A bloody and dark cave.
The Stone family was collectively shocked by the snake-haired man's profound statement, with longing and a sense of belonging shining in their eyes.
"It turns out we are nocturnal species!"
Dean noticed that the investigation progress was stuck at 70% and was no longer moving. He understood that it was time, and quietly retreated behind the five "family members", his eyes coldly scanning their defenseless vitals.
Reach out into your arms.
Clasp the cold firearm in the holster under your arm.
No one noticed.
He drew his gun and pointed it at the back of Layton's head.
…
“Remember, young men, we will all return to Midian in the future!”
"And I, Westen, am just one of the weakest among the countless nocturnal species in Midian."
The snake-haired man's final voice fell to the ground.
Bang bang bang bang!
The bullet breaks through the air.
Sparks flickered.
Four piercing gunshots suddenly sounded in the closed secret room.
The air was still for a moment.
Then there was the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground.
Layton, Shannon, Perron, and Hudson were a family of four. The four hunters had big holes in their heads and fell silently to the dirty ground covered with bones, excrement, and rotting flesh.
The moment before death, his face still had a shocked expression.
Only Kristen on the far left turned her head immediately when she heard the gunshot. She saw the expressionless brother who drew his gun and fired furiously, the fallen relatives, and the fire and white smoke gushing from the muzzle. .
"No!"
The woman cried heartbrokenly.
Dean coldly pulled the trigger and shot him in the head.
A ball of blood burst out from her pretty face, and her person fell backwards.
The red lips were slightly parted, and the round blue eyes retained the despair, pain and doubt of being betrayed by a loved one!
But she never gets answers and she dies.
…
"You killed Leighton Stone, Shannon, Perron, Hudson, Christine... Proficiency +5*5.
Shooting lv2(4→29/300),
…
The sudden killing came to an end in the blink of an eye.
The snake-haired man standing on the pile of bones was stunned for a second by this cruel turn of events, and then he flashed and launched a death charge towards Dean.
Terrifying pressure and smelly wind blew in my face.
But Dean remained calm, his ghost armor protecting his whole body, he calmly held the gun with both hands and pulled the trigger.
Bang bang!
Only ten meters apart, both bullets hit the snake-haired man in the front.
It didn't hide at all, or didn't bother to hide. After being shot, it didn't even pause. It was like a running rhinoceros that hit Dean hard, knocking him off the ground, and flung him back like a cloud...flying into the depths. Dark corridor.
"You, damn it!"
The hoarse and gloomy voice echoed repeatedly in the corridor, making the ceiling tremble.
The snake-haired man casually detached the two bullets embedded in his cheekbones and forehead bones, and the snake-haired man crazily penetrated into the skin of the side of his face as if it came to life. The whole face was filled with blood and swelled, becoming less human.
"I'm going to cut you into pieces!"
Hissing and roaring, it chased in,
…
The ghost armor took most of the impact for Dean, and the remaining power failed to cause damage.
The moment he landed, he held up his hands, the muscles and fascia under his suit were beating wildly, and he jumped up and ran out of the corridor.
The two tentative shots just now made him realize the difference. The snake-haired man's bones were harder than steel plates. It was unwise to fight this guy in narrow secret rooms and corridors.
He must create favorable conditions for himself and change the battlefield.
Running in the dark, breathing heavily.
A doubt from before came to mind.
The luxurious and luxurious old house is closed off by its four walls, preventing sunlight from entering.
But the Stone family cannibals are not afraid of the sun.
The snake-haired man calls himself a nocturnal species!
…
Thinking of this, Dean quickened his pace and sprinted towards the bedroom at the end of the corridor.
There's a blocked window there!
His agility and strength exploded with all his strength. Dean used his hands and feet together, like a cheetah galloping at full speed, so fast that he left a faint afterimage.
Tatata!
But the footsteps of the pursuers behind him are getting closer and closer, and the pressure of death follows them.
…
At a certain moment, in the narrow corridor, the distance between the pursuer and the runner was shortened to twenty meters. The "shadow" on Dean's shoulder suddenly flew back towards the ferocious-looking snake-haired man, and turned into a ball the moment it touched his body. The twisted mist got into its nose and throat, choking its breathing hole!
Change its form and attack the fragile respiratory organs in its body!
The snake-haired man felt a strong sense of suffocation and a bone-piercing sting. His sprinting figure suddenly stopped. As his chest rose and fell, a gleam of surprise flashed in his almond-shaped vertical pupils.
Then he covered his chest and throat and opened his mouth bloody!
Roar!
There was an earth-shaking roar, dust and gravel fell from the ceiling, and the murals on both sides squirmed as if they were alive.
The invisible sound wave turned into a sharp blade, cutting the "shadow" in the center full of holes.
In just two seconds, the "shadow" became much weaker and the translucent shape flew out of the target's body and floated outward.
The feeling of suffocation disappeared, and the snake-haired man continued to pursue. It rushed out of the dark corridor and entered the dimly lit bedroom.
A quick glance showed that Gru Stone, the ruthless man who killed five family members in a row, was no longer running away.
Stand by the left hand wall and look at it quietly.
The green eyes narrowed into slits and emitted a playful light, the lips parted in a sarcastic arc, and the handsome face was full of disdain.
"Come on, man-eating bastard!"
"The traitor who was kicked out of his home."
"Trash that has a home and can't return to it."
"Maggots hiding in dirty corners and lingering."
"I will send you to hell with my own hands!"
Bang bang bang!
Dean changed the magazine and pulled the trigger continuously. The bullet hit the snake-haired man's shield-like arms that were crossed in front of him, and bursts of sparks exploded.
"Hell can't tolerate me, and heaven won't accept you. We are all monsters. I'm here to help you free yourself." The snake-haired man brushed away a few bullets from his skin, with red light shooting out of his eyes. He raised his hand, and the sharp claws on his wrists Bone Spur aimed at Dean and rushed over.
Swish——
It's only a short distance of five or six meters, less than half a breath away.
Before it charged, Dean had already ducked early and swooped to the right.
A red light flashed before his eyes, and a fishy wind blew past him.
Then there was a cold feeling on his back, a hole opened in his suit, and a wound like a baby's mouth appeared on his latissimus dorsi.
Swish——
The snake-haired man shook off the blood drops on the bone spurs with his hand, and turned around like lightning. The bone spurs on his elbows, wrists, knees, and ankles were squirming under the skin. They all turned around and pointed at Dean on the ground with their gleaming tips. The body was like a hill, pressing towards him.
With a crisp banging sound, "Shadow" blasted open the wooden board sealing the window behind the snake-haired man.
Sawdust and crystal glass shards flew everywhere, and the window turned into a huge hole connecting to the outside!
The sunshine outside the house shines in, dispelling the gloom and evil, and shines on the red-skinned back of the snake-haired man!
"Ugh!"
A scream that hurt my heart.
The snake-haired man's attack froze in mid-air, his body curled up in pain, and bursts of pungent green smoke emitted, as if melted by the high temperature, exuding a strong smell of burnt barbecue.
Dean gritted his teeth, opened his hands and flew into the other person's arms, hugged its waist with all his strength, and led it backwards into the open window.
Try your best to pull it under the sun and outside the hole!
The glass shards refracted the sunlight and ignited the dense snake hair on the back of the monster's head.
In the blue flames, the burning snake twisted crazily and withered.
The severely injured snake-haired man launched a crazy counterattack.
With a whirring sound in the air, he stabbed, elbowed, and kneed Dean. The bone spurs on his fists and feet erupted with terrifying lethality that exceeded that of firearms, and the ghost armor quickly faded away.
But Dean always hugged each other's waist tightly and didn't let go.
The hot sun continues to bake.
The snake-haired man's side arm was ignited with flames, and the skin was chapped, and his back, which was bathed in the sun, was burned to ashes.
It was furious and frightened to the extreme.
He grabbed Dean's shoulders with both hands and swung it. The huge force that broke out between life and death finally threw the parasite away, hit the closet, slipped to the ground, and vomited a mouthful of blood.
It rushed towards the safe secret room in the corridor.
Murderous thoughts filled my heart.
Go back to recover from your injuries, wait for the sun to set, come out again, and kill this insidious hyena!
Eat him to pieces.
The hope of survival is at hand.
boom!
A muffled sound!
Its pupils shrank.
The stone door in front of me automatically closed to the left without wind.
Click, click, click!
The telekinesis that pushed open the door locked two huge iron locks at the same time.
The key had long been thrown on the bodies of Mr. and Mrs. Layton in the house.
…
Hope turned to despair.
The snake-haired man turned around angrily and weakly, and saw Dean arching his back and bending his knees, holding the teardrop-shaped stilt behind his back like a dagger!
Their eyes met, and fire burst out.
bring it on!
Either you die or I die!
…
Dean took the initiative and rushed to the corner of the bedroom where the snake-haired man was hiding.
He jumped on the bed, jumped up, and then turned around in mid-air. He raised his right arm diagonally and used the inertia of the paddle in his palm to poke the snake-haired man's right temple.
Like half a gymnastics move.
Superman's agility allowed him to complete this action cleanly and beautifully.
But the latter reacted surprisingly quickly. He waved his right hand to block, and the bone spurs on his wrists collided with the shackles, making a sound of metal and metal. Dean used the force to fall to the side and rolled to the side. After getting up, he felt calm.
The snake-haired man's strength and speed were greatly weakened compared to before, and he was not much higher than himself.
Its injuries burned by the sun are worsening rapidly!
He was not allowed to think too much.
The snake-haired man crossed his arms, and the bone spurs on his wrists and elbows rubbed a cross-shaped red light.
It seemed to have four arms, carrying two pairs of swords.
It slashed and stabbed Dean's body as fast as lightning. Its two-meter-tall height, super-long wingspan and thighs gave it an astonishing range of attacks. Every vicious swing exuded a plague-like smell. rot.
There are not many corners in the bedroom that are forgotten by the sun.
There isn't much room for it to work.
Dean's small size of 1.8 meters has actually become an advantage.
Activating his fighting skills, he skillfully dodged, rolled, and turned in the narrow space, or jumped onto the big violet wood bed, keeping the distance, defending and occasionally counterattacking, aiming at the snake-haired man's crotch, temples, neck, and armpit.
Cruel and precise.
It was like a young and strong hyena constantly attacking an elderly lion who was seriously injured and dying.
Gold and iron jingled, and fire burst out from the collision between the bone spurs and the shackles.
The two figures kept intersecting and separating, shaking off sweat, hair, and flesh all over the floor.
The double bed in the middle was unknowingly dismantled into a pile of rotten wood by the waving bone spurs, and large holes were opened in the floor.
The extremely cruel close-quarters fight lasted less than twenty seconds.
Dean kicked it in the crotch and sliced its neck open.
Sharp bone spurs were also on Dean's chest and abdomen, and there were bloody wounds on Dean's arms.
But the condition of the snake-haired man was getting worse and worse, and when the dust filled the air, it showed flaws.
Dean jumped forward lightly and swiftly on his tiptoes and into the empty hole in his chest. He moved his arm upwards and lightly opened its trachea.
Blood splattered out.
Sprayed all over Dean's head and face.
But he didn't have time to breathe.
Strong winds came from both sides.
The pained snake-haired man grinned with a sinister smile of successful conspiracy.
"Got you, little mouse."
Suddenly bursting out with astonishing speed and strength, he grabbed Dean's waist with both hands and pulled him into his arms. Bone spurs in various joints squirmed and aimed at his body.
The arms are wrapped around each other, and the legs are entangled backwards like a python.
Dean instantly seemed to be bitten by a huge mouth with intertwined sharp teeth, and the huge force prevented him from breaking free.
But the ghost armor firmly blocked the bone spurs and struggled with the snake-haired man.
A hint of madness flashed across Dean's blue eyes, and he clasped the snake-haired man's left eye with his left hand.
Puff puff puff.
Blood splatters.
Then it was thrown into the sunlight under the window, ignited in flames, and turned into ashes.
At the same time, Dean's right hand clenched the shackles and stabbed the snake-haired man's temple continuously, bringing out afterimages!
Roar!
The snake-haired man roared and further contracted his arms, hugging Dean tightly into his arms. Under the huge pressure, the translucent ghost armor finally completely collapsed and returned to its original form.
Lost the last line of defense.
Eight bone spurs passed through Dean's chest and out of his back, creating eight terrifying holes.
Dean was like a grilled fish with a harpoon on it, his body straightened up for an instant and he arched backwards.
Thick plasma spurted out from eight springs on his body.
The dyed red pair embrace the man and the monster tightly, making them look like a couple crucified together for the sake of love.
But the bond between them is not love, but hate and madness!
The severe pain in that moment almost made Dean faint, but many experiences of mimicry had trained his pain nerves as hard as steel.
With a distorted face, he tenaciously launched three counterattacks.
He pulled the stilt board of his right hand horizontally and then vertically, creating a cross-shaped bloody mouth on the short and thick neck.
The snake-haired man who screamed miserably hugged Dean and spun him around, then fell backwards to the ground, dying.
The critical injuries were superimposed with the sun's burns, finally draining it of its vitality.
Dean endured the severe pain, turned his body, and rolled it into the sunlight under the window.
Huchihuchi...
Thick smoke rose.
The snake-haired man's bloated and bloodshot face ignited with flames, his pupils expanded, his skin cracked, and other parts of his body began to burn under the sunlight.
The scorching flames caused Dean's short platinum hair to curl, and his face began to turn black.
He gritted his teeth and twisted his shoulders, thighs, and abdomen, slowly removing the terrifying bone spurs from his body.
There were several more shocking gushes of blood.
He sat against the wall as weakly as a punctured water bag.
Blood pooled under him, and his lips were pale.
Boundless coldness hit him, but he had no strength to tremble, and his consciousness and the picture in front of him began to blur.
The vitality dissipates quickly.
Dean used his last thought to release the mimic state.
The nearly broken body began to expand and contract strangely.
The pain replaced the weakness of being seriously injured and dying!
At the same time, a strong vitality was injected into his body that was on the verge of drying up.
"I see, you are not Gru Stone." A faint voice that was about to disappear rang out. The snake-haired man turned his charred face sideways and looked at the rapidly transforming Dean with his only right eye. " A stronger supernatural can destroy the supernatural,"
Only at this moment, when the two enemies fighting for life and death are paralyzed on the ground, can they have a chance to communicate.
"I am a human, and you are monsters who feed on my own kind." Dean, who was leaning against the wall, his joints crackling like forked branches, glanced at him indifferently, his spine like a frightened feline. Bending, voice shaking in the pain of transformation, "We are born enemies."
"Haha! Impeccable moral standards, but how can humans be nobler than monsters?" The snake-haired man seemed to have heard some big joke, and a penetrating smile appeared at the corner of his scorched mouth, "I eat Why didn't you stop me and save that poor sacrifice?"
Dean struggled desperately to get up and give the monster a final blow to shut its nasty mouth, but every inch of his skin was cramping and he couldn't move.
The snake-haired man looked at him deeply, but there was no hatred and resentment in his eyes, but there was a trace of recognition.
"Your scent has already shown that you kill people like hemp, and you are more like a monster than most nocturnal species who abide by iron laws."
"Everyone I killed deserves to die." Dean leaned against the wall, his body convulsing like a piece of building blocks, his blond hair turned into black hair, the bloody hole on his chest disappeared, and his skin quickly returned to smooth and complete, as if he had never been injured.
Mimic lv0(25/100)→(28/100)
"I smell a guilty conscience, and I can tell that you enjoy killing, just like just now. Why do you have to endure so much hardship?"
"Killing does not require any false excuses or reasons, we can kill if we want!"
“Throw away the boring rules and principles and embrace freedom.”
The snake-haired man stared at his stiff face, his expression became softer and softer, and he told a fable in a hoarse voice,
"Did you hear that? Midian is calling you, and you will be reborn as me."
"No need to worry...only a few weak nocturnal species are afraid of the sun."
Plop.
Its neck was burned to ashes, and its ugly head rolled to the ground, making a listening expression.
And the burning one eye stared dreamily into the dark void in the corner of the bedroom, as if seeing the place that haunts the soul, with the withered lips opening and closing, stumbling but reciting a passage with deep affection:
"God is in heaven."
“Oz is at the end of the rainbow.”
“Midian is a paradise for monsters.”
"our home…"
"The resting place of the soul..."
"I'm back."
Wow——
Suddenly a strong wind blew in outside the window.
The huge and terrifying body of the monster, burning with green flames, was like a sculpture that had been weathered for thousands of years. It instantly turned into ashes and disappeared with the wind.
Some kind of invisible substance flew into Dean's body. His eyes were blurred, and he suddenly saw a large number of green-faced and fanged strange faces smiling at him in welcome.
…
"You caused most of the fatal injuries to the nocturnal Westen. Westen died, the supernatural hunter activated, and you gained 1 point of power."
Strength: 11.4 → 12.4.
breathe…
Completely restored to his original shape and healed from his injuries, Dean closed his eyes and felt the heat surging in his body. The muscles under his skin were rapidly stretched and toughened, and he thought about this dying poem.
A hint flashed in his eyes.
You disguise yourself as Gru Stone, infiltrate his hunter family, meet their god hidden in the secret room, and ask him about his true identity - a night-walker from Midian, the monster paradise.
You once again stood firmly on the stand of human "justice", used sneak attacks to judge the Stone family, and cleverly used sunlight to eliminate the nocturnal species that were driven out of the house.
You achieved your goal.
"God" is 100% complete.
You can withdraw your rewards at any time.
…
Dean's body suddenly trembled, and an indescribable and huge hunger surged into his heart. Every cell seemed to be groaning, wailing, and asking for nutrition.
He rushed out of the bedroom and rushed to the kitchen!
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(End of chapter)
