly shows the paranoia and madness inherited by the Andrei family.
A second ago, he was cursing Gerald like a madman.
In the next second, it had already returned to normal, and if it weren't for the messy and sparse hair and the exposed top of the head, there would really be a little bit of an elderly gentleman's demeanor.
He glanced at Gerald's corpse and, really, admired Gerald.
The archbishop, in the shortest possible time, thought of the way that would cause him the most trouble, and the way which would make him the most miserable.
Aquaman's gift was shattered, and all the spores inside escaped from Gerald's body.
Then, Gerald's body will naturally become the object of these spores, and the number is incalculable, like the sand of the Ganges, and it will not be long before his body turns into thick water.
Such an old body is simply not enough for those spores to absorb for long.
And because of the lack of nutrients, the spores that have been activated and begin to grow will also quickly fall into depletion and then die.
Gerald's plan should be like this.
The execution was also quite smooth.
But that's the end of it.
Gerald missed the idea that Anthony didn't need all the spores to survive.
Just a small part, and if you can breed a few young gods, it will be enough to destroy the city of Larnaca.
Anthony couldn't save all the spores, but it was okay to save a few...... Just collect a few spores and transfer them to the new receptor.
Of course, Anthony himself would not have done this receptor.
He is the guardian of fate.
But the nun next to her, Cecilia, is good...... After all, she was meant to die.
Playing a little role before dying can be regarded as a little contribution to fate, and it can be regarded as atonement.
Anthony thought so, and then stepped forward and walked towards Gerald's corpse.
"Ahh......h
At this moment, Anthony suddenly heard a scream, which was extremely piercing.
Sicilia is the next target to be killed, right?
Is she scared because she feels death?
Airplanes!
In the next moment, a strange sound suddenly sounded in Anthony's ears.
His face changed suddenly, and his body forcibly moved sideways under the impetus of pure instinct.
Laugh at.
Immediately after, Anthony saw a bright red light in front of his eyes.
The barrier he had used to keep the others from approaching had been split by the light of the knife, shattering piece by piece like a glass that had been hit hard.
The sword light whistled past his side.
Almost against his face.
The bright red light was the blood flying out of his face.
An arm rolled in mid-air, and then fell heavily to the ground, and the moment it fell to the ground, that arm had become dry, and all the blood in it was drained.
Anthony felt as if his body had shrunk in an instant, and in an instant, he was robbed of one-third of his own blood.
He took several steps back to the side before Anthony stopped.
His lips twitched, and he could feel the hot pain coming from his face.
The skin on the left side of the face was peeled off, and even the bones of Bai Mori Sen inside were exposed.
Anthony turned his head slightly, only to see that his left arm was split diagonally from the shoulder, because the blood was drawn so much in an instant that there was not even blood gushing from the wound.
The momentary weakness made Anthony stumble under his feet.
His throat squirmed, and Anthony's slightly trance-like consciousness returned to normal.
He turned to look, only to see the nun behind him, Cecilia had completely changed into a different form.
Her hair turned extremely scarlet, as if it had just been soaked in blood, her eyes also turned the color of blood, and at the corners of her eyes, two scarlet blood streaks rolled down her pale cheeks.
Weird.
It's as strange as a monster.
At this moment, Cecilia truly incarnated as a bloody nun.
A bloody nun who is even more powerful than in the game.
In her eyes, there was only hatred and madness that was extremely thick.
Around her body, the blood mist squirmed as if it was boiling, and behind her, a huge figure appeared at some point.
The figure, like a mountain, the limbs, like a stone pillar, above the head are two curved like horns, and in the thick arms, a huge battle axe is tightly grasped.
Wild, furious, mad, bloodthirsty......
In that illusion, Anthony felt nothing that could be called benevolent, as if he were the embodiment of all the killing and tyranny in this world.
The fourth chapter is sent, and there will be another chapter later.
(End of chapter)