pertwk Chapter 141 Is our son born with this talent?
Chapter 141 Is our son born with this talent?
Lin Fan poured it out very cleanly.
It was like a suspension bridge whose cables had been cut, leaning straight back.
Blood gushed out of his neck like free tap water, instantly staining his chest and drawing a tragic yet horrifying arc in the air.
But there was no sign of pain on his face.
Instead, he wore a strange smile.
However, as he fell backward, he slowly raised his right hand in front of everyone.
The four fingers curled up.
Only the middle, slender finger stood upright, pointing straight to the sky and also to the five dumbfounded old men opposite him.
That gesture was so perfect it could be included as an illustration in a textbook.
It is filled with the purest and most extreme feelings towards this world and towards the enemy before us...
despise.
"Fuck you..."
At the same time, he opened his mouth, and although he didn't make a sound, the elderly men opposite him all understood his lip movements.
boom!
A muffled thud.
Lin Fan crashed heavily to the ground, but the raised middle finger remained stubbornly upright, like an unyielding monument.
A deathly silence.
The five elders of the tribunal were like a scene frozen in time, their eyes wide and mouths slightly agape, their expressions as varied as if they had just swallowed a dead fly.
"this……"
The old man holding the black book had his eyes twitching violently.
He lived for over a hundred years and had seen people begging for mercy, fighting desperately, and running away.
I've never seen anything like this before...
He'd stab himself to death over the slightest disagreement!
Moreover, what does that gesture mean?
Is this meant to humiliate them?
"Madmen...this whole family are madmen!"
The one-armed old man gritted his teeth, looking at Lin Fan lying lifeless on the ground, and a strange chill rose in his heart.
however.
Before they could even recover from the absurd shock...
The surroundings have begun to change.
call--
The wind, which had been still, suddenly started to move.
But the wind wasn't blowing; it seemed to be seeping out from under the ground.
And the wind also carried a nauseating smell of sulfur.
And... the smell of decay.
"What happened?"
The old man leading the group felt a sudden alarm bell ring in his mind and abruptly looked around.
The once sunny parking lot now seemed to be coated with a visible filter.
The sky darkened.
It's not the darkness of dark clouds obscuring the sun.
Instead, it was a dull, oppressive, rusty dark red.
sizzle...
Just as the group was in shock, the asphalt beneath their feet began to bubble and soften...
Then, as if it had undergone thousands of years of weathering, it quickly dried, cracked, peeled off, and turned into dust that filled the sky.
What was revealed below was... a scorching hot, charred metal floor.
Cars, streetlights, walls in the distance...
At this moment, all man-made objects began a terrifying "molting".
The paint is peeling and the metal is corroded.
Those once glamorous products of modern civilization have turned into ruins in the blink of an eye.
A wave of scorching heat, mixed with ash, rushed towards us.
"This...this is..."
The old man holding the lightsaber had the lightsaber flickering on and off, as if he was being suppressed by something.
He looked around in terror, his voice trembling.
"This...this is the world that kid summoned before? No...no, that's not right!"
He quickly dismissed his guess.
Although he had never seen what Lin Fan's inner world was like, the transformation before his eyes at this moment gave him a familiar feeling.
Moreover, this aura made those of them who dealt with "heretics" every day tremble from the depths of their souls.
At this moment.
Although Lin Fan, who was lying on the ground, had lost consciousness and was now in darkness, it was as if a long-sealed door had been opened in his mind.
That wasn't a skill granted by the system.
It's an instinct.
An instinct etched deep within the soul.
Since you're Western charlatans, it's not too much for me to give you some local specialties from my hometown, is it?
With the final fluctuation of Lin Fan's will.
Boom!!!
The whole world seemed to be violently torn apart by an invisible hand.
Suddenly, terrifying creatures crawled out of the previously empty void.
Some of them have heads that are only half-full, with their brains exposed, and they emit strange hissing noises.
Some of them have no limbs and look like a wriggling lump of flesh covered with countless eyes.
Others have wings on their backs, but they are not the wings of angels; instead, they are wings like those of bats, covered with fleshy membranes and barbs, with claws and teeth as sharp as knives.
As soon as these monsters appeared, they greedily sniffed the "holy light" aura in the air that they both loathed and craved.
That was the aura of the five judges.
In this world filled with death and decay, the five of them were like five searchlights in the night, so bright they were blinding, so bright they were courting death.
"Hell...?!"
Only then did the old man holding the black book suddenly wake up.
No wonder,
No wonder the scene before him felt so familiar.
Isn't this exactly the hell they mention in their scriptures?
only……
How could such a place possibly exist in reality?
For a moment, he couldn't tell whether he was in the human world or hell. His entire face turned ashen, and his eyes were filled with unbelievable fear.
"That's impossible!"
"This is the place of exile described in the Bible...it's purgatory!"
"How...how could he possibly summon something like that?!"
"Isn't he an Eastern superhuman?!"
Even if it's cross-server matchmaking, shouldn't there be some logic to it?
However, those monsters don't reason with them.
"roar--!!!"
Accompanied by a piercing shriek.
A gigantic demonic hound, its body dripping with lava, emerged from the crack in the ground.
It had three heads, each dripping with foul-smelling saliva, and six scarlet eyes staring intently at the five black-robed elders.
Followed by.
The second one, the third one...
Countless bizarre hellish creatures surged in from all directions, surrounding the five people.
This place is no longer a parking lot; it's more like an entrance to hell.
"Protect me!!!"
The old man in the lead let out a shrill scream, and without caring about his manners, picked up the black book and shrank back to the center.
"Holy Light Protects You!"
"Exorcism Array!"
"Damn it, the rules here can actually suppress holy light!"
The five of them hurriedly formed a battle formation. They, who could have acted arrogantly in front of Lin Jianguo, were now like sheep that had strayed into a pack of wolves.
Meanwhile, within the spatial barrier not far away.
Looking at the scene before him, which resembled an apocalyptic movie, Lin Jianguo subconsciously swallowed and silently withdrew the hand that you were about to reach out to try.
He turned his head and glanced at Li Xiulan, whose face remained calm.
"Wife..."
"Our son..."
"Was this something you were born for?"