The center of the hall was filled with blood.
Dean used his mind to block the cruel voice of Aurora's devil class, and glanced at the desperate father and son. "She is hopeless. It's time to make a decision on how to deal with this hell monk."
"What do you want to do to her, Kenny?" Adam nervously stretched out his poorly healed arm to block Aurora, "Please don't hurt her, even if she is no longer a human, she is mine. Mom, as long as we take her away and take care of her carefully every day, she will definitely recover."
"It's useless, can't you see?" Dean looked at Aurora's unruly eyes, "Leviathan has transformed her from the soul level, distorting her cognition and personality. Her kind and human side has It was sealed, and now only the cruel and perverted side remains.”
The progress of the incident has reached 100%. Even if Dean directly eliminates Aurora, it will not be a big deal.
Adam trembled all over, and William beside him couldn't help but speak,
"Sir Kenny, although I don't know who you are, you can subdue a hell monk so easily and suppress hell with your strength. There must be a way to save her, right? As long as you are willing to help her restore her humanity, I am willing to pay any price. "
William paused, then stretched out his hand to touch his wife's cold face with pity, "Even in exchange for my life and soul."
"That's enough, don't make an unauthorized decision again!" Adam immediately glared at the father who had been away for half a year, with the veins in his neck protruding angrily. "I made an agreement with Mr. Kenny a long time ago. If there is a sacrifice, sacrifice one of my own. That’s it.”
"Sir Kenny," Frankie, who had been watching the show with trepidation, suddenly interrupted, "How about you try to reverse this hell monk? I am willing to sponsor your experiment. Ten million knives, twenty million, is that enough?"
Frankie thought about finding a way out for himself.
"It's not your turn to speak here." Dean scolded the rich man and turned his eyes to William and his son. "I'm not a real devil. It's useless to ask for your souls. But if you can provide more information besides séances and pentagrams, of occult information, especially about Baphomet, so that I can try to save your wife.”
William sighed and tied a bandage on Adam's hand, "The information I have collected throughout my life is in the letter left for Adam. You should have read it a long time ago."
"But there are some records that I didn't mention. As far as I know, there is an ancient magical rune called Serent Rune in the world, which can severely damage Hell Monks and Nocturnal Species and has a powerful restraining effect on them. Are you interested in this aspect? You can try to look for it.”
Serent Rune, restrains nocturnal species and hell monks! ?
What an unexpected surprise.
Dean nodded with satisfaction and urged, "Continue."
"I know a friend who lives in Maine and specializes in research on baphomet and nocturnal species. I'll give you her address."
"I will do it myself."
Dean took a little bit of William's blood and swallowed it in his mouth, and his mind instantly came to mind - western Maine, Long Lake, Carmody, an old lady in a bright orange trousers, a series of Baphomet's researchers information.
He immediately decided to set off after solving the incident. Maine happened to be in the northeast direction of where he planned to search for Lu Guangming.
"I've got the things, and I'll help you save people right now." Dean nodded to William and his son, then gently made a bloody opening on Aurora's neck with his finger, and stuffed a little bit of Hell's monk's blood into his mouth. inside.
Lick the memory.
"Unfortunately, there is only endless torture and abuse in her blood. There is no way for monks to restore their humanity. I can only change to a cruel method. You should stop reading."
Dean waved his hand and used his telekinesis to turn the faces of William, his son Otis and Frankie, so that their backs were turned.
Then he opened his mouth and spit out the snake of power, bit the hell monk's neck, and struck out a delicate and small snake-tooth-shaped "Snake Order".
Dark mist spread from the teeth marks and enveloped Aurora's body, transforming into a phantom snake with a human head and a snake body fluttering colorful wings, and a Potala spider man with eight sharp claws and a spindle-shaped head that plundered the vitality.
With the infusion of the snake of power, the two illusions of the children of the stars drilled in and out of her seven orifices, swallowing the red light of life around her.
Her eyes rolled up and turned white, her limbs stretched out in pain, the ends of her fingers trembled, large amounts of cold sweat broke out all over her body, and her whole body twitched like an epileptic fit.
The power of the Star Children and the power of Leviathan continued to fight for the battlefield with her body.
But this is a world far away from hell.
Leviathan's power is like rootless water that cannot be replenished quickly. The "Snake Order" instilled by Dean gradually takes over, stripping away the black leather coat Leviathan gave Aurora, leaving her with deathly pale skin. Metamorphoses into the light red color of healthy people.
Blood-stained hands sprouted whole skin, and eyebrows and flowing black hair were born from scratch.
The appearance and body shape transform into that of a normal person.
In just ten seconds, Aurora's red light of life completely turned back to pure white.
Her whole body returned to a human lady with a graceful figure and still charming charm, and her delicate face was filled with a strong bookish atmosphere.
There was no trace of hostility in her eyes. She sat up straight and looked at Dean with clear eyes and admiration.
"Dear Master, your humble servant Aurora White offers you her respects."
After saying that, she looked at the backs of William and Adam excitedly, pursed her lips, and after briefly returning to human form, her love for her relatives suppressed the twisted desires in her heart.
But Dean took a look with his life perspective and couldn't help but raise his left eyebrow.
Red, who had been suppressed in the corner, was reviving rapidly. At this rate, she could only maintain her human form for two minutes with the help of the snake orders.
But this is not surprising. Leviathan is a god, with a higher status than the two star sons of the Phantom Snake and the Potala Spider Man, and has stronger control.
Dean took the time to ask,
"How do I restore humanity to the Hell Monks?"
"After becoming a hell monk, there is usually no way out and it is irreversible, so the monk can never turn back into a human being." Aurora shook her head slightly, "But I have also learned about a situation in the middle."
"What exception?"
"Leviathan takes the initiative to release the bondage and soul contract with a certain hell monk. At that time, it can return to the world and live as a curser."
Dean's face darkened when he heard this, and asked the God of Desire and Distortion to cancel the contract. This is much harder than killing a monk. You can't enter hell to negotiate with Leviathan, right?
Aurora saw his hesitation and added softly,
"Although Leviathan and Hell's monks have the ultimate goal of collecting pain, they are not existences that kill indiscriminately. They are orderly and can negotiate and communicate."
"And there is a chief among the hell monks who can communicate with Leviathan and execute his will. He is his spokesperson, called the high priest."
"If you use the Mourning Box to summon the high priest and make a deal, the high priest can cancel the contract of a hell monk on behalf of Leviathan and let him return to the world."
"This restores humanity."
Aurora warned,
"But this transaction process is full of variables. The high priest is moody. I have been a monk in Hell for so many years, but I have never seen his true appearance. I only heard that he is full of nails, and his power is only inferior to Leviathan. He usually carries four The action of the ascetic group formed by human beings.”
A deal with the high priest?
Dean was lost in thought.
The high priest's home court is in hell, and his strength will definitely be greatly reduced when he enters the human world. Even if he cannot defeat him, Dean can still use his skills to escape.
In addition, he is planning to form the snake demon Seth, which perfectly conceals the aura of his soul. Since he can hide the mark of Baphomet on his body from Aurora, he should also be able to hide it from the high priest, right?
You can give it a try.
At this time, Aurora glanced eagerly at the two father and son opposite, interrupting his thoughts, "Master, the hell side is about to return, can you..."
Dean nodded and released the restraints on Aurora's family.
Aurora immediately opened her hands and ran away.
"William, I'm back! Your wife is back!"
"Adam, my boy, come here and show your mother!"
"Oh God! This is you, this is the Aurora I know!" William excitedly put his hands around his wife's waist, hugged her, and spun around, burying his head in her long hair and taking a deep breath, "I have always wanted to I apologize to you for making you wait twenty years, you loser!"
"Don't say that, I know you will come." Aurora looked into his eyes lovingly and touched the corners of his mouth with her fingers, "I can't wait for you anymore."
"Aurora, you haven't changed at all. You're still exactly the same as you were in the photo more than ten years ago." Adam hugged his mother from the side, wiped the tears on her face incoherently, and turned her body to look at her repeatedly, "No, more Be healthy, your illness is cured."
The woman turned around and held his face and looked at the broken index finger carefully, as if she couldn't see enough, "My child, you have grown into a handsome young man, as lovable as William, but you are too I lost weight, and I’m sorry, I didn’t want to hurt you, it was the hellish side that controlled me.”
Adam shook his head with red eyes and said longingly,
"I understand. It's not your fault. It's all the fault of that abominable Leviathan. Come on, William, Aurora, our family will leave Columbus and move to a small place to live in seclusion."
"The more than one million dollars William gave us is still there, which is enough for us to spend a long time!"
"From now on, as a family, please stop hiding and torturing each other. Let's get through this together!"
Aurora looked at her husband and son with joy on her face and shook her head slightly, "There is no time. I will die without regrets if I remain human and see you. Please take care and don't come to save me."
…
The red light of life rises like a tide.
A tight black leather jacket flew out of the air, like a monster's mouth biting Aurora from behind, covering her chest and back.
She shuddered.
The skin turned pale with blood loss, and the skin and flesh on his hands disappeared, revealing the white bones.
The gentle eyes looking at the two father and son turned scarlet and cold again, without any trace of human warmth.
But didn't wait for her to attack.
Dean waved his hand, and his tyrannical power of thought held her in place like a statue. He then took out the mourning box from the space and showed it to the sad William and his son.
"I can't keep her human forever. But you heard the conversation just now. If you want to completely save her, you can only summon the High Priest of Hell to negotiate."
Dean changed his words and looked out the window. At this time, the sun had set, the moon had not yet risen, and the sky was dark.
"It's your turn to make a choice, let Aurora go, or summon the high priest and negotiate with him."
"I can't be sure of the outcome of the summoning. If it doesn't go well, you will most likely die, both physically and mentally."
William looked firmly at Aurora, who was immobilized, and then at Adam,
"Do you still remember the two-person magic solution I taught you once when you were a kid?"
"Well, no one can separate our family anymore!"
William took Dean's mourning box with his right hand, Adam closed his left hand, and the fingers of the father and son moved flexibly to crack the mourning box.
Not far away, Frankie glanced anxiously at the blood-filled hall, keenly aware of the imminent danger of great danger, and spoke tremblingly, "Mr. Kenny, the next occasion is too dangerous. I An old man who is seriously ill and dying is completely unable to help. Can you please let me leave the hall temporarily?"
"Or maybe I call the security guards to help deal with the high priest?"
"The security guard is useless." Dean shook his head and said meaningfully to him, "But you are very useful and you must stay."
Then a wave of telepathy was thrown out to silence the frightened Monopoly, just like a piece of goods put on the shelf waiting for customers to choose.
"Otis...if you are willing," Dean looked at the bald broom-bearded researcher standing by the desk, "I will send you away."
The state university researcher had given Adam a hard time by hiring gangsters before.
But I didn’t make any irreparable mistakes, and I was extremely cooperative along the way, dedicated to scientific research.
Dean didn't mind sparing his life.
"No, how could I miss such a big scene!" Every muscle in Otis's chubby round face twitched with excitement, his tone was trembling, and his eyes were fixed on the dazzlingly flipped puzzle box in the hands of the two father and son, "I The meaning of life is to study séances and communicate with those other-dimensional beings.”
"The opportunity is right in front of you. Please allow me to stay and watch the ceremony."
Otis's face showed the light of piety, as if he were a martyr ready to die at any time.
"No matter what the outcome, I will accept it."
"as you wish."
…
hiss--
Adam suddenly groaned in pain.
A sharp-angled triangular blade protruded from the mourning box and scratched his palm, causing blood to soak into the box.
The entire mourning box began to deform rapidly in the hands of the two father and son, making a crisp clicking sound, like a big, lively spider.
Pieces of golden and black flakes operate like precision instruments.
The glass walls surrounding the hall began to vibrate rhythmically.
Silver-white electric arcs passed through the air, and dark rays poured in from the window, awakening the fear and pain in people's hearts.
As if their hands were burned, William and his son shook their hands at the same time and threw the mourning box to the ground. The box rolled for two weeks and completely changed from a cube into a spindle made of two triangular pyramids overlapped at the bottom.
And one of the countless space nodes in front of Dean suddenly cracked, spewing out dense white mist, surging like a living thing, covering the entire hall in the blink of an eye.
He moved all his companions to him with lightning speed, and then heard several heavy footsteps coming from deep in the thick fog.
That was the sound of leather boots stepping on a pool of blood, and then, four hell monks walked out of the darkness, arc, and mist.
Uniform black tight leather jacket, shaved eyebrows and hair.
The head of the one in the middle is inlaid with hundreds of silver-white nails. These nails are not arranged randomly, but are evenly distributed in a network line, growing from the chin up to the top of the head, and then covering the back of the neck from the top of the head down.
The whole head is like a hedgehog.
Under the face, the pale ribs were exposed, which seemed to have some special religious symbolic meaning.
The head full of nails matches Aurora's previous description. He is the high priest among the monks of hell, Nail Head.
The high priest put his hands behind his back, tilted his chin slightly, and his sharp eyes swept over everyone in the field, past Dean, obviously failing to see the mark of Baphomet, and finally locked on William who had activated the Mourning Box. and Adam.
What kind of eyes are those.
There is no human emotion left, only arrogance, indifference, and extremely suppressed hunger.
Like an evil god sizing up a lamb offered by a believer.
The father and son were so cold that they took a step back.
The other three monks walked side by side behind the high priest.
The one on the left has wrinkled cheek skin like a Shar-Pei, without eyes, nose, or lips. The wires protruding from his cheeks pull his mouth to both sides, expanding like a bloody hole, revealing a row of hair that is multiple times the size of an ordinary person. Big buck teeth, they kept clicking and opening and closing, making people panic.
On the right hand is a fat man with a big belly wearing sunglasses. There is a bloody gap in his abdomen, and half of his intestines are hanging out like a belt. His cheeks are swollen like a fat-headed fish that has been soaked for half a month. He is still sticking out his tongue and licking his lips, as if he is hungry. The beast is calling for food to come to your door,
The monk in the middle is a lady with delicate features and a pretty face. She must have been a great beauty before she became a monk. But at this time, her delicate cheeks and neck were stretched open by a fan-shaped wire, exposing her throat and trachea, as if she was undergoing a process. A curious exhibition.
…
The four hell monks turned to William and his son at the same time and spoke one after another like a choir.
"The father and son, who depended on each other for life and death, made a choice at the end of their fate in order to save their transformed relatives."
"But you never think about it. Pain is not a kind of perfection."
Four strange voices intertwined into a torrent spreading through the mist.
"You both opened the box at the same time, summoned us, and kidnapped a monk to break the rules of hell."
"You all have to go to hell to atone for your sins."
When William heard this, he remembered the torture he suffered in just half a month, and his shoulders trembled.
"Please don't be afraid in this world. It's a waste of beautiful suffering." Nailhead looked at him and spoke in a measured tone, "All your desires and pains already belong to hell."
"Wait a minute, four visitors from hell, don't be busy collecting painful business." Dean stood in front of the two fathers and sons, looking away from the dazzling red light of life on the nail head, and made a direct request, "I want Make a deal with you!"
(End of chapter)
