[Comprehensive British and American] Humanoid weapons

For Little Kirk, dreaming is a very rare and rare thing. After all, when he was in Hydra, he spent most of his time in experiments or freezing, except for accepting and sending out tasks every day.

At that time, his consciousness hadn't even awakened, so naturally he couldn't talk about the so-called dreaming.

The dreaming didn't start until after returning to Wayne Manor.

At that time, most of Kirk's dreams were attached to other people's bodies, and the subject of the dreams was not himself. He existed more like a bystander, experiencing other people's affairs and feeling other people's emotions.

But this time the dream was a little different.

This time, it was rare for him not to be in someone else's body as soon as he entered the dream. The moment he appeared in the dream this time, he was quite aware of his current state.

— This is his own dream.

It may seem strange to say this, but the subject of this dream is indeed young Kirk himself, at least as far as he feels.

Xiaotuanzi stood on the ground, quietly watching the scene in the dream.

Presented in front of him was a very strange corridor, long and invisible. The walls were all painted with the most primitive white paint, as if there were children drawing pictures, very strange graffiti with a pen A lot of black lines appeared, messy and disorderly following the corridor.

In addition to these lines, there are many eyes drawn with black strokes on the wall, which is the most simplified version, and the pupils present a very strange cone shape.

When Little Kirk stood in the corridor, he could feel something in these pupils looking at him.

To be honest, it wasn't a very good experience, but for some reason, little Kirk didn't feel any obvious discomfort, as if those pupils were part of his manipulation, as long as he wanted, this kind of peeping The feeling can go away in an instant.

The little dumpling stood quietly for a while at the beginning of the dream, and waited until he could see almost the surrounding situation clearly, then slowly walked forward along the corridor.

—he felt something calling him at the end of the corridor.

It's just a call, he can choose to accept it, or he can choose not to accept it.

Little Kirk actually didn't want to accept it at first, but Naihe's strong will was too obvious, which inevitably made Little Kirk shaken a little.

This little dumpling vaguely felt that those people who prayed and called him on the opposite side could bring him some unexpected benefits.

……

At this time, on the other side of Bludhaven, a strange ceremony was going on silently.

If someone who knew everything was here, he would probably be able to recognize immediately that this was the man in the hood who found Dick's trail to the factory and was reported that day.

At this time, he was standing in the middle of a group of people, silently looking at the open space in the middle that was vacated by everyone.

In the open space, stood a man who looked inexplicably thin.

This picture is really weird. After all, the man's skin looks fresh. Judging from the activity of the cells on the skin, it can be seen that this guy has just died for less than a minute, and his face is full of horror. The expression, the body seems to be drained, the skin is pale and bloodless.

And the complete opposite of this man is the disappointment and fanaticism on the faces of those around.

Of course, the man with the hood must be excluded from these people.

After all, his face was hidden under the hood from the beginning, and his expression could not be seen clearly at all.

But it was obvious that he was aware of the man's death and was not satisfied.

Because just after he stared at the dead man carefully for a few seconds, the hooded man raised his hand that was not holding a book, and casually pointed at another man in the crowd.

"come here."

He said so.

The man who was targeted obviously knew what would happen to him next, but he didn't resist at all. On the contrary, the frenzy on his face was more obvious, and he walked away without hesitation almost the moment he was targeted. out.

The man who turned into a mummy lying on the ground had been dragged away by the surrounding people after death, and was randomly thrown in the corner like garbage, and the man who was targeted stood at the place where the original man died .

He knew his end. After all, as a believer, he had participated in such a ceremony not once or twice, and this man knew better than anyone what his end would be when he stood there.

But he didn't have the slightest fear. After being hit, he didn't even have panic or fear in his heart. He just knelt on the ground in a sacrificial posture, and his raised eyes were fixed on the hooded man. .

Those eyes were full of fanaticism.

Confusion and extreme excitement filled his heart, all he had now was that trembling joy, as if what he was about to face in the next second was not death, but something extremely sacred.

This kind of crazy emotion dominated this man, making him listen to the incantation that made people feel chills from the bottom of his heart from the moment he knelt down without a trace of resistance.

The hooded man's voice was ugly, but he had to admit that when he was chanting these spells, there was a little other rhythm in that voice.

And as his chanting became longer and longer, the man kneeling on the ground began to undergo some other changes.

At first, his gaze was fanatical and obsessed, and then gradually with the sound of chanting, his expression began to show a kind of confusion, and then he seemed to see some frightening scene, his expression gradually frightened, and then What came next was his unscientific shriveled body.

This man's body type is a bit fat, his muscles are not obvious, but there are probably some. At this time, he is like a balloon that has been drained of water, and begins to shrivel up at a terrifying speed.

And around him, something like a red magic circle began to faintly light up.

If someone from the magic side is watching here, they can probably tell that this should belong to a kind of summoning array, or the ancient summoning array.

The call of this kind of formation is not strong, it is not like an ordinary call in itself, but more like a kind of prayer, a way for believers to pray for God to come down, whether to respond to this call depends on the person being summoned on the opposite side. The meaning of the summoner is that if the other party does not want to respond, the summoning will be directly interrupted and fail.

— This is an unequal calling, very unequal.

The man in the hood had failed many times before, and he had used countless sacrifices, but also because of this inequality, almost all the sacrifices were like the shriveled man before, turning into blood after being drained of blood. Become a useless waste product, become a failed experience.

Originally, if there were no accidents, this man's fate would most likely be the same as the last one's. He was rejected when he was about to succeed in the summoning, and then died worthlessly as an abandoned sacrifice.

But obviously, something is a little different from the last summoning.

While the man was wailing and shriveled, the surrounding red summoning circles that should have disappeared with the man's death not only did not disappear, but began to become brighter in a very unreasonable way.

And the blood in the body of those clean men who should have disappeared as a failure of the summoning gushed out from the shriveled man's body in a very unbelievable way, and then crawled all over the place where the red summoning circle was written. The line, and replaced it the moment the red summoning array disappeared.

Then a strange sound spread to the ears of everyone present.

Although everyone present had never seen the real success of the summoning array, they all realized the success of the summoning at the moment the voice appeared.

—God answered their prayers.

All who realized this were all fanatical.

Even the man in the hood, who seemed calm all the time, inevitably held the book a little tighter.

……

Little Kirk walked in the long corridor for a long time. He didn't know why he walked like this, but instinctively felt that this scene made him inexplicably comfortable.

The messy pencil drawings around him became more and more darker and more messy as he walked longer.

Those eyes that were originally separated from the lines began to increase in number as Kirk walked around, and gradually merged with the lines.

This, coupled with the depressing corridors, the long and unfocused road, is simply like a kind of mental pollution. If someone else comes here, I am afraid that it will not take long for them to go completely crazy.

But Little Kirk didn't feel that way. Not only did he not feel oppressed or uncomfortable, but he felt indescribably comfortable, just like this kind of environment, this kind of spiritual pollution is a part of himself, and it can't hurt at all. he.

Very comfortable, very comfortable.

And this comfortable feeling, after he felt some kind of prayer, paused for a moment.

Little Kirk followed his intuition and looked to his left.

——On the wall directly to his left, in a mess of chaotic lines, a very inconspicuous eye is silently turning red.

The feeling of prying eyes was slightly more obvious than other eyes, but for some reason, it somehow made little Kirk feel a little happy.

He sensed a certain longing in it.

Maybe it's boring, maybe it's something else.

Little Kirk stopped his steps and reached out to touch the slightly red eyes.

Then, a very strange suction came out of the eyes, and Little Kirk was sucked in the next second, and disappeared into the corridor.

And when this little dumpling opened his eyes again and could see the surroundings, the surrounding environment had completely changed.

He was standing in a dark place right now, surrounded by a group of people, facing him was a man with a book and a hood.

At this moment, he was staring at himself, the gaze under the hood was so strong that it made people feel extremely uncomfortable.

Little Kirk hadn't been able to figure out what was going on, and then he heard the particularly ugly and hoarse voice of the man in the hood suddenly amplified at a certain time.

There was surprise and a certain kind of disappointment in that tone.

"who are you!?"

The author has something to say:

One update is coming!There will be two and three updates later~

And, I found that some babies asked about saving manuscripts and adding updates~Let’s talk about it together.

There is nothing to save the manuscript. My hand speed is too slow, and Riwan can’t save the manuscript at all. All the updates are coded on the spot. Sometimes, if the coding speed is slower, there will be three chapters that are not published at the same time. , but intermittently issued this situation.

Then, because the code word speed is relatively slow, under normal circumstances, I spend all night, and then finish coding around [-]:[-] in the morning (sometimes as early as [-]:[-]), and then get ready to go to bed after coding (yes, that’s right, The work and rest are so chaotic), so there should be no additional changes after ten thousand days. After all, the time is really tight, and I have to take online classes after a while, so the time will be even less.

I can only take advantage of the fact that I am on vacation and have relatively more time, and then work overtime every day.

The future is not certain, after all, there will be more class thieves in the next semester, so I can only say that I will try my best to learn more.

But generally, I will say in advance if I add more updates, and then tell everyone when it will be released. If I don’t say anything, the chance of adding updates is equal to zero, unless I have something to do, and suddenly it disappears, and then I have time to climb up and code words. It’s possible... …

And that's all~ Thank you for supporting my babies!Chirp one by one!