Father Mavie

Chapter 29 Witch Spirit Puppet

"It's no fun to admit so quickly."

The blazing flames reflected the living room as if it were daylight. Holmes sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, smoking a pipe, and frowned deeply: "Can't you just keep your mouth shut?"

"Is it necessary?" asked Gilbert Wilkin. "I don't like wasting time."

"How can I enjoy the pleasure of destroying prisoners?"

Holmes buttoned his shiny back, very embarrassed: "Mr. Giuseppe's performance is very satisfactory. He is not only a qualified tenant, but also a qualified prisoner. The reasoning made by racking his brains Can get effective feedback, I like him the most."

Giuseppe Diaz, who was standing aside, breathed heavily again. He felt that he was being played with, but there was no evidence. He wanted to get mad, but the two spirit puppets didn't dare to go up.

So he chose to be silent.

"I won't give you a chance to stall."

Gilbert Wilkin raised his hand, and the two spirit puppets clustered at Giuseppe's feet returned to his side. At the same time, he closed his eyes and began to chant in a low voice.

"The revered leader, the long-reigned leader.
He is the incarnation of the white snake and possesses supreme power.
He generously bestows power on his most loyal followers.
He is the great voodoo god Dambala
Dambara, Dambara.
Please send down your gifts, your most loyal believers need your help."

As the chanting progressed, a dark golden light glowed on Gilbert Wilkin's chest, and ripples flowed through his skin. Even thick clothes couldn't stop the gradually blazing light. An extremely beautiful magic The array appeared impressively.

"Father, he's performing some sort of summoning ceremony," Junia said suddenly.

Feeling the fluctuations from the magic circle, Ma Wei knew that the situation was not good. The other party obviously knew how to use the gifted power, but although he had powerful power, he didn't know how to use it.
boom!
boom!
Inspector McMillan raised his revolver and repeatedly pulled the trigger at Gilbert Wilkin who was singing, but under the protection of the two spirit puppets, the bullets could not hurt each other at all, and at this moment
The chant is over.

Gilbert Wilkin opened his eyes, grinned at the futile Macmillan, and put his hands on the heads of the two spirit puppets: "Dambala, the great god of voodoo, I offer sacrifices to you , implore your descending ancient magic, witch spirit puppet!"

Amidst the shrill cries, the two spirit puppets melted into a pool of black colloid. After a brief wriggling, they grew narrow limbs and a head that was bigger than before. It was three meters high. Scales, like some kind of venomous snake.

"Don't give them a chance!" cried Gilbert Wilkin, retreating into the kitchen, "Do it!"

The huge witch spirit puppet received the order, grabbed a policeman, and swallowed it directly.

Afterwards, its body began to squirm again, two arms grew out from its back, and the cold light on the scales became deeper and deeper.

"Monster! Monster!!!"

The witch spirit puppet formed by the fusion of two spirit puppets seemed to have a physical body, even McMillan and others could see it. Facing such a huge monster, they backed away in shock, and there was no way to control the enemy.

The witch spirit puppet stood in front of the door, waving its long arms. Every time it swallowed a person, it would grow two new arms. It didn't advance rashly, but eroded the survivors' space for movement little by little.

Several people were so frightened that they even rushed into the flames and escaped from the house through the windows.

The woolen sweaters they were wearing became the best fire igniters, and the flames spread all over their bodies and turned into a ball of fire. They screamed a few times and fell headlong.

"Damn it!"

Inspector McMillan frantically reloaded the bullets, stepped back to Ma Wei's side, saw that he was not moving, and shouted in a voice almost screaming: "Why are you still standing here! Come into the living room!"

Ma Wei looked at the Wu Ling puppet approaching, expressionless, he could not feel any emotions such as fear, tension, happiness, as if nothing in this world could cause fluctuations in his heart.

He held the authority of the gods, but he also lost the human heart.

"There's fire behind it, you can't escape." Ma Wei said calmly, "If you want to survive, you must kill it or its owner."

"Of course I know! Damn it! Don't you need to remind me of this kind of thing?!"

Before he had time to feel Mavie's calmness, McMillan yelled: "That bastard Gilbert hid in the kitchen, the pistol can't hit him at all!"

"I suggest you hide, a gun won't do it any good."

"I can't retreat! I'm the police! Anyone can escape, but I can't!"

Mavie reached out, grabbed Macmillan by the collar, threw him back into the living room.

The witch spirit puppet with more than a dozen arms also came in front of him at this moment.

"It's ugly."

Ma Wei looked at the extremely ugly witch spirit puppet in front of him, and curled his lips: "Is the incarnation of the God of Voodoo such a disgusting monster?"

"Roar!!!"

As if understanding his taunt, the Wu Ling Puppet roared angrily, grabbed several arms together, and wanted to tear the villain in front of him to pieces.

"Meow!!!"

Two shadows, one orange and one black, suddenly appeared between it and Ma Wei. Relying on his flexible body, the fat orange little black began to attack the witch spirit puppet. Every time he swung his sharp claws, he could tear off its fine scales. , black thick liquid gurgled out from the wound, and the stench was pungent.

It didn't care about Ma Wei, and roared to kill the fat orange and little black crawling around on its body, but its clumsy movements couldn't even touch the fat orange and little black's hair. After struggling again and again, all it got was More wounds.

"Ugly is ugly, but you do have very high research value."

While watching the battle with cold eyes, Ma Wei muttered to himself: "Perhaps we can get many useful clues from you, um. How can I arrest you?"

Thinking about it, Mavi suddenly remembered the glass bottle that Giuseppe Diaz threw on the ground, from which the spirit puppet was released, so that's the case.
Could glass bottles be some kind of container?
If it is some kind of container.
Can you hold the monster in front of you?

Thinking of this, Mavi felt that he could give it a try. He led Junia into the living room, picked up the glass bottle and cork placed in front of Holmes, ignored the shocked and blank gazes of Macmillan and others, and returned to the entrance.

"There is a magic circle at the bottom of the bottle. When Gilbert Wilkin summoned the witch spirit puppet just now, a magic circle also appeared on his chest."

Whispering, Mavi tried to pour power into the magic circle. With the power pouring in, the magic circle engraved on the bottom of the bottle suddenly lit up with a faint blue light, and the air began to flow into the bottle, forming a small cloud. Small cyclone, strong suction emerges from the mouth of the bottle.

"really."

Ma Wei smiled and aimed the bottle at the monster in front of him: "Fat orange and little black, get out of the way!"

(End of this chapter)