pjbooks Chapter 228 Servant of the Outer God?
Chapter 228 Servant of the Outer God?
Nevada secret base, isolation zone corridor.
The incandescent bulb emitted a crackling sound as it switched on and off.
Lin Fan, controlling King Paul VI's body, slowly walked out of the room.
In an instant, the pungent smell of blood filled the nostrils.
"The power outage, the flickering lights, and the smell of these substandard blood packs."
Lin Fan mentally complained as he walked.
"You know what, this really does fit the US's three-piece terror mantra. Is the next step to a surprise attack?"
As if to confirm his complaint, just as he finished speaking, a piercing metallic scraping sound came from the ventilation duct above his head.
"Bang!"
The next moment, the ventilation grille of the duct in front was kicked away with tremendous force and slammed down at his feet. Then, a blood-covered figure hung upside down from the ceiling.
It was Jack, the security guard who died in the autopsy room.
At this moment, Jack's limbs were twisted backward in an extremely contorted position, his fingernails grew long and dug deep into the metal ceiling panel. On his pale face, the corners of his mouth stretched all the way to his ears, revealing an extremely horrifying smile.
"Giggle giggle..."
Jack made a strange, bellows-like sound in his throat, suddenly released his grip, and lunged directly at Lin Fan's face.
For an ordinary person, this would definitely cause their heart to stop.
But who is Lin Fan? He's the master of creating disasters and horrors.
He merely raised an eyelid when faced with this small Karami.
"this one?"
He looked disdainful and didn't even bother to dodge.
Although Paul VI was old and frail, he was still a pope and his physical condition was still quite good.
With a thought, Lin Fan mobilized the remaining holy light power within his body, simultaneously mixing it with the mental pressure from the Great Crow attached to his eyeballs. He raised his right hand, and just like that thing, slapped it across the face.
"Snapped!"
A crisp slap echoed down the corridor.
Jack didn't even have time to scream before he was sent flying by the force of the blow, crashing hard into the wall.
The sound of bones breaking rang out.
Jack slid down the wall to the ground, twitched twice, and then lay still.
And that face that originally had a strange smile was slapped ninety degrees by his basic attack.
"Falifusa." Lin Fan shook Paul VI's slightly numb hand. "I thought he was something special."
As he spoke, he stepped over Jack's body and continued walking forward, following the scent of blood.
Soon, he arrived at dissection room number three, the door of which was ajar.
With the incandescent light flickering on and off, a faint red glow could be seen seeping through the crack in the door.
Without the slightest hesitation, he kicked the door open.
The sudden impact startled the figure inside, and also allowed him to see the scene inside the dissection room.
A very complex dark red blood array was drawn on the ground, and the lines were still writhing.
In the center of the blood array stood Subject Number Five, whose muscles were grayish-black.
Next to Subject Five, the corpses of David and Tom were kneeling.
Startled by the sudden sound of the door being kicked open, Subject Number Five was now staring at Lin Fan with its completely black eyes, except for the scarlet pupils.
For a moment, I was a little confused as to how this person dared to come here.
"mortal."
It wasn't until several seconds later that Subject No. 5 spoke.
The voice had a metallic, hoarse quality, neither male nor female.
"You shouldn't be here. The great descent ceremony must not be disturbed."
Faced with this situation, Lin Fan wasn't too nervous. Instead, he crossed his arms and leaned against the door frame.
"Wait, what era are we living in? Why are we still using such an old-fashioned opening line?"
Lin Fan, despite having the aged face of King Paul VI, spoke in an extremely irritating tone.
"I just don't understand, can't you cult members come up with some new terms? Can't you keep up with the times?"
"They always talk about being ordinary people, as if your ethnicity is listed as a deity on your household registration."
Subject Five was stunned, somewhat unable to understand Lin Fan's Chinese-style humor.
It simply felt that the old man's reaction was completely unexpected.
Faced with such a supernatural and terrifying scene, shouldn't normal humans scream, run away, or wet their pants in fear?
But why is this old man starting to comment?
"You are special."
Subject Five looked Lin Fan up and down, then suddenly his scarlet pupils contracted slightly.
"No, there's an aura within your body that I find both repulsive and frightening."
"fear?"
Lin Fan walked over, pulled up a chair, and sat down.
"Don't overthink it, I'm just passing by. You guys continue, I'll just watch, just pretend I don't exist."
Subject 5: ? ? ? ? ?
Lin Fan's words completely baffled Subject Five.
He looked at the old man sitting in the chair with his legs crossed and felt as if he had been offended. Suddenly, a violent glint flashed in his eyes.
"Ignorant web crawler!"
Subject Five raised his hand, and the blood array on the ground shone brightly with red light.
"I am a servant of the Outer God! I was ordered to establish coordinates here to welcome the arrival of our great master! How dare you face me with such an attitude?"
"Servants of Outer Gods?"
Lin Fan stroked his chin.
"So, you're not that Soldier Number Five anymore? Is this possession, or body snatching?"
Subject Five sneered:
"This body is merely a vessel. Those foolish humans attempted to control a power they couldn't even comprehend. They opened the door willingly, and I followed suit."
Lin Fan nodded, indicating his understanding.
The US is courting disaster; this is standard practice.
"So, who do you plan to summon?"
Lin Fan asked casually, his tone as if he were asking what he wanted for lunch.
"You outer gods, your names are usually quite long, aren't they?"
Upon hearing his question, the fifth test subject seemed bewitched—no, it wasn't even a human being to begin with.
Then it opened its arms and became extremely fanatical.
"Tremble, mortals! What is about to descend upon us is the source of all things, the offspring of endless chaos!"
"The great Upo Sasla!"
The red light in the dissection room flickered a few times as he shouted.
A cold, chaotic aura emanated from the blood array.
Lin Fan sat in the chair and picked at his ear.
"Upo...what?" Lin Fan frowned.
"Upo Sasla".
"What Sassla?"
"Upo Sasla"
"Upossas what?"
"..."
Subject Five's fanatical expression froze on his face, feeling as if this mortal was doing it on purpose.
It stared intently at Lin Fan, and the black mist around it began to churn violently.
"How dare you blaspheme the name of such a great man!"
Subject Five roared, and the metal floor beneath his feet instantly caved in.
He charged towards Lin Fan like a cannonball, his dark fist aimed straight for Lin Fan's head.
Lin Fan remained seated in his chair.
Just as the fist was about to hit him.
Lin Fan's right eye suddenly widened.
A pure spiritual pressure belonging to the Great Black Crow, following Lin Fan's will, bombarded the mind of Experiment Subject No. 5 without reservation.
"Buzz!"
Subject Five felt as if a nuclear bomb had been shoved into his brain.
His forward momentum abruptly halted, and he knelt upright before Lin Fan, clutching his head tightly with both hands, letting out a painful roar.
"Ahhhhh!"
Black mist surged wildly across his body, attempting to resist the mental impact.
Lin Fan looked down at Subject No. 5 kneeling on the ground and sighed.
"I already told you I was just watching, but you insisted on taking action."
Lin Fan stood up and dusted off his clothes.
"I'm using someone else's body; it would be a huge hassle if I damaged it."
Subject Five struggled to lift his head, his scarlet eyes filled with terror.
"Who...who are you?"
This spiritual power is even at a higher level than his! What kind of monster is hidden inside this seemingly frail old man?
"Me?" Lin Fan smiled. "You can call me Passerby A."