a teacher in good standing with Kimberly eyed the direction where the Venerable was.
"Wendy has been exposed, do we need to go over to encircle and suppress her?"
A gentle and soft voice emerged from behind the curtain, "No rush, Wendy would not be exposed so easily, even under the Local Area Network, she should have hidden for a longer time, after all, she had prepared for an entire evening.
She is an excellent child I have meticulously cultivated, her psychological defenses are not that easily breached.
It looks more like she has revealed herself on purpose, let the less talented children go over to encircle and investigate the situation first.
Let us see what kind of methods Wendy has actually mastered and whether there is someone behind her, daring to choose to betray us."
With a wave of the Venerable’s hand behind the curtain,
those lower-ranked orphans became as if injected with an adrenaline shot, their brains heavily stimulated, rushing at the fastest speed towards the equipment room where Wendy was found.
Some with claws drawn, some with cold weapons they carried on them,
and even some relied on crawling with their limbs,
each with a ferocious face that showed no "human" traits, but rather some kind of beast, a well-trained beast.
Hundreds of children formed a circle completely enveloping the small equipment room, with some of the stronger children at the front, ready to join forces to push open the heavy Iron Gate of the equipment room.
a strange and amusing sound emanated from within,
those who heard the sound became mentally joyful as if influenced by a way of thinking, like finding their lost innocence. But in the next second, the Venerable’s thoughts spread over, turning them back into pure beasts, also stimulating a massive adrenal response.
Rough hands, young yet calloused, gripped the Iron Gate of the equipment room.
Click! The sound of something jamming came from behind.
There seemed to be something stuck behind the Iron Gate, creating great resistance, slowing the opening of the gate considerably.
Just as they managed to pry open a gap just wide enough for a single person to pass through, something squeezed out through the gap.
Dense and colorful balloons.
Each balloon was painted with simple facial features.
What was strangest was not the balloons themselves,
but the strings hanging beneath them were not thin lines, but hemp ropes, complete with looped knots.
The children closest to the door gap didn’t even have time to react before the knots were already looped around their necks, tight, with structures like Iron Hooks piercing their skin causing pain.
Suffocation and pain quickly robbed their brains of function,
and after a brief struggle, they fell still.
Something even stranger happened,
As the "hanged" lost consciousness, their brains shriveled quickly, while the balloons above became increasingly inflated, even sprouting hair from the top.
The facial features on the surface of the balloons slowly turned into real facial features.
In the end, they morphed into huge, inflated human head balloons, carrying the children up into the sky.
Their bodies hadn’t completely died, but merely transformed into human head balloons and floated high up.
The shriveled brains were no longer under the Venerable’s control,
In contrast, these human head balloons maintained a happy expression at all times, even capable of emitting strange laughter by squeezing the balloons.
In a short time, dozens of human head balloons rose into the orphanage’s skies,
The other children, seeing this situation and wanting to run away, continued to charge at the equipment room under the Venerable’s control, attempting to tear apart the balloons with the weapons and nails in their hands.
But their training was not up to standard, lacking both strength and precision, and even if they managed to puncture the balloons, they couldn’t break them, none of the children could break into the equipment room.
All who approached were looped by ropes, transforming into human head balloons.
Deep within the equipment room.
Wendy, abandoning the appearance of a blonde girl, suddenly became her Fear Embodiment - the Inflated Clown.
She stepped on the air pump with her feet and simultaneously blew up balloons with her mouth, all while watching the outside situation.
"Ah~ My abilities are finally effective! This is what I have always been trying, only by transforming an individual’s brain can one suppress the Venerable’s abilities.
Moreover, it seems that my human head balloons have received a special enhancement due to the Hell Transformation of their master, greatly amplifying the effect!
The pain brought by the Hook lodged in their necks causes them to instantly lose control and protection over their brains, making the transformation of the human head balloons proceed exceptionally smoothly.
Ah! Truly worthy of being the master, even just a touch of Hell Attribute can make me so powerful.
With this, there should be some formidable figures coming after me, right?"
As soon as those words were spoken.
The only glass window in the equipment room was shattered.
Wendy was sitting in an area with no line of fire, yet a bullet, as if it could turn corners, was shot toward her head.
A wisp of smoke arose.
Wendy actually twisted her head 180° and firmly caught the bullet with a set of metallic false teeth.
Meanwhile, before the explosive inside the bullet could detonate, she chewed and swallowed... Burp~ puffs of smoke from the tiny explosions escaped from her throat.
"Such a spicy bullet! Almost forgot about that very skilled sniper."
Wendy quickly snapped her fingers.
The equipment room’s only window was then covered with layers of tough balloon membranes, preventing any subsequent bullets from entering.
As more and more balloon heads filled the skies above the orphanage, even nearly blocking out the sun’s radiance.
The playground was covered in circular shadows formed by the heads, filled with the eerie laughter emitted from the balloons being squeezed together.
Everyone’s attention was drawn by Wendy.
No one noticed a twelve-year-old orphan, using the distraction of the crowd and the shadows of the balloons, leaving the playground, entering the orphanage buildings.
The Venerable’s attention was also captured by Wendy.
He had never seen Wendy’s ability of ’balloon heads’ before, showing not anger, but rather joy. To some extent, Wendy had already met a certain requirement, her value far exceeding that of the ordinary orphans.
"You all can act now... Prioritize capturing alive, and ensure the integrity of her brain as much as possible."
Six teachers and half of the Murderers lurking within the campus began to move.
Various forms of attacks were immediately targeted at the equipment room, even Wendy’s meticulously created Corner-like Space couldn’t withstand such devastation and was eventually completely destroyed.
As the Corner-like Space was destroyed, the equipment room turned into ruins, yet no one was found inside.
Only a blonde clown, wearing several head balloons, had already risen into the air ahead of time and was now floating rapidly towards the outside of the institution, leaving them to chase as swiftly as they could, attempting to shoot down the balloons in the sky.
The entire campus quieted down a bit,
Just as the Venerable was about to get up and leave, preparing to launch a mental pursuit of Wendy.
Heavy footsteps were heard coming from the entrance of the Hall.
The Venerable’s gaze pierced through the curtains toward the main door, where he saw a child wearing a school uniform walking in, with particularly fierce eyes, and there was no dominating mark inscribed in his brain.
With a wave of the Venerable’s hand.
All the glass at the top of the Hall shattered.
The full seven Murderers belonging to the organization descended, each emitting dense killing intent, their hands stained with countless lives.
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The noisy and irritating sound of a chainsaw engine filled the Hall.
The revolting smell of sulfur mingled in the air, carried into everyone’s mouth and nose by a heatwave, staining their lungs.
No longer in disguise,
Killing intent spread!
This obsession with slaughter was completely different from the ones present among the Murderers; it wasn’t even on the same level.
Like molten lava, the thick killing intent completely swallowed their cold killing intent, naturally overpowering it.
A certain apex predator had arrived.
As they heard the chainsaw sound growing louder,
Those demon-like pitch-black eyeballs were already staring at their faces from point-blank range...