Chapter 143 Bloody Nun (4)

The holy relic that carried all the spores of the Young God Tree could not withstand the surge of Gerald's entire magical power and shattered in the archbishop's stomach.

Anthony naturally also heard the crisp sound of crackling.

His body was shaking.

Of course, he knew very well what this crisp sound meant, and he knew even more clearly what kind of changes this crisp sound would cause. His eyes widened, almost popping out of their sockets, and his breathing became very rapid, almost panting like crazy.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh..." After a few seconds, Anthony howled like a madman.

In fact, Anthony now looks like a madman.

He grabbed his hair with both hands desperately, so hard that you could even faintly hear the crackling sound. Strands of hair broke off and scattered on the ground through his fingers.

His head, which already had little hair, now looked almost bald.

His face was completely distorted. He knew that his glorious and great mission could not be completed.

This might be the inheritance of Andre's family. Even these relatively normal people, while maintaining the dignity and elegance of their ancient bloodline, are also paranoid and crazy.

Seeing Anthony's appearance, Gerald finally showed a smile on his face, which was wrinkled and looked a little funny.

Gerald knew very well that he was no match for Anthony.

Even if he tried every possible means and risked his life, it would not work.

He might end up in a miserable state, but this was the only way he could think of to save the city of Larnaca.

He was very curious about what Anthony would do next to destroy Larnaca? Kill them one by one? How long would he be able to kill 700,000 or 800,000 people? Gerald frowned, and he could feel something in his stomach starting to stir.

The feeling was really uncomfortable. For a moment, it felt like thousands of steel needles were piercing my intestines.

The belly is rolling.

Gerald spat out a mouthful of blood... no, it was probably mucus, black in color.

He could feel the stench of decay in the air he exhaled.

His face felt a little itchy, so Gerald raised his hand and scratched it subconsciously.

With a swish, he grabbed off a piece of wrinkled skin.

“It’s really terrible.”

Gerald muttered softly, his open mouth revealing white teeth and gums covered with scarlet mucus.

Something terrible was constantly coming out of his mouth.

His hands were also a little itchy, so Gerald looked down and was surprised to find that the skin on the back of his originally wrinkled hands had actually stretched out a little bit, as if he had no wrinkles at all, just like a teenager.

Of course, this didn't mean he had regained his youth, it was just that his body was in some strange state of swelling.

The air he exhaled began to turn into a sticky black cloud that surrounded his body. There seemed to be countless tiny insects in the black cloud... He didn't know if it was real or just his illusion, but he always felt like he could hear all kinds of buzzing sounds in his ears.

One by one, raised blisters appeared on the back of my hand, like bunches of grapes... Damn, that looked so terrible. I would probably feel nauseous every time I saw grapes in the future and would never be able to eat them again, right?

Even the eyes, the nostrils, the throat...

Even the heart.

He could no longer breathe normally.

With a slight sigh, Gerald closed his eyes and fell backwards.

Bang! A large number of blisters were crushed, and the holy robe was covered with light yellow filth.

"Asshole, asshole, asshole..."

"Old thing..."

"You would rather endure such pain than cause me so much trouble." Anthony cursed under his breath.

Phew! Anthony took a deep breath.

He vividly displayed the paranoia and madness inherited from the Andre family.

The previous second he was cursing Gerald like a madman.

He returned to normal the next second. If it weren't for his messy, sparse hair and the exposed top of his head, he would have the demeanor of an elderly gentleman.

He took a look at Gerald's body and, to be honest, he admired Gerald very much.

In the shortest time, the archbishop thought of the method that would cause him the most trouble, which was also the method that would cause him the most pain.

The gift from Aquaman was shattered, and all the spores inside escaped from Gerald's body.

Then, Gerald's body would naturally become the host of these spores. The number of them was simply incalculable, like the grains of sand in the Ganges. It would not take long for his body to turn into thick water.

Such an old body is not enough for the spores to absorb for long.

However, due to lack of nutrients, the spores that have been activated and started to grow will quickly become exhausted and then die.

This should be Gerald's plan.

The execution was also quite smooth.

But, that’s where it ends.

Gerald overlooked one point: Anthony didn't need all of the spores to survive.

Just a small part will do. As long as a few young gods can be cultivated, it will be enough to destroy the city of Larnaca.

It is impossible for Anthony to save all the spores, but it is no problem to save a few... Just collect a few spores and transfer them to new receptors.

Of course, Anthony himself would not be the receptor.

He is the guardian of destiny.

But the nun next to her, Cecilia, was not bad… After all, she was going to die anyway.

If you can play a small role before you die, it can be considered a contribution to your fate and can be considered as atonement.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Anthony thought so, then took a step and walked towards Gerald's body.

“Ahhhhhhhh…”

At this moment, Anthony suddenly heard a scream, which was extremely shrill.

Is it Cecilia who is going to be killed next? Is she afraid because she feels death?

Buzz! The next moment, a strange sound suddenly came to Anthony's ears.

His expression suddenly changed, and driven by pure instinct, he forced his body to move sideways.

laugh.

Immediately afterwards, Anthony saw a bright red light in front of his eyes.

The barrier he had originally used to prevent others from approaching had been split open by the knife light at some point, and was shattering into pieces like glass that had been hit hard.

The flash of a knife whizzed past his side.

Almost against his face.

That bright red light was actually the blood flying out of his face.

An arm rolled in the air and then fell heavily to the ground. The moment it hit the ground, the arm had become dry and all the blood inside had been drained.

Anthony even felt that his body seemed to have shrunk in an instant, and in an instant, one third of his blood was robbed.

After taking several steps back, Anthony finally stopped.

His lips kept twitching and he could feel waves of burning pain on his face.

The skin on the left side of his face was scraped off, even revealing the white bones underneath.

Anthony turned his head slightly and saw that his left arm was cut diagonally from the shoulder. Because too much blood was drawn out in an instant, there was not even any blood gushing out of the wound.

The sudden weakness made Anthony stagger.

His larynx moved and Anthony's slightly dazed consciousness returned to normal.

He turned around and saw the nun behind him. Cecilia had completely changed into another person.

Her hair turned scarlet, as if it had just been soaked in blood. Her eyes also turned blood-red. At the corners of her eyes, two scarlet bloodstains rolled down her pale cheeks.

Weird.

As weird as a monster.

At this moment, Cecilia truly transformed into the Bloody Nun.

A Bloody Nun that is even more powerful than the one in the game.

In her eyes, there was only extreme hatred and madness.

Around her body, blood mist was wriggling as if boiling, and behind her, a huge figure appeared out of nowhere.

The figure was like a mountain, its limbs were like stone pillars, and on its head were two curved horns. In its strong arms, it tightly grasped a huge battle axe.

Savage, violent, crazy, bloodthirsty...

In that phantom, Anthony could not sense any existence that could be called kind. It was as if it was the embodiment of all the killing and tyranny in the world.

Here is the fourth chapter. There will be another chapter later.

(End of this chapter)