MTL - I Created Mythic Revival-Chapter 59 sanity and madness

No one knew what it was. It had a pale body like a giant frog without eyes, a wide mouth and clawed hands. What should have been the nose had a cluster of short pink tentacles.

The moment he saw this strange creature, even with the sheriff's tenacious will, he felt that his reason was quickly leaving him.

boom!

But just as his legs were trembling and the hand holding the gun was shaking unconsciously, a gunshot suddenly came from his ear.

The muffled sound of the explosion made the sheriff reluctantly recover a little sanity, but before he could make other moves, more than 20 gunshots rang out, just like the voice of the soul, and finally let his sight escape. The terrifying monster in front of you.

Turning his head to look, the twenty or so policemen who were still alive just now had turned into corpses.

Each of them was blasted out of their heads by their own guns, and some of them were beyond recognition, but because they were too familiar, the sheriff could still barely recognize who these people were.

And because of this, the fear is more real.

He didn't dare to look back, and didn't even dare to stay for a second longer. With heavy steps, the sheriff slowly walked in the direction he came from, and his speed became faster and faster until he started running, screaming...

And the eyes of those kneeling believers obviously became abnormal, only the old man at the head was still fanatical.

At this moment, Lu Chen's body was suspended in mid-air, and he was quietly watching the director's farther and farther back.

Inertness accounts for a large part of human nature. A battery full of inertness without pressure is only a defective product after all.

So, they need to be spurred.

And the darkness that cannot be resisted by conventional power is the most ferocious whip, it will easily squeeze out the potential of most people.

Let them work harder to cultivate, let them believe more devoutly...

But before that, darkness also needs to spread.

In Lu Chen's original plan, this seed should have been planted by him later, but now, since someone has set up the stage, he will save some trouble.

As for the creation under his feet, Lu Chen never paid attention to it.

It's just a seed...

When the stream is opened, it will be watered and grown.

And his sickle is already behind him, ready to welcome the harvest season.

However, there is one more thing to do now...

…

Art has been a police officer for more than 30 years, and a sheriff for more than 20 years. He has encountered countless bizarre and bizarre cases, but he has never been as frightened as he is today.

He didn't even know how he got back to the police station, but after seeing the familiar and safe environment, he fell asleep.

This time his sleep was not stable, because he had a dream, a not very good dream...

In a dream, Att saw a huge lonely city built by piles of boulders in Phosphorus. The towering stone pillars covered with green mucus were filled with strange and inexplicable evil thoughts and evil spirits.

Looking up, the endless high walls were deeply covered by hieroglyphs, and from the unfathomable places under the feet, there were sections of chaotic sounds that were almost unpronounceable.

This voice, he remembered, he remembered...

That indescribable terrifying white monster!

The other party suddenly appeared in his dream, in front of him!

That kind of truth is enough to break the barriers between dreams and reality!

In the end, Art woke up from the nightmare, and his clothes were already wet with cold sweat.

In front of him is the frightened wife, and on the side, there is the director who came to visit.

At this moment, Att, who stared at his frightened eyes, obviously frightened them.

"Att, what's wrong with you?"

"fine…"

In the face of his wife's concern, Art just shook his head when he came back to his senses. Speaking of such a bizarre thing beyond the scope of understanding will only make the other party more worried.

Then he looked at the director who was hesitant to say anything. He naturally understood what the other party wanted to ask, and also understood that he couldn't give a decent explanation at all, so he could only choose to tell the truth.

But before that, he took away his wife.

When there were only two people left in the room, Art began to tell the terrifying vision that he would never forget in his life.

In the quiet room, time passed quietly. When Art finished saying everything as it was, he thought he would be ridiculed and questioned. After all, these things sounded too absurd.

But at this time, the director frowned, and his expression looked a little serious.

The atmosphere suddenly became silent, and it wasn't until after a while that Art heard the director's sigh:

"If it was before today, I would definitely not have believed your nonsense, but now, at least I do."

Seeing the doubts on Art's face, the director continued to explain:

"There's something you probably don't know yet. Just this morning, when you were in a coma, a terrifying massacre spread throughout the city.

The gathering place of a group of hooligans, in just one night, blood flowed into rivers, and all the deceased were headed and shattered to pieces. The cruelty of com far exceeds all the vicious cases that our region has ever seen, the horror..."

Having said that, the director stopped, took out a dozen photos from his pocket, and threw them to Art:

"You'd better see for yourself. I still have something to do. I'll go first."

Then the director left the ward. Before leaving, he did not forget to leave a sentence:

"When you're healthy, come to the police station to report quickly. Without you, I can't do it alone."

When the door of the ward was closed, Art also picked up those photos curiously, and when he saw the indescribable and torn corpses in the photos, he realized what the director just meant.

This horrific atrocity is definitely not done by ordinary human beings. In the photo, everyone was strangled and torn apart in an extremely cruel way, and their stomachs were ripped open, as if they had died of some kind of malicious torture and curse. After cutting it off, the remaining white bones swayed and collided in the cold wind, as if they were smashed by a shrewd butcher with one knife and one knife!

After looking at those photos, Art fell ill completely in the following days. Every night, he would wake up in nightmares.

Again and again, constantly reincarnating.

The originally strong will was quickly worn away in the process, until it was on the verge of collapse.

He didn't know when this endless madness would dissipate, and how did the cold reality arise!

Until one day late at night, Art couldn't bear the fear of looking directly into the abyss. While his wife was sleeping, he took out the revolver under the pillow tremblingly.

Now, the only thing he can do is to use a bullet against his head to reach the land of annihilation.

Maybe that day, he should have done it...