The prayer room was already covered in blood.
At this moment, Qingqia's whole body was covered in bruises, but compared to the wounds on his body, his appearance was even more frightening.
He has completely turned into a monster!
The abnormally evolved bones almost burst his flesh and blood, and sharp bone spurs penetrated from under the skin, as sharp as blades.
His body was covered with blood-colored scales, and cyan teeth protruded from his grinning teeth, with an iron-like texture.
The whole person looked like a half-hatched dragon chick that was forcibly pulled out of the egg. It was ugly, ferocious, and terrifying!
The snake scale swords were shattered by his sharp teeth and turned into iron slag on the ground.
Opposite him, the professor stared coldly at his distorted appearance and nodded slowly: "So the natural disaster you signed the contract with is the 'Dark Earth Mother'?"
Green Teeth roared wildly, and the roar contained the noisy chanting of two tongues. Immediately afterwards, a dangerous light lit up in the vertical pupils, and wherever the gaze passed, everything grew crazily, maturing, aging, and decaying into dust in an instant.
The Eye of Decay!
Under the attack of that line of sight, even the professor had to retreat temporarily, and the illusion around him collapsed!
Just now, Qingqian, who was pushed to the limit by the professor, suddenly opened his huge mouth and swallowed half of the bodies of the white-faced woman and the chain saw monk. After that, he began to grow crazily and became like this.
Regardless of the induction of Avalon's barrier, the whole person has begun to transform into a dragon, transforming into a demon.
But even so, there was no certainty of victory in his frenzied will.
His speed was so fast that he couldn't even see it with his eyes. He chased after the professor and broke through several walls one after another.
The traps set up by the professor were ineffective under the frantic attack and strong body. Whether it was strong acid, a powerful crossbow, or a spear poking out from the floor, they were all scrapped under that unreasonably strong half-dragon body.
For the first time, he had the upper hand, but he was not sure.
He wanted to escape, but he was afraid that if his back was exposed to the professor, he would be instantly defeated.
"What's wrong? Are you scared? Want to run away?"
The professor saw the fear in his eyes, and a mocking voice came from the darkness under the hood: "Don't be afraid, I will try not to destroy your body. After all, the black musician who was transformed by the Dark Earth Mother, but It’s quite valuable research material.”
"You're dreaming!"
Green Teeth roared wildly, and the long bony tail from behind suddenly thrust forward. In an instant, the rapidly growing long bone tail pierced the professor's robe like a crossbow, tearing most of his robe apart.
As a result, the severely injured body appeared from behind the crack.
Rather than being as majestic and terrifying as the outline of the outer robe, the professor's shoulders and arms were thin and slender, with a sickly pale color, and cyan blood vessels could be faintly seen flowing under the skin.
Just behind the shoulder, there is a tragic wound that is as deep as the bone. There was blood flowing on top of so many dense scars.
The flowing blood intertwined into layers of lines on his wounds and body, weaving through the flesh and blood like needles and threads, intertwining densely, and finally gathered into the shape of chains, wrapping around his body.
-The curse of binding!
"Pledge of revenge?!"
Green Teeth's voice was hoarse.
He staggered back as if he had seen a ghost. When he looked at the professor again, it was as if he were looking at a monster even crazier than himself, full of uneasiness, awe and... fear!
"You madman, you actually mortgaged your soul to the Blue Moon?!"
"If I really have such a thing as a soul, why not?"
The professor lowered his head and admired the wounds on his body: "It's a pity. I originally wanted to get something out of your mouth, but now that you have seen this, I can't keep you anymore."
As he said this, he expressed his gratitude to Qingqia:
"Thank you for providing me with so much information about the House."
Green Teeth staggered back, his beastly face full of panic.
The vow of revenge is a power that only a lunatic who has no nostalgia for this world and is full of madness and despair would choose.
Through the complex rituals of the forbidden faction, he resonates with the world, makes an oath to the blue moon, which represents absolute death and disaster, mortgages everything he owns, puts an end to all enjoyment and all desires, and becomes the blue moon. The apostle of Blue Moon transforms his abilities and profession into a revenge musician.
From that moment on, all meaning in life will be stripped away.
Live only for revenge.
Even if he dies, he will transform into a demon and pursue clues about his enemy.
From then on, all I had in my life was disaster and nothingness.
While Green Teeth gasped in fear, the professor smiled and raised the silver flute to his lips: strands of melody flowed out of the flute.
Light and beautiful, with a touch of elegance and a touch of dreaminess, it is intoxicating.
But it was in this beautiful melody that Qingqia's face twisted and he roared hoarsely.
As if he had lost his mind, the flesh and blood all over his body bulged and grew almost boiling. The body kept growing and growing... until finally, it broke free from the human body and turned into an ugly dragon-shaped creature with bloody flesh. .
He no longer cared about the Great Barrier of Avalon. When the flute sounded, the entire church had been isolated into another world.
In this world, the moonlight shines everywhere.
The blue moon hangs high in the sky, shining the light of death!
Moonlight chimes!
The cold blue moonlight penetrated the dome of the church and shone down, spreading its radiance equally and kindly, covering the ferocious mutated blood dragon.
As a result, the blood dragon solidified, as if frozen by the cold moonlight.
In the dimness of all things, the moonlight is blue and the blood is red, contrasting with each other, exuding an atmosphere of decadence and desolation.
The melody floats in the sky, exuding the desolation of dreams like threads.
On the ground, the solidified blood dragon let out a painful cry. In Qingqian's hoarse cry, his flesh and blood shattered inch by inch and melted into the moonlight.
At this time in this world, only the moonlight is real, and other than that, everything is just an illusion that can be dispelled with a snap of the fingers.
Just like the seemingly gentle indifference, whether beautiful, ugly, noble or humble, it is easily erased under the moonlight.
Destruction is coming.
Green Teeth finally gave up resistance, and a ferocious face appeared on top of the blood dragon that quickly collapsed and dissipated.
That face was rapidly collapsing, but the smile on it was so crazy and malicious.
"Hey, hey... you will never end up well."
Like the curse of evil spirits in hell, Green Teeth laughed wildly and roared crazily:
"No one who becomes an apostle of the Blue Moon will have a good outcome! - Your future will only be more miserable, more desperate, and darker than mine! You will fall into a deeper hell than me! No, like you It has nowhere to go even after death. You are destined to be Blue Moon’s puppet, an insignificant tool, for the rest of your life!”
The professor stared at him silently, his eyes were neither sad nor happy, and there seemed to be moonlight flowing deep in his pupils, so indifferent and so determined.
"so what?"
He shook his hand in vain, and the dissipated blood dragon collapsed into a ball of debris. No bones remained, leaving only the huge and exquisite life essence.
…
When the blue moonlight disappeared, the silent and cold world also disappeared.
The professor's figure reappeared in the church.
As if he was exhausted, he half-knelt on the ground, breathing hard and sweating like rain. Invoking the power of the Blue Moon, he could easily kill Qing Qian, who had borrowed the power of the evil god, but it was a huge burden for him.
The "Blue Moon" is not a power that can come and go instantly!
He was obviously so weak, but the complex scars on his arms, his back, and under his robe were closing quickly, as if he had taken some extremely precious medicine.
No, the medicine only healed it, but the scars on his body were as if they had never appeared before, not even a trace of residue or hidden injury was left behind.
Only the bloody oath was swimming on the body, as if it had been deeply absorbed into the bone marrow.
He snapped his fingers and repaired the broken robe, then waved his hand to erase all the remaining traces on the ground. It's like I've never been here before.
But just when he was about to turn around and walk out of the church, he suddenly turned around.
The flute in his hand screamed, and a dark green ray suddenly burst out, penetrating the darkness, and finally landed on a broken stone sculpture of a saint.
In an instant, the stone sculpture was annihilated by flying ashes and collapsed into powder.
Just behind the stone sculpture, stood a figure holding a cane.
He was still wearing a pitch-black dress, with an animalistic ferocity, as if he was coming back from a banquet at a demon party.
The moment the ray dissipated, the scattered light illuminated the side of his face, as well as the sarcastic smile at the corner of his mouth.
"We just met each other and started fighting each other. Wouldn't it be better, Mr. Professor?"
He made a sound.
The professor stood silently in the hall, staring coldly at the uninvited guest, and sighed indifferently:
"Oh? Mr. Holmes? What a coincidence."
"Well, what a coincidence."
Ye Qingxuan nodded with a smile and glanced at the flute in his hand with some fear: "Can you put down the instrument in your hand? I just came to talk to you."
The professor was unmoved: "Please don't be polite. This is just basic hospitality etiquette when facing uninvited guests."
"Tsk, how heartless." Ye Qingxuan shook his head and sighed.
"It's better to be ruthless than reckless, isn't it?"
The professor approached slowly, his voice getting colder and colder: "Didn't you escape last time? Why did you have the courage to come back to me again? This time, I will not be merciful. You must understand: there is no one here who can Let you scream."
Ye Qingxuan laughed.
"It doesn't matter if there's no one around."
He shrugged slowly: "I have more precious things, such as a righteous heart and boiling blood, and then... it."
For a moment, the professor stopped.