I'm a spy in the film

Bourne was filled with surprise and confusion.

"This is of course a sign of the return of the demonic tide!"

Novich stood straight, with his head held high and his eyes deep and profound.

Blood rose and swirled with him as the center, soon forming a bloody tornado that wrapped around and submerged his body.

"I will be a pioneer of a new era! You will be the first sacrifice on my road to becoming a god!"

Novich's voice came with a thick Slavic accent and a bit of distortion.

What followed was a bright red hand that suddenly stretched out from the blood-colored tornado and reached out.

From the gnarled look of the fingers and the ring on the index finger, Bourne recognized that this was the hand of Novich, with whom he had just fought.

The hand reached straight towards Bourne, seemingly ignoring space and time, and made Bourne feel like he had nowhere to hide.

Bourne tried to cut off his palm with the dagger in his hand, but the metacarpal bones were very hard. Although two fingers were cut off, the fallen fingers quickly dissolved into the pool of blood on the ground, and bloody granulation tissue soon surged and squirmed at the broken parts of the fingers, and re-grew into new fingers.

"It's useless. Just be a part of the ceremony. As a witness to the arrival of this great era, I will grant you the honor of having your soul live forever. I will make your face into a mask and keep it forever."

Novich's words were filled with joy, excitement and sense of entitlement.

Correspondingly, the range of the blood tornado was also expanding, gradually squeezing the small remaining space in the storage room, leaving less and less room for Bourne to dodge.

Finally, when the blood-red arm stretched out across the shelf and was about to tear a cardboard box with a special mark, Bourne couldn't help but grab Novich's wrist to block it.

Because the carton with the Red Cross logo is the carton that Roma said contains the "life-saving" drugs. It contains several drugs with serious side effects but particularly obvious effects. They are the latest products of several domestic pharmaceutical manufacturers, including the world-famous brand - Golden Circle.

Although Bourne only grabbed Novich's wrist for less than a second and then let go, a thin layer of blood seemed to have life and moved up along Bourne's palm, wrapping up Bourne's entire right hand.

Suddenly, Bourne felt his entire palm tingling and itchy. He hurriedly shook it off and rubbed it on the shelf, but to no avail. The layer of blood was like extremely sticky glue, completely sticking to Bourne's right hand and constantly drilling into his skin.

"Hahaha, stop struggling and become a part of my body, just like my previous 'companions'!"

Novich's voice was full of sarcasm.

"A bunch of money-grubbing businessmen and treacherous Jews want to control the world? They will never understand the essence of power!"

"And you, Americans, for everything you have done to my country, I will repay you double. Just like you did to the black people in Africa before, I will make you all our slaves, for generations to come! The United States will become a slave country!"

The more Novich spoke, the more excited he became. The blood-red tornado surrounding him grew faster and faster, and trembled slightly, as if responding to his words.

"I'm almost there. Once you all become my nourishment, I will be able to open the secret realm left by the demon master, obtain the inheritance there, and become a god-like existence! I will be immortal!"

Compared with Novich's fanaticism, Bourne was now solemnly pressing his hand slowly towards the outer layer of the blood-colored tornado. The layer of blood that had just covered his palm had disappeared.

The skill "Door of Wonders" is, of course, the one that makes all of this possible.

There was no way. For some unknown reason, Bourne could not feel any magic power here. The fireball that had performed miracles twice today seemed to be suppressed by something and could not even emit a spark.

If he hadn't been forced to do so, he would have been unwilling to absorb the dirty blood extracted from so many corpses. The thought of it made him feel sick.

Just as Bourne's palm was about to touch the bloody tornado, a red bloody hand suddenly stretched out from the side and grabbed Bourne's wrist.

It's Novich.

This layer of blood-colored tornado blocked Bourne's sight, but it didn't seem to hinder Novich.

"Haha, now that I've caught you, I will love you well. You're such a handsome young man. I will make good use of your body, even if it's a corpse, hahaha!"

Novich gave a wild and unpleasant laugh.

But soon, he couldn't laugh anymore.

Because he was horrified to find that his strength was constantly draining away, and the speed at which it was draining away was getting faster and faster.

"Who, who is stealing my power!"

Novich roared angrily, and finally he noticed the hand of the young American man he had grabbed, because the other's palm also held his wrist, and the power flowed from his wrist to the other's!

"You, you thief, you deserve to die!"

Novich was extremely angry and terrified. He seemed to sense the presence of a natural enemy and was also greatly attracted to him. It seemed that the American in front of him could pose a huge threat to him and also provide him with great benefits.

He didn't know that the skill Bourne used was the most mysterious top power that had never appeared in this world and came from another distant dimension!

"I am going to kill you!"

Novich roared and reached out to grab Bourne with his other hand, but Bourne also grabbed his wrist.

call!

Like a flood that broke through a dam, or like a tsunami that rolled up huge waves, Bourne only felt an endless supply of vitality pouring into his body through the palms of his hands, flowing through his limbs, gathering in his lower abdomen, and finally disappearing without a trace.

There was no feeling of the body being filled with energy as often seen in novels. Bourne was conscious and could feel that his body was being changed by this power, becoming more powerful.

This power is not just physical strength, but should include all-round improvements in strength, reaction, perception, etc.

For example, now, Bourne felt that his hands were like iron pliers, which could easily crush the wrist in his palms, and he did so.

As Novich screamed, his two wrists were broken by Bourne, but he did not dare to hesitate and quickly retracted his bare arms.

With the isolation of the blood-colored tornado, Novich felt a little relieved, but at the same time, boundless anger surged in his heart.

I actually was forced to cut off my own hands!

This great humiliation will be repaid with double revenge sooner or later. Once I absorb this bloody ritual...

However, in the next second, something happened that made Novich's heart stop beating. A pair of hands tore open the blood-red tornado like a door curtain, exposing him to the young man outside.

Then, those hands grabbed his arms and dragged him out from the blood-colored tornado so forcefully and so brutally.

Then, Novich felt a hand pressing on his bald forehead. His hair and clothes had long since dissolved in the dirty blood. Now he was hanging in the air, naked, with his forehead being sucked by a hand.

"what--"

At this time, Novich could only scream like a helpless little girl. He felt weak all over and felt his soul trembling.

How high-spirited he was before, how weak and pitiful he is now; how much heroic spirit he had before, how much regret and hatred he has now.

However, what was more painful than the spirit and body was the collapse of the worldview, because, before his eyes, this young American man, whom he had previously considered a mortal, spread out his arms, absorbed him in one hand, and with the other hand, absorbed the entire bloody ritual in his palm!

"Do not--"

He could only let out this last mournful roar before completely disappearing from this world!