Chapter 212: Page of Reese

The screams of the dead saint interrupted the blood and flesh torrent of the Lorn people again and again, and the originally empty eye sockets flashed with scarlet light.

The two eye sockets were like searchlights, projecting the light of hatred on the Lorn people.

The already hideous bodies of the Lorn people underwent more rapid and irregular mutations under the illumination of the red light, and bone spurs pierced through the body, without considering whether these things would affect the movement of his flesh.

A new big mouth was generated in a big mouth, and the two huge mouths devoured each other. The flesh all over the body burst open and generated new flesh and skin again.

Sister Reese felt the crazy pain of the Lorn people. She noticed that a page of the book in her hand was emitting light, and she trembled and tried to turn the page.

Then her action was interrupted with the complete collapse of the Lorn people. This huge flesh and blood aggregate lost its activity due to high-speed mutation and self-disintegration.

The whole behemoth was like a bowl of meat paste dumped in the real estate sandbox. You could tell at a glance that it was so troublesome and disgusting to clean up.

Reese was lying in the weak meat paste. She found the book, touched the wall, and tried to communicate with them, "Everyone! Are you okay? Are you still alive?"

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The chaotic voice of mumbling came. Reese couldn't understand what the people of Lorn wanted to say, but she felt that the day of liberation for everyone should be coming.

The dead saint fell on the head of the meat paste and opened his mouth to give the wild body the last blow.

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The meat paste trembled and gathered two trembling walls, blocking between the dead saint and Sister Reese. The pulpy flesh slid down in puddles, and then was pushed up again.

"Hehe, this wild body has a strong sense of self-awareness. Should I expand the number of cultivation?" Amaraga watched all this with interest.

The dead saint spoke, and the scream destroyed the flesh wall, and the sound wave pressed hard on Reese.

Reese was crushed, her bones were broken, and her muscles dissolved into blood. Her face was pressed against the wall, and she felt that her vision was scarlet.

"Is it over? Sister. Everyone. Are we going to continue to suffer?"

Reese's consciousness became more and more blurred, and vitreous fluid flowed from her broken eyeballs, and her nerves were torturing her brain with waves of pain.

She should not have seen it, but she did see the light of the complete collection of hymns from her messy eyes. The book that Reese had never read any words turned page by page under her gaze.

That page of paper was the page that Lady Aurora pinched at the beginning.

There were runes that Reese had never seen before, but Reese seemed to be able to read the words on it. It was really strange, why could she read it?

Her soul told her not to read it out loud, even if it was a similar sound, you would die.

But her soul told her that if she read it out loud, it would be the end of all the lies.

Reese's consciousness gradually blurred, and she croaked her throat. The human throat could not support such a strange pronunciation. The structure of her throat collapsed and became extremely weird.

Even if Taraxin came, he could not completely dissect this magical biological structure. It seemed that it was the end of all biological evolution. You could tell at a glance that it represented all the sound generators in the universe.

"." Reese tried to speak out, forcing her alienated throat to speak out the text bit by bit.

Amaraga's expression suddenly changed. He felt something familiar, something he had been looking for, coming from the meat paste in front of the dead saint.

He widened his eyes, and that calm look was completely gone. He felt his heart suddenly clenched, and a sense of reality of going to destruction rose from the origin of his patched soul.

"This" Amaraga struggled, tearing off the tough skin and flesh on his neck, and removing the ring-shaped bones that bound the flesh and blood. His neck expanded rapidly. If someone could see what it looked like, he would find that the structure inside this neck was exactly the same as Sister Reese's mutated throat.

Slighter than the sound of a breeze blowing on the face and blowing the hair, Amaraga heard the last word Sister Reese said.

"Destroy"

Sister Reese's figure disappeared with the words, and the Lorn people around her who were like meat paste also disappeared, and the dead saint floating in the sky also disappeared.

All the scenes around him were like being erased by an eraser, empty, nothing.

Amaraga felt the destruction approaching him, blood spurted out of his throat, the flesh and blood on his body dissolved, and then revived and mutated again, just like the Lorn people who finally stimulated all the activity.

Amaraga's twisted body also forced out a word, not as standard as Reese said, but he read it completely and loudly.

"Life"

Just as the air rich in water vapor cooled rapidly, and those ice crystals condensed out of thin air, pale organic matter was generated out of thin air with Amaraga's words.

The erasure without reason and the growth without reason occurred in this ruined city. The pale organic matter and the invisible annihilation collided in the air, and no debris fell.

Amaraga watched the confrontation between annihilation and all life in the air, struggling with his body, and saying such a word made the flesh and blood of hundreds of millions of victims compressed into his body through surgery for many years disintegrate.

The broken flesh and bones that fell on the ground were no longer necessary to be used.

Almost half of Amaraga's body disintegrated, and the flesh and blood under the pale skin had no freshness at all. Instead, it reflected dark light like high-density steel.

The entire person's internal appearance looked more like a ferocious dead tree than a living creature.

Amaraga controlled the gravity crystal installed in his spine, floated down from high altitude, and was annihilated, leaving a smooth circular pit with a perfect arc.

There was a faintly shining page in the center, which fell to the ground. All the madness just now seemed to have nothing to do with him.

Amaraga landed excitedly and cautiously on the ground, stretched out an eyeball with his flesh limb, trying to see what kind of words were engraved on it.

The eyeballs on the flesh limbs just saw the edge of the text recorded on it, which made Amalaga's body throb with pain. He had never felt this kind of feeling since he mastered the gapless flesh and blood compression.

Hurry and cut off this aching limb. Amaraja is completely sure that this shimmering page contains a curse! It is the word of the Creator!

And it is one of the 12 mantras with the most powerful power and effectiveness.

How lucky I am to have such a treasure appear before my eyes! I am one step closer to that great dream! His tens of thousands of years of looting and searching were not in vain, and he finally found it again.

Amaraja tried to contain the piece of paper recording the 12 mantras, but he felt a familiar figure approaching him.

"Consul of Arendnar. I advise you not to cause trouble for yourself."

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