The Lord of Reincarnation - 392. Chapter 391

Love’s eyes were blurred, as if seeing the rolling darkness.

In the darkness, there are a large number of worms twisting and wriggling.

The dark worms kept converging and turned into Devon’s face.

At this time, the face of the young sculptor became extremely evil and cold, and his eyes were filled with pathological fanaticism.

That is a passion for life, art, and things beyond imagination!

“How can ignorant people understand greatness?”

In the darkness, a voice came.

An expression of pain appeared on Love’s face.

His limbs seemed to melt, and his body began to grow slender, growing worm-like knots, turning into a huge fleshy worm.

‘The intensity of this darkness? ‘

Love murmured in his heart, he was about to lose the most important bottom line and enter the red line of loss of sanity.

At this moment, thousands of bird songs seemed to be heard in his ears.

All kinds of bird calls are gathered together and turned into one sentence:

“The bird with its wings is my name. It eats your pain and feeds my heart!”

A spell, like a sharp beak, pierced the darkness with precision.

Love’s consciousness returned to reality.

He saw the crooked figure on the ground, and saw the grimace in front of him.

“Partner, this time, the power of the spell must be used.”

Behind him, Fang Xian stepped forward and chanted loudly:

“I have gone through rebirth and death, but I can’t reach the other shore…”

“Death is chasing the shadows, and it will not perish without Fanghua…”

“This psalm will be there and will give you immortality…”

As a high-person existence, Fang Xian did not simply copy the incantation.

He used the spell of’Broken Wing Bird’ to transform a certain amount of dark spiritual power, and immediately began to pour into the’Immortal Poem’.

As for the three sentences of the “Immortal Poem”, he felt that the second sentence was the sharpest and the most offensive weapon.

Therefore, he mostly injected bullets into the second sentence.

“Death is chasing the shadows, and it will not perish without Fanghua…”

Along with the singing, there seemed to be shadows creeping on the ground, quickly sweeping towards Dewen.

As soon as Dewen reached out and grabbed onto the sculpture, his entire body seemed to swell and disintegrate into squirming fleshy insects: “Ah…Is this your power? It is equally magnificent and also great!”

“Without Fanghua, I will not perish!”

Fang Xian looked towards Dewen and repeated for the third time.

Withered!

Withered!

The cold and stern ending, rippling back and forth in the studio.

The sharp notes seemed to have turned into a small knife, cutting off a piece of flesh and blood from Devin.

After those’flesh and blood’ landed, they immediately turned into struggling fleshy insects, but they died one after another, exploding one by one.

When Fang Xian’s painful spirit was exhausted, the opposite Dewen had become a scrawny, mummy-like skeleton.

Skeleton stretched out his right hand, as if he wanted to touch the semi-finished sculpture.

“In the name of the secret guard…”

Love, who had climbed up, was holding the silver pendant, and the muzzle of the other hand was against Devin’s forehead.

boom!

The gunfire sounded.

There was no accident this time, and the wall behind De Wen was splashed with blood.

The headless body fell down, and there was no more movement.

Love panted heavily, picked up a tarp and covered the sculpture, then turned to look at Fang Xian: “Roca… how do you feel?”

“not bad……”

Fang Xian held his forehead, pretending to have a headache.

“Well, you first go out with these people who are sleeping on the ground, remember not to let one go, they all need to be investigated and screened…”

Love said, and asked nervously: “How are you feeling? If you can’t, take medicine. Do you have a desire to write?”

“No…” Fang Xian smiled sincerely: “I seem to only react to those mysterious objects of the Starfall Cult…”

This can make his’dangerous’ much smaller, so naturally he doesn’t mind pretending.

“That’s good, but I will clean the battlefield here. The’things’ here are of very high specifications, and you are not suitable for contact at the moment…” Love seemed to be relieved.

“no problem!”

Fang Xian nodded, dragged a rich businessman with a big belly and walked out of the studio.

He is very clear.

The dark power involved in the’Huge Worm’ should be very powerful.

Even the mere influence on Dewen gave the sculptor not only a certain degree of “immortality”, but also mastered terrible mental powers, even the investigator who took a tranquilizer could not support it.

From this we can see what extraordinary power the statue and the cape manuscript have!

This level of danger and confidentiality has far exceeded the authority that can be accessed by trainee investigators like Roca.

‘So… if I didn’t take a peek at first, I’m afraid I won’t be able to touch it again for a long time in the future…’

‘A cape manuscript? I feel that the most important thing above is probably the “Worm Anthem” I wrote…’

Fang Xian, who had studied for a period of time, knew very well.

Humans cannot understand the evil and terror.

Therefore, whether it is a cultist, an artist, or other researchers, what they understand and feel is a very abstract and one-sided thing.

In addition, most of them have problems with their reason and spirit, and it is normal for them to have hallucinations and logical confusion.

Most of the research papers, classics, manuscripts written by them are disorderly, chaotic, and full of typos and fallacies.

Even different people will interpret different content, and perhaps they can all produce some effects.

Although he hasn’t read the Capelo manuscript, he can guess that it must be of this kind.

The words are in disorder, the logic is unreasonable, and all kinds of conjectures and hand-painted draft patterns are mixed.

Ordinary people may feel dizzy at first sight, but people with enough inspiration can get some enlightenment from it.

On the other hand, Fang Xian himself obtained the most core mystical knowledge through the’psychic’ and reverse analysis of his own personality, and compiled it into a form of poetry that humans can understand!

This is the most precious mantra!

Perhaps other researchers will not be able to study the content of the Capelo manuscript for a lifetime!

‘Moreover, even if the secret keeper’s research results, the effect may not be as effective as my spell…but, the price is very high…’

After this battle, Fang Xian had a deeper understanding of the power of worms.

‘Supernatural power needs sacrifice’, needs’cost’…’Broken-winged bird’ needs pain,’Immortal Poem’ needs spiritual power that is biased towards darkness…and’Anthem of Worms’, it needs, probably except for spirit In addition to power, there is vitality! ‘

This is an inexplicable feeling, but Fang Xian is very sure.