Lov's vision turned blurry, and he seemed to see tumbling darkness.
In the darkness, a large number of worms were twisting and wriggling.
The dark worms continued to gather, turning into Devin's face.
At this moment, this young sculptor's face became unusually evil and cold. His eyes were filled with a morbid fanaticism.
That was a fanaticism toward life, art, and things that exceeded one's imagination!
"How can a foolish person understand greatness?"
A voice rang out in the darkness.
A pained expression appeared on Lov's face.
His limbs seemed to have melted, and his body started to elongate. Worm patterns grew on his body, turning him into a huge worm.
'The intensity of this darkness?'
Lov mumbled in his heart. He was about to lose his most important bottom line and enter the red line where he would lose his rationality.
At this moment, he seemed to hear the cries of thousands of birds.
The cries of various birds gathered together and turned into a sentence.
"My name is the Bird with Broken Wings. I shall devour your pain to feed my heart!"
An incantation pierced through the darkness with great precision like a sharp bird's beak.
Lov's consciousness returned to reality.
He saw the disorderly figures on the ground, as well as the savage-looking Devin in front of him.
"Partner, I'll have to use the power of the incantation this time."
Behind him, Fang Xian took a step forward and chanted loudly.
"I've experienced rebirth and death, yet I'm unable to reach the other side …
"Death chases after the shadow, and no youth dies in withering …
"But this poem will remain here and grant you immortality …"
As a high-level existence, Fang Xian did not simply copy the incantation.
He used the Bird with Broken Wings incantation to convert a certain amount of dark spiritual energy and started to channel it into the 'Immortal Poem'.
Out of the three lines of the 'Immortal Poem', he felt that the second line was the sharpest and the most offensive weapon.
Therefore, he channeled most of his energy into the second line.
"Death chases after the shadow, and no youth dies in withering …"
As he chanted, there seemed to be shadows wriggling on the ground, quickly sweeping toward Devin.
Devin's action of grabbing the sculpture stopped. His entire body seemed to swell up and disintegrate into many wriggling worms. "Ah … Is this your power? It's equally magnificent and equally great!
"There is no youth that does not wither!"
Fang Xian looked at Devin and repeated it for the third time.
Withering!
Withering!
The sad and cold ending rippled back and forth in the studio.
The sharp notes seemed to have turned into many small knives, slicing off pieces of flesh from Devin's body.
After the 'flesh' fell to the ground, it immediately turned into struggling meat worms. However, they all died and exploded.
By the time the Spirit of Agony that Fang Xian had converted into was exhausted, Devin had become a skeleton that was as thin as a match, resembling that of a mummy.
The skeleton reached out its right hand, seemingly wanting to touch the half-finished sculpture.
"In the name of the secret keeper …"
Lov, who had already crawled up, held the silver pendant in one hand while the muzzle of his other hand was pressed against Devin's forehead.
Bang!
Gunshots rang out.
This time around, there were no accidents. Blood splattered all over the wall behind Devin.
The headless corpse fell to the ground and no longer moved.
Lov panted heavily. He picked up a tarp and covered the statue. Then, he turned to look at Fang Xian. "Rocca … how do you feel?"
"Still alright …"
Fang Xian held his forehead and pretended to have a headache.
"Hmm, bring the unconscious people on the ground out first. Remember not to let any of them go. They need to be investigated and screened …" Lov said.
Then, he asked anxiously, "How do you feel mentally? If you can't take it, take some medicine. Do you have the desire to write? "
"No …" Fang Xian smiled sincerely. "I seem to only have a reaction to the mysterious items of the Fallen Star Church …"
This could reduce his' danger 'by a lot. Naturally, he did not mind putting on a disguise.
"That's good. However, I will clean up the battlefield here. The 'items' here are of a very high standard. It's not suitable for you to touch them now … "Lov seemed to heave a sigh of relief.
"No problem!"
Fang Xian nodded. He dragged a fat merchant out of the studio.
He was very clear.
The dark force that involved the 'giant worm' should be very powerful.
In fact, just the influence he had on Devin had not only allowed this sculptor to obtain an immortal body to a certain extent, but he had also grasped terrifying mental energy. Even the investigator, who had taken tranquilizers, could not hold on to it.
From this, it could be seen what kind of supernatural power the statue and Capullo's manuscripts had!
The level of danger and confidentiality had far exceeded the access of a trainee investigator like Roca.
'So … if I hadn't peeked a little at the beginning, I'm afraid I really wouldn't be able to touch them for a long time …'
'Capullo's manuscripts? I feel that the most important thing on it might be the 'Praise of the Worm' that I wrote … '
Fang Xian, who had studied for a while, was very clear about this.
Humans could not understand that kind of evil and horror.
Therefore, be it cultists, artists, or other researchers, the 'greatness' they understood and felt was a very abstract and one-sided thing to begin with.
Moreover, most of them had mental problems, so it was normal for them to have hallucinations and logical disorder.
The research papers, classics, and manuscripts written by them … Most of them were disorderly, chaotic, and full of mistakes and fallacies.
In fact, different people would interpret different contents, and perhaps all of them could produce some effect.
Although he had not seen the Capullo's manuscripts, he could guess that it must be something like this.
The words on it were messy, illogical, and mixed with all kinds of assumptions and hand-drawn sketches.
Ordinary people might feel dizzy at first glance, but people with enough spiritual perception could get some inspiration from it.
And Fang Xian himself, through 'psychic', used his own personality to reverse analyze, obtained the most core mysterious knowledge, and compiled it into a form of poetry that humans could understand!
That was the most precious incantation!
Perhaps other researchers would not be able to study the contents of the Capullo's manuscripts for a lifetime!
'Moreover, even if the secret keeper's research results are successful, the effect may not be as good as my incantation … However, the price is also very high …'
After this battle, Fang Xian had a deeper understanding of the power of the worms.
'Supernatural power needs' sacrifice ', needs' price '…' Bird with Broken Wings' needs pain, 'Immortal Poem' needs mental power that leans towards darkness … And 'Praise of the Worm', it probably needs not only mental power but also vitality! '
It was an inexplicable feeling, but Fang Xian was very sure.
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