I founded Tantric Buddhism in London

Eureko Wallace of the 5th Berkshire Brigade Fusiliers.

This retired soldier, who has always been on the front line of charge, is finally on the front line of death.

The head, which had revealed its ferocious true appearance, was unable to withstand the close impact of the blazing flames, and was torn apart by the terrifying force.

The burnt fat leaked out from the cracks in the broken bowl like overturned roasted brains.

The loud noise woke up the hungry rats and beetles. They endured the physiological fear of the explosion sound and stuck their heads out of the hole one after another, looking at the unburned fireball not far away. Their backward visual organs could not penetrate the orange color at all. There were fireworks, but with a keen sense of smell, I could clearly smell the warm and refreshing fragrance.

The creatures behind the colony, smelling the familiar meaty scent, felt that something ancient was about to stir deep within their bodies.

They bravely overcame their fear of light and heat, scrambling to climb out of the caves where they were hiding, and swarm towards the potholes where the remaining flames remained. Even while running/crawling, their bodies were inevitably exposed to flames. of baking.

But they turn a blind eye to this. Even if they are about to be buried in this blazing heat, they still want to lick the burning residue of flesh and blood that contains the warm and ancient taste, until their petite bodies begin to swell and shine, like red iron. piece.

Hearing gunshots and explosions, security personnel from surrounding factories also gathered around to check on the situation.

However, when they arrived, they only had time to see some traces of blood and minced meat left in the explosion crater.

The group of strange-looking insects and mice, the little monsters with swollen red bodies and protruding ferocious bone spurs, all turned their heads to look at the group of huge upright apes in front of them that had always bullied them.

Those little red eyes flashed with a bloodthirsty evil light... It was time to launch a counterattack!

Squeaking, chirping, squeaking - hungry rats and beetles burst out a series of sharp roars in unison, directly attacking the group of mortals with frightened faces!

Screams were heard one after another, and the horrifying wails echoed in the crowded and cramped factory area. Chaos seemed to be spreading everywhere along with these shrill sounds... But no one noticed that neither the candles nor the afterglow could shine. In the shadows, someone was quickly shuttled through the intricate alleyways carrying a half-broken body.

Murray Hanks carried the church members/comrades/colleagues who had been eaten to an almost non-human shape all the way back to the secret workshop where they were - on the way back, he had used a tarp to remove Yuriko's body Wrap it up to prevent inadvertent leakage of blood from revealing your whereabouts.

He even used the cover of darkness before dawn to walk back and forth in the complicated streets and alleys. He occasionally climbed up walls and climbed over obstacles to ensure that his traces could never be traced. Then he slowly pushed the hidden You. The wrecked handcart of Rico Brothers entered the small workshop owned by Bass Company.

Brother Wim, who was in charge of the door, seemed to be lazy and dozing, but in fact, his narrow eyes under the low-hanging brim of his hat opened slightly. After confirming that the identity of the visitor was correct, he continued to pretend to be lying on the security guard's bed. Sleepy look indoors.

Murray Hanks, a former Scud of the 5th Berkshire Brigade Fusiliers, pushed the remains of his fallen brother all the way into the hidden basement of the kitchen storage room... inside the workshop.

But before he could take Brother Yurico out of the hidden box, Brother Kosai, who was studying the secret transmission of the heart, had already stepped forward and shook his head with a heavy face, "No need to look, Brother Yurico." The signs of life have completely disappeared... He has already left before us."

The church members who surrounded them all showed distressed expressions, and they all shouted in low voices with their fists and hammers:

"Ahhh! Who is it?! Who killed the Yuriko brothers!!!"

"Who is he?! If I know who killed the Yuriko brothers, I will cut him into pieces!!!"

But there are also church members who are so calm that they look like aliens and ask, "Our Crazy Blade Order has just been established, and we haven't even had time to complete any cases. How come Brother Yuriko was suddenly killed?"

"Moreover, Brother Yuriko was obviously ambushed and bombed with a large amount of explosives... Could it be that the murderer has figured out the movement route of Brother Yuriko?! Could it be that the murderer has been hiding in secret and observing our Crazy Blade Cult for a long time?! !”

This speculation was thrown into the already extremely angry crowd, causing ripples of fury.

"Fake! A group of cowards who only know how to sneak around and plot! You must not be caught by me, otherwise I will let you guys who hide your heads and tail know what the pain of ten thousand blades pierces the heart!!!"

"That's right! We should take the initiative to take revenge!!! Let those insidious guys know that our Crazy Blade Order is not easy to mess with either!!!"

"Revenge! Revenge! Revenge—"

"Quiet!" A deep voice stopped the roar of the furious man, and the originally noisy crowd immediately fell silent, just like the noisy lions were subdued by the majesty of the King of Lions.

Mr. Nello, who had reassembled their group of disabled soldiers and given them new powerful limbs, slowly walked over. His eyes were filled with undeniable sharp light, and he just glanced over them gently. Those who reach it will immediately become calm and submissive like a trembling lion cub.

Nero Bacchus, the leader/mentor/sponsor of the Crazy Blade Order, passed through the crowd of retreating people and stood in front of Murray Hanks. In front of this respected leader, the former orderly couldn't help but lower his head.

"Mr. Nello, I'm sorry! My speed was too slow and I couldn't save Brother Yurico in time..."

"Brother Murray, this matter is not your fault, nor is it my fault that Brother Eureco underestimated the enemy, but that the enemies hiding in the shadows are too despicable and cunning!!!"

Nellobacs felt the slight vibration of the bone spurs in his skull and continued: "Brother Yurico has died, but we will always remember his contribution and heroism. Until the last moment before death, Brother Yurico will He is still fighting, and he will be promoted to the lofty Hall of Valor after his death!"

"However, the death of Brother Yuriko also sounded the alarm for us, that is, the unknown enemy has most likely discovered the general range of our hiding place!"

"Now please put aside the grief in your hearts and suppress your anger for revenge...immediately implement the No. 3 emergency plan and transfer equipment and supplies to the temporary headquarters!"

"Brothers, please rest assured that I will never forget Brother Yuriko's sacrifice! I will definitely find out the real culprit who murdered Brother Yuriko!!!"

"At that time, I will invite you all to taste the feast of revenge!!!"

Nello's words immediately received cheers from the believers below. This group of retired soldiers with military qualities also immediately suppressed their fury and acted in an orderly manner in accordance with the No. 3 contingency plan, quickly removing the machinery and equipment in the basement. Dismantle it, put it on the cart with the already produced equipment, and leave along the dark underground tunnel, letting the construction cement flood the empty basement again.

Nero Bacchus, who left with the Crazy Blade teaching team, gently held up the mangled head of Yurico Wallace.

The bone spurs in his skull vibrated slightly, emitting a low-frequency abnormal sound that was imperceptible to humans. In this series of clicking sounds that only insects could hear, Yuriko's broken skull also seemed to be vibrating slightly.

In the trance with the buzzing in his head, Nello seemed to see a weak mottled moth slowly crawling out of the hole in the shattered head, like a larva that had its cocoon opened before it was fully mature. It was deformed. The pair of human-like scaly wings on the immature body are full of resentment and malice.

Click, click, click - the weak moth jumped into the palm of Nerobacchus, chirping and crying.

This ancient and wild strange insect language is naturally not a language that the leader of the Crazy Blade Order can understand, but the true meaning contained in the click-click-click has been analyzed through the slight vibration of the bone spurs in the skull.

Nerobacchus also received the legacy information of the moth moth in his palm that did not really exist.

He obtained the memory of Yuriko Wallace before he died, and he saw the hot red head.

As the main external affairs officer of the Sunday Mystery Club, Nerobacks' head contained a lot of intelligence and information that might come in handy. He immediately recognized that the owner of the head was none other than Scotland Yard. Detective Douglas.

"It's really unexpected. It turns out that this ordinary mortal police detective... is actually not a human being."

The fat boy with a deformed face put down the pen in his hand and showed a playful smile.