"Creak...creak...creak..."
A series of teeth-grinding scraping sounds came from the hole.
A large mound gradually rose from the ground, and as the soil rolled away, the contents inside were revealed.
The dark red, demon-like creature was tightly bound by countless vines of varying thicknesses.
Sharp needles protrude from these vines, attempting to pierce the demon's tough skin, striking it with a dull thud like a broken drum.
The vines "delivered" the demon to the oak giant's side.
"Just a projection, that's all."
The demon struggled to break free from the vines' entanglement, but the more violently it moved, the more vines wrapped around it, and the stronger they became.
There is a growing trend from spindle-shaped windings to spherical windings.
"Saloiman, I thought druids were all wise, but I never imagined that after so many years, your brain would have become completely woody!"
"The World Tree Council needs the power of demons, and the Earth Council needs the power of demons. You should convey my message! I'm here to extend goodwill!!"
Hearing these words from the devil.
Reagan, barely suppressing the urge to faint, saw the entire massive oak tree begin to tremble slightly, and the tremor gradually increased.
The sparse rustling of leaves was mixed with a creaking sound.
A burst of laughter followed.
"Ha~~~ Ha~~~~ Ha~~~~ Ha~~~~"
"Good intentions?"
"The ~~benevolence~~ of the ~~most~abyssal~~evil~~demon~~"
"Ha~ha~ha~ha~ha~~~~"
"Why don't you go and talk to them yourself?"
The demon thrashed violently a few times, causing a strong contraction of the vines.
"You think I don't want to? But the observers of this generation are humans! Humans! Damn humans!"
"Bang!"
The ground was shaken by the heavy stomp of the oak giant, causing pieces to crumble at any moment.
“Sarazo, abandon this vessel, and I will spare your projection.”
After saying this, the Ancient Tree Druid quietly looked at the "tiny" demon before him, and the latter did not speak again after being interrupted.
"Saloiman, remember what I said!"
As soon as he finished speaking, something like ink rose from the demon's body, so conspicuous even in the darkness. As the vines loosened slightly, this anti-gravity black ink spilled out even more rapidly.
A dozen seconds later, the black ink stopped overflowing and completely dissipated into the air.
Reagan could vaguely see a plump, white body revealed after the vines loosened.
"Lucy...Lucy, did you see that?"
Reagan asked his companions, but received no response.
I turned my head and looked.
Lucy had already fainted on the windowsill.
The physical discomfort was intensifying, and Reagan himself felt an urge to faint.
No, I can't faint yet!
He forced himself to move despite his exhaustion, opened the briefcase beside the bed, revealing some clothes inside.
Lifting the clothes, underneath were two handguns and some emergency medications.
Reagan took out a syringe, a stimulant with certain side effects and aftereffects. They usually only gave it to people who were seriously injured, on the verge of death, or who had lost too much blood, but they couldn't care less about that now.
He bit his tongue to force himself to stay awake, then ripped open his collar and gave himself a subcutaneous injection.
"Hiss~"
A few seconds later, a strong stimulus came, and my body recovered a little temporarily, and my consciousness became clear.
Reagan leaned against the window again and discovered that the terrifying vines that had been waving wildly were gradually shrinking back into the ground, while the giant oak tree had disappeared.
After a minute or so, all the vines had disappeared into the soil, and it was unknown whether they were still lurking deep underground in Dublin.
All that remained at the scene was a horribly damaged ground, with countless potholes and rubble scattered across a large area.
Many residents' homes were hit by rubble, including the Miso Hotel.
The number of broken windows and ceramic glass products is countless.
Taking a few deep breaths, Reagan, with unsteady steps, went downstairs to check the scene.
There are probably not many people still awake; at least Reagan didn't see any.
The phone was destroyed in the aftershocks of that bizarre attack, but thankfully the mechanical watch only had its gemstone facet broken; it was still functioning internally.
Judging by the time, about ten minutes had passed since the hotel owner, Miso, called the police. In the United States, at night with such convenient transportation, if there was a suspected terrorist attack, the police would arrive very soon, even if they hadn't arrived yet.
But this is Ireland, so I should have some time to investigate.
The streets were a scene of devastation, with smashed cars and bent streetlights. All the lights were out because of the attack.
The four Englishmen were very lucky; each of them was unconscious in their hiding place, with the nearest stray boulder less than a foot away from one of them.
Reagan's steps were unsteady, and he had to constantly watch the ground to avoid tripping over the holes left by the "magic vine." In his current state, even with the support of stimulants, he didn't know if he could get up again if he fell.
Fortunately, they persevered and finally made it to the "center of the battlefield".
The plump, white body was indeed still in the same spot, with only two or three pieces of cloth on its body; the rest of its clothing was gone.
"This must be the one possessed by the demon!" Reagan thought to himself.
I wanted to find some fallen branches, leaves, and vine fragments from the oak tree on the ground, but I couldn't find any after searching around. I clearly saw a lot of them just now!
Without hesitation, fearing he might faint, he rushed to the man's side, took out a cylindrical object, and stuck it into the man's leg, then drew out a small amount of blood.
Turn the man's face over and carefully memorize his features.
When I stood up, everything went black and a strong feeling of dizziness washed over me. I barely managed to stay upright thanks to my strong willpower.
However, on his way back to the hotel, Reagan's luck finally turned around. As he passed a British agent, he noticed that the man's hands, which were pressed against his body, were tightly gripping a branch.
That was an oak branch!
He tried to pull it out of the man's hand several times, but couldn't. In the end, he had to pry it open one finger at a time to finally snatch the branch.
"Thank you for your contributions to the CIA, British!"
For the first time tonight, he smiled and whispered something to the man on the ground.
When the sound of police sirens finally came, Reagan had already returned to the room and placed the branches and blood samples at the bottom of the box.
She closed the door in a daze, and then blissfully fainted.
...
The next morning, Reagan woke up to the wailing of ambulances. Lucy, James, and George had already woken up before him.
They had clearly discovered what was in the box, and their eyes were full of admiration as they looked at Reagan.
However, the aftereffects of Reagan's doping are already showing; he is now experiencing general weakness, mental aches, and difficulty concentrating.
Lucy handed him a paper cup of water.
“Reagan, I think we can go back and kick the chief’s ass.”
"They actually want us to catch that kind of thing!!"
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com