Chapter 189: Shadow of Fear (5)

The world in front of me shone, accompanied by the sky and the earth, this was the place where Parker was first trained as a Wendigor.
The blood worshipper's body lay on a broken stone pillar and turned into a red tree. The twisted rhizome carried a river-like scarlet and rolled through the cracking floor.
A waterfall-like illusion flows over reality, the school of fish jumps over the crushed cloud, Parker wants to stay there, back to the place that will always exist in his memory, back to when he was a little boy , Back to the time when the world felt so infinite and full of miracles.
He stretched out his hand, feeling the reeds growing in the cold stone river, and the insect-like birds flying over the sky that he somehow could see through the clouds of smoke, as if the roaring wind and the thundering cloud were another space. Something, and in reality, there is blood flowing down his head.
He walked forward, most of the people present were dead, but this no longer makes any sense, in fact, they have already become ghosts.
The material of Hanan boils through the fissures of this world, dragging Parker into a vortex of emotional origin.
He was full of regret, then worry, then love, each was so powerful that he was just a passage for them, someone who was hollowed out because of Hanan.
More memories poured in, he received his father’s eyes glowing with pride when he was first appointed, and the sadness in his mother’s eyes when he learned that his son had fallen into the bright red way.
Furious mind, greedy vacuum, hungry nihility, he has always known that these will one day devour him, in Hanan they are as real as the mountains of Silent Hill.
The red mirror broke, screaming and pouring out, throwing the corpses of the believers away.
"eternal……"
He used his own soul, not his eyes, to see a huge amount of rushing face—over the towering mountains of passion and tumble, across the sea of ​​sorrow, through the cave of misery, and reached the boundlessness under the pouring of the poison of anger place.
Hatred is a distant sky, suffocating ups and downs on the vast ocean.
Love is a sun.
Peeling off the skin of the wind represents resentment.
This is really wonderful.
There was a trance sound in Parker's heart, which filled Parker's sight, or pure perception, because Hanan was completely without light, but emotion and experience made it represent the most essential part of his soul.
The sky of hatred cracked, and then a large open mouth wrapped Parker’s soul, and the angry teeth formed a bottomless hole, underneath it was a brown lump, boiling like a worm nest.
Unlimited horror.
There are big open mouths everywhere, unconscious things, like sharks formed by maliciousness, shuttled in the thunderstorm composed of passion, they prey on the soul fragments of the cultists, and the teeth comb through their consciousness like knives. Remnants.
Even love turned to him, filling him at the last moment of his existence with all the terrible longings he had never had, and the terrifying, intense grief that he had because of what he once had never been able to embrace.
The bottomless hole approached Parker, and his teeth approached him. A terrifying cold light tore him, he knew it was the purity of death.
The hot blood boiled, and the last trace of his body curled up like a worm into a short-lived silhouette.
The world is dark, Parker is drowning in fear...
"That's it!"
A wild howl rushed from the center of the storm, injecting air into the energy of Hanan's shock. A large circle of purple flames spewed out from the blood vortex, lifting a circle of seismic waves on the top of the broken mountain, drowning everything in the turbulence Of energy.
"Sure enough a suitable sacrifice, as a piece almost out of control, he is still very qualified."
Hannibal stood on the edge of the storm, smiling and looking up at the sky, and Edward's shadow stood behind him.
It landed a hundred meters away, and the moment it landed, it shook the gravel and the sky was like a landslide.
The tremor on Hannibal's feet trembles, and the joints of his knees crackle to try to eliminate the tremor.
The first thing to stand up is its wings-huge and animal-like black wings, the sarcolemma between the bones is as strong as old leather, and the blood vessels in the skin are covered with spider webs.
The fierce fur was full of scratches left by the battle, and wrapped most of its body, and the other muscles were covered with fierce brass armor.
The giant head with its horns is so evil, it is completely like the most terrifying and evil evil spirit recorded in the oldest book in ancient books.
It stands like a real giant in front of a mortal, its two fists clenching two weapons of height equal to humans.
A long, tangled dark red whip continually slapped on the sand to provoke provocation. The other, a huge brass axe, was densely covered with metal carved runes.
It stepped out, stepping forward from the deep pit it fell to, and the armor vibration it brought with each step shocked heaven and earth.
"Zara Rasha!!!!!!"
It lifted its ugly head, and roared with pleasure.
"In the name of Wendigo, this, in the end, is, what..."
Edward was stunned by the tsunami-like demonic power that haunted him, and his voice became vague.
"Zara Rasha, a powerful demon, defeated by Wendigo~EbookFREE.me~ bound in a box of fear..."
As if hearing this unpleasant past, the demon turned his head violently, his burning eyes fixed on the sound of Hannibal.
"Human! Although you have completed the transaction! But don't try to provoke my patience!!!"
"Of course, powerful respect."
Hannibal stooped slightly, a pair of black bat wings splayed from behind, and the whole person flew into the sky in an instant.
"Sovereign, can you still remember one of my conditions?"
"Humph! Don't try to tell me the conditions! You only deserve to be my servant! When I destroy Wendigo's shit, you will get the power that belongs to it!"
"No, actually my condition is not this."
There was a smile on Hannibal's face, and then his skin began to shed, revealing a cracked skin of blue iron, and the handsome face also turned into a face of ugly spiders covered with black hairs.
He opened his mouth, showing his thin white teeth, and in the suspicion of the other party, he said softly:
"I only hope that your Excellency will meet someone."
"who!?"
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHGH! ! ! !
The turbulent battle roar ripped through the crowded evil clouds in the sky, penetrated the curtain-like blood mist, and reached Zara's eardrum and soul.
It inadvertently stepped back a few steps, and the anger on his face was mixed with a trace of surprise.
"who is it!!"
Za Lasha could feel the anger and fierce emotion that came like a huge wave, but it was not the same as what he knew, but a more fierce existence.
Hannibal turned his gaze to the end of the ladder, and he could already see the shriveled head swaying in the wind.
"... Take the first level of you."