Gluttonous Warlock

Chapter 340 Showing Miracles
The man stopped, turned and walked to the tunnel wall.

Fumbling open a rusty iron door, the opposite side leads to the drainage ditch.

The man picked up his son and bent down to get into the iron door.

Walk down the slippery steps covered with moss.

The canal filled with garbage leads all the way to the dock.

Not far away along the canal, several black shadows swam over.

They were a group of mutated crocodiles infected with Titan cells, predators at the top of the sewer food chain.

The boy jumped off his father and hid behind him, looking extremely nervous.

"Don't be afraid, Werther, the crocodile is our friend." The man comforted his son softly.

"They're just your friends." The boy complained, "They won't be polite to me!"

He tried to emulate his father and communicate telepathically with Titan Crocodile.

Unfortunately, although he is the biological flesh and blood of "Crocodile King" Waylon, he did not inherit his father's superpowers.

The crocodiles responded coldly to his overtures and refused to respond to his spiritual communication.

Three crocodiles came out of the ditch and licked Waylon's leather boots fawningly.

Waylon picked out the strongest one and issued a mental command: "Send me and Werther to the dock."

After the explanation, Waylon picked up his son and jumped directly onto the back of the crocodile.

The Titan crocodile's broad back is like a raft.

Carrying the father and son down the river.

"Dad! Can't you take me to teleport? How fast it would be to teleport directly to the dock!"

Werther whispered.

He doesn't like riding on the "crocodile boat" and can't help but worry that the crocodile will get mad midway and turn over and throw him into the sewer.

"Tonight I will receive a distinguished visitor. I will first escort the distinguished visitor into the inner city, wait for him to finish his work, and then take him back to a safe place."

Waylon patiently explained to his son why he couldn't use his "Wanderer" ability now.

"If we teleport to the dock now, we won't be able to escort that distinguished guest."

Mutants infected with Titan cells cannot use their superpowers without restraint, no matter how high they reach.

For example, "wanderers" like Waylon need to rest for a long time to recover their magic power after teleportation. During this period, they cannot teleport again.

Being able to teleport twice from late night to dawn is considered very powerful among "Wanderers".

It took an hour for the crocodile to swim to the end of the drainage channel.

A huge circular iron net blocked the outlet of the canal.

The father and son went ashore from here, found the secret door, climbed up the steps, and arrived at the abandoned subway station.

When you walk out of the subway station, you will see the pier in front of you.

The night is dark and the new moon is high.

Dots of starlight complement the undulating water.

A small boat sailed slowly over.

Three figures left the ship and landed one after another.

"Annie! Cato! Long time no see!" Waylon went up to greet him, "How are you, Father Butler?"

"Dad has a very strong body. He can live for another ten years at least!"

Cato came over happily and hugged Waylon.

"Let me introduce to you, this is the Prophet, the new friend Annie and I made in Kangzhen."

"prophet……?"

Waylon was stunned for a moment, his eyes sharp, and he looked carefully at the young man following Annie.

The other person was at most sixteen or seventeen years old, with a handsome appearance. He looked like a sunny and handsome boy.

This image really doesn’t match the title of “prophet”!

"Waylon, I want to ask your help tonight to escort the prophet to Queens. There is a Presbyterian nursing home there. The prophet wants to go in and take a look." Anne briefly introduced the purpose of the trip.

"Presbyterian Nursing Home..."

Waylon's thick eyebrows knitted together.

"As far as I know, the sanatorium has long been taken over by Salomon Corporation and is actually a secret base for human experiments."

"The interior of the sanatorium is heavily defended and a large number of brainwave scanning alarms are installed. There is no way I can teleport directly in."

"It doesn't matter, you just need to send me to a nursing home, and I will take care of the rest by myself." Allen said calmly.

Waylon glanced at him, his eyes betraying distrust.

He turned to Anne and asked: "You and Cato, won't you come with me?"

"I would like to go, but it's a pity that the prophet won't let me follow."

Anne shrugged, pretending to be aggrieved.

"Speaking of which, if you bring me and Cato, wouldn't it exceed your upper limit of weight?"

"Ordinary wanderers can only teleport themselves. Waylon is different. He can teleport with companions who do not exceed his own weight."

Cato took over the conversation and explained to Allen:

"In addition, Waylon can breathe water and tame the ferocious Titan crocodile, so we all call him 'Crocodile King'."

"It's no problem for Waylon to teleport with you, but with Annie and me, you're overweight. You and Waylon should be more careful on this journey and go back early."

Allen nodded and asked him: "What are your plans?"

Cato scratched his head, turned to look at Annie, and listened to her decision.

"If you have nothing urgent to do, go to our Guogou Gang's base first, eat something and have a good sleep."

Wayne patted his son on the shoulder.

"Witt will show you the way."

"Okay, this is a rare occasion. We will stay here for two more days, wait for the prophet to finish his work, and then send him back to Liberty City."

Cato said with a smile.

Anne had no objection, walked up to the boy, caressed his hair, and showed sympathy in her eyes.

"Witt, are you okay?"

"I'm afraid it's not good, Sister Anne." The boy frowned, "I often wake up in the middle of the night recently, and my whole body is swollen and painful. I probably won't live long."

Anne wanted to comfort him, but she didn't want to say anything against her will.

Sighing, he opened his satchel, took out two boxes of injections, and handed them to Waylon.

"This is dad's imitation cancer inhibitor. Inject one dose every day. We will see the situation after two courses of treatment..."

The boy looked at the medicine box in his father's hand, turned to Anne and asked: "Sister, can this medicine cure me?"

Annie hesitated for a moment and said vaguely: "Some medicine is better than no medicine. It won't do you any harm to try it."

The boy heard that she was perfunctory with him, curled his lips unhappily, and suddenly turned to look at Allen.

"The Bible says that a prophet will never lie! So please tell me, can this medicine cure my disease?"

Allen lowered his head and looked directly into the boy's clear eyes.

"This medicine can't cure your disease, but I can."

As soon as the words came out, the boy froze.

Waylon, Annie and Cato also focused their gazes on Allen's face, with different expressions.

Allen ignored everyone's strange looks, stretched out his right hand, and gently placed it on the young man's forehead.

Warm and soft magical radiance surged out from his fingertips and injected into Witte's body, eliminating the cancerous Titan cells.

In the blink of an eye, many tumors formed by cancerous tissue were healed by the six-ring "medical technique" simulated by the "wishing technique".

Allen took back his hand and looked at the boy with a smile: "How do you feel now?"

The boy groped around on his body and found that the swelling had disappeared, and couldn't help but cheered with surprise.

"Wow! It doesn't hurt at all, I'm completely healed!"

"Prophet! You are amazing, worthy of being an apostle of God!"

Waylon, Annie and Cato looked at each other, at a loss.

After witnessing Alan curing a boy with terminal cancer, they had to admit that this young man who claimed to be a prophet did have the power to perform miracles.

"Thank you so much! Thank you for saving my son!"

Waylon excitedly held Allen's hand and respectfully called him "Prophet" from the bottom of his heart.

"Dear prophet, if this is a miracle, then I am willing to convert to your church!"

...In the Catastrophic Era, electricity has become a scarce resource.

In the metropolitan Queens borough, the brightly lit streets in the past are now only dimmed by the dim light cast by the stars and the moon.

In the grass outside the walls of the Presbyterian Nursing Home, dots of silvery light suddenly appeared.

Like swarms of fireflies, hovering in the grass.

The light spots attract each other and converge into two blurry human shapes.

After a few seconds, it condensed into a flesh and blood entity.

"Is this the teleportation ability of the 'Wanderer'?"

Allen stood in the grass, recalling the wonderful experience just now.

It feels similar to teleportation magic, but slightly different.

"Prophet, I can only send you here."

"Crocodile King" Wayne whispered:
"Within the courtyard walls, we are under the surveillance of Solomon Network, and mental scanning is carried out continuously."

"Any intruder will be exposed to mental scanning. If he does not have a legal online identity, an alarm will be triggered immediately, attracting a large number of security guards."

"Prophet, are you sure you want to go in?"

Allen met Wayne's worried gaze and replied calmly: "I have divine protection, and no obstacle can stop me."

"Divine protection" is not entirely bragging.

"Prayer" is indeed a manifestation of God's power.

Allen uses the "Prayer Technique" to simulate the "Psychic Barrier", coupled with the "Advanced Invisibility Technique", he can easily avoid network surveillance.

As for climbing over the courtyard wall, it is even more effortless.

"Waylon, wait for me here. I will be back before dawn."

"Well, Prophet, I wish you a safe return."

Finally, Waylon said two words of worry:

"If you encounter trouble, remember to send out your mental telepathy in time. I will rush in as soon as possible and try to help you get out of trouble."

"Prophet, you saved my son, I owe you my life!"

Allen had a good impression of this passionate man with a clear sense of grudges. He patted him on the shoulder and everything was clear.

Turn around, face the courtyard wall, take off your loose cloak, and enter your ancestral form.

Waylon looked at his back with surprise in his eyes.

Right in front of him, Allen's size expanded rapidly.

In the blink of an eye, he transformed from a normal human body to a giant five meters tall!

His dark skin looked like rock in the moonlight.

Smooth and hard, with a cold sheen.

Then, an even more magical scene appeared in front of him.

The obsidian sculpture-like giant slowly sank into the ground.

Within a few seconds, it disappeared without a trace.

Waylon was stunned for a long time before he recovered from the shock.

Transforming into a giant and sneaking away from the ground - this kind of super power was something he had never seen before, and he wasn't sure what level it was.

However, on second thought, I remembered that both Anne and Cato had said that the prophet was a rare "natural person" in the world and had not been infected with Titan cells. It stands to reason that he would not evolve superpowers.

So what happened to the transformation and escape just now?

Suddenly, Waylon thought that the miraculous method used by the prophet to treat Werther was exactly the same as the treatment of lepers by Christ described in the Bible.

From this point of view, the prophet's transformation into a giant and his ability to escape from the earth and sneak around must also be a manifestation of miracles.

He said that he had divine power to protect himself, which shows that he was not lying.

The more Waylon thought about it, the more he realized that was the case.

Deep down in my heart, my worship of the prophet deepened even more.

With great piety, he made the sign of the cross on his chest.

……

Deep in the earth, the atavistic Allen is at home like a fish in water.

The journey was smooth and he sneaked into the courtyard wall.

As his level increases, his spiritual attributes continue to grow, and the soul connection between him and his other self in this world - Dr. Allen - also continues to strengthen.

Outside the city, I had a clear feeling that Dr. Allen was sleeping somewhere in the sanatorium.

Now entering the sanatorium, as the distance between the two parties becomes closer, the soul resonance becomes stronger.

Now, Allen has determined the exact location of the target.

The next question is how to get closer.

The mental scanning and alarm systems set up inside the sanatorium were blocked by the "psychic barrier" and could not detect his presence.

The only trouble is...

Dr. Allen is sleeping in the basement of a building in a nursing home. The entire basement is wrapped in thick steel plates.

The one-foot-thick reinforced steel plate looks like battleship armor.

Allen's stone giant form can swim and swim through rock formations, but it cannot penetrate such a thick steel plate.

How to get through this obstacle?
The first thing Allen thought of was to open the "Origin of Annihilation" and cut a hole in the steel plate that could be passed through.

However, he was unsure whether the panels themselves had an alarm system installed.

If an alarm is issued after being damaged, wouldn't all previous efforts be wasted?

To be cautious, Allen decided not to damage the steel plate.

Silently cast the "Prayer Technique" to simulate the 7th level "Transformation of Spirit Body".

The flesh and blood body becomes an illusory spirit body.

Easily pass through the thick steel plate and enter the basement.

The vast underground hall was shrouded in darkness.

The air was filled with the strong smell of disinfectant.

There was a faint light flickering in the distance against the wall.

Allen maintained his spiritual form and drifted over.

Rows of transparent enclosed sinks line the walls.

In each tank lies a naked human body.

A flickering light, an EEG and an EKG from a vital sign monitoring device.

Allen quickly found the sink where the target was sleeping.

A young man of medium height and handsome appearance was lying quietly in the culture fluid.

That's what he looked like in his previous life.

Allen stood in front of the sink, staring at his other self in the world through the transparent glass cover.

It is unclear who is the main body and who is the clone.

The two bodies and their respective incomplete souls resonate strongly through the glass cover.

From this moment on, Allen's soul was finally complete.

drip-

"The Taotie system is restarting..."

The familiar system beep echoed in Allen's mind, feeling extremely friendly.

The corners of his lips raised slightly, and Allen opened the long-lost status bar.

……

Warlock level: late fourth level (bloodline of stone giant)
Current attributes: Physique 97, Dexterity 68, Spirit 106
Current resistance: immune to virus/water/fire/electricity/acid/cold/wind, spirit level 11, necrosis level 8/radiance level 5

Special abilities: Taotie system, Taotie domain, source of divine power, divine power, divine might suppression

Potential reserve: 536 points

Note: Changing attributes, resistance, and potential in the origin space will not affect the state in reality.

Note: Two bodies sharing souls share potential reserves.

Ancestral Titan Origin Fusion Progress: 30%
……

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