Chapter 279 Chapter 142 Pagan Magic

Ian Lazarus didn't choose to do anything extreme, but he looked disheartened, and didn't even care that Louis had killed him. Clayton guessed that if Barbara hadn't tried hard to keep him, he would have hidden in a tree hole and never come out, becoming a wild vampire.

But Clayton didn't have time to sympathize with Lazarus. In order to kill Chude Osmar, he returned to the doctor's house with Barbara and Clara in the early morning.

One of them hid in the closet, one hid under the bed, and one went to Quoke's room, just waiting to hear Osmar's voice and crawl out to twist the bastard's head off, but they waited and waited, and this man who made people extremely worried but had no charm didn't come.

Until the time was obviously close to noon, they didn't come back, but there were complicated voices in the distance outside the window.

Clayton had to walk out of the closet, called Barbara out, and planned to go outdoors to see what was going on.

The doctor's house was next to the square in front of the church. This was the only square in the town, and the sound they heard came from another square - the central market square, where the hunters hung up the bodies of the Salvation Army.

The buildings in the town were very low, especially between the two squares, where there was almost no barrier. The horizon was directly close to the sky. The two non-humans with extraordinary vision could see a circle of people around the gallows in the central market square, and soon another companion rose between several "frozen fruits".

They quickened their pace and soon saw the ugly face of Chude Osmar in the crowd, and Perron was next to him.

When they were about to get close, Clayton found that Perron's eyes were pure black, and his expression was similar to that of the people controlled by Athena Brugue. His face became ugly: "He is controlled by the mind, damn it! This is definitely the ability of the heart secret transmission. Quoke only has one head left to help him!"

He gave Quoke's head to Julius and Donna to deal with, but the two wizards obviously did not find the right way.

If Clayton was at home, Quoke's brain should be boiled in a pot.

Osmar also noticed them at this time and greeted them with a hateful smile.

Clayton took a detour and walked to the back of the crowd, so that he could see the front of the newly hung body. He found that the body was the Savior he had let go before. He hurriedly grabbed a person next to him to ask about the situation.

"This idiot was one of the deserters before. I don't know how he escaped and stole a boat to row away. He could have escaped, but he was unlucky. It was so cold these two nights that he froze to death while sleeping. The boat lost control and ran aground on the shore. Mr. Osmar and the doctor found them when they went fishing, and then he asked someone to help carry the body back."

"Where are the doctor and his wife?"

"They are still there, probably fishing."

Clayton was silent.

Thirteen corpses with special tattoos have been gathered as sacrifices. He doesn't know whether the ritual that Osmar has been preparing has begun or needs to be triggered actively, but it is undoubtedly not good.

Perhaps Coke's ability is to remotely control others to preside over the ceremony for him at this moment. He didn't know how many people he could control at a time.

He suddenly felt a twitch in his stomach, and couldn't help but think of Coke's undigested flesh and blood, so he didn't ask any more questions. He and Barbara retreated separately, hiding at the corner of the street, and redistributed the tasks.

It was impossible for them to quietly deal with Osmar outdoors because he had the protection of the innkeeper. Clayton still remembered how Perron practiced swordsmanship in the backyard. He would be a tough opponent. Although he was still not their opponent, he could definitely delay until someone came to help.

Clayton missed Florentin of the Presbyterian Church very much. If he was there, the problems caused by the sound would be solved.

Barbara is now responsible for tracking Osmar. Although her ability is also weakened during the day, it is still much stronger than shapeshifters like werewolves.

Clayton asked her to keep an eye on the ugly ghost. If he was lucky and returned to the doctor's residence, he and Clara would kill him together.

Clayton himself rushed back. He was going to work with the wizards to study how to destroy Quoke's head and block the use of the heart secret ability.

Halfway through the walk, he felt something in his heart.

Something started.

Pero sat in the hall, holding a shotgun and closing his eyes. He had tried his best to pretend that he could keep up with the pace of his wife and friends, but the situation was beyond imagination.

"His body has been transformed. Normal heart secrets cannot replace bones with metal, nor can they make their ribs form a plate. Maybe someone replaced his organs with the blood secret path."

"Why did they do this?" Donna asked.

"Is there any need to say this? This is obviously more convenient than carrying a suit of armor, and it does not require long-term hard training."

Two wizards surrounded Quoke's head.

The head with only half of the face left was still becoming more and more broken, but the exposed small blood vessels showed no signs of infection and were still throbbing vigorously.

The wizards tried to destroy him, but their efforts failed. They could tear the flesh apart, but they could not truly change its properties - Quok's meat could be cooked, but once the boiling water cooled, the meat would return to its bloody state as if going back in time.

Julius tried to destroy the head with some corrosive agents, but this was even less effective. It could wipe off a layer of skin from Julius' fingers, but it was as harmless to Coke as water.

Fire didn't work either.

Donna threw the head into the fireplace. It was roasted and rotten at first, but when the fuel ran out, the ash rising from the chimney slowly fell down and covered the sizzling head, and Coke came back to life again.

Every part of Coke was so vivid that it seemed that if they were put together, Coke could be perfectly restored to the way he looked before he met the werewolf.

In fact, it really worked. Julius cut off a piece of Coke's flesh and then put it back, and the piece of flesh quickly grew back.

A pattern was discovered.

Coke's body remained in a specific state and was constantly trying to aggregate. The more his body was scattered and the smaller the scattered parts were, the stronger the aggregation force would be. On the contrary, it would be weaker, which was why Coke's body did not break free from Clara and run back by himself.

Julius almost gave up destroying this thing.

There must be some power keeping Quoke alive, but if he doesn't know what it is, he can't stop it. And even if he figured out what it was, he wasn't sure that his and Cletia's power could stop this level of power.

It was too strong.

Quoke began to laugh at them, and then Pero knocked out half of his teeth with the butt of his gun.

As for Donna, she was willing to fight the captive in a special way at first, but soon she lost her patience and began to flip through a book, trying to study how to destroy the head.

Louis found that the cover of the book looked familiar, and he leaned over to peek at the contents of the book and found that it was indeed a book from the church.

"The Codex of the Inquisition"

This book mainly records the search for criminals who abused black magic and the matters of trial. In order to ensure the justice and reliability of it, the process and evidence of each crime were clearly recorded, so that later generations could judge the users of black magic based on these experiences.

In other words, people can also learn black magic through this book.

"Child, this book is dangerous. I hope you can return it to me and don't put yourself in a situation where you can't turn back."

Louis reached out to take the book away, but Donna was unwilling to give it back to him because these dangerous black magics might be able to break the mysterious power of Quoke.

"I'll take a look and return it to you later," she said perfunctorily, using both hands to exert force on the book to fight against the priest's fingers. Louis didn't want anyone or the book to be hurt, so he had to let go.

"Whatever she does, we can't do anything about this head now."

Julius raised his hands and scratched his head.

A scream suddenly came from the stairs, and several people turned around to see that it was Serani standing there, looking at the head on the low table with horror.

Now there is one more person who knows the secret.

The wizard waved his hand irritably: "We reminded you that you shouldn't come down."

"You are killing people!"

"Wrong, we are doing good things."

Julius turned the head around, revealing half of Quoke's moving face: "Have you ever seen such an evil thing?"

Selani shook her head, but her face was pale, and her thin legs on the steps were still shaking.

She had never seen a chopped-off head, let alone a chopped-off head that could still move.

"We are committed to destroying this evil thing. Well" He looked at Donna, hoping that the latter could help make up some content, but the niece was not as experienced as her uncle after all, and she didn't realize this request for help at all.

The priest took over the conversation: "I hope you can help keep it secret."

Selani knew the priest and knew that he was a priest, so his words were still very useful. She nodded tremblingly before she began to explain the purpose of going downstairs.

"What I want to say is that Miss Etta has woken up, she needs food and a change of medicine."

Julius sighed, got up and walked into the kitchen.

Seeing someone was dealing with this matter, Seranie ran back upstairs as fast as she could.

The hall became deserted, and the breathing of the three people was clearly audible. Donna read a book for a while, and suddenly looked up and asked Louis, interrupting his prayer that had just begun: "Mr. Louis, you seem to have been falsely accused of holding a black mass before, is that right?"

"Indeed."

"I want to know what the black mass is. Why do I see many cases of black masses, but the rituals they hold are all different?"

The black mass is a very famous black magic ritual, which is said to be omnipotent, but not everyone knows the rules.

No one in Brakola has ever studied this kind of magic, let alone the records of specific measures, because Principal Unicorn does not allow any blasphemous acts that kill intelligent life to occur in the school.

Donna is extremely curious about this ritual, and she has a hunch that this may be a way to solve the current incident.

Louis thought about it and decided to answer her: "The Black Mass is a ritual to worship the pagan demon gods in the same way as worshiping the Heavenly Father. Just as there are different standards for worshiping the Heavenly Father, there are also different standards for worshiping these evil gods called "Demon Lords". These Demon Lords are the shadows of the Heavenly Father's greatest creation. They are mixed with the atmosphere and spread evil to mortals every moment."

"And there are more than one kind of them. There are seven most powerful ones, each representing a kind of original sin of mankind. The way to please the powerful demon Baal is obviously different from the way to please the lustful demon Ainat."

Donna was very satisfied with this answer, but she had a new question.

"I noticed that although the black mass has different rituals, their host has strict requirements. He must be a fallen priest. I want to know why?"

This question is really difficult for the priest to answer. He needs to think for a while before he can find a theory.

"The reason is that the Father is actually the most powerful, hypocritical and revengeful among the many demons. He fooled everyone and took the faith of the world's human beings. If other demons want to protect their believers in his territory, they must first notify him through his believers."

Donna was thoughtful.

But it wasn't Louis who said this. He stood up in a rage and looked towards the kitchen, pointing his finger at the instigator and angrily said, "This is real blasphemy! You'd better repent, otherwise sooner or later, I will watch you burn in hell with my own eyes!"

This reaction was not funny. Julius leaned against the door and curled his lips:

"I was just telling a joke, okay, I apologize. Cleticia, did you hear that? Don't take it seriously."

Donna rolled her eyes at him.