Dean cleaned the room, woke up the front desk to compensate for the property damage, and then stood guard at the door of the hotel until Leo and his daughter entered Camille's room.
He drove into the rain and chased after a red chain floating in the rain. The wildly rotating wheels caused the water on the road to splash wildly.
Within five minutes, he found an abandoned red Ford pickup truck on the side of the road, with four flat tires and no one in the car.
There was a strange, unconscious middle-aged man lying outside the car, and according to the tracking perception, the hedgehog was still moving at high speed toward the outside of the city.
"The hedgehog robbed a car? But he didn't kill anyone?"
Dean placed the man under a dry roof and continued tracking.
For about twenty minutes, Bronco drove east along I-80, leaving downtown Des Moines and driving along the dark and open plains from Iowa to Illinois.
at some point.
The red chains floating in the air became as thick as blood. Dean saw a Mercury station wagon parked on the side of the road, with half of its body sunk into the wet mud. The driver's door was ajar, and there was no one in the car.
On the right side of the car stood a dense cornfield, with tender green corn stalks intertwined tightly together, and with the violent storm, a vast green ocean swayed.
The blood-colored chains penetrate deep.
Dean stepped on the sticky mud and followed in.
…
500 meters.
400 meters.
300 meters…
The distance shortened rapidly.
A frightening yellow and silver light exploded in the dark thunderstorm clouds above the cornfield, as if a terrifying giant beast was floating behind the clouds, roaring.
Dean spread out his hands, and two seconds later grabbed the TAC-50, which was more than one meter long and painted orange.
He controlled the muscles around his body with his vague breathing... He held the handle of the gun with his right hand, lightly pulled the trigger with his index finger, and held the butt of the gun with the five fingers of his left hand, applying even force. The butt was placed in the shoulder socket under the collarbone.
Slowly approaching with a sniper rifle, the strong wind, heavy rain, and thunder covered his footsteps, heartbeat, breathing, and body odor.
Dean successfully reached the end of the chain, and God's perspective swept away.
A naked humanoid monster covered with a layer of sharp bristles like steel needles, crawling on a mutilated wild boar like a four-legged beast.
This poor beast was rubbed to expose large areas of scarlet muscle tissue, and even a piece of flesh was bitten off its buttocks.
Fountains of blood flowed from the wounds everywhere, forming shocking pools of blood on the muddy ground!
The monster opened its huge mouth and kept lowering its body to poke its head between the wild boar's neck, chest and abdomen.
A piece of flesh and blood was easily picked up by the opening and closing of the mouth full of steel teeth. When the head was raised, the throat squirmed and it was swallowed into the stomach without chewing.
It howled with satisfaction with a ring of blood around its mouth, and a bloody bullet hole on its back began to heal visibly to the naked eye.
At this moment, the rain pillars flying all over the sky seemed to turn into thousands of sharp arrows, falling on Dean, causing his heart to twitch.
This monster actually eats wild boars. Why didn't it eat the driver who was unconscious on the roadside? Is it still a nocturnal species?
But Dean only hesitated for a second, lowered his head and hung his cheeks expressionlessly, opened his eyes and moved closer to the aiming line.
All parts of the body work together to form a stable rigid structure with TAC-50.
The dark and cold muzzle was aimed at the feasting monster, and the trigger was pulled!
boom!
Gunshot!
A sheet of white smoke filled the dim sky, the falling raindrops were pushed around by the powerful air waves, and a terrifying noise echoed in the cornfield!
The unsuspecting hedgehog's head seemed to have been hit hard with a stick on the back of the head. Sparks were mixed with flesh and blood, and a pale skull was lifted into the air by the bullet.
At the same time, an invisible and powerful force of thought locked its shaky body after suffering heavy injuries, making it stand still and become a living target.
boom!
boom!
Second shot, third shot...
The sound of gunfire was deafening.
Dean approached quickly, his right index finger pulled the trigger, and the powerful recoil of the TAC-50 made his shoulders shudder.
But Superman's physique and strength kept him accurate. Every time the sniper rifle sounded, a bullet roared and hit the monster in the distance that was immobilized by telekinesis.
The splattering blood mixed with bone fragments drew clear blood lines in the heavy rain!
…
Two seconds.
The bullets are gone.
One shot hit the target's head, and four shots hit the torso, creating a horrifying blood hole, which was then trapped by bones as hard as steel.
Dean quickly changed the magazine and loaded the ammunition, preparing to continue the second round of close-range sniping.
However, the hedgehog head, who was severely injured by the sneak attack, suddenly burst out of great strength to break free from the restraints of his mind, screamed, and slid into the dense corn bushes next to him on his hands and feet like a spider, sticking to the muddy ground.
In the blink of an eye, he ran out of the God's perspective observation range, hid in the corn bush, and circled around Dean at lightning speed.
The bulky sniper rifle couldn't lock on the high-speed moving target at all. Dean put it into the fantasy space and took out a new weapon——
Left hand Colt M1911A1, right hand Browning M1900.
At the same time, "Shadow" used his telekinesis to simultaneously control the board to hover around Dean's body like a satellite.
breathe…
He closed his eyes, walked slowly and turned around, his hands parted at an obtuse angle, and the muzzle of the gun kept moving towards the surrounding corn bushes, trying his best to track the hedgehog's head at the end of the red chain.
The wind was blowing hard.
The corn stalks shuddered.
The hunter and the prey faced each other in the cornfield for ten seconds.
Dean suddenly looked stern, holding the gun with both hands, whizzing bullets and flying silver shuttles pierced through the corn bushes,
Shooting towards a huge black shadow snaking towards him.
…
But the monster was too fast, like an untouchable shadow. The bullet exploded into a hole in the soft ground under its feet, breaking through the skin and getting stuck in the bones.
The plank swinging through the air like a meteor opened a shallow bloody mouth on its neck.
At the same time, it also crossed thirty meters, opened its hands like steel pliers, and rushed in front of Dean.
Grapple!
The ugly face covered with barbed spikes and black blood vessels magnified infinitely in Dean's pupils, and the fishy wind spewed out from the sharp teeth covered with blood and minced meat, making him want to vomit!
At the same time, a stream of light green gas diffused from the large pores under its mane and drifted into Dean's nose.
Dean was shocked, and was in a daze for a moment. Then he was hugged tightly by the hedgehog and fell to the mud!
One person and one animal rolled violently on the ground.
The muddy water splashed, and the gleaming steel bristles around the hedgehog's head shot out like crossbow arrows. Boom, boom, boom... the ghost armor on Dean's body flashed for more than ten times in a row, and then was bounced into the cornfield, without any trace of it. Couldn't do any damage.
Dean, who was pressed to the ground, finally recovered from his daze. He held his breath to prevent the interference of the poisonous gas. The muscles under his sleeves undulated like loach. With the help of his mind power, he forcibly opened the hedgehog's head and held his own hands.
He kicked it with both feet and kicked it in the midsection, sending it flying two meters.
Dean stood up with his legs straight again under the push of his mind.
Grabbing them in the air with both hands, the M1911 and M1900 flew into the palm of my hand. The muzzle of the gun was aimed at the ugly big head half a meter away and the trigger was pulled.
Bang bang!
The hedgehog's head was shaken, and there were two bright red bullets in the center of its forehead. It reached out and wiped it without care, shook it off, and then rushed forward with thunderous force, turning its two iron pillar-like arms like windmills, and the steel pillars all around it stood upright. The manes shot towards Dean in unison.
Dean didn't take a step back, facing his waving hands and pulling the trigger.
He kicked out a whip with his right foot at the lower body like lightning, and used his mind power to control the catapult to cross the monster's left heel.
Gunshots, fist fights, sharp blade cuts, and the sound of steel needles piercing the air suppressed the din of the rainstorm.
The air stood still for a moment!
Dean kicked him in the crotch, cut open his heel with his paddle, and broke the skin with his double gunshot.
The monster's steel mane was blocked by the ghost armor, and a pair of iron arms hit Dean on the side of the face. The huge force instantly slapped him backwards and fell to the ground.
But before the monster could pursue him, Dean activated his telekinesis, and a strange zombie stepped forward to attack him again!
Boom!
A ray of silver lightning illuminated the dim sky, illuminating two figures fighting to the death among the corn bushes. With each fist fight, large amounts of blood, sweat, mixed with minced meat and hair kept falling to the feet of both parties. of ground.
…
Dean attacked crazily around the monster. With the blessing of level 3 fighting, he kicked the crotch, kicked the legs, choked the throat, penetrated the ears with both peaks, half-step punches, inch punches...all kinds of killing moves in a row!
Use telekinesis to control the M1911A1 to sneak attack on the back.
Dean used the M1900 to fight in close quarters, alternating with fists, kicks and shooting, both offensive and defensive.
Once the magazine is empty, as soon as he lets go, the gun will float into the air with telekinesis and automatically reload.
And his ammunition reserves are almost endless, and his attacks are like wave after wave.
The muzzle flashed, the warhead buzzed, coupled with the fists and kicks that directly hit the vital point, and the elusive telekinesis, the three offensives were connected smoothly.
In addition, the ghost armor can resist sharp steel needles, and the Qi can be closed to resist poisonous gas.
The hedgehog tried his best.
However, it was perfectly restrained, and it could barely hit Dean with a few moves at first. Gradually, the dense wounds on its body worsened, its physical energy was rapidly lost with the spray of blood, and its breathing became rough... its speed and strength quickly weakened, only to There is only enough energy left to fight.
Two minutes later.
Dean ducked to avoid the hedgehog's waving arms, his wrists shook, the muzzle of the gun turned up, and the blood-stained .44 Magnum roared, penetrated its chin and came out from the side!
A room full of blood and flesh!
The monster let out a weak cry of pain and backed away three meters like lightning, but staggered weakly.
Dean seized the opportunity to use his telekinesis to lift its body, fly up to an altitude of thirty meters, and suddenly throw it down.
Plop!
A mass of rotten flesh was spread out on the ground. A hedgehog's head was covered with bloody holes, and his twisted limbs collapsed in the cornfield. He fell in front of a man holding a gun in both hands and wearing a black trench coat that floated like dragon wings.
Every inch of its skin and every hair was trembling like an electric shock, and the originally thick steel bristles on its ugly face had been completely used up, revealing a large area of black pores like spots, and the green poisonous gas in the pores was also Not a drop is left.
It has completely lost its threat and still has one breath left.
…
The battle ended in less than three minutes.
Dean exhaled, enjoying the aftereffects of the battle. At the same time, he wrapped himself in dim ghost armor and retreated to avoid a deadly counterattack.
When he was fighting another nocturnal snake-haired man, he tried his best to take advantage of his fatal weakness, the sun, and lost half his life before killing him.
But now, this time, his strength and weapons and equipment have made great progress, and he is unscathed. Before he can use tricks such as telekinesis, a stronger night creature kneels in front of him.
Only the ghost armor is running out.
He really felt his progress.
But at this moment, when death was imminent, there was no despair, resentment or unwillingness in the monster's one dark eye. Instead, there was a kind of relief and frankness, as if seeing an old acquaintance.
"I saw you in my dream, I knew you would come, I have been waiting for you."
A voice as hoarse as a file echoed in the heavy rain. This was the first exchange since the fierce battle began. But this is reality. In a real battle of life and death, until the outcome is decided, every nonsense sentence is a fatal flaw!
It's just that the beginning of the exchange was completely beyond Dean's expectations. He was already deformed. How could the other party have seen this face and opened his mouth?
"I also saw a porcupine in human skin in my dream, suffering in hell."
"Don't believe it? There are 'two faces' in the dream."
Dean's face darkened and he pointed the gun at its head, "Don't tell me anything about Two-Face. If you don't want to disappear completely, just tell me honestly. What kind of poison did you poison Camille and how did you save her?"
An ugly smile appeared on the corner of the hedgehog's mouth, and his voice was rough, like a mummy that had been dusted for thousands of years, slowly squirming in the bandage,
"Poison? No. Camille is a beautiful and unique woman, enough to make all men's hearts flutter, so I just did the most sacred thing between men and women with her... You should know that inhuman beings like us must Finding a compatible spouse is difficult.”
"But I didn't hurt a finger of hers. She can fully recover with a little rest, and her body will become healthier and stronger in the future."
Dean's mood was complicated. Holy thing?
So those two tentacles are its tools to carry on the family line, and Camille has been planted by it?
But Dean realized another major mistake in the other person's words.
"What do you mean by inhuman beings like us? You are a monster, but I am not!"
The medical report obtained not long ago clearly stated that he was a pure human being.
It smiled, and a strange color flashed in its one eye, "Human beings always like to wear masks to hide their true selves, and they always like to deceive themselves with boring lies."
"But don't you feel the changes in yourself? You are becoming more and more real... You will eventually take off the mask of hypocrisy with your own hands, revealing the second face underneath, the same face as mine!"
Dean's hair stood on end for a moment, his slightly sweaty fingers tightened on the trigger guard, and the muzzle of the gun was close to its one eye.
"Take action and give me relief, but I know what will happen next -" the hedgehog vomited a pool of blood, smiled freely, and stretched out every pit on his face, "if I die by your hands, I will wash it." Go away from sin and gain salvation!”
Dean said sarcastically,
"How does a man-eating monster qualify for salvation? God will not accept you either."
"We don't believe in God...and every nocturnal species is a unique existence, and not all of them surrender to gluttony. I have never eaten anyone since I was driven out of Midian. I hid in human form, waiting to meet with you today. You died gloriously in battle...and finally returned to Midian to await your return."
Dean clearly remembers that the snake-haired man once said something similar,
"You...why do you say that? Why me?"
"Because He has seen you." Its one eye locked on Dean, passing through the light as red as blood, and its voice became pathologically high-pitched with a unique rhythm, as if it was possessed by a demon and declared feverishly,
"The great destiny favors you, the eternal Baphthim has marked you, the kingdom of night, Midian, opens its door to you, and the hotbed of the blood pool fills you!"
Dean shook his head suddenly, and a strange feeling of dizziness strangled his mind. He had hallucinations. When he raised his head, the thunderstorm clouds in the sky dimmed, and a pair of huge eyeball-shaped outlines swam behind the clouds.
"What the hell is Baphomet?"
"Go...continue north...the answer lies in Athabasca..." The monster suddenly lowered his head weakly, his voice weakened, and went out like a candle in the wind.
"The blood pool is filled with you..."
"Midian...Lumberton is back..."
Seeing that the opponent was about to die, Dean raised his hand and shot the ugly hedgehog's head. As an unusual coolness entered his body, a prompt flashed before his eyes:
You killed the nocturnal Lambton, proficiency +10, shooting level 3 (145→155/400), supernatural hunter activated, and you gained 1 point of power.
Strength: 13.1→14.1
Dean narrowed his eyes as he felt the power surging through his limbs, and the numb and itchy feeling that sprung up from the gaps in his bones.
…
In front of him, the fallen Lamberton was like a punctured water bag, with streams of blood and minced flesh pouring out from countless wounds criss-crossing like a spider web, and then being drawn out by a mysterious force in the dark void. Almost exhausted.
Its originally tall and strong body seemed to have experienced thousands of years in the blink of an eye, weathering into a piece of blackened, dry and flat human-shaped flesh skin, clinging to the muddy cornfield, and was washed away by the torrential rain and faded into air.
It disappeared completely, leaving no trace except for a pair of blood-stained overalls jeans.
Dean was bathed in the pouring rain and stared at this scene quietly, with a trace of confusion in his eyes.
Bafu Mie, Brand, Blood Pond, North Athabasca...mysteries one after another made him confused for a moment.
Dean shook his head, retracted the gun, and checked the slate, but there was no response at all. Like the Gorgon-haired man, the soul of the hedgehog-headed man also disappeared after his death.
In the system, the event - cheating wife is at 90% progress.
"There are still 10% left. Go back and see Camille to confirm the situation."
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