[Sisyphus]'s fist is still tightly attached to the owl's head, and the power of the fist compresses the surrounding air so that the gap is almost invisible, as if the entire space has become extremely tense and fragile under this blow.

Buzz buzz——

The space around the fist is slightly distorted, showing the terror of this power.

"Buzz——"

As the ticking of the clock and the roar of lightning sounded again, the gray world gradually began to be filled with colors.

First, the faint color slowly penetrates from the edge of the space, spreading like a drop of ink melting into clear water.

Then, these colors became more and more vivid, as if beams of colorful light penetrated the still world, gradually covering the gray scene.

The walls have returned to their original color, the details on the items have gradually become clearer, and there seems to be a sense of flow in the air.

The picture of the entire world gradually returned to normal, and time began to flow again.

When time resumes its flow, everyone's consciousness and the rules of the world begin to return to normal.

Boom——

A violent roar was heard, and the blood of the owl that had been frozen in the surroundings began to splash. The bright red blood sprayed on the walls and floor, dyeing the entire space red.

Accompanying the roar was the sound of bones breaking, which was crisp and harsh, as if the entire space was torn apart at this moment.

For those who are stopped by time, all this happens in the blink of an eye.

From the perspective of the long-legged owl, it only launched an attack and then began to retreat within 0.02 seconds. However, in the blink of an eye, its head was inexplicably blasted open.

Its consciousness was still at the moment of launching the attack, but its body had completely collapsed under the attack of [Sisyphus], with blood and feathers flying everywhere, and the scene was extremely tragic.

"Giggle--"

The long-legged owl let out a shrill scream, while [Sisyphus] on the side had a [Mobius strip] under his feet, and then shot out his hand to strangle the opponent's neck.

After the long-legged owl was blown away, the female forensic doctor, who was lying on the floor nauseating and filled with all kinds of thoughts about running a train, felt that her mind became clear for a while, as if a fog was suddenly blown away.

*****

At the same time, in an abandoned black church thousands of kilometers away, dim light spilled through the broken stained glass windows onto the dusty stone floor. The church benches were covered with spider webs.

There are decayed books and broken candles on the wooden pulpit, and the whole space is filled with an old and corrupt atmosphere.

The murals on the walls have become blurry due to age, but you can vaguely see the icons and religious scenes that were once depicted.

On the dome of the church, the remains of the chandelier were crumbling and seemed ready to fall at any moment.

There are five people sitting in the church at this moment. They each occupy different positions and have different expressions.

"ah--"

Suddenly, one of the people's head suddenly exploded, blood splattered everywhere, and then, as if being hit by some unspeakable force, it hit the surrounding wooden benches, breaking several sections of the benches.

Blood and sawdust splattered, and the scene was tragic.

This sudden turn of events immediately shocked the other four people in the church.

"The avatar of Castile was attacked! How is it possible? The panel speed of Castile's avatar is matched with the authority and range of activities. How is it possible that it was hit? Even the Crowned One cannot easily..."

Among the four, a man wearing a San Diego Rockets uniform with a consortium emblem and a Rockets emblem on his shoulders said with a surprised look on his face.

Pfft~

Pfft~

The man lying on the ground had a large dent in his head, from which white bones and looming brain tissue could be seen, and blood was constantly flowing. The scene was extremely horrifying.

However, a man named Castile is still alive.

Castile's head was severely injured, and blood continued to gush from the wound, staining the floor under him red.

His face was distorted by severe pain, and his eyes were blank and out of focus, but he still struggled tenaciously.

His trembling hands reached for his head, trying to relieve the pain.

The "brainless" man's hand trembled and reached toward his head, trying to relieve the pain. His fingertips touched the edge of the cracked skull, and he felt the cold and sharp bone fragments pierce into the skin, accompanied by a sticky

blood flow.

Although his body is on the verge of reaching its limit, Castiel still tries to contact his incarnation of Solomon who is thousands of miles away - [Stolas].

Castiel took a deep breath and tried to concentrate, his consciousness drifting away in the severe pain and confusion. His eyes began to blur, but he forced himself to focus on [Stora] in his mind.

At this moment, he could visualize the long-legged owl thousands of miles away being pinched by a purple-gold stand-in. The scene was so clear that it seemed as if he was very close at hand.

His palms trembled slightly in the air, as if trying to grasp some invisible existence.

As the anxiety and despair in his heart continued to surge, his voice became hoarse and low.

"untie--"

Castiel growled lowly.

Then, he squeezed it with all his strength, and blood flowed out from between his fingers. The bright red blood flowed down his arm, staining the clothes and the ground red.

His eyes became ferocious due to pain, but he still persevered, his consciousness firmly locked on [Stora].

On the other side, when [Sisyphus]'s palms tightly pinched [Story]'s neck, the long-legged owl's eyes flashed with its final struggle and despair.

The purple-gold fist was wrapped in terrifying power, compressing the air so much that no gaps could be seen.

The power of the fist slightly distorted the surrounding space, showing the terror of this power.

Boom——

At that moment, the owl's head and feet suddenly exploded violently, like a flower blooming with flesh and blood.

The feathers were flying in all directions, with a blue-purple light floating in the air.

The splash of flesh and feathers instantly turned into light, and the sound of the explosion sounded like thunder, shaking the entire space.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! The scene was like a slow motion, delicately showing the trajectory of every drop of blood and every feather flying in the air.

Puff puff——

After completing all this, Castile's head continued to spray blood, and the sprayed blood filled the air and dyed the surrounding ground red.

His head was shattered by the violent impact, and white brain and bone fragments could be clearly seen.

His face was pale, his eyes were distracted, and his consciousness was wandering on the edge of pain.

Castile turned his head with difficulty and looked at one of the four people.

The man was dressed in a red monk's costume and held a strange human bone cane in his hand. The texture of the cane seemed to embody the lamentations of countless souls.

What is even more striking is that the hand holding the cane actually has six fingers, and the tips of each finger are filled with mysterious power, as if they are whispering some ancient and mysterious spell.

The surrounding air seemed to become colder, and the figure of the red monk looked particularly solemn and strange in the dim church.

Those deep eyes seemed to be able to penetrate all illusions and see the truth hidden in the darkness.

Castile's consciousness gradually blurred, and his soul seemed to be about to sink into endless darkness.

He struggled, used his last strength, and roared at the man:

"Corinius? P. Bodefei II, save me..."

Castile's voice was hoarse and desperate, as if he was making a last prayer to fate.

However, before he could finish his words, he fell to the ground weakly due to exhaustion of strength, his whole body was as limp as a broken puppet.

Blood continued to gush out from his head, forming a pool of blood on the ground.

Bodfe II, who was wearing a red monk's costume, frowned slightly, obviously very unhappy with the name Castile.

"I have said many times that you should call me the Great Warlock and respect my name... Ya En. Your disrespect really makes me unhappy."

When Red Monk Bade Fei II looked displeased, the members of the San Diego Rockets who had just exclaimed stood up.

He is the captain of Team Rocket and the real person in charge.

Ernest Hayes. Ernest is 2.1 meters tall, with a serious face and determination and calmness shining in his deep eyes.

His figure is tall and mighty, like an unshakable iron tower.

Ernest's eyes were stern, and he walked straight to the red monk, with a hint of threat and unquestionable determination in his tone.

"Your Majesty the Great Warlock, please help Castile. According to your agreement with the consortium, we will help you complete the sacrament of [Flower of Blood and Bone], gather the fourteen holy flesh, and summon the six of Atlantis."

The Holy Spirit of Angels declares [Nine Pillars of Miracles and the March of the Green Sun]. In exchange, you should become one of the consortium’s helpers. Now that someone from the consortium is injured, it is time for you to fulfill your promise and come to help.”

His words were full of style and etiquette, but there was unquestionable pressure hidden behind every word, as if he was reminding the red monk of the promises he had owed and the responsibilities he had not fulfilled.

After listening to the captain's words, the displeasure on the face of the red monk Bodfei II became more obvious.

He turned around slowly and looked sharply at Ernest Hayes.

At this moment, a strange red light flashed in the monk's eyes, as if a blazing flame was beating in his eyes.

He did not immediately respond to Ernest's words, but stared at him deeply. Those eyes were as breathtaking as the abyss, as if they could penetrate all appearances and reach deep into his heart.

The red light flashed in and out of his eyes, making people shudder.

But Bodefei II didn't say much, and just snorted slightly, indicating that he did not fully agree with Ernest's tough attitude.
To be continued...