pjbooks Chapter 174 The Angel is Bleeding
Chapter 174 The Angel is Bleeding
"Blood test?"
Lin Fan followed his mother's gaze and looked up.
Upon closer inspection.
It really is.
Inside those densely packed, transparent pipes, a dark, gurgling liquid was flowing down.
"No wonder it was so dark; the blood drawn was so unhealthy."
Lin Fan curled his lips.
"How severe must the varicose veins and blood clots be to produce this asphalt-like texture?"
Li Xiulan ignored his complaints and stared intently at the hanging culture capsules.
Seeing this, Lin Fan's curiosity was piqued.
What exactly is that thing hanging up there?
"Brother Night Owl."
He nudged the one-eyed man in black next to him.
"Could you go up and bring two down? I want to see what's inside."
Night Owl's lips twitched.
At my age, you call me "big brother"?
But no matter what, calling him "Brother Night Owl" was still very effective for him.
"Alright, then you and your older sister can take a couple of steps back."
As he spoke, Night Owl gripped the straight knife in his other hand and bent his knees slightly.
"Bang!"
He stepped into the metal floor, creating a shallow dent, and then leaped up seven or eight meters into the air.
The next second, a flash of light appeared.
"Swish, swish, swish!"
Several cold glints severed the fleshy pipes and fixing cables connecting the dome.
Three huge, translucent culture capsules fell straight down.
In mid-air, he casually raised his foot and kicked one of the culture capsules in front of Lin Fan and Li Xiulan.
The culture capsule hit the ground with a dull thud, like flesh colliding.
The black liquid inside was splattered all over the floor.
"Well done."
Lin Fan gave Night Owl a thumbs up for his clean and efficient movements.
To be honest, they truly are elites of the Night Elf; their skills are truly impressive...
Before he could give any instructions, the owl that had landed on the ground stepped forward and used the tip of its knife to pry open the sticky membrane on the surface of the culture capsule.
"Sizzle."
As the membrane ruptures.
The black slime inside gushed out with a "whoosh," spreading along the texture of the metal floor.
Immediately afterwards, a pale body was exposed before the three of them.
Lin Fan peeked out and gasped.
He never expected that inside was a creature that looked almost identical to a human.
It was a man. He was quite handsome.
But this guy is in a terrible state right now.
His skin was deathly pale, like a steamed bun that had been soaking in water for three months, completely devoid of color.
The chest rises and falls weakly, with more exhalation than inhalation.
But what's most noticeable is his back.
A pair of huge fleshy wings drooped on the ground.
It had no feathers, was bald, and covered with purplish-black blood vessels.
"Another failure?" Lin Fan pondered, stroking his chin upon seeing these characteristics.
"No."
Li Xiulan, standing to the side, shook her head, her voice unusually solemn.
"This is genuine."
"The real thing?" Lin Fan was taken aback. "What do you mean? You mean this is a real birdman?"
"right."
Li Xiulan nodded, then pointed to the golden patterns at the base of the fleshy wings.
"Although their power has been drained and their blood has been contaminated, the aura of their origin is unmistakable."
As she spoke, she looked up at the dome.
Lin Fan also subconsciously looked up.
Thousands of culture capsules, densely packed together.
"What's hanging up there... is probably all of them."
All of them?
Upon hearing his mother's words, Lin Fan froze on the spot.
Thousands of real angels?
Is it being hung here like cured meat, sizzling and bleeding?
Previously, the three defective beings who descended were regarded as divine messengers by the Papacy.
The truth is, he was actually left hanging there to be bled dry?
This……
It doesn't make any sense no matter how you look at it!
"Holy crap..."
After a long while, Lin Fan finally managed to utter just two words.
If all the things hanging there are angels, then this is a really big problem.
Umbrella Corporation, based in the United States, is a technology company that researches viruses.
The Vatican is a deceptive religious organization.
Could these two completely unrelated forces have actually teamed up to secretly bleed the angels dry behind the world's back?
"Mom, something feels off."
Lin Fan looked at his mother.
"The Vatican is bleeding out angels? Are they insane? Or is it that Umbrella did all this behind the Vatican's back? But this..."
"Umbrella doesn't have that ability."
Before he could finish speaking, Li Xiulan interrupted him.
"Catching one divine messenger is easy, but catching thousands and then quietly hanging them here as blood bags is something no one in the world can do."
"That's the Vatican?" Lin Fan exclaimed in surprise. "Their own people are bleeding each other dry? The Vatican's methods are really something else."
"No, it's not necessarily the Vatican."
Li Xiulan shook her head again, "Those charlatans are disgusting, but they haven't reached that level of depravity in their beliefs."
"Then this..."
Lin Fan was completely dumbfounded.
It wasn't Umbrella, nor the Vatican...
He couldn't believe that anyone else could be so generous.
Night Owl, listening nearby, felt a chill run down his spine.
This is no longer a simple biological mutation. This is tantamount to causing a major upheaval.
"My lord, these angels are still alive." Night Owl patted the face of the angel on the ground with the back of his knife. "Should we...?"
He made a throat-slitting gesture.
Just then.
A strange noise suddenly echoed in Lin Fan's mind.
It's like the "buzzing" sound of an old-fashioned radio when it has no signal.
Immediately afterwards, the giant squid's intermittent consciousness came through.
It smells so good... even better than before... I want to eat it...
Lin Fan felt a sharp pain in his head.
"Eat, eat, eat, all you ever do is eat," Lin Fan cursed inwardly.
But then he thought about it again.
These thousands of angels, though they had no enmity with him, were not exactly allies either.
Regardless of the circumstances, keeping them around will only cause trouble.
Since that's the case... why not... improve the strength of my underlings?
Thinking of this, he immediately looked at his mother.
"Mom, this pool of black blood, and these birdmen, aren't they ticking time bombs if we keep them around?"
Li Xiulan glanced at him and instantly saw through his thoughts: "You want to use them to feed your little brother?"
"Hehe." Lin Fan grinned.
"Hurry up." Li Xiulan took a half step back. "Don't collapse this place."
My mom gave her her approval.
Lin Fan immediately released the mental connection.
"Dinner's ready! Eat as much as you want! Don't eat alone this time, call Xiao Wu too..."
Before he could finish speaking, the temperature in the entire underground hall plummeted.
The space directly above the rotunda began to distort violently.
A black vortex, ten times larger than the one that had appeared in the corridor, slowly tore through the air.
"Boom!"
As the black vortex appeared, the entire underground space began to tremble.
Night Owl quickly steadied himself, gripped the knife with both hands, and warily stared at the sky above.
A chilling, malevolent, and overwhelming spiritual pressure crashed down upon them.
"Whoosh—"
The next moment, a giant dark purple tentacle with a diameter of more than ten meters emerged from the vortex.
Then came the second, the third...
A dozen or so enormous tentacles, like a swarm of snakes, instantly filled the entire dome.
These tentacles are not all the same; some are covered with eyeballs, while others are covered with black scales.
The tentacles, with their millstone-sized suckers and countless rotating compound eyes, were so densely packed that they sent chills down one's spine.
【eat!】
The excited thoughts of Big Crow and Little Crow echoed in Lin Fan's mind at the same time.
A tentacle suddenly wrapped around the half-dead angel on the ground.
With a "pfft".
The suction cup pierced into the flesh.
In less than three seconds, the divine messenger was sucked into a dried-up corpse.
Having tasted the sweetness of success, all the tentacles in the entire hall went completely mad.
More than a dozen tentacles were deployed at the same time.
They grabbed the culture capsule and the divine messenger inside, then pulled it back sharply.
"Crackling and popping!"
The ceiling was crumbling like dumplings falling from the ceiling.
Thousands of culture capsules can be swept away by the tentacles, covering a large area.
Some tentacles even found sucking them up one by one too slow, so they simply rolled dozens of them into a ball of flesh and stuffed it into the unseen abyssal maw deep within the vortex.
"Crunch, crunch—"
The chilling sound of chewing echoed throughout the hall.
This is no longer eating; this is plunder without any moral boundaries.
While Night Owl was horrified, Lin Fan found it all quite fascinating.
Although he had not signed any contract with Da Wu and Xiao Wu, through their previous spiritual bondage and communication, he could clearly sense that these two had completely become his pets.
"With that kind of eating style, she'd definitely go viral if she did a mukbang outside."
Less than five minutes.
The thousands of divine messengers on the dome were cleaned up completely.
Not even a single securing cable was left.
Dozens of tentacles, still seemingly unsatisfied, all pointed in unison at the enormous pool of black blood in the center of the hall.