Witch Wind

Chapter 277: It's All a Traps (Part )

A huge black skull quietly floats on the metal disc.

Occasionally, the dark, non-reflective black skull would flicker and become translucent. At this moment, through the thick skull, one could see a slender figure with long hair and no clothes on, quietly floating in the skull cavity.

The huge cavity was filled with a very light black-purple juice.

It is sparkling and smooth, rolling like mercury.

In the juice, dozens of magical instruments such as exquisite knives, swords, bows, arrows, banners, mirrors, etc. were suspended. Each of them had a deep and dim light, and were connected to the graceful figure by tentacle-like light bands.

Hercule let out a long hiss and turned away.

He shouted, "This is unfair, this is crazy. I am just the director of the special service department of a third-level base city. I am not even the director of the Fire Seed Bureau. In my order within the committee, I am just a low-level official..."

With a "hiss", countless dark witch lights gushed out from the wall of the huge sewer pipe behind him. The criss-crossing witch lights were like layers of dense spider webs, completely blocking the entire pipe.

On the wall of the tube, there are large witch patterns that look like twisted pythons, slowly emerging.

Hercule looked at the tube wall that was infected by the flickering witch patterns and looked like crystal. He cursed angrily, and his body was quickly covered by an extremely heavy fully enclosed armor. He was more than ten feet tall, and after putting on this heavy armor, his figure expanded to about eighteen feet tall.

The right fist shook, and with a loud bang, a black wind rolled up countless extremely thin red lightnings, which fell fiercely on the nearest tube wall. Then a deafening explosion sounded, and layers of witch patterns on the tube wall lit up one after another, dense flashes exploded continuously, and countless electric sparks kept "crashing" and spraying around.

Hercule groaned and staggered back dozens of steps. His arms, which were wrapped in heavy armor, were twisted into the shape of the Yellow River - the armor on his arms was cracked into countless tiny cracks, and in many places, large sparks like fireworks were ejected.

He turned around in horror and shouted at the huge black skeleton floating quietly, "Is it necessary to deal with someone as insignificant as me? How much materials did you spend on this witch formation? Is your Black Sun Church very rich? Don't you think it's too wasteful to use this amount of materials on me?"

The Black Sun leader chuckled and said, "Don't underestimate yourself. A special services director who is highly suspected of colluding with the rebels in the church is still quite valuable."

"It is true that the world has changed dramatically, and it has been difficult for everyone. We are living in a very tight situation."

"But the Black Sun Church still has some assets left by our ancestors... It's not enough to overthrow your committee, but it's enough to deal with a Golden Immortal."

Hegri said coldly: "Even so, it is still a loss."

The Black Sun leader laughed, and the huge black skeleton slowly slid forward, approaching Hercule little by little: "Of course not, as long as I can kill you, your skin, your flesh, your bones, your internal organs, are all extremely valuable materials."

"Well, what you often do to the poor and the untouchables is also very appropriate for you."

"A Golden Immortal's corpse can almost make up for most of the materials consumed this time, not to mention that if there are unexpected surprises, then the harvest will be even greater."

The leader of the Black Sun Cult approached within a hundred feet of Hercules.

At this time, hundreds of nearby pipe openings leading to this sewer hub space were all surrounded by black witchcraft light. Dense witchcraft patterns spread out from the pipe openings like countless giant pythons, wrapping the entire hub space tightly in an instant. The metal walls on all sides turned into a strange translucent crystal state.

Hercule howled to the sky.

Amid the howling, his broken and twisted right arm straightened with a "crack", and the shattered armor repaired itself and returned to its original state in an instant. Black wind and red thunder continued to splash out of his body, and the wind and thunder surged, constantly emitting a deafening roar.

The violent power of wind and thunder rippled outward, and gradually condensed into a bird-headed man with wings on his back, a thunder phantom more than ten feet tall behind Hercule. Hercule shouted sternly: "Then, Black Sun Sect Leader, let me see what you can do!"

The next moment, the underground space with a radius of dozens of miles was shrouded by the violent power of wind and thunder.

The sky was filled with thunder and lightning. The gigantic bird-beast-human thunder image tightly grasped the hammer and chisel and pounced fiercely at the huge black skull.

A three-foot small flag spewed out from the mouth of the black skeleton. When the flag swayed in the wind, wisps of black smoke splashed out. In an instant, the shadow of a towering hall was created within a radius of several miles. In the hall, one could faintly see the shadow of a god with long hair, holding a sword to subdue demons, and stepping on a turtle and snake.

The wind and thunder in the sky struck the hall fiercely. There were bursts of roars and countless fine lightning flashes in the hall, but no wind and thunder could break the hall and hurt the black skeleton behind it.

'laugh'!
In the black skeleton, the small bow that was more than a foot long was pulled open by itself, and a bone arrow about a foot long was placed on the bowstring, and it was shot out lightly.

The bone arrow was not flying very fast. Hercule saw its trajectory clearly. According to his estimation, he could definitely avoid the attack of the bone arrow easily - but as soon as he thought of "I can avoid it", the bone arrow broke through his armor and pierced his chest.

A horrible feeling of paralysis instantly surged through his body, and the armor on Hercule's body cracked with countless cracks centered on the arrow hole, and soon turned into pieces of broken fragments that kept falling off.

Very fine black lines spread across his face, and Hercule, who was paralyzed and powerless, groaned and fell heavily to the ground, falling into a deep sewer filled with all kinds of unspeakable filth.

The black skeleton was floating quietly. In the hall formed by black air, the divine image let out a light shout, and suddenly the power of wind and thunder in the sky was drawn inwards, and was chopped into smoke by the divine sword.

Wisps of black air gushed out from the small banner, like countless extremely thin tentacles, entwined around Hercules' limbs, and gently dragged him up. Hercules was dragged in front of the black skeleton in the shape of a "big" character, and a small bone knife, only the size of a palm, quietly flew out from the cavity of his skull.

'laugh'!
The uniform on Hercule's body broke into pieces, revealing his fair and smooth body covered with black lines.

The next moment, Hercules' eyelids were lightly cut by the bone knife. Without shedding any blood, they fell off like leaves in the wind, falling quietly more than a foot away, and were quietly lifted up by two black mists.

Hercule was paralyzed, but his five senses and six consciousnesses were suddenly enhanced a hundred times after the bone arrow pierced his body.

The pain of having his two eyelids cut off was not worth mentioning for him, who had reached the Golden Immortal Realm... But today, this slight pain made him feel as if his soul had been chopped by the giant axe of God for three hundred times. He screamed in pain at the top of his lungs.

With a shrill squeaking sound, the three dancing girls in black skirts came quickly. One of them was holding a three-foot square iron cage, which was filled with a large nest of dirty black-haired mice.

With a chuckle, the black air dragged Hercule's eyelids and stuffed him into the iron cage.

The black-haired mice suddenly screamed wildly and began to fight hysterically, scrambling frantically for Hercule's two eyelids that exuded an extremely rich breath of life.

This is the flesh and blood that fell off the body of a Golden Immortal-level master... For these black-haired mice, it has an irresistible temptation - soon, two lucky black-haired mice swallowed the tiny eyelids in one gulp.

Hercule's whole body was shaking violently, and he was howling like a madman - he couldn't believe that a part of his body, his eyelids, would be eaten by the most despicable black-haired rats in the sewer!

His flesh and blood was actually eaten by such a lowly creature!
"You, how can you insult me ​​like this...ah!" Hercule was yelling and cursing madly, and suddenly there was another howl. A terrible pain came over him, and his body twitched violently, jumping around like a fish out of water. The extreme pain made him spurt out sticky cold sweat all over his body, and as his body shook, the sweat continued to spray all around.

The two most sensitive points on his chest were gently cut by the bone knife.

In front of him, the Black Sun leader fed the two thin slices of meat to the nest of black-haired mice.

Hercules' five senses and six consciousnesses were magnified thousands and tens of thousands of times by the strange bone arrow, and this bone knife had a terrible curse attached to it. Every cut would bring Hercules extreme pain.

If an ordinary immortal were to feel such pain, their soul would be shattered and they would die.

However, Haigeli is a Golden Immortal. Even though these genetic evolutionists of the committee are essentially very different from the orthodox practitioners who practiced from refining essence into qi and refining qi into spirit, these Golden Immortals of the committee are weaker than the practitioners of the same level in terms of real combat power. He is a Golden Immortal after all. He can withstand the toss.

The severe pain only made him scream, howl, twitch and struggle, but he couldn't even faint.

But the severe physical pain was nothing more than that. What really shocked Hegrid was that his flesh was once again fed to the lowly black-haired rats. What was even more unbearable for him was that his flesh and blood, the flesh and blood of a Golden Immortal-level genetically evolved mutant, was eaten by these weak black-haired rats, and they didn't explode and die?

Even after eating his eyelids and two spots on his chest, the four lucky black-haired mice became exceptionally slippery and shiny. In the blink of an eye, they grew from the length of a palm to more than a foot long at a speed visible to the naked eye, and their life breath increased rapidly.

"Look, you ignorant fools, you call yourselves Golden Immortals, but your flesh and blood are of such low quality... These most despicable rats in the gutter can eat your flesh and blood and digest it easily."

The leader of the Black Sun Cult tried her best to belittle Hercule's existence. She chuckled, and the bone knife gently rotated, and she cut off two pieces of flesh the size of a fingernail and as thin as a piece of paper from Hercule's body. They were carried by the black air and stuffed into the iron cage.

In this way, when all the mice in the iron cage got a piece of Hercule's flesh and blood, and became fat and strong with a strong aura, the leader of the Black Sun Sect snapped her fingers, and a girl in a black dress behind her laughed, and with a flick of her finger, her flesh split open, and a drop of blood the size of a green bean flew out.

A tiny bit of blood fell into the mouth of a black-haired mouse, and the black-haired mouse's body suddenly swelled up, expanding to three feet in size in an instant.

A burst of black gas swept the black-haired mouse out of the iron cage and threw it away.

'Boom'!
Just after it was thrown more than ten feet away, the black-haired rat suddenly exploded and turned into a mess of flesh and blood.

The Black Sun leader said with emotion: "Look, this is what you are like, your strength is a thousand times, ten thousand times stronger than this little maid in my sect, but your flesh and blood can even be easily absorbed by these lowliest rats, and they can even use your flesh and blood as nourishment to strengthen themselves."

"And these female servants in my sect, their strength is insignificant. In our cultivation system, they are not even considered a true 'immortal'... or in other words, they are not even considered a true 'great witch'!"

"Even so, even a tiny drop of their flesh and blood is not something these lowly creatures can bear."

"So, you can understand the gap between your group and us?"

The Black Sun leader tried her best to belittle Hercule's existence. She said in a subtle tone: "Of course, you seem to have the upper hand now. The committee and the Pantheon are chasing after our Black Sun Church and hunting us down all day long... But are you really in the upper hand?"

"If the heaven and earth had not been too harsh on us, how could you, the lowly natives, have forced us into such a miserable state?"

"You can see with your own eyes how big the gap is between you and us!"

“We are born noble.”

“We are the gods who are high above.”

"You are only mortals."

"You are just lowly mortals wallowing in the mud..."

"Hercules, tell me the truth. Who are the people you are colluding with? Your power is incompatible with ours. It is impossible for you to enlighten the Black Sun emblem among those untouchables and let them pretend to be our believers, sneak into our Black Sun Church, and leak the secrets of the church."

"So, who is it?"

In Hercules' eyes, extremely thin black lines gradually emerged. The terrifying evil power was harming his body and was madly attacking his soul.

The leader of the Black Sun Church used the inhumane pain in his flesh to weaken the resistance of Hercule's soul, and used the "bloody and cruel facts" to prove that "the group Hercule belonged to was far more humble than the members of the Black Sun Church", thereby constantly shaking the defenses in his soul.

Hercule howled, cried out in pain, cursed, and swore...

The bone knife cut off his flesh piece by piece, and fed it piece by piece to the increasingly sturdy black-haired mice. The Black Sun leader teased Hercule slowly and in a very playful tone, belittling Hercule and suppressing Hercule...

In the black skull, in the huge brain space, a small bronze mirror, only the size of a palm, with fine lines on the front outlining a hideous ghost face and a statue of the Candle Dragon on the back, has quietly swam out.

The ancient mirror was suspended above Hercules' head, emitting a very dim mirror light, which shone on Hercules' head.

Then, Hercule's head gradually emitted a faint light, and his skin, muscles, bones, as well as the nerves and blood vessels inside, gradually became translucent layer by layer.

As the Black Sun leader continued to torture him, the resistance in Hercule's soul gradually disappeared. He howled and screamed, hysterically using the most filthy words to curse the Black Sun leader's ancestors for three hundred and sixty generations. As he cursed, his entire head became more and more transparent and clear.

Gradually, under the radiance of the mirror, the originally illusory Lingtai Purple Mansion in Heigeli's mind suddenly took shape. On the small Lingtai Purple Mansion, Heigeli's huge mental power was like a hurricane, spinning rapidly, accompanied by the sound of "whoosh and boom" of wind and thunder, and appeared in front of the leader of the Black Sun Sect.

In the huge black vortex, there were constantly red lightning flashes surging and shaking.

The sound of wind and thunder continued, with an occasional flash of lightning, and a strong light surged on Hegri's spiritual palace.

The leader of the Black Sun Sect sneered, "Oh, look, you still call yourself a Golden Immortal? Haha, apart from possessing the destructive power of a Golden Immortal, you know nothing about a true Golden Immortal! Look at your mixed and frivolous soul, you haven't even truly transformed your immortal soul... you are just opportunistic guys."

"Your so-called genetic evolution and the way to control the power of heaven and earth are nothing more than stealing the blood power of my witch clan... You guys... eh?"

The Black Sun leader suddenly exclaimed.

On the purple palace of Hercules' spirit platform, in the huge vortex of wind, the face of an old man with golden hair, golden eyes, and even golden skin, and in that golden color, there was a deep dark golden halo suddenly appeared.

As soon as the old man's face appeared, Hercule's huge soul vortex suddenly collapsed inward.

Hegelian's blood, Hegelian's flesh, his bone marrow, internal organs, his essence and blood, and his huge genetic power were all collapsing inward at a terrifying speed.

In the blink of an eye, before even the Black Sun Cult's capital could react, Hercule, the entire Hercule, from body to soul, completely collapsed into an extremely tiny 'singularity' that was so tiny that it was almost undetectable.

Strange images kept flashing from that singularity.

There were men and women with blond hair, golden eyes, or silver, copper, or iron eyes... Among them, there were men and women, old and young, and their facial features, body shape and temperament all had some characteristics of Hercule.

In the vision, the faces of these men, women, young and old were distorted with extremely terrified expressions, and then their bodies suddenly exploded and turned into a ball of blood mist and disappeared in a flash.

In the void, groups of blood mist appeared through the air and flew straight into the "singularity" transformed by Hercule.

The aura of this singularity suddenly expanded.

The Black Sun leader shouted sternly: "This is... the Blood-Lifting Curse!"

(End of this chapter)