A large number of vine-like blood vessels spurted out from the black heart. They climbed up the brown man's body and wrapped around him in an instant!
Hysterical screams resounded throughout the temple. But Lucian did not move at this time. He stood there straight, his long silver-gray hair hanging down, and his originally bright red eyes were now filled with dark whirlpools.
"Lucian!"
He saw the pitch-black land, the dark sky filled with blood mist, and countless pitch-black figures climbing and moving on the ground. The pale but bloodshot moon in the sky turned to the other side - that was not the moon, but the eyeball of a "god" gazing at the ground.
He saw the collapsed temple and the messy long table. The bloody feast was over, and all the traitors who participated had left. On the long table was the god who had been disemboweled. The dark organs crawled out of his body, and the blood-red eye...
Watching him watching him watching him watching him watching him watching him watching him watching him watching him.
He is being watched he is being watched he is being watched he is being watched he is being watched.
Blood oozed from Lucian's eye sockets - that was the result of a large amount of excessive complex information and filthy gibberish pouring into his brain at the same time. His consciousness fell in that bloody world, falling towards the abdomen of the pitch-black corpse...
The dark fetus in the abdomen opened its mouth to him, smiled broadly, and stretched out its arms to Lucian, as if it wanted to enter his body...
'Calm down.'
The system heard Lucian's voice in a trance.
'Five, five!'
The system didn't expect that Lucian would awaken from the contamination of the fallen angel relic that had already become an evil thing before it. It heard Lucian say: "He is trying to contaminate me and invade my nerves... He is digging into my past! He wants to invade my nerves and use me to reincarnate... Put up a barrier! "
'yes!'
Lucian barely managed to resist the contamination from the evil god, trying to strike out the black tentacles that had penetrated his mind. Although he still didn't understand why the evil god had targeted him. He knew that the young man with long brown hair had turned into a monster while howling in pain, and his own body stood there like a stone sculpture, with an almost trance-like look. Blood flowed from his dark red eyes in beads, and even his clothes were stained red and wet.
It was at that moment that another extremely powerful and overbearing consciousness invaded his brain. That consciousness was like a fierce black flame, sweeping across the entire territory with a cold breath in an instant.
The pitch-black tentacles began to burn, and Lucian heard a man's cold laughter. The man's violent consciousness enveloped his entire sea of consciousness, expelling all the monsters that attempted to invade.
“￥%#!!￥#…!!”
Lucian heard the incomprehensible and angry muttering, but he could not move. While the black flames burned the expelled objects, their strong aggressiveness also caused them to invade Lucian's own consciousness. At that moment, he felt a crack in his memory valve.
The crack that was about to be opened by the unintentional invasion of the black flame.
A fear more devastating than death swept over him.
Let me go.
Let me go.
He was turned on by him.
He saw his own memories flowing out towards the black flames - not only the fragments of himself as "Lucian", but also the fragments of himself as "Number Five". He sat in his own space wearing a white uniform and playing with a glass bead; he traveled through other worlds, watching those people go crazy for him in different identities with indifference; he died in a crashed plane and became the beginning of "Number Five" in the pain of tearing his lungs.
All the memory fragments turned into a tide, as if the soul was opened and read, rushing towards that person.
… No.
… No, I don’t want it.
Don't let me be so scared... Don't let him see me, don't let my last layer of disguise to this world be stripped away!
Don't do this to me!!
Tears welled up in his eyes. At that moment, the black tentacles were finally burned out. He let out a strange cry like a baby, and the flames withdrew from his sea of consciousness. All the memories that gushed out at that moment seemed to be blocked behind the door of memory and did not touch the dark flames.
When Lucian opened his eyes again, he realized that he was lying in Wade's arms. There was a red mist in front of his eyes, and in his blurred vision, he saw Wade lower his head and lick the blood and tears on his face.
Lucian was still trembling, and he could hear the sound of his teeth chattering. The fear did not come from the evil god, but from Wade, who had just wreaked havoc in his sea of consciousness and driven away the outsiders, but almost pried open his memory.
Just a little bit, and Vader saw his true identity.
He is not Lucian Sissel, he is the Son of God, and he is not a succubus...
It's "number five".
So much so that when Wade covered his eyes with his cold hands, he felt that the words "It's okay" he heard were an illusion.
"Keep an eye on him." Wade handed Lucian to Belinda. The little girl's face was pale, but she still agreed to this bloody man. She watched Wade walk towards the brown-haired young man who was now like a monster with his heart tied to his body. She gritted her teeth and held back tears. She turned to the trembling Miss Gold and the boy from the jeweler's family and shouted angrily, "Why are you still crying there! Get out of the way!"
The boy seemed to be awakened by cold water, and he trembled as he crawled to the corner. She gritted her teeth and carried Lucian to the corner. She clearly heard those people exclaiming about Wade's "devil's blood", and she also knew that Wade was about to fight the dark organ here.
This is a place where the gods will not watch, and the devil will fight against the devil. Lucian gave her a hug and a promise here, and now it is her turn to be Lucian's support.
When she reached the corner, she only saw the boy. The delicate young lady with blond hair and blue eyes seemed to have weak legs and had not yet caught up. Ever since they were locked up here, the young lady always looked fragile and about to break. Belinda coughed up a mouthful of blood. She turned back to look at the altar and was about to scream -
Then she saw the golden-haired lady dragging the bruised and battered red-haired boy, stumbling because she didn't have enough strength. She was still crying, but she tried her best to drag the boy, who was half dead from the hanging, down from the altar. Her golden hair, which was always neatly combed, was now disheveled and stained with blood and hung down by her ears.
But at that moment Belinda felt that Elizabeth seemed less annoying than when she first came in and saw her.
She once said that life was meaningless. But just as Lucian said, she had no god's watchful eyes, and she didn't know the possibility of reincarnation, but at this moment in the hell of blood and fire, she did see something that moved her heart slightly.
She suddenly felt that living was not so bad after all.
The brown-haired young man had been completely transformed into a monster by the black heart. His organs were clinging to his back like some kind of parasitic tissue that had penetrated deep into his veins. His skin had become swollen like mud, but countless soft feathers grew from it, like the down of birds. He was very fast, and the first people he killed were the two cultists in the temple. A hard tissue like a beak grew on his mouth, burying itself in the heads of the two people. After the bodies fell, he waved his broken wings and circled in the air, dropping dim feathers and making sounds from his mouth.
"Elliot...Elliot!!" A sound that sounded like crying and laughing came out of his mouth, "Fly! Grow wings and fly!!"
Dark veins climbed up to his face, and he had irreversibly become the final monster, devouring corpses and attacking all living beings present. He even did not spare the bodies of the two dead sacrifices, devouring them in big mouthfuls.
Belinda looked at him and murmured, "What is he talking about?"
She still remembered the young man comforting her in the cage, and his tears of repentance as he was finally slaughtered on the altar. The gentle young man had now turned into a crazy and bloodthirsty monster.
"Elliot... is that his own name?" Elizabeth said with a pale face.
"Hey, Elliot... That should be his brother's name."
Lucian's weak voice sounded, and the two subconsciously turned their heads to look at the young man leaning against the wall. His eyes were unfocused, and he was just "looking" at the location where the voice came from, with no expression on his pale and handsome face.
Elizabeth wanted to cry again when she saw him, but Belinda spoke first: "His brother's name...what does it mean?"
“Perhaps he had thought several times that when his brother jumped from the tower, it would be great if he had a pair of wings. With a pair of wings, he could fly instead of being smashed to pieces.” Lucian said calmly, “This obsession never gave up until he was contaminated by the evil god.”
So he became this monster.
"Then, how can we save him--" Elizabeth was speaking when she was tackled by Belinda.
A few hard feathers flew towards them like flying knives. The bird-man-like monster laughed and stared at them with its dark eyes - no whites, only eyeballs.
The organ parasitic on his back has now turned dark red, as if it has absorbed enough vitality from the cultists. The power of the fallen angel has turned the young man into a bird-like monster and will eventually cause his body to collapse, but its power is self-evident. It's a pity...
It met Vader.
The knife flashed and the birdman had half of its wings chopped off. It lowered its body and vomited a pool of blood and flesh, screaming angrily and attacking Vader behind it.
Elizabeth wanted to scream, but she heard Lucian say calmly, "It's useless. The pollution of the Fallen Angel cannot be restored. And its body has begun to collapse. It is destined to die."
He stared at the pile of vomited flesh and blood on the ground.
"Perhaps he had been expecting death from the beginning. For him, dying here would be his atonement for his brother."
Lucian still couldn't see the world clearly, and could only see a very blurry figure in the blood. Suddenly, he said to Belinda: "Would you like to do me a favor?"
Belinda nodded blankly.
The birdman eventually died in Vader's hands, freeing his soul in a relatively pleasant way before the organ sucked his blood, flesh and soul dry. Vader reached out and tore the parasitic organ from the birdman's body. The strange organ, which had sucked enough blood, was still pulsating and trying to pierce its black tentacles into Vader's arm.
Wade looked at it coldly. He suppressed the desire to crush it right now and put it into the space of his specially made ring.
There was also a big hole in his abdomen - the source of the birdman's power was the organ of the fallen angel after all. Vader supported himself with the knife and swallowed the blood into his throat indifferently.
The birdman fell to the ground. After being torn apart, all the feathers on its body began to fall off. The creature that could no longer be a human being continued to spit out oil. Its life had reached the end.
And at this vague end, it saw someone holding a child's hand and walking towards it.
The child looked a little scared, and mustered up the courage to come to its side. It had lost its human rationality and looked at the scene blankly, with a throbbing head, as if some memory that had been forgotten by rationality was twitching.
The man holding the child's arm placed his palm on its forehead. At that moment, a gentle and holy warmth flowed through its body. It seemed as if it heard the call of heaven, and everything it saw began to emit a vague white light.
And become what it once hoped to be.
It saw the angel with white wings holding the little boy's hand. The little boy was a little trembling, but still tried hard to look at it.
Little boy.
Ah...how could it have forgotten his name
His name is Elliot, his younger brother.
Elliot... Did he take you flying as you fell from the bell tower
Finally, the birdman with a broken face looked at them, opened and closed his mouth and said: "Elliot... It's great... If there is an afterlife... I don't want to be a human, I want to be a bird..."
It saw that "Elliot" finally seemed to hold back his sobs and shook his head vigorously.
"Hey, in the next life, you will be my younger brother and I will be your older brother." He said, "You...sleep well."
The birdman smiled and never opened his eyes again. His soul that had not yet been devoured by the Fallen Angel rose up like a ball of light. It would float around like a dandelion and eventually be reincarnated.
After everything was over, Lucian lifted the spell of the illusion and covered the little girl's eyes with his hands. He said, "If you feel scared, I will help you erase this memory."
"Oh." He heard Belinda crying, "Let me remember it... Let me remember him too."
Lucian nodded reluctantly. Elizabeth stepped forward, still not daring to look at the birdman, but hugged Belinda tightly in her arms.
The temple was so quiet. The cultists were almost all dead, and the organ and the mutation it brought were contained. Vader put away his knife and walked towards Lucian.
On the way, he glanced at the birdman's body. At that moment, he remembered the information he got when he entered Lucian's sea of consciousness and connected with the black tentacles.
—It said that he should have become a monster like this man.
—It said he was its best container.
—It said that he had also been a sacrifice offered to it.
A monster? He thought, he was also a monster.
A monster that is incompatible with the world. If the information of the black heart is true, then in the eyes of others, he is actually no different from a monster that can lose control at any time.
After hearing the footsteps, Lucian subconsciously wanted to get closer to him - somehow, he was eager to get in touch with Vader. But when Vader really caught him, he began to tremble. Vader held him so tightly, as if he wanted to crush him in his arms.
"What's wrong with your eyes?" he heard Wade ask.
Lucian said: "I think I can see it clearly now."
"Let's go back." Wade said, "I will find a way."
He picked up Lucian and was about to walk out the door. Elizabeth and the others supported each other and followed him. Before he died, Wade burned the mutated body of the brown-haired young man with flames.
The brown-haired young man would not want to remain in this world as a monster in the end.
They walked all the way to the hall and walked out of the abandoned cathedral. In the distance was Wade's carriage. The other elite guards who were waiting for them also rushed up and supported Elizabeth and the others.
But at this moment, there was a noise at the door of the hall.
They are from the Holy See of Light!
They arrived here in a hurry, and they were led by Bishop Shelly and Paladin Clive. They were in a narrow gap, and when they saw the person in Wade's arms, one of them cried out in surprise.
"That is..."
"Lucian Cecil!!"
The first untimely scream came from the Vatican's team.