The Reiki Era of the Powerful

Chapter 89 He cut off my head...

Caroline was following the navigation on the phone map, walking towards the Church of Flesh created by Sharon Sen.

The streets were empty.

The closer you get to the target location, the weirder the surrounding environment becomes.

The small alleys that should have been crowded with people were deserted, and the roadside shops that should have opened closed their doors tightly.

It was like walking into a dead city without people.

Caroline shivered involuntarily.

She can be regarded as a courageous person, but before she walked in, she thought that she would encounter groups of pollutants, so she prepared her mentally, but she didn't expect to see anything, but felt more and more The place is getting weird.

Suddenly, a shrill scream came from ahead, startling Caroline.

A figure suddenly fell out from the corner of the street, rolled twice, and landed in front of Caroline.

Caroline took a closer look and found that it was a man dressed in rags, with obvious signs of mutation on his body, and his whole body was twitching in pain.

But as he twitched, the mutation marks on his body deepened, gradually turning into a twisted pollutant pointing at "Paine".

The pollutant that came back from the dead opened its mouth and bit Caroline, the creature closest to it.

Caroline didn't even think about it, she spit out a large ball of white flames, turned her head and ran away.

The high-temperature flames landed on the pollutant's body, scorching its skin to black in an instant, and sticking to its body like tarsal maggots, burning blazingly.

The pollutant struggled for a while, let out bursts of screams, and soon stopped moving, leaving only a mass of steaming blackened meat, completely lost its vitality.

Caroline didn't go far.

Seeing an ajar door beside her, she opened it and hid in.

After the pollutants were completely burned to death, Caroline straightened up, only to find that the place where she was hiding was a tailor shop facing the street, and the shop was full of various fabrics and repaired garments.

There was a dim lamp on in the room, and an old woman in plain clothes was leaning over the desk, with her back to her, mending something.

"Uh, I'm sorry." Caroline, who broke into the house, apologized embarrassedly.

She rushed in, not expecting anyone here.

In other words, she never expected that there would be people living as usual in a place so close to the "battlefield".

The old woman with her back turned did not speak.

"Grandma, there are many monsters outside." Caroline reminded kindly, "You'd better hide somewhere else first."

Perhaps the word "monster" touched the nerves of the old woman. She stopped what she was doing, turned around slowly, and asked slowly, "Monster?"

she turned around...

But he didn't turn his head...

The old woman's head was not resting on her shoulders, but resting on the table.

It was a severely mutated head.

She wasn't mending clothes just now, but trying to sew her severed head back to her neck.

There are slender blood vessels, trachea, and larynx between her head and the broken neck. It seems that her head and body were too far apart during healing, so only a part of it was barely connected, but the bones, The muscle and skin parts are still detached.

The polluted and twisted old woman didn't realize that there was something wrong with her state. When she woke up, she instinctively wanted to sew her head back together.

"My wife also said I was a monster. He cut off my head, just like he used to cut off other people's heads." The old woman stroked her monster head with a lonely expression on her head, "I think this It must be a misunderstanding. I will fix myself and go to him and persuade him to apologize to the gods. The great gods will forgive him, Mi gardas..."

"Go to hell, monster!!!"

Frightened, Caroline spewed out all the fire she could.

boom--

Caroline escaped from the tailor's shop. Behind her, the shocking fire began to burn, and the smoke billowed straight into the sky.

In the flames, the old woman who was covered in fire hugged her head and chased after two steps before falling into the flames.

In addition to the old woman, black shadows rushed out of those closed portals, but without exception, they were all severely mutated polluters, or simply pollutants that had been completely distorted.

This made Caroline, who was still worried about hurting the innocent, secretly relieved, but then her scalp went numb again.

How much pollution is there in this ghost place? !

Have all the people nearby been polluted and become fanatics of the gods? !

Watching more and more pollutants emerge from the burning building, Caroline felt more and more that her guess might be true.

This place was originally the lair of a gang organization.

Now, it's a breeding ground for pollutants.

If that's the case, it's better to set a big fire and burn this place together with that ghost church.

The flames she spouted could be ignited by combustibles, and they were equally lethal to pollutants, but the lethality would continue to weaken, and eventually they would lose their effect and extinguish on their own—she had verified this in the Cold Leaf Forest.

Caroline guessed that it should be due to "spiritual power".

The flame she exhales contains a certain amount of spiritual power, so it can kill pollutants.As time went by, the spiritual power in the flame was exhausted, and it lost its effect.

After making up her mind to set fire to it, Caroline didn't hesitate any longer.

She walked around to a position closer to the Church of Flesh, and climbed up a building overlooking the entire church.

The Church of Flesh stands quietly among the monsters. Its outer wall seems to have a layer of bright red flesh with clear texture. There is no skin on the flesh, but it is covered with a layer of white fluff, like moldy flesh. same block.

Occasionally, it will extend its mucus-covered creep, grab a nearby contaminant, tear it apart, and swallow it.

There are quite a few dark shadows wandering around the Church of Flesh, most of them are heavy polluters who are neither human nor ghost.

Looking around, when Caroline's eyes fell on one place, she showed a slightly surprised expression.

A military vehicle loaded with soldiers is driving into the polluted area.

It was a team sent by the military to investigate the situation.

But Caroline was only surprised for a moment, and then looked away.

"It is the responsibility of the extraordinary to deal with pollutants, so you should stop joining in the fun." Caroline muttered.

Standing on the edge of the roof, she began to take a deep breath, earnestly brewing her ultimate move.

According to the CT results, in Caroline's body, the lung apex at the upper end of the lungs has mutated into a pair of organs that do not exist in humans - burning glands.

This pair of burning glands quickly synthesizes high-purity flammable gas, which is then liquefied and stored in the glands in a special way.When she wanted to breathe fire, the gas was ejected from the depths of her throat, ignited by another alienated organ "neuroelectric cell" at the tip of the tongue, and finally formed a pillar of fire that sprayed outward.

Except for the unscientific reason for the alienation of this ability, everything else is very scientific.

　Baa Baa diary:
　　Today's symptoms are similar to yesterday, people feel better, but the cough is driving me crazy...

　　In addition, I found that this plant not only made me able to eat, but also made me sleepable. It seemed to grow on the bed every day, sleeping for at least ten or twenty hours.

　　Now my daily life is, wake up in the morning and eat breakfast, sleep after breakfast, wake up at noon and eat lunch, sleep after lunch, wake up in the afternoon and eat snacks, sleep after snacks, wake up at night and eat dinner...

　　Let alone my sauced duck and shrimp!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)