Chapter 41: The Evil God Priest's Preparations and Luke Watching from the Sidelines

late at night.

In an abandoned apartment on the edge of Fort Lauderdale, a red-robed evil priest picked up a homeless man who had just been captured from outside.

"Thanks to America's environment!" he thought, "There are useful homeless people everywhere, and you can use them at will without attracting attention."

After the ambush on Moore and others, although they successfully repelled the clergy of Holy Light, they also suffered a lot of losses among their devout believers. Currently, there are only 2 [Worm Walkers] and 4 [Flesh and Blood Servants] left among the Level 3 Transcendents. The casualties of the Level 1 Transcendents were even more serious, with only 7 [Insect Pupae] left. As for those Level 0 Transcendents, their preaching is still useful, but they are no different from mortals in combat, so there is not much point.

The homeless man's mouth was blocked by a mass of bloody flesh, and he could not shout out. If you look closely at the details of the surface of the flesh, you will find layers of light red particles on it - this mass of flesh that blocked his mouth and prevented him from making any sound was also connected to the homeless man's throat, and it turned out to be his tongue that had been mutated and expanded several times.

The tramp struggled in fear, trying to escape the control of the red priest. However, with his weak body, how could he resist a level 3 extraordinary person with physical abilities?

The bored priest's left hand turned into a claw, and his five fingers pierced into the tramp's chest like sharp blades. His fingers groped inside the chest for a moment, and then grabbed two ribs, just like carrying a basket, and continued to lift the tramp in the air conveniently and labor-savingly, freeing up his right hand.

At this point, the homeless man, who was in excruciating pain, no longer cared about the red priest's right hand that was covering his face and growing bigger.

The wound on his chest that was brutally torn open, the pain of a foreign object piercing him, and the excruciating pain of his bones being pulled and pulled made him want to shout out loud, as if this could reduce the pain a little.

Unfortunately, the tongue that filled his entire mouth prevented him from even performing this most basic movement.

The red priest's hand gently covered the homeless man's face, and dots of phosphorus powder fell from his hand. These phosphorus powders were like sulfuric acid, and every bit of the homeless man's flesh and blood that came into contact with them easily corroded the surrounding organic matter, turning them into a sticky broth.

In a moment, the tramp's face was covered with dense pits of flesh. As he struggled and swayed, the thick soup in the pits spilled out and dripped onto the ground.

At this time, there was already a lot of substances similar to the thick soup on the ground, which had accumulated into small puddles nearby.

Perhaps it had reached the critical point. After the thick soup made from the homeless man's flesh and blood dripped down, the small puddle immediately began to boil.

The sticky substance in the puddle merged together and solidified into some flat pieces of meat.

At this time, the flesh on the homeless man's face had completely melted, leaving only white bones. He had completely lost the strength to struggle, but because he was injured relatively recently and they were all flesh and blood wounds, he was not dead yet and still had a faint gasp.

The red-robed priest grabbed his entire skull with his right hand, revealing an intact brain that was still beating slightly.

He gently removed the brain and threw the remaining part of the homeless man into the corner of the room, hitting several other already rotten corpses.

Then, he squatted down, crushed the brain tissue evenly bit by bit, and placed it on the newly formed piece of meat.

The pieces of flesh that had absorbed the brain tissue slowly deformed and closed, looking like blood-red insect eggs, standing upright on the floor of the apartment, occasionally flashing a red turbid light inside.

"The sacred eggs of the abundance worm have been planted. We just need to catch some homeless people regularly and water them with their blood."

He turned around and gave instructions to the tall woman in black robes beside him, and then urged: "Your promotion ceremony must also be restarted as soon as possible. The gods need your strength."

The black-robed woman nodded and said, "I have selected two new 'pupae'. They will be activated in a few days."

The red priest was about to speak when he suddenly turned his head and looked in the direction of the Leaf Farm.

"Damn it! I feel the power of God has been touched! It was the lackeys of the Holy Light Evil God that attacked there!"

"Why didn't you get the news? Don't you have an informant?" He looked at the woman in black robe and asked.

The woman frowned and said, "I'll go ask, right now."

After saying that, he turned and left. After the black-robed woman walked away, the red-robed priest's face returned to calm, and even showed a little bit of satisfaction.

"Facing the might of the gods, those lackeys will surely be buried with the farm."

"It's a pity for the leaves. I hope other farms can harvest more and make up for the shortfall."

In the shadows, a twisted figure slid over from the ground, like a snake or a giant maggot, and rose up by wrapping around a pillar.

"Priest, can that man really be trusted? He says he believes in God, but he is not even willing to transform into the Cocoon Stage."

The red priest said relaxedly: "Don't worry, no matter what he thinks, those who face the gods will eventually become like-minded church members. As for the sequence, I allowed him to keep it. The ability of [Instigator] is very useful, and we can't lose him."
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The next morning, Luke contacted Rudy and asked him for clues about the extraordinary substance.

The three members of Rudy's team had already left Fort Lauderdale and went to other areas to look for clues about the monster.

However, during the call, Luke still learned some relevant information.

Most of the supernatural knowledge that the demon hunter possesses is concentrated on information about monsters. As far as he knows, the remains of some powerful dark monsters can form supernatural substances.

Because the witch was refining extraordinary props, she knew some special metal mines that might meet Luke's requirements, but unfortunately she didn't have any in stock.

After hanging up the phone with Rudy, Luke immediately called Black Earth Company and canceled the security services he had ordered in the past few days.

After experiencing last night's "revolving lantern enlightenment", Luke's deep mentality has undergone a huge change.

Since crossing over, although he is a sports athlete, a campus celebrity, and has countless former running buddies, these are just the confidence brought by money and the pursuit of making up for the regrets of his past life.

After all, his mentality and outlook on life are still the same as that of the mediocre, go-with-the-flow test-taker in his previous life.

Until last night, Luke's mentality finally changed. He began to take control of his own destiny and started to become a mentally strong man.

The plants in the greenhouse will never be as good as the flowers and plants in the wild. Since you have chosen to become a transcendent, you must learn to deal with difficulties on your own.

Of course, dealing with difficulties is not about being reckless.

For example, right now, this apartment is at risk of being exposed.

Although he was not sure whether the cultists would find out that he was the one who did what happened last night, Luke simply packed his bags and prepared to return to his hometown in the countryside to avoid the limelight.

The so-called hometown in the country is just a verbal term used by Luke. It is located in the town of David in the southwest of Broward County. It is dominated by agriculture and ranching and has a leisurely rural atmosphere.

Philemon bought a ranch there seven or eight years ago. It is usually managed by a dedicated cowboy, and his family occasionally goes to the ranch to relax.

The area is vast and sparsely populated, so it would be easy to spot any outsiders. Moreover, the open environment is very suitable for Luke to practice his shooting and swordsmanship. It is a good place.

David and Fort Lauderdale are very close, about 10 miles apart. If you are not in a hurry, you can drive there in 20 minutes.

Luke planned to stay at the ranch peacefully and watch the fight between the cultists and the church.

After all, they are the real sworn enemies.

(End of this chapter)