The Devil’s Cage Chapter 13: Far away. Arrival

At the moment both eyes opened on the head, a strong wind circulated in the basement.

Candles, oil lamps, and even the electric lights of Unique/only are extinguished.

The entire basement has fallen into darkness.

Only two points of scarlet bloomed with a terrible light.

That's... both eyes in the head!

"Be careful!"

The change made John startled, but it didn’t make the police chief frightened. He pulled out his flintlock revolver and shot at the head, while pulling the old nun behind.

John has not forgotten that he promised Reed to protect the old nun.

However, things are somewhat unexpected.

Boom!

Boom!

Three consecutive shots hit the brows of the head.

Although the surroundings are dark, the light of the head both eyes gives the best illumination to John, just like a'directing light'.

It's just that the head is unscathed!

The bullet hits on top, except for a few points of sparks splash, it is useless.

On the contrary, a cold sensation came from his hands and quickly hit the whole body.

Not the palm of the gun!

Yes... holding the old nun's palm.

"Is it?!"

The bad guess of heart makes the John unconsciously let go.

But he held the old nun's hand as if it was glued with strong glue, and he couldn't let it go anyway.

And that icy cold is getting into the bone marrow.

With the cold came a smooth, greasy liquid flowing down the neck, without touching it. With the experience of the police and the smelly smell, he was able to tell that it was blood.

Then the head appeared in front of John.

The necks intersect, and the eyes are opposite.

It looks extremely intimate.

But if you can choose, John will never choose such an action.

Even the owner of this skull was extremely young and beautiful during his lifetime.

But there is only one head left, which is still swollen in the blood, so no one can face him.

At the same time, a question appeared in the mind of John.

Where did Sister Mony go?

It seems to be able to see the doubts of John, and his head shows an unsightly smile, slightly offset, giving enough vision.

At once, John saw the old nun.

The old nun who was beaten in the head and fell into the pool of blood.

"This?!"

John is stunned.

Even as police chief, with experience that ordinary people do not have, dealt with many fierce and vicious guys, but the scene in front of him still caused a great impact on John.

He actually killed the person he wanted to protect? !

How is this possible? !

The impact makes John uneasy and his body shakes.

And when the old nun who fell in the pool of blood climbed up from the ground, John was like Thunder Strike, opened his mouth in the face, exposed his sharp teeth, and bit his head into his throat Became blind.

Poof!

Blood sprayed out.

Pain spreads to the brain.

John instinctively touched his throat.

When his finger touched the skin between his neck, the light was on!

Candle, oil lamp and electric lamp are on at the same time!

The entire basement is full of light.

That box is still a box.

The body inside the box is still the body.

The head is fixed there. Although both eyes is opened, it is of ordinary color, not scarlet.

The old nun prayed in a low voice, with a faint white light shining on her body.

"Benevolent Bernard, your glory protects your believers!"

"Benevolent Bernadette, your glory protects innocent people!"

......

Looking at the white light, John quickly felt the inner peace.

But what has just happened in my mind is becoming clearer.

"Just what happened?"

When the old nun's prayers stopped, John could not wait to ask.

Even if I have seen the inhuman power shown by Guntherson in the sewer, the scene before me is more memorable.

The wave of gold is undoubtedly terrible.

But the moving body is even more terrifying.

Death is essentially the same.

The fear that can be brought about by death is different, especially when it is related to corpses and the like, the fear will be magnified many times.

"The wander caused by the restless soul."

"But..."

The old nun stopped talking.

"What is it?"

John asked.

"It is impossible for the general soul to form such a force, and..."

The old nun's words stopped again.

This makes John more anxious.

"Can you finish Sister Mony in one go?"

"I don't think hanging people's appetite is what a nun should do!"

John said so.

I can see what happened just now. Even if I bathed the radiance of the old nun in prayer, the police chief was deeply disturbed, otherwise I would not use such a joke of hope to relax.

"Yes..."

The old nun's words stopped again.

This time, it was not Sister Mony's own wishes, but another change occurred.

It's not the corpse where the soul in the box is resting.

It's a little further away, in a few simple metal cabinets.

Where is this?

The morgue of the police station.

What is the most important thing in the morgue?

The body.

The answer is obvious.

However, when I heard the knocking sound of ‘dang, ding’ whispering in my ear, John, police chief, never felt disgusted with the morgue as it is now.

"Nun, what shall we do?"

Looking at the constantly shaking metal cabinet, John of handgun raised his hand and asked anxiously.

John knew that handgun was useless against these things, but what he could call a weapon was handgun.

The old nun did not answer, but prayed again.

This time the prayer is more confirmed than before.

Not only did they kneel to the ground, but the old nun also painted a pair of drawing on the ground.

From a spectator's perspective, John roughly distinguished that the painting was a round of sun that had just emerged from the horizon, and the sun was shining on the fields, rivers, and hillsides.

"Benevolent Bernadette, please indicate the way to the lost soul..."

In the sound of prayer, the drawing on the ground and the old nun were shrouded in light.

The impact of the tin cabinet has not disappeared.

Instead...

It became louder and louder.

After all, Gods is long gone.

How can they guide the lost soul?

"Sister Mony, we need to leave!"

John looked at the metal cabinet that had been severely distorted, as if he saw the body that would be thrown out in the next moment, and he could not help pulling up the old nun.

The prayers stopped abruptly.

The old nun is in pain.

There is nothing more unacceptable than the scene before her.

The once great Lord of Dawn, but now even a few lost souls can’t appease...

Although not for the first time.

But every time the old nun felt desperate.

The superposition of first floor and first floor.

It appears again and again.

Like abyss.

Boom!

The overwhelmed metal cabinet broke in another impact.

Three corpses crawled out of it, with a low roar, like wild beast generally rushing towards the old nun, police chief.

Without hesitation, police chief once again blocked the old nun behind~IndoMTL.com~ raised the gun in his hand.

Even if he knew it was useless, he would not sit still.

However, police chief did not pull the trigger.

Because, a figure blocked him.

With a touch of lightness, but with the brilliance of qualitative.

At the same time, drawing on the ground suddenly lights up.

That's ten times and one hundred times more light than before.

After being touched by this light, the corpses slammed to the ground and showed no signs of activity.

Everything has subsided in the morgue.

All that is left is the light that covers up all the light.

Gentle and tough, unyielding, like Dawn.

"Child of God?!"