Countless tragic stories were piled up wantonly into a mountain of books, and there were several light curtains playing different memory scenes floating in the air. Along with the sad music, the townspeople in the memory scenes appeared again and again. Killed by the master of memory, he met his final death in despair and fear.
This is the core area of the witch's enchantment, a place where the witch's misfortune and pain should be buried, but in the eyes of the flute player, it is a cozy house of happiness and peace.
The flute player in charge of this place is sitting with his legs crossed on the top of the mountain of books, flipping through a tragic story with gentle and graceful movements. Although he has read every book here countless times, every time he listens to the music, The loud music can still make him have endless aftertaste when he savors the tragedy and pain described in the book in the replay of the memory scenes.
Clement was lying in the strange witch's barrier, blood spurting out as he kept coughing, and life was rapidly flowing out of his body. His eyes were wide open, his pupils gradually expanded, and he let out a heavy sound as if an old bellows was blowing. Panting, he tried to regain his strength and struggled to get up from the ground many times, but every attempt ended in failure.
The hands and feet were crushed inch by inch in the one-sided ravage. The crushed muscle and bone fragments were mixed together to form a bloody mess on the ground. The internal organs were also messed up. This kind of extremely serious injury No matter if it is placed on any normal person with a mortal body, they will fall into a coma and die quickly due to the rapid disconnection of body functions. Perhaps it is because of the fanatical belief in the old gods that Clement insists on and still maintains a considerable amount of power until now. consciousness.
But that's it. The agent sent by the church knew very well that he didn't have much time left. He lay on the ground with his lips trembling, and blood spread unbridled along the ground.
The strength of the flute player was much stronger than he expected. Clement felt this from the moment the two sides officially fought. The difference in strength between them was so big that it was enough to make people feel desperate. It was not relying on some people at all. Combat skills can be compensated by a few miracles or reenactments of miracles. The winner has been decided in a short period of time, and then the piper begins to inhumanely treat the loser according to his preferences. Abuse.
This kind of torture will last until he gets tired of playing and sits back on the mountain of books to read. Or, for him, this is just a change from physical and material abuse to mental torture, which makes Clement a little better. Feeling the approach of death for a little while, and then being overwhelmed by the slow and inevitable death.
Ah, are you still alive? The flute player sitting on the top of the mountain of books seemed to have noticed Clement's current state. He was willing to gain happiness from the misfortune and pain of others, and couldn't help but sneer to add insult to injury: Vicar of the Church, not long ago, I remember you were so aggressive. You want to purify me, the evil one, but unfortunately I don’t have enough strength. Except for your last move of miraculous reproduction, which is a bit of a threat to me, you can only bully me.
Clement moved his lips vigorously, making a terrible huffing sound, but in the end he still didn't say anything.
The flute player let out a burst of joyful laughter. He closed the book in his hand and jumped down from the top of the book mountain. Then he looked down at the inhuman Clement with pitying eyes, looking at this incomplete body. His body was struggling to hit him, but was unable to do so. He felt very happy.
I, I, have understood your abilities. As if with great effort, Clement's lips moved silently for a long time before he spoke intermittently.
Huh? I understand, so what? Do you think you still have a chance to win in your current state?
Evil heresy, you must be purified
Well, the flute player wasn't angry either. It was as if he would never be angry. His tone was gentle and elegant, but he said a terrifying and terrifying speech: I just suddenly thought of a very interesting way to play. If I make you my familiar , and then let you retain your own consciousness to hunt down your fellow agents, and present an excellent show for the Lord you believe in. What do you think your Lord would think?
After saying that, he ignored Clement's reaction and let out a series of back-numbing chuckles. But strangely, Clement, who was lying on the ground, also smiled.
For the glory of the Lord, when his life was about to end, his lips finally stopped making no sound.
Although the last words he spoke were inaudible, the flute player still heard the last words he spoke clearly: Miracle, Brimstone, Fire
The flute player's originally smiling face suddenly changed. He wanted to stop Clement from continuing to perform miracles, but the other party had already completed the silent chant. Then, he felt that the entire witch's barrier was shaking violently. , a flaming meteor as red as blood, tore apart the sky of the witch barrier, and hit the core area full of books!
Deafening explosions, storms and flames swept through the room filled with books. The strong winds and air waves tore the books into pieces. Papers flew into the air for a while, and the flames ignited the pages flying in the air like snowflakes, forming a brilliant curtain of fire in the room.
The flute player angrily tore apart the fire curtain around him. The flames of burning sins were spreading in the enchantment of the witch. There were also flickering embers dancing on his body, even though he kept trying to extinguish them with magic power. Although the blazing flames in the enchantment had no effect, although Clement's attack could not hurt him, it could burn up all the treasures he had stored in the witch enchantment and even ignite the entire witch enchantment. Existence is exposed, so no matter where he opens the passage to the witch's barrier, others will see a building burning with blazing flames. That is a mark, a mark that announces his existence to everyone.
There are also burning embers on his body. No matter where he goes, the faintly burning embers on his body are holding a sign to tell other agents of the church: This person is burning with the fire of sinful karma, so why not purify him first and sacrifice him to heaven? wrong.
Tsk, okay, you win. After realizing that he had been tricked by a dying man, the flute player's original good mood suddenly turned into a mess. In anger, he crushed Clement's head with his kick, and then The magic storm that rolled up caused the latter to be annihilated inch by inch in his smile. I have changed my mind. Go and die as soon as possible.
By the time Wu Ming and Alex walked through the seemingly infinite corridor of paintings and arrived at the core of the witch's barrier, the fire of sin inside had been maintained in a relatively stable state.
The scene here has changed greatly from before. Although the fire of sin is still burning, the fire here has been dealt with by the flute player. He transferred the books that have not been burned and affected, and uses magic power to Lock the fire of sin within a certain range, and in order to lock the fire of sin and prevent it from burning everything in the witch barrier, he must sit in the witch barrier and use his own abilities and huge power anytime, anywhere. The magic power suppresses the propagation tendency of flames.
This was Clement's last effort and counterattack. In addition to marking the flute player so that extraordinary beings would be wary of him, he used miraculous brimstone fire to nail the flute player here to contain him. The purpose of blocking his next actions and preventing him from moving freely before the flames are extinguished is to try to consume even a tiny bit of the opponent's bottomless magical power, so as to gain some chance of victory for those who come after him.
The flute player was no longer as calm and graceful as he was when he dealt with and tortured Clement. In order to extinguish and suppress the flames, he was burned into a charred corpse. Large areas of his skin were burned black, and his face was also burnt. He was burned beyond recognition and even his mother could not recognize him. There were still flickering sparks flying on the clothes on his body. He was sitting on a throne made of piles of books, and his whole body was surging with something tangible. The turbulent flow of magic power suppressed the embers in him that were ready to rekindle at any time.
Of course, if you despise him because he looks embarrassed, you will definitely suffer a loss.
Piper should I say first meeting? Wu Ming looked at the flute player sitting on the throne of Shushan. He slowly stopped and a smile appeared on his face. Should I say we met again? Sheriff Gale.
Click!
There was a crack in the flute player's charred face, and then a large piece of charred skin fell off from his face, revealing a new face under the burnt charcoal. And that face, as Wu Ming said, is the charred face of the town. Sheriff Gale on!
I am very curious about whether the flute player, or it can be said to be the charred corpse named Gale, slowly opened his mouth. Along with a series of cracking sounds, more charred skin fell off his face. There was already a person who was overestimating his ability just now. There are no whole bodies left, and now you are rushing here to die. I am curious who gave you the courage to challenge me?
I think it might be Liang Jingru.
Wu Ming replied calmly, anyway, Brother Hunter and I are enough to deal with people like you.
Although he didn't show it on his face, he was still a little surprised after hearing the news of Clement's death. He scanned the things in the witch's enchantment covertly, trying to find the body of the unlucky priest and see if he could save it. This is not Wu Ming's humanitarian aid or the mother's heart bursting out and not seeing anyone die, but simply feeling that if this guy is allowed to die so easily, it will be difficult to calm his heart if he doesn't pull this guy up and beat him up. hatred.
However, he looked around and found nothing. Even Alex shook his head covertly, indicating that he had not found Clement's body. But Gale would not give them time to chat and catch their breath. The moment their minds drifted away, the magic power in the witch's barrier began to surge, forming a storm and rolling towards them both!
Keep the change, please! I will send you to meet that companion now!
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