Latent Syndrome

Chapter 182 181. Cruel Spirit

The powerful force that exploded in an instant ended the eternal pain of those people who turned into monsters and were trapped in the abyss, destroyed the core, and annihilated the strange insect into nothingness.

The clouds and mist are pushed aside, the misty sky is shaken away, the true sky is revealed, and the dripping rainstorm is poured out.

Even Hugo was a little dazed, as if it was just that person's thought that tore apart the blood-red and ferocious dream.

What kind of face was that? Under the strong light of lightning, the shadow was stretched extremely long. Everything in front of him was swallowed up by the shadow, and the eyes in the cold winter were like the dead among the dead.

Due to the sudden rain, the drainage system in the devastated St. George district was clogged, and the water on the streets covered shoes in the blink of an eye.

"Is rationality pale..."

Hugo murmured, glancing around hesitantly. He had seen this scene before, the sliver of sky squeezed by the buildings, the gray, lifeless sky, and the endless rainstorm.

The face gradually overlapped with the one in the trance dream, and it was actually exactly the same.

"Is this so..."

"That's actually the case."

In an instant, boundless panic enveloped his heart.

As fate reveals, no one can resist destiny, not even God.

God cannot resist the endless terror, the ultimate fate at the end of the abyss.

But fleetingly, he was suppressed by his terrifying mind, and his gloomy deep blue eyes released endless depth.

At this moment.

Words no longer have any meaning.

All words have already been elaborated in eternity.

The piercing halo of the sun suddenly appeared, and the rays connected into dense rays flickered, followed by this shocking flash.

Just like a dam releasing water or a flash flood, the explosive force of this moment shook the surrounding buildings and turned into powder that flew away quickly, breaking through the hazy sky, blocking the torrential rain, and the sun suddenly shone.

Two men, both at the pinnacle of human will, were fighting to the death in this deserted, decaying and dead city, just as fate revealed.

The eternal dazzling light of the cosmic celestial body shook the divine pillar. Countless gems, gold and silver, and all the dazzling dazzling jewels burst out from the pillar. It was like a divine power, falling from the sky with destructive force and rushing towards Colin.

Each of those brilliant gold coins is like a sharp blade, strangling everything with the purest greed and violence in the world.

The tall buildings in today's world and the highly reflective glass building exteriors correspond to these shining objects, and the light suddenly shines brightly, like the eternal daylight.

It can burn a human eye into ashes in an instant.

Colin had been completely submerged and was resisting tenaciously under the terrifying offensive.

Even though he poured the vision of the God of Death and the indestructible gold and iron into his whole body, under this shocking power, the sparks splashed like a waterfall, and his skin was scratched with scratches by this power, and in an instant It melts gold and iron and corrodes flesh and blood deeply.

He just clenched his fist until it bled, and then he tensed up his whole body and punched the divine pillar falling from the sky.

From it erupted a long dragon of self-torture.

The twisted tendons and muscles were inlaid with countless iron wire blades. They contracted violently and intertwined, and the wounds spilled out with a face of blood-red and howling karma fire. It was not a fist or an arm at all, but a pain-filled and violent body. Qingtian giant tower.

The endless dragon of pain, those blades, too sinfully gorgeous, have been polished by the years, like rocks blooming, desert springs gushing, shining with unparalleled light.

And for every inch of flesh and blood strangled by the blade, the sound of gushing blood is more tragic than that of the guillotine, and the extreme pain is flowing with every detail.

Like a dangerous building, the firewood of flesh and blood piled up to punish the sin of arrogance is burning with the monstrous fire of karma, and backfires against the divine pillar containing the power of heaven. Under this ultimate tyrannical power, even the true god will have to do it. trembling.

It is both a wound and a blade.

It's both a slap in the face and a shame.

It is both a limb and a torture cart.

He is both a death row prisoner and a butcher.

As Colin roared violently, infinite power was injected into it, and a long dragon of self-torture poured out from the earth, straight into the sky, and directly shook this dazzling pillar of heaven away.

boom!

Those miracles were shattered one after another with the impact of the long dragon, split into countless crystal clear glasses and dissipated into nothingness.

This was too violent an impact, and Hugo, who was connected to the vision, suffered a backlash, his throat became sweet, and he vomited out a large pool of blood.

Hugo's pupils shrank, it was too strong, already too strong. What kind of violent and violent power enabled him to do this?

That speed.

It's like time has been cut away.

Gold and iron were mixed into the whole body, and the unparalleled explosive power made him jump directly and fly over. His left hand was deformed. It was an enamel giant scythe that was bigger than others. As he went forward, it tore on the asphalt road. The deep ravine appeared, just like a white flash, approaching in an instant.

When Hugo thought, he was just like flying away a building before. The powerful thoughts as majestic as rivers, lakes and seas flew across. There was only one thing that was faster than light, and that was thought.

All of this thought entered Colin's body, and the power in his body was superimposed layer by layer like a chain reaction. Even under the infusion of gold and iron, his body quickly began to break open and seep with bright red plasma.

But this is of no use at all.

Colin's thoughts were like the passing wind of fear, whizzing towards Hugo, arriving in an instant and submerging into Hugo's body.

Click, click, click...

Cracks also appeared on Hugo's left arm. Under the focus of his thoughts, the entire arm exploded directly, and terrifying blood spurted out from the wound.

It's about to come to a head-to-head fight.

At this distance, Hugo did not have the upper hand at all. At this time, Colin was able to completely ignore the extra-dimensional phenomenon that he had integrated into the universe, and he could reach the reality.

As Hugo thought.

Everything began to slow down, the rain falling from the sky solidified, Colin's movements also stopped, hovering in mid-air in an extremely weird way, and the dust waves and smoke he raised also stopped.

Hugo tried to resist, resist that terrible fate.

Colin must be completely disintegrated and killed to pieces within thirty-three seconds.

He did not hesitate to initiate the final killing move that cost his life.

If the realm is an existence that can tear apart the real world and show its own will.

Then this method can even realize the fantasy.

Centered on the place where he stood, gems, gold, silver, stone structures, and dazzling scenes began to spread, changing the structure of the surrounding heaven and earth.

The Pope can not only drag people from reality to illusion, but when he has countless believers, he no longer needs to describe the illusory kingdom of heaven, because everyone has become a fan of illusion. This kind of crazy sermon has become a paradise built by people. Reality has been reduced to the realm of symbols, even though it is a hell on earth.

The Pope can even turn illusion into reality.

This temple of destruction of all things in the universe invades everything. All the glass in modern office buildings has turned into stained glass. The gorgeous scene is too amazing, the colorful abstract revelation, the loving Virgin, the God who is wearing a white half-robe to travel around the world. .

Reducing the city to postmodern fanaticism and bliss.

The blessings faintly revealed in those colorful paintings are full of divinity.

Under the blessing of these blessings, Hugo's wounded arm flew out countless feathers exuding holy light, and countless strange angels were condensed in this heaven.

Yes.

The reason why they need a pair of wings is to cover up their extremely ugly appearance. When those wings are spread out, what is exposed is the proliferation of tumors and the chaotic face of corruption.

These creatures, carrying the power of judgment, rushed towards Colin.

"Thirty-three seconds..."

"This is your limit."

"It's also my limit."

"Determine life and death, Hugo."

In this church where time was completely frozen, Colin spoke. Coincidentally, when he developed the vision of the Death God out of the domain, developed the ultimate, and integrated it into his body, he could even withstand the activation of the time domain. The maximum side effect was achieved at a speed so fast that time could be ignored, which happened to be thirty-three seconds.

Just for a moment.

All the imaginary objects that were attacked were quickly cut and killed by Colin's sharp bone sickle at an unparalleled speed, and turned into countless pieces of broken glass.

And Hugo in it was like a true god, no longer hesitating, all the stained glass windows burst out with dazzling blessings, all focused on him, and suddenly a mirage appeared in the sky, and the vague and majestic kingdom of heaven fell heavily on Colin himself.

The power was so astonishing that even the true gods had to kneel before it.

Even with his metal-reinforced body, Colin's blood burst out frequently and his bones cracked. The pressure alone would make him crawl to the ground, overwhelmed.

"You hypocritical person."

"My kind..."

Hugo said indifferently.

Colin hesitated no longer.

He exerted all his strength and unleashed a long dragon of self-torture.

Metal, flesh and blood, karmic fire.

Endless killings collide with the divine power.

The long dragon of pain swung out from Colin's hand. The dragon was extremely painful, extremely fierce, and extremely violent. It smashed violently, and the giant tower of the sky bombarded this false dreamland to pieces. It was bathed in the false holy light, The glass floating in the sky looks like Hugo.

When approaching one hundred meters.

The space around Colin became dense, like transparent ripples like a high temperature heat wave in summer.

It seems that something from the void is slowly appearing.

That scene was so trance-like, like a dream, that I couldn't recall how it started. When I came back to my senses, it had already appeared.

It was an ancient artifact from the Middle Ages. It was a torture execution device used for execution and torture. It was like an iron cabinet that could hold an adult. It had hinges and a door cover. There was an iron statue of a female wearing a luxurious crown above the instrument. It was completely black. Exudes a cold luster.

This kind of instrument of torture.

Known as the Iron Maiden.

Three majestic and terrifying iron maidens stood on the ground. The door cover slowly opened, making an extremely harsh and sharp squeaking sound. There was a sound of wind howling like a void flowing inside, and there were also dense holes that could pierce people. spikes.

Then thousands of knives burning with howling karma fire erupted from each torture instrument, winding towards Hugo, but Hugo couldn't avoid it, and the speed was extremely fast.

Click, click, click...

The scroll directly pulled out Hugo's soul, or will. This was Colin's papal hint. Each Iron Maiden pulled out a Hugo's soul from Hugo's body and imprisoned it in a torture device of eternal pain. middle.

Then.

boom!

The door cover suddenly closed.

There was no idea what was going on inside that evil body, but there was only the sound of the iron pieces twisting. Every time it turned, it was the strangulation of distant years.

It seems like a mental patient who sees double images, cold, hungry, mentally frenzied and confused.

His soul sails on an old barge without a mast, lost on a sea of ​​phantom pain that rolls with terrifying waves and reaches astonishing proportions.

Through all windows, infinity is seen.

Snapped!

Like crushing a baby bird in her palm, or running over a newborn elk on the roadside, the Iron Maiden bleeds crazily.

Eternal violent pain.

Everything burst out instantly in Hugo's own mind.

Destroy him in an instant.

The whole kingdom collapsed.

Just like Hugo himself.

Just atheists.

Los Angeles metropolitan area.

St. George District.

The ruins are full of ruined buildings, and the rain washes away all the ashes.

The water on the ground covered my shoes.

With a plop, Hugo knelt down on the ground exhausted, bathed in the rain, and looked up at the completely gray sky.

Colin walked slowly toward him, repeating his words.

“Extreme pain, like extreme joy, cannot last long.”

"Because it was too violent."

Colin's boots were trampled and splashed with rain every step he took. Finally, he came to Hugo, took out his commonly used pistol from his arms, pulled the safety, and put the muzzle of the gun against Hugo's forehead.

"Is there anything else you want to say?"

Colin asked calmly.

Hugo withdrew his gaze from the sky and looked at Colin with his deep eyes without emotion or anger. He believed that his understanding of the reincarnation of Yin and Yang and the fate of the universe had deepened.

He knew that he was destined to die.

"Agent Colin."

"You have..."

"A cruel spirit."

After saying a few words, he stopped speaking and just stared at Colin with a complicated meaning and some weird pity.

boom!

Colin killed Hugo in the simplest way, pulled the trigger, and the bullet passed through his head, splattering some blood. He lay weakly on the ground, with plasma overflowing from the back of his head.

Hugo.

died.