New Gods of North America

Wayne didn't know much about magic arrays,

but as the saying goes, "a long illness makes a doctor," even if he didn't understand the specific principles, as long as he saw enough of them and didn't die, people would naturally gradually form their own understanding of many things.

Specifically at this moment, Wayne's spiritual intuition suddenly warned him,

and the "flavor" he actually felt didn't seem to quite match the so-called "life" domain.

How should it be described?

It was a bit like tasting spiciness in sugar water. Wayne was certain that the power of the "holy" domain was mixed in, and more specifically, it was very similar to the state of that "Dawn Light" statue before it caused the anomaly.

Inside the basement, it was as if a hurricane had suddenly sprung up. The things inside only seemed to be trembling in place, but even without stepping into the range of the magic array, Wayne felt the extraordinary power in his body being rapidly taken away by the air currents that swept across his skin.

"Don't move! Stop all resistance!"

After issuing the final warning, Wayne saw "Miken Reeves" grinning with his black-water-stained mouth, giving him a grim, silent smile, and raising his hand to fire a shot.

The magic array had already been activated at this time. The mysterious symbols drawn inside were like circuits that had been electrified, and in the simplified lines of his vision, they began to connect with each other to form various lines, sometimes solid and sometimes illusory, sometimes straight and sometimes curved.

Then, they quickly incorporated "Miken Reeves" and those extraordinary materials into it.

"Miken Reeves" was shot in the chest, and then in the center of his forehead, but he still stood there, not even raising his hand to wipe the black blood flowing from the bullet holes:

"This body is very weak, so weak that it can't bear my soul.

"But do you know what the advantage of the weak is? They are often more敏锐 to perceive the arrival of danger, like children who are often bullied, who only need to use their eyes and tone to know whether they should avoid and remain silent as soon as possible.

"His extraordinary ability seems to have been born for this reason. Although he can only perceive it vaguely, your presence is obvious enough, so obvious that I can even perceive when you are thinking of acting."

Seeing the development of things exceeding his expectations, Wayne also understood that he had been "attacked where he must defend."

The routine was simple, but even if Wayne had another chance, his choice probably wouldn't change. All he could do was optimize some of the practices.

Even if it was confirmed afterward that what he heard was a serious piece of false information, it could be used to "eliminate wrong answers" in an emergency.

But with things as they were, Wayne didn't have time to argue with "Miken Reeves." Seeing that he wasn't killed even after a headshot, Wayne quickly jogged along the edge of the magic array, trying to drag Emma out of the sack.

On the other side, Conner also took action when he saw Wayne's movements, rushing towards Damon McQuiddy, who was lying on the other side.

Inside the magic array, it was as if there were huge forces of attraction and repulsion at the same time. The spiritual pressure was like a giant wind constantly blowing outwards, resisting Wayne's entry, but also firmly fixing the parts connected in the "circuit" in place.

Wayne struggled to pull the sack, and the force acting on it seemed to exceed his ability, making it almost impossible to move.

What was strange was that, according to "Miken Reeves," Emma and Damon McQuiddy should have been the "main materials" in the ritual, but at this time, there were not many "lines" connected to them.

Wayne could only treat a dead horse as if it were still alive, firing several shots at the "lines" he saw. The pulling force on the sack seemed to have indeed lessened a bit.

So the remaining demon hunter bullets were all fired into the magic array, some hitting around the sack containing Emma, and some hitting Damon McQuiddy's side.

Emma was also trying to save herself. After she noticed that Wayne couldn't drag the sack by himself, the expression on her small face quickly changed from a smile of rescue to surprise.

Then Wayne saw the little loli's head, like a ball with a golden ponytail, fall off the top of the sack and roll to the wall.

It's no use just dropping your head like that...

Fortunately, after some of the "lines" connecting the two were broken, the force they received in the magic array also decreased sharply.

Pulling the sack on one side and dragging the person on the other, they managed to pull both of these guys out of the range of the magic array.

Wayne had already reacted at this time, busy reloading his gun while also talking to "Miken Reeves," trying to attract his attention:

"The 'sacrifices' and extraordinary materials prepared by you and your accomplices in advance are real, which means that according to your original plan, you were indeed going to launch the so-called 'life transmutation' ritual.

"But after you noticed us coming, you knew that the ritual would definitely be disrupted, so you changed the magic array?"

After the two were dragged out of the coverage area of the magic array, the magic array on the floor still seemed to be running. "Miken Reeves," with bullet holes on his forehead, had already become half-floating under the action of spiritual pressure.

The lines in the magic array connecting "Miken Reeves" and the extraordinary materials were visibly becoming chaotic, looking a bit like a controlled range of thunderstorms.

"Miken Reeves" in the middle of the magic array seemed to be absorbing the spiritual power contained in the extraordinary materials,

and the skin on his body began to crack and fall off piece by piece, revealing the gray-white flesh underneath, and the countless eyes that gradually opened.

"You are very smart. I really had to change my plan temporarily. The birth of a complete life takes time. Since you don't give me this opportunity, then let's welcome danger together. As long as I can survive, I don't mind whether I become a monster."

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Wayne didn't wait for him to completely change shape. He started shooting as soon as he had reloaded enough bullets.

"Miken Reeves'" suspended body began to shrink upwards, part of his body decayed and fell off, and the remaining part gathered into a ball of flesh.

At first, the bullets could still damage some of his flesh, but later it was as if they were hitting clay, and then the bullets would be "squeezed out."

"Tendrils" gradually grew out of the top of the meatball, growing against the trend along the original illusory "lines" to the location of those extraordinary materials in the magic array. The spiritual pressure in the magic array gradually weakened, but Wayne's spiritual intuition's sense of danger gradually increased.

In the end, "Miken Reeves" looked a bit like a pineapple. The main body was a round meatball covered with eyes, and the size seemed to be slightly larger than directly rubbing a person into a ball. Eight tubular tendrils grew out of the top of the "pineapple," extending from the top to the ground, instead supporting the main body in mid-air.

Wayne actually thought it looked more like a 3-meter-high spider, but he felt that Peter might not agree with this aesthetic, so he changed the description slightly.

Unfortunately, even after turning into a gray meatball, "Miken Reeves'" condition still didn't seem very good. The surface of the meatball was almost covered with black and white eyeballs, which were constantly bursting, healing, and reopening in rotation, with black juice dripping sparsely.

Then one of the tendrils stabbed towards Wayne, not too fast. If it were in the detective agency's arena, it would probably be a one-sided beating.

Wayne deftly dodged the attack and fired a shot at the tendril. The tendril was close to the diameter of sugarcane, and the demon hunter bullets could only make holes the size of the caliber on it, but could not break it, and then the holes would quickly heal.

Conner on the other side seemed to be handling it quite easily, jumping away slightly and continuing to drag Damon McQuiddy to the wall.

But "Miken Reeves'" two accomplices were out of luck.

Without leaving the ground at the same time, the eight tendrils could act separately. Another tendril directly "stepped" on the accomplice who was not yet dead during the movement, and then this accomplice's body, like the corpse of another accomplice, quickly flattened like a soup dumpling with a straw inserted into it.

A vibrating, hollow sigh also came from the air:

"Ah... fresh vitality, so delicious."