Not long after exiting the lion's belly, Michael Ender found the trace he was looking for.
Just as he had thought before, the demon bred in this temple was, for some unknown reason, incredibly anxious and did not even hesitate to expose its true colors in order to attack him and Sen Ou.
But after visiting the Red Temple at Haiyin Temple, he understood everything. This ghost had gradually matured and was no longer satisfied with ordinary offerings. Instead, he began to look for something that could catalyze himself.
As a collection of wishes, Michael Ender is undoubtedly His best prey.
But since the hunt has failed, he should be prepared to accept the change in status, from a poor hunter to an equally despicable prey, and face the wrath of the King.
The world outside the lion's belly has already undergone earth-shaking changes.
The cunning ghost seemed to have sensed something and eagerly transferred his entire stomach in. The surrounding walls, including the floor and ceiling, turned a strange flesh color and stirred in a strange rhythm.
But to the little king, all of this was as common as the flowers and plants that could be seen everywhere on the roadside, and he strolled among them leisurely.
The lion, which had turned light pink, followed behind the king, as obedient as a cat of an odd size.
There seems to be something hidden in the cracks between the fleshy rooms.
There were black metal fragments and perhaps some copper-green bullets that had been specially treated.
It was something from the Special Ability Division. Kaionji Suyu had obtained eggshells of this kind of bullet from his mother before. Even though these things had been used once, they still had a slight exorcism effect. And only the Special Ability Division, which was backed by the Shinohara Hachiman Shrine, could withstand such consumption.
It seems that before he and Mori Ogai encountered the attack of the ghost, the team sent by the Special Ability Section mentioned in the bullet screen had already been attacked.
However, these special bullets are sufficient to cause serious damage to demons below rank B, and are even suitable for exorcising demons of rank B.
However, at this moment, the copper-green bullet heads were firmly stuck in the cracks of the flesh walls, just like pencil tips embedded in the gaps between fingers. They could cause pain but would only anger the enemy and would not cause any substantial damage at all.
It seems that the little king is not affected at all, or maybe the playful attitude of the colorful big cat following behind him annoys the owner of this place.
The amplitude of the wriggling of the flesh wall seemed to be getting more and more violent, and some acidic and smelly liquid was almost gushing out from those pits and holes, emitting a pungent smell.
It's like a flesh and blood juicer, constantly churning and vibrating.
The pink lion was naturally very protective of its master, and immediately covered the little king's head with its body, as if covering the arrogant young king with a canopy.
Hidden in the shadow beneath the lion, the strange necklace around Michel Ende's neck seemed to have some feline qualities, emitting a kind of light in the dark.
The young Wang suddenly smiled, and the dimples at the corners of his mouth were filled with malice and madness.
The faith value in the red book suddenly dropped, and the king finally issued an order to attack.
"Lucky Dragon."
A white dragon emitting a milky white halo suddenly appeared. The ceiling made of flesh and blood seemed to prevent it from hovering freely in the sky, and it also made this overly pure elf seem even more out of place in the dirty scene.
But the white dragon's low roar and murderous teeth, as white as mother-of-pearl, also proved that he was no good. Such a beautiful and dangerous figure seemed to have turned into some kind of strange link, allowing the seemingly inverted wall of flesh and blood and the pure white dragon to merge together, looking like a false optimistic fantasy, or a crazy oil painter's amazing posthumous work.
"We need a cleansing." As if not caring about the erosion of the mucus, the young king named Michael Ende walked out from under the army with his head held high, looking around arrogantly, his blue eyes surprisingly bright.
When I saw the wall turned pale due to the appearance of Fulong,
A gradually expanding smile appeared on the little king's face again, making that face that looked as sweet as an angel reveal the cruel yet shining innocence of a child.
"Shivering," the blond-haired, blue-eyed boy exclaimed with a bright smile, and made his own decision, "You must be very cold."
As soon as the words fell, the white dragon and the colorful lion immediately let out low roars.
The sound of the two completely different species colliding with each other actually has a flavor of competition and confrontation, but also a subtle sense of complementation, like a distant music lingering in the valley.
The white flame spewed out from the white dragon's mouth, which did not bring much burning sensation, but was enough to give these filthy creatures from the other world a grand burning feast.
The colorful big cat is not idle either. Its soft paw pads allow it to walk on the ground so agilely without making any sound. This is one of the talents of top predators.
The lion named Graugram walked with his head held high on the fleshy floor. The clumsiness and innocence that he only showed in front of his master were now completely replaced by the most primitive murderous intent.
Just like his young king, he walked proudly on the ground as if he was inspecting his territory.
But if you observe carefully, you can find that the lion's soft soles, which are the favorite of the little king, are not in direct contact with the flesh wall. Countless colorful gravels, like crystal fragments, refract strange light and extend under the feet of the lion and the little king.
It is like unfolding a painting drawn by the stars.
As for pigments, they are sourced from local sources.
It's hard to imagine that those slimy, living flesh walls could actually turn into something like this.
The wall burned by Fu Long's white fire was like melted bones and blood, falling off from the place where the wall should have been, and turned into nothing before hitting the ground, like a rare meteor shower, dragging a white tail and bringing death before hitting the ground.
The thicker piece of meat that was taken down on the ground was transformed by Xiong Shi into a staggered pile of colorful sand according to the texture. The colorful death signal was very effective when facing ghosts and gods.
The faith value in the red notebook dropped faster than ever before, but the response from the barrage also proved that the choice of traveling back to Haiyin Temple was not in vain.
[So cool!]
[White meteor shower! Make a wish! Get into a good university!]
[Be more clear-headed, that's meat, but, uh, I hope the salary can go up]
[Congratulations! I got all the answers right!]
[The lion is so handsome, and the colored sand is so romantic]
[The little king’s ability is truly terrifying. This ability to command ghosts and gods should be the strongest at present.]
[I don’t know what the ghosts and gods of Sojiji Temple are, but I don’t have to worry about them now]
[I declare that I am now the King pushing solo, woooooooooooooooo, this is so cool]
As the Zen room collapsed, the faith value provided by the barrage finally filled the gap in usage ability. The terrifying decline rate was slowed down and even began to rise slowly.
It was a very good deal. Estimating the speed at which the barrier of ghosts and gods over there would collapse, Haiyin Temple Suyou had an idea.
The white lucky dragon merged with the pure-colored meteor shower and was summoned back to the little king's pendant.
The flesh-colored walls collapsed before the eyes of the little king, as if he was facing a catastrophe that was destroying the world.
But the blond king just watched everything quietly, with a look of indifference on his young face that was inconsistent with his age. To him, killing ghosts and gods seemed to be just a common occurrence.
After getting some proper release, this little bit of residual dissatisfaction was much less than eating the stale daifuku, and Wang's mood improved somewhat.
However, this good mood was soon ruined by the sporadic sounds of guns being loaded.
The boy turned around, and the faint curve at the corner of his mouth had been smoothed out into a ruthless straight line.
Standing in front of Michel Ende were five or six well-equipped adults, but at this moment, all
Tong fought in front of him like a frightened bird.
Judging from the state of their equipment, they didn't seem to have been sent here for long, but each of them had a sense of brokenness and collapse that only comes from being tortured by fear for too long.
Their spirits were so tense that they would open fire at the slightest disturbance.
At this moment, the remnant felt unprecedented fear when facing the seemingly gentle army and the boy who looked almost harmless.
A reverence so intense that no mammal or any other creature on earth could ever generate took possession of their brains, and no one could remain rational in the face of such a strong emotion.
The deputy captain of the team standing at the front was the first to bear the brunt.
His knees almost gave way and he was about to kneel down.
But the remaining strength was not enough to support him to do so, and his body, which was severely depleted of physical strength, caused him to fall directly onto the scarlet sand.
With his cheek touching the warm gravel, the man with a dirty face and blood stains smiled with relief like a child.
He has the strongest clairvoyance among the survivors. The feeling of coming into contact with the gravel is like lightning flowing through his body, as if it were his mother's chest, to which he is connected by blood.
The white noise with a strange rhythm, wrapped in a huge tranquility, occupied his entire being, even swallowing up his own existence.
When he was about to be drowned, he saw the light.
The ultimate colors of golden light and azure blue.
It was like the last words of the captain who was swallowed by the flesh wall: "I will definitely find hope."
He saw hope, grasped new faith, and fell asleep peacefully in this warm embrace.
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What does fear feel like?
Haiyin Temple is as familiar to us as eating and drinking water.
It's like the blood flowing slowly in the veins, which has a faint blue tint due to lack of oxygen. Near the skin, its true color gradually reveals itself, a not-so-healthy blue tint.
Without you realizing it, fear has already penetrated your body, merged into your bones and blood, and then leaked out, making you think it is something from the outside. Little do you know that it has already replaced all your emotions and marked your bone marrow.
Fear does not come from the outside world, but spreads from every part of our body and from deep within our blood. It has already planted its seeds without us realizing it.
"Come over here, Xiaoyou. Long time no see."
Just as he had expected it the moment he stepped into Zongji Temple, just as he entered the Red Temple without thinking, in his memory, a voice so familiar that it made him cry came from the front.
The handsome action uniform, the military cap worn meticulously, the broad and powerful hands that often gently passed through his hair, which was different from his mother's vigorous and teasing touch, were all before his eyes.
When I was a child, I could always easily hold his arms and open them in front of Haiyin Temple. It was a scene that would make me cry even if I lost my memory a million times.
That's a scene I want to dream about no matter what.
"Let's go home."
The man with similar black hair and red eyes, who had been dead for several months, seemed to have come back to life and said the words that the boy wanted to hear again no matter what.
But the faint pale face looked like a beautiful bubble that would burst at any moment, or a mirage that was so beautiful that it was breathtaking.