1novels Chapter 31 Moon 31
Chapter 31 Moon 31
The terror of the moon.
Sam looked at this line of words, frowning: "This word..."
Dean looked up at him and raised his eyebrows: "Do you know what this is?"
"I seem to have seen it somewhere." Sam rubbed his chin and thought hard, "Let me think about it..."
Ulea put down the pen, closed her eyes gently, and breathed steadily.He needs some time to get used to the body penetrated by the power of the outer god once. To be honest, it is not very comfortable, it is like having an extremely bizarre and weird nightmare.
"I remembered!" Sam said, "I saw it in the university library before. It was a very remote folklore book, which recorded the religion, sacrifices and customs of some tribes in remote areas. , This thing was mentioned in that book!"
Dean: "...wow, why did you read such a strange book?"
"I've read a lot of books, okay? It's just that the content of this book is very curious, so I was more impressed," Sam carefully recalled the relevant content recorded in that book: "The author of that book believed that the local people worshiped It is a god named 'Moon's Terror'. There have been many strange things in the local villages, most of which have no way to explain, so they have been buried in history. So maybe that god is There really are, but instead of gods there are ghosts of some kind, which the folklorist believes stemmed from people's fear of the moon."
"That's a long-standing fear." Dean said, "After all, the moon is always associated with bad things, blood moon, werewolves and so on."
"This can also explain why they yelled at the moon while showing a look of fear." Sam said, "But I remember that the village is not in Gotham, and it is not even on the West Coast!"
"And what does this court of owls mean?" Dean frowned at another noun.
"...Falcone." Ulea suddenly opened his eyes and said softly.
"Huh?" Dean looked at him, his face changed drastically: "Hey, are you okay?"
He and Sam were too engrossed in discussing the clues just now, and failed to notice the situation of the messenger. Now it seems that his face is pale, and a layer of sweat oozes from his forehead, as if he had suffered a serious illness. The beautiful eyes with a smile were also covered with a layer of shadow.
"I'm fine." Uriah reached out and rubbed the center of her brows, with a little tiredness in her tone, "I just thought of something..."
"Are you sure you're okay? You look bad." Sam said worriedly.
"..." Uriah closed her eyes and shook her head, and continued: "The Court of Owls is a Gotham legend, Oswald once mentioned it to me..."
"Oswald?" Dean asked subconsciously.
"Penguin." Ulea said, his eyes still closed, as if he didn't notice Sam and Dean looking at each other, and the astonishment and shock in their eyes, "He mentioned that the Romans were among them. A few will be associated with the Court of Owls."
"Are you familiar with Penguin?" Dean asked in surprise.
"It's fine," Uriah said.
"But didn't the Romans get locked in?" Sam said. "I saw the news."
"...Well." It's good that he didn't mention this, but when he mentioned this Ulea, he became angry, "The specific circumstances of this matter are a bit special... He should be lying in the grave now."
This was said calmly, but full of murderous intent, both Dean and Sam were stunned for a second.
"But if he is really related to Moon Terror... maybe it is right not to kill him." Ulea's tone was a bit bored, "Thank you."
Thanks to the two Gui Jianchou brothers for sending this important information to him.
Sam and Dean were a little surprised.
"What are you talking about, we should thank you!" Sam said quickly.
Although I don't know how credible the information Uriah brought them is, but... not everyone can name the "Terror of the Moon", especially if it can correspond to all the current clues superior.Moreover, the messenger seemed to have paid a price for this information.
Ulea shook his head. He didn't explain anything, but said: "I will follow this clue to investigate, if you need to contact me..."
Before the words fell, he suddenly stopped.
At this moment, Hawthorne heard a voice praying to him.
"The brush that carves civilization, the eye that observes the universe, the seer of thousands of destiny trajectories, the eye of the secret star that sleeps deep in the starry sky... Please help me, please help me, help me, help, help, help, help Help help help... the moon, the moon, white and red, it's looking at me...it's whispering to me, help me, help me!"
The voice gradually went mad, became more high-pitched, has a rapid tone, and was full of fear.
moon.
[Mr. Hawthorne, the sanity of the praying man is almost cleared. If you descend directly, he may die on the spot.Best to send your surrogate there. 】
……
Uriah stood up abruptly.
"Sorry." He lowered his head, looked at the surprised eyes of the two and said, "I'm in a hurry. If you contact me, you can go to the church. In case of emergency, call the Eye of the Secret Star directly."
With their high rationality, it is definitely not a big problem to directly bear the short-term gaze of the main body.
After speaking, he turned into a cloud of gray mist and disappeared in place.
The Winchester Brothers: …
They don't even want to go to that weird place in the Mystery Church for the second time, let alone summon the Outer God directly!
Sam stretched out his hand to touch the gray mist, and was patted by Dean beside him: "Hey, don't touch it."
Sam reacted and quickly withdrew his hand.
Everything related to the Outer Gods is extremely polluting, and they couldn't be more clear about it.
"It's unbelievable." He sighed, "Can people in Star Nest use the power of the Outer God at will without being afraid of being polluted?"
"What do you think?" Dean shrugged.
"..." Sam was silent for a moment, then sighed: "Maybe it's just that you don't have to worry about debts. How old is he? Do you have any?"
Dean: "I don't know, anyway, you're younger than when I pulled you out of school."
After that, the two of them stopped talking.
"That church is simply insane." Dean said with a frown, not knowing what he was thinking of.
Such a young child was unexpectedly absorbed into the church that worshiped evil gods, and he was exposed to the terrible risk of pollution.At his age, he should be enjoying his youth on campus.
Sam looked down at the piece of paper with clues in his hand and said, "Do you think we can help him?"
After a moment of silence, Dean patted Sam on the shoulder: "Go after the terror of the moon, this is the biggest help."
……
Hawthorne can't help it either.
With his current three vests, the pope cannot leave the church unless it is absolutely necessary, and the samurai is hundreds of kilometers away to investigate the red circles drawn by the Winchester brothers on the map. His pollution level has exploded in order to teleport. It's too late, there is no way to teleport back in a short time, so I can only run back with a pair of short legs.
Therefore, the only vest that Hawthorne can use at this moment is the messenger.
Hawthorne felt like he was playing a game with limited physical strength, and he could only play the trumpet wildly in order to play for a while.
Fortunately, the owner of that voice is not far from the messenger.
Ulea had just endured the arrival of the main body, and the pollution degree was already in jeopardy, so she could only run wildly towards her destination.
He looked around for a while, thought of a plan, and rushed to a car without saying a word.
The driver was taken aback, immediately slammed on the brakes, rolled down the window, and before he could blurt out a national curse that started with F, Uriah directly pulled the door open and dragged him out of the car by the collar.
The driver froze in fright: "Damn it! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, my superiors, my inferiors, my elders, please, sir, you can do whatever you want to spare me..."
The posture of begging for mercy is extremely skilled, and the lines of begging for mercy are blurted out-the basic qualities of Gotham citizens.
"Go to the Bingshan restaurant to ask the Penguin for compensation!" Uleas said, and immediately closed the car door, stepped on the accelerator, and sped towards the destination.
The driver, who was full of exhaust gas, got up from the ground tremblingly, touched his sore buttocks, and kept wondering.
This brat is really strong, why is he pulling like ten horses, almost making him fly out...
And go to the Bingshan Restaurant to find the Penguin for compensation? ?
The driver slapped the ass of his little broken car: "If you don't want to pay, you don't want to pay, who is the little red guy doing for this!!"
Yuriah drove fast all the way, received countless scolding from other drivers, and even ran through several red lights.It looks like the hapless driver's license is about to be revoked, and one can only hope he gets enough compensation from the Penguin.
Finally, with miraculous speed, he arrived at the scene of the incident four blocks away in just 5 minutes.After confirming the specific location of the target through his body, he was about to find a place to stop the car, but suddenly felt the roof of his car slap, as if something fell on it.
Uriah: "...?"
What parabolic?
He slammed on the brakes, and half of the tire rushed onto the sidewalk. The terrified Gotham citizens screamed and ran around, and those who didn't know thought he was planning some kind of terrorist attack.
Just as Uriah was about to see what had hit the roof of his car, he saw a familiar face wearing a mask appear upside down from the car window: "Hey, buddy, you are the one whose driver's license is about to be revoked." do you know!"
[Richard Grayson: sanity value 300/300, pollution degree 0%]
……
Robin is very free today.
Since Black Mask and Falcone went to Arkham to clean up and reform themselves, the activity of black industries in Gotham, large and small, has dropped a lot, and the crime rate has also dropped visibly, at least on the bright side Violent crimes have decreased significantly.
So he is free, of course, this is only relative to his previous life.
With nothing to do today, he planned to go shopping, take a look around Gotham, see if anything bad happened, and exercise his muscles.
As a result, he walked around for almost an hour, and nothing bad happened.
The citizens of Gotham should eat, drink, go to work, go to school, and have a good time.
The only violent incident he saw was two high school boys bullying a guy with glasses, very typical American bullying.
Robin, who stopped a bullying, was satisfied.
Just when he was about to go back home, he unexpectedly saw someone snatching a car not far away!
Robin: Ah... that's right.
What do people think now?Playing Grand Theft Auto got addicted, didn't you?
So he chased after him without hesitation, kept taking shortcuts, and followed the car that was accelerating all the way and galloped for four blocks before finding the opportunity to jump off from a high place and land firmly on the roof of the car .
The driver of the car seemed startled by the sudden movement, and slammed on the brakes, almost throwing Dick out.
Satisfied with preventing a traffic accident that might happen, Dick decided to make a justice appearance to frighten the driver who robbed the car and didn't obey the traffic rules.
Then he saw a familiar face.
Dick was shocked: "... Uriah Hart! Why are you here!!"
Ulea: "...I want to ask this too, please get out of the way!"
Dick: "No, you were the one who just robbed!? Did you know you broke the law!?"
Ulea: "I haven't committed enough crimes, right? Get out of the way!"
Dick had never heard Uriah speak in such an anxious voice.
Although he was puzzled, he still moved away from the car door. Ulea quickly opened the car door and looked up at the building beside him.
"What happened?" Dick was also infected by his anxiety at the moment, and asked in a hurried tone.
"...It's broken." Ulea looked at the window on the top floor, his face sank slightly, "I seem to be late."
He saw a vague figure standing by the window.
The figure was getting closer and closer to the floor-to-ceiling windows.
"What's late..." Before Dick could say the rest of his words, he suddenly heard a crisp sound of glass shattering, and he subconsciously raised his head to look in the direction of the sound.
He saw the glass of the window on the top floor smashed by something heavy at that moment.
Then, without giving him any time to react, a figure leaped out of the window with a howling scream, and fell straight towards the hard ground!
……
Hawthorne: ...
He went through seven or eight traffic lights and still didn't make it in time. The victim of this month's terror still lost his mind and committed suicide!
He immediately glanced at the pollution level of the courier.
Since he had just endured the coming of his will, the messenger's pollution level at this moment was hovering on the edge of extreme danger.
If you use power at such a time...
【Sir, this is very dangerous! 】
Hawthorne sighed.
"……no solution anymore."
……
At this moment, Dick's eyes widened: "!!!"
Someone jumped off the building! ! ?
Ulea's pupils staring at the person who jumped from the building suddenly shrank.
This is the only clue so far, he can't die, can't let him die, can't let him die——
He stretched out his hand and used all his strength to control the falling body.
Under the influence of gravitational acceleration, the huge impact of a free-falling human being is even more terrifying than a bullet just out of the chamber.
Ulea almost couldn't hold it on the spot, and fell to one knee on the ground.
But his hand is still strong, desperately trying to hold the falling life.
【Pollution degree 1%】
【Pollution degree 1%】
【Pollution degree 1%】
Ulea's other hand tremblingly moved towards the crystal of faith in his pocket with difficulty, but the distance of just a few centimeters seemed like a sky-high barrier. All his strength was used to hold the falling person, and the rest of his body The parts don't use any strength at all.
[Warning: The pollution degree has exceeded 10%, and the probability of mutation has increased significantly! 】
[Warning: The pollution degree has exceeded 11%, and the probability of mutation has increased significantly! 】
[Warning: The pollution degree has exceeded 12%, and the probability of mutation has increased significantly! 】
[Warning: The "messenger" has undergone a first-level mutation!This mutation cannot be reversed! 】
……
Still mutated.
As if another shoe had finally landed, Ulea was not emotional at the moment, as if she had expected this day to come.
At this moment, his eyes, which were shining with strange light, suddenly went dark.
It was as if his pupils had turned into bottomless black holes, constantly devouring everything around him, including his eyeballs and the blood vessels and nerves connected to them, his eye sockets had become empty shells containing the black holes, black mist It surged violently in it, like a black flame burning.Underneath the skin around his eyes was a vein of blood vessels that spread out like a spider's web.
The body of the fallen person stopped at the height of the last meter before landing, and was then gently placed on the ground.
The imagined scene of flying flesh and blood did not happen, Dick was relieved.
It turns out that when the messenger said it was too late, he almost failed to prevent a person from jumping off the building?He robbed a car to prevent others from jumping off the building?
Dick had mixed feelings.
"Good job, Uriah!" He turned his head and said to Uriah, and even wanted to reach out and pat him on the shoulder, but it was lonely.
Uriah's back was turned to him at the moment, looking for something in the battered car.
Dick: "...? Uriah?"
Uriah quickly found what he was looking for - a pair of large dark glasses in the car.
He opened the glasses case, put the sunglasses on his face calmly, then turned to look at Dick.
He said, "Is it cool? Do I look like I've traveled from The Matrix?"
Dick: ...
No, now is the time to talk about this!