"Wow!"

The baby in Megose's belly cried and squirmed, wanting to be born and help its mother out of trouble.

The black, cold, slippery threads seemed to be frightened, or grabbed by an invisible force, and they all retreated backwards.

"Wow!"

Dunn and Klein both felt visibly dizzy, their throats tightened on their own, their tracheas were constantly compressed, and breathing suddenly became difficult.

Red was dripping from the tips of their noses, the corners of their eyes, and their ears, and all their capillaries seemed to have broken.

If Klein hadn't been subjected to the test of muttering and roaring before entering the gray fog, and if Dunn hadn't been holding Saint Selina's ashes in his hands, they would have definitely fainted, just like Leonard Mitchell.

Megose's headless body turned around and faced Klein. The burnt skin and flesh and the holy yet enchanting white bone knife were clearly reflected in his eyes.

Klein, who had just relied on his rich experience to get rid of the influence, suddenly felt his scalp tingling. He forgot the pain in his right chest. He seemed to have seen the other party rushing towards him madly in a flashing posture, without giving him the opportunity to recite the spell, infuse spirituality, and throw out the "Yangyan Talisman".

Just as he was about to roll to avoid it, Klein saw Megose suddenly stop, saw Dunn Smith's black windbreaker fluttering behind him, and saw the captain in front of him lower his head, with thick, wriggling strips protruding from his back, as if there were poisonous snakes, tentacles, and monsters hiding underneath!

Dunn is using his "nightmare" ability to forcibly interfere with Megose.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Megose just struggled, and the thick strips protruding from Dunn's body exploded at the same time!

A large amount of bright red blood splashed out, spreading to every corner around like a rainstorm.

Pale-faced Dunn was not discouraged by the result, because the blood was absorbed by the black threads created by Saint Selina's ashes!

Absorbed!

The countless cold, slippery, tentacle-like threads suddenly became violent, and instead of retreating, they surged upwards, tightly entangling Megose and her bulging, squirming abdomen.

Chance!

Klein was nervous and delighted, and the ancient Hermetic word corresponding to "light" was brewing in his throat.

"Wow! Wow! Wow!"

The baby's crying sounded again, more continuous and more rapid than before!

Countless black, almost invisible thin lines suddenly stopped, as if struck by lightning, and continued to tremble and shiver as they were retracted.

Dunn looked at this scene and found that Megose was about to escape. The expression on his face changed. Without any hesitation, he withdrew his right hand, spread out his five fingers, and inserted them into his chest with a "plop", the left chest!

He quickly pulled out his right hand, which was stained with blood, and his five fingers were tightly grasping a heart that brought with it the feeling of night tranquility and changing dreams, a heart that was still contracting and expanding!

Captain... Klein watched as Dunn Smith stuffed the heart in his right hand into Saint Selina's urn. His vision quickly blurred.

Woo! Woo! Woo!

Just like the cry of a nightmare voice in the middle of the night, the countless black threads tightened again with an unusually cold and silent feeling, firmly and tightly imprisoning Megose!

Even if another baby cry came from Megose's belly, they did not loosen at all, and even locked the terrible sound within themselves!

Klein's tears mixed with blood fell drop by drop, and he uttered a word in ancient Hermetic language in a low voice:

"Light!"

Light that illuminates the darkness! Light that brings warmth!

Almost all of his remaining spiritual energy was poured into the thin gold sheet engraved with mysterious patterns, and his head suddenly felt empty and dizzy.

Gathering his last bit of strength, Klein threw the "Yangyan Talisman" at Megose, who was imprisoned by countless black threads.

This time, the black lines did not retreat in advance and no longer followed their instincts, as if they were directed by some will.

Plop! Plop!

In Saint Selina's urn, Dunn's bright red heart continued to beat.

The sunlight once again penetrated the big hole in the ceiling, penetrated the entire third floor, shone into the Blackthorn Security Company, and almost condensed into a solid column.

It was pulled by the "Sunfire Spell" and reflected towards Megose.

The two merged above the headless monster and exploded like a sun!

Boom!

In the blazing white light, Klein closed his eyes and engraved the last scene in his mind:

Megose lost her left arm, her head, and her charred body that had lost much of her flesh and blood instantly disintegrated. Some horrible thing inside that was half-illusory and half-real no longer had any basis in reality, and was unable to complete the last step of the transformation. Reluctantly and angrily, it turned into black gas and dissolved in the light and flames.

Boom!

The whole building was shaking violently, but this was only a small aftermath of the "Yangyan Talisman".

Unlike normal bombs, its power is concentrated and focused!

Klein managed to steady himself, and after a few seconds he opened his eyes and looked forward.

He saw walls collapsing one after another, and he saw a charred circle where Megose was standing, and the floor was only half melted.

He saw a bloody, curled up umbilical cord with traces of fire lying there. He saw Dunn Smith still standing there in a thin black windbreaker. He saw the heart in Saint Selina's urn still beating slowly. He saw Leonard Mitchell lying opposite him, not knowing whether he was dead or alive.

Klein, who was extremely exhausted, felt delighted. He felt that he could still use ritual magic to rescue the captain. He felt that Megose and the baby in her belly were truly resolved. No, the latter was more like being interrupted and expelled.

At this time, Dunn Smith turned his head and looked at Klein. There was a gentle and relaxed smile on his pale face, and his voice was as mellow as always:

"We saved Tingen."

After he finished speaking, he seemed to have returned to his twenties, no longer so calm and serious, and winked at Klein with his left eye.

Klein's expression froze on his face. He saw the heart in Saint Selina's urn stop beating and turn into a bright light that dissipated in all directions. He saw the captain's body leaning back and his hands loosened.

All of this is like a series of pictures, but it is impossible to stop it.

Boom!

Saint Selina's urn fell to the ground, just like Crane's heart.

Gurgle! Gurgle! Although the urn was not covered, the deep darkness inside blocked the exit, preventing the bright grains of sand from spilling out. The box rolled over and rolled towards Klein.

Dunn Smith fell on the broken ground. His deep grey eyes had lost all their luster as he stared at the hole through which the sunlight was pouring in.

Captain! Klein's vision blurred again. He wanted to shout out, but the word and the following words were stuck in his throat:

We also miss you...

At this time, Saint Selina's urn rolled to his feet.

Suddenly, Klein felt a pain in his chest, his pupils constricted, and he froze in place.

He lowered his head and saw a slightly pale hand piercing through his left chest, covered with blood.

Megose is not dead yet... No, the new enemy... the mastermind... Am I going to die...

Klein's thoughts quickly became distracted, his eyes almost lost focus, and his body fell to the side.

His breathing gradually stopped, and finally he felt the hand suddenly pulled back, and he saw only a pair of shiny leather boots and a slightly pale hand reaching down.

It holds the urn of Saint Selina.

Everything went dark before his eyes, and Klein lost all consciousness.

…………

The Blackthorn Security Company had become a ruin, with burn marks and broken objects everywhere, but without a single sound, just like a grave.

After a few minutes, Leonard Mitchell's body moved and his eyes slowly opened.

He stood up with difficulty and looked around. He saw Dunn Smith lying on the ground and Klein, whose eyes were wide open and frozen in shock. Both of them had obvious wounds on their left chests.

No… Leonard squeezed out a word from his throat, and he staggered, half crawling, half walking, to the vicinity of Dunn, and to the side of Crane's body.

He kept verifying it, constantly going back and forth between the two, but in the end he could only accept the result that could not be changed.

Leonard's legs went limp and he knelt on the spot. His green eyes were filled with pain. Drop after drop of tears ran down his face, washing away the blood and dust.

He listened attentively for two seconds, then suddenly half-knelt down, roared, clenched his fists, and pounded the floor hard.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Leonard kept crying and pounding the floor, and his grief was filled with obvious hatred and self-loathing.

Ta-da-da, the sound of someone running up the stairs quickly was heard. Leonard raised his head and saw with blurry vision the members of the "Manufactured Punisher" and "Mechanical Heart" who had just arrived.

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