“4 and 5 seem to be only one step away, but the gap is so huge that it is unimaginable. Yes, it is true.”
The girl's voice came faintly.
"But from the moment I saw her, that limitation was gone."
"what?"
Xista didn't understand these words at all, but she could sense something strange in her body. She immediately felt a burning gaze falling on her, and her heart couldn't help but skip a beat.
This...isn't it?
Could it be that feeling is coming again...
"Well--!"
She was right. As another eyeball burst through the flesh and was spat out of her mouth, the changes in her body began again.
Various parts of the body are constantly deformed into indescribable structures and objects, and in the intervals between enduring madness and pain, they are healed and then restored to their original state.
This is definitely not a torture that a mortal can endure.
Sista fell to the ground, unable to even utter a sound. He could only breathe like a fish with half his lips open. Blood, sweat, and unknown mucus mixed together and splashed around. His consciousness gradually became blurred.
[Sista...]
[Sista...]
[Sista...]
She heard someone chanting her name in the void.
It was as if something was hugging her and caressing her.
[To make a corpse doll, you first need a complete corpse...]
[Bloodline parasitism is a secret technique that can only be passed down through family bloodline...]
[The secret of preparing the Brenneck Fire Snake is to use the skin shed by the deceased before death...]
[The desires in people’s hearts can be guided and amplified, and they can be completely extracted to create the prototype of God...]
No... stop talking!
She had no idea...she didn't know what was speaking in her ear.
She was being forced to instill knowledge, including the understanding of that knowledge.
So she was soon different.
In the supernatural system of the earth, forbidden knowledge is roughly equivalent to power.
As for corruption and distortion, that was simply the inability of reason to control power. Power itself was unchanging—she was rapidly becoming stronger!
Especially with the death of a large number of extraordinary people, the total amount of mystery in the world has skyrocketed! She can easily attract those things to merge with herself, further increasing her growth rate!
"Hold this place."
Hitzfeld stood up, gave some instructions to the corpse doll Claire at the door, and reached out to grab Tite's neck.
Tite wanted to struggle, but Hitzfeld was playing the role of a corpse stitcher at this time.
He hasn't reached level 6 yet. Level 6 is just a bigger ant to the corpse-sewing people. He has no room to struggle.
Holding Tite, Hitzfeld drove the dead bone ice needle in front of the clock, making it float in the air and move continuously with the second hand of the clock.
Click...
Click...
The second hand, minute hand and hour hand coincide.
The time now is 6: AM.
Without further ado, she opened the door and stepped inside. The next moment, she appeared in another time and space on this planet, carrying Tite.
The interior space is very small, like a dilapidated attic.
There is also a grandfather clock stored here. It is a very old item. It must have been carefully maintained by someone and is still very strong.
"Pfft...cough cough cough cough!"
Tite was held in the girl's hand like a chicken and unable to resist, but some of his hypertrophic limbs had become very large, and when they were swung, they hit the roof above and absorbed a lot of the falling dust.
Everything, everything!
There was a sound of footsteps at the stairs.
Soon, a girl with pigtails, a plain white dress and a few freckles on her cheeks ran up to the next floor and stared at the scene in front of her with wide eyes.
A man in black robe...
Also, a monster?
This is a scene that only appears in movies, right?
What should I do now? Scream?
She was stunned for a second, then instinctively asked, "What are you trying to do in my grandfather's attic?"
"Help you clean up the mess."
Hitzfeld answered simply.
The dead bone ice needle flew out like a silver shuttle. It flew down the next floor and through the corridor, wandering back and forth among the narrow miscellaneous furniture, and then plunged into the basement and passed through the head of a sloppy homeless man.
"what!"
The tramp's head froze and exploded, and at the same time, Tite let out a scream.
"Let me go! Let me go!"
"You running dogs of the evil god... you will be punished... you will definitely be punished --!!!"
"excuse me."
Ignoring Tite's struggle and cursing, Hitzfeld bowed to the girl.
"There are three hours of buffer time next. If you and your grandfather don't mind, I'd like to read a book here for a while."
Staring at the girl's eyes that said "I've seen nothing today", Hitzfeld threw Tite aside, found a small stool, sat on it and began to study the manuscript again.
“…This won’t work!”
The green mist exploded with a bang, and the Doctor came out to warn her.
"You can't do that! ... It's cheating!"
Although he didn't understand how she guessed it, he thought it was closely related to that eye.
Is that thing that powerful?
This is really strange... In his opinion, Abu Gesar is not a powerful figure.
To mortals, they are all equally powerful. After all, a creature with only 1 HP will be killed instantly no matter whether the enemy's attack power is 100 or infinite.
But it is a "Sentinel", and the power it possesses is too limited. Moreover, the Blood of the Sun King is suppressing it, so its peeping ability should not be much left!
"Did I break the rules?" Hitzfeld asked him.
"No, but—"
"This is the rule you made. You can break it if you want, but you have to promise not to hurt my friends."
The doctor looked at her steadily and said nothing more.
After a long time, he came closer and whispered in her ear: "You don't think you can stop it from happening."
Hitzfeld's eye twitched.
"They have been planning for 150 years, and it is not so easy to interrupt them."
"Yes, you can save a lot of people, but that does not include your home, and does not include Hitzfell Manor..."
"Let me see what you will do next..."
"When the flames continue to fall and you find that all your efforts are in vain, let's see if you can still be so arrogant..."
Hitzfeld's eyelashes fluttered, but he did not respond to the provocation.
The doctor stopped expressing her views and continued reading. Time soon came to 9 o'clock.
The freckled girl secretly called the police, and at 8:55, the sirens could be heard in the attic.
Hitzfeld stood up from his sitting position, and the girl trembled on the stairs, seeming nervous about how this weirdo would act.
"Thank you for hospitality."
Hitzfeld said.
"We have to go."
"you……"
Dang Dang Dang——
The hour rang from the clock, Hitzfeld grabbed the listless Tite and stepped in, disappearing right under the girl's nose.
……
The next moment after 9 o'clock, in another time and space, in a solemn and magnificent cathedral, Hitzfeld took Tite and stepped out.
She first looked up and glanced around, and found that this place was no different from hell.
On the ceiling, on the blinds, on the platform, on the bench.
Even the ground was covered with a thick layer of plasma, just like the filming scene of a plasma movie.
But these are not ketchup.
They are real.
Real blood.
"You can't do this... you can't..."
Tite in his hand is still crying.
As she began to walk towards the front of the platform, getting closer and closer to a wriggling flesh cocoon, Tite really began to get anxious.
"It will be out in a few minutes..."
"Don't be like this... Don't be deceived by those false gods... Let us go... Join us, we can pursue the truth together..."
Hitzfeld responded by piercing the thing with a needle.
The dead bone ice needle drilled into the flesh cocoon, and its surface quickly froze, giving off a chill. The next moment, the entire hardened body exploded, with clusters of flesh and bone fragments scattering everywhere, creating many pits on the ground.
"what--!!!"
Tite screamed again and curled up on the ground like a shrimp, not even having the strength to speak.
"Go ahead and wait for 3 hours."
Hitzfeld ignored him, cleared out a clean corner, sat there and started reading.
The Doctor popped up and looked her over.
But this time, he didn't want to talk.
“Maybe I can’t stop it.”
But Hitzfeld suddenly spoke up.
She put the book down and looked up to meet the Doctor's eyes.
"Who can stop what has already happened..."
"Even if I win this game, some things can't be changed..."
“But I would say it still makes sense.”
"It's like a father who carries guilt but sticks to his ideals."
"Even if he never visited him once in 17 years... I think if he knew the truth, he would admire him."
"He would be proud and proud to have such a father."
