Chapter 404 Chasing the Wind
The screams of the bald old man still echoed in Fang Xian's ears.
But those illusions have begun to disappear.
"As expected... no real god has come. It is just a spiritual projection transmitted through the power of the spell?"
Fang Xian sneered.
The pagan in this state is certainly not afraid of modern firepower attacks, but his spells are different and are originally more inclined towards the category of spiritual attacks.
After being hit by this bullet, even if the old man didn't die, he would at least lose a layer of skin.
Or...will he just turn into a madman?
Even a worm-worshipping fanatic?
"The abnormal power is lifted!"
"Quick, reinforcements!"
Outside the venue, the investigators who were lying in ambush rushed in: "Rocca... we just felt a strong supernatural force, it blocked the venue... are you okay?"
"I'm fine. The main thing is to save these innocent spectators..." Fang Xian shrugged his shoulders: "... and the lakeside, I'm more worried about something happening there."
In fact, he felt that the Falling Star Cult was quite powerful, at least much more powerful than the Outsider Cult.
This group of pagans clearly possessed different "powers", including mental illusions, oppression, and even space-related ones.
"Ancient Ruler? A level 7 True God?"
'The Falling Star Cult doesn't have a clear scripture, so it doesn't worship a single being, but listens to the voices of different great beings through various means and deciphers them? This means that they must have different power systems... Even if I heard the mumbling of 'Black Tai Sui', I'm not surprised... So, the power held by is very comprehensive? But inevitably, different factions will appear! '
"Rocca...what's going on?"
Steward got up in an embarrassed manner and saw a large number of men in black surrounding the venue. They began to identify and treat people one by one... He couldn't help but feel dizzy.
He looked at his friend, his eyes blank: "It feels like this again... Why... I feel like this isn't the first time I've experienced this?"
'Yes, this is your third time. You are unlucky enough!'
Fang Xian looked at his good friend with pity as he was strapped to a stretcher and sent to the ambulance outside.
"What will happen to him? Will he be sent to Rebecca Sanatorium for examination?"
"Well... the mental stimulation the audience received this time was not strong. If he is not a member of the Falling Star Cult, he will be able to come out soon... But our hypnosis is not omnipotent..." An investigator nearby smiled bitterly, "Continuous hypnosis and stimulation may cause permanent changes in the brain... Of course, it is more likely that... he will gradually become resistant to our technology and drugs, just like you did back then."
“When the time comes, we should either imprison him or absorb him?” Fang Xian suddenly felt somewhat ridiculous.
Boom!
At this moment, a loud explosion suddenly came from the lake.
The harsh sound waves shattered the glasses on the dining table, sending fragments flying everywhere.
The moment the explosion sounded, the investigators lay on the ground, supporting their chests with their arms, performing standard defensive movements.
"It seems... there are indeed a large number of pagans near the lake. Things are not going smoothly."
An investigator stood up and shouted, "Reinforcements! Reinforcements!"
A group of investigators rushed to the lake with guns in hand.
…
On the edge of the lake.
A huge hole had been blown open in the ground, but it was not caused by the pagans.
Fang Xian knew at a glance that this kind of scale was caused by the investigator's own weapon.
"Frank is considered a veteran among the investigators. He even resorted to using grenades. Obviously, his opponent is very terrifying and powerful..."
Fang Xian's eyes turned and he saw the investigator lying on the ground.
Some of them had actually turned into corpses.
Their skin and muscles atrophied, as if they had become mummies due to dehydration. There was still an expression of extreme shock on their faces, as if they had seen something horrible before they died.
Frank was leaning against a big tree, with one of his arms limp in front of his chest. It had become as thick as a child's arm and seemed to have lost all its flesh and blood.
Seeing the reinforcements, his eyes lit up and he immediately shouted, "Be careful... invisible monsters!"
"Invisible monster?"
When the other investigators heard this, they felt as if there were suddenly more "mosquitoes" in the void!
They fluttered their wings and had long mouthparts, exuding an unusual sense of danger.
If it were an ordinary person, without the spirit and inspiration of an investigator, he might not even be able to sense this abnormality.
And the moment they appear, it's time to attack.
Something like a straw pierced straight into the chest of an investigator.
The bulletproof vest on him had no blocking power at all, as if it was pierced from a different dimension.
The investigator screamed and fell down, his body quickly withering, as if all the body fluids had been sucked out of him in an instant.
"shooting!"
A wave of bullets fired, piercing through the void in vain.
It was as if the enemy was attacking them from a different dimension.
"It's the Wind Chaser Hounds! They are good at invisibility and space jumping. They only reveal part of their bodies at the moment of attack!"
one investigator yelled.
Everyone was extremely frightened. Even though they had taken special drugs for investigators, they still felt dizzy and as if they had returned to being ordinary people and facing alien creatures.
These evil monsters all carry spiritual pollution, which can cause confusion and madness...
How to deal with such a monster?
"Is it the Wind Chaser Cult? Only they know how to summon this kind of monster!"
Another investigator fired back, thinking of something else: "Have they teamed up with the Fallen Star Cult?"
'No, maybe the so-called Wind Chaser Cult is just a faction of the Falling Star Cult!'
Fang Xian added in his mind.
The philosophy of the Falling Star Cult has been stated by the bald old man. When the stars return to their positions, the Ancient Rulers and the Ancients will return and rule over everything!
And there is obviously more than one such person.
Therefore, within the Falling Star Cult, the objects of worship may be different; it is a hodgepodge.
Among them may be brute chickens, but they may also be tough guys like the Wind Chaser Cult!
After all, whether believers pray and receive power from the gods depends entirely on luck.
And luck is the most unpredictable thing in the world!
"Rocca...you've surprised me again!"
Xia La was wearing a pure white wedding dress and looked over with a smile.
As the only pagan present, she had already been targeted several times.
But every time the bullet passed through her body in vain, entering an unknown number of dimensions, as if she had fallen into another different space.
"It's you!"
Fang Xian looked at Xia La and sighed: "The first party, the second exhibition, it was all you... and this time, you simply didn't hide it."
