Destruction, destruction!
Gu Jun's face was white, but his eyes were bloodshot. He fired at the members of the Afterlife Cult around the ruined altar. Bang, bang, bang, bang. The unfamiliar recoil almost flipped his shoulders over, but he managed to keep his hands steady …
After emptying the magazine, he took Yang Henan's and Zhou Yi's guns and continued to fire at the people who had yet to fall to the ground but were still trying to escape.
Seeing them fall to the ground after being pierced by the bullets, the blood splattered everywhere, and the screams that came from their mouths … the speed at which he fired increased.
This was the first time Gu Jun had fired a gun, and it was also the first time he had killed someone … No, these things were not people.
The sadness of his childhood and the misfortune of his past,
The haze that was buried deep in his heart,
The Nightmares that often appeared in his dreams.
The fear of those who were sacrificed, the delirium of the victims of the Malformed Banyan Disease, the pain of his comrades who sacrificed themselves in blood,
All destroyed!
Didn't I tell you long ago that the child would grow up to be a real man and stand before you again?
When that time comes, all the debts will be settled.
When that time comes, it will be your end.
That time is today.
Gu Jun grabbed a sniper rifle. When he was resting at the spiral staircase, he had learned how to use it. He aimed at the thermal sight on the gun and locked onto a man in black who was running the furthest away. He pulled the trigger. Bang! The head of the man in black exploded. One.
Pulling the bolt, the bullet was loaded with a click. He aimed at another man in black. Bang! The neck was broken, two.
Crack, bang! The bullet pierced through the back, three.
"Ah Jun, Ah Jun!" Xue Ba quickly shouted. "It's best to shoot the legs. Leave some alive, we still need information …"
Gu Jun aimed at the head of another man in black. Bang! Four. Then he aimed at another. Bang! Five.
Xue Ba was silent. He raised his hand to signal Yang Henan and the rest not to force Gu Jun to do what he wanted. Their bodies had not fully recovered, and they had no idea what was happening with Gu Jun's S value. Furthermore, with the spell that he had shown earlier … it was better for them to rein in their muscles and watch.
The sounds of gunfire and explosions continued to ring out. In the pile of mutated wolf corpses, there were already human corpses and corpses on the verge of death.
Regardless of whether they were corpses or mutilated bodies, the haggard and ugly faces were filled with pain, unwillingness, and confusion from the backlash.
"Gu Jun …" The leader of the men in red collapsed in a pool of blood. Even though his body was contorted in pain, he did not scream. His voice was low and eerie. "Looks like your descendant … has some secret … but you can destroy us, but you can't destroy us …"
Bang! Before the man in red could finish, his head was blasted open. His body collapsed to the ground, and he could no longer utter any malicious words.
"You can't destroy the Afterlife Cult, huh?" Gu Jun grumbled. "You can tell that to the demon."
He had a general idea about this organization.
The origin of the Afterlife Cult had to be related to a group of secret defectors from the foreign civilization. They abandoned the Goddess of Life who they thought had abandoned them and turned to another kind of dark force. They projected their souls into another dimension. Descendant, Afterlife.
Perhaps it was due to fate that the first Descender appeared on Earth. Then came the second, and the third. But they only had fragmented memories and consciousness. They formed secret societies and expanded their influence. They studied the foreign civilization and created more descendants …
And he was one of the Spirit Children of the first batch of super descendants. Before his parents' union, there should have been many summoning rituals.
The descendant inside his body was not a defector but a slumbering demon that they knew, the Son of Misfortune.
But … Gu Jun pulled the trigger. Bang! Another one.
How would these people know that the Son of Misfortune, the Son of Steel, was a demon under the command of some Great Old One, the Son of Steel, Freud Landon? The best student of Carlott College, the warrior who entered Rikers alone to dissect the abnormal creatures and drew the genetic map, and the man who committed suicide by slitting his throat in a suicide note.
Now Gu Jun understood that his memory of the foreign language, his talent in medicine, and the unknown power that he received at the bottom of the Longkan Seabed … all of these could be traced.
Freud Lenton
The dark side, the Son of Misfortune.
The light side, the Son of Steel.
Now the power of these two different sides had been awakened. They were fighting inside his heart, and they kept pulling at him.
Did Lenton really commit suicide because of the loss of his faith? "Perhaps death will give me another answer." Gu Jun had a feeling that Lenton might have a bigger plan. After turning into the Son of Misfortune, Lenton still retained some of his old will, waiting for his recovery, waiting for the result …
The reason he was not consumed by the Son of Misfortune earlier was because of the Son of Steel's help.
Bang! Gu Jun fired another shot, but this time it missed. His body swayed, and he almost collapsed.
But after casting the spell, the power of darkness slowly gained the upper hand, and it kept consuming his mind …
"Ah Jun, that's enough, that's enough," Xue Ba advised again. Xue Ba finally persuaded again. The expression on his square face was very sincere. "Give me the gun. You should rest."
"Yes, Ah Jun," Uncle Dan advised gently. Uncle Dan advised gently. Gu Jun's face was startlingly white, and his lips were turning cyanotic. This was not a good sign.
If this continued, they were not afraid that the people from Lai Sheng Company would be killed, but they were afraid that Gu Jun would descend into madness.
"Oh …" Gu Jun took a deep breath and passed the sniper rifle to Xue Ba with difficulty. He mumbled, "Captain Xue, I am not mad … In fact, I am more clear-headed than I have ever been. These inhumane animals. Keeping them alive is giving us a chance. They are chanting the spell, and now we have no more energy left …"
Gu Jun handed over the gun, and the murderous aura loosened. He was about to collapse to the ground. Thankfully, Uncle Dan was quick enough to catch him.
Xue Ba immediately had the members who could move pick up the guns and the remaining ammo to clean up the battlefield. They had to save the surviving members from Lai Sheng Company.
"Why are those people like ghosts? Why did they show themselves? " Lin Mo, who could only sit to the side, could not help but ask Gu Jun. His face was filled with the desire for the truth. As a researcher, he really wanted to know the answer.
"I believe it was because … they had cast some kind of spell on themselves …" Uncle Dan helped him to sit on a broken rock. His voice was slow and shaky. "But I have broken it … I do not know how to cast spells. That sentence came from my … inner memory … I merely used brute force to destroy the altar …" Uncle Dan helped him to sit on a broken rock.
"That's enough! That's enough!" Uncle Dan quickly cut him off. His friendly face was tinged with nervousness. "I need to check your heart rate." Gu Jun's symptoms were the typical symptoms of a pre-cardiac arrest.
Before Uncle Dan could diagnose him, Gu Jun's whole body suddenly convulsed. The skin that was exposed was pale and cyanotic. He could not speak, and his consciousness was fading …
"Huohuo, come and save him!" Uncle Dan screamed in panic. "The aortic pulse has disappeared, and the pupils are dilated … There is no heartbeat. Quick, use the cardiotonic needle!"
Gu Jun collapsed on the broken rock. His soulless eyes stared at the gray sky, and he saw some ominous black crows.
He could feel everything slipping away.
Destruction, destruction …
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