"We have found it," Dean read in a low voice, "'The third angel sounded his trumpet, and a great burning star like a torch fell from heaven, and it fell on a third of the rivers and on the springs of waters. The name of this star was Wormwood. A third of the waters became Wormwood, and the water became bitter, and many people died.'"
""Book of Revelation" Chapter 8, Section 10," the pastor said, his face turning pale, "You mean, this is Apocalypse?"
"You can say," Dean nodded, "What do these specific signs indicate is coming?"
"Four Horsemen." The pastor's voice trembled, almost crying, "Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. War, Famine, Pestilence, death."
"Which one is riding the red horse?" Dean asked.
"War," said the priest, "He was the first to come. He brought war and killing, and made men kill each other. His power was to deceive people and make them kill each other."
Dean's mind suddenly flashed to the bright red Mustang sports car parked on the main street. The car was like a burning flame, shining in the sunset.
"That cherry red Mustang parked on the main street." Dean said, his eyes lit up, "I just felt like there was something wrong with that car. It was too new, too clean, and it was incompatible with this dilapidated town."
"You don't think a car is..." the pastor said in disbelief, "Horseman of War's mount?"
"If I were War, I would drive a car like that," Dean said, "If you think about it, all this makes sense. If War were here, he wouldn't need to possess anyone at all. He just needs to disrupt our minds, create illusions, and make us think that the other person is a demon. Then we will start killing each other, and he only needs to sit aside and watch the show quietly."
"Joe said you were a black-eyed bitch," Dean looked at Ellen, "They thought we were demons, we thought they were demons. What if there are no demons at all? We are just killing each other. It is war that controls everything!"
"Wait a minute," the pastor's face turned as pale as paper, "Are you saying that Apocalypse has really started? Is the end of the world really coming?"
"I'm sorry, Father." Dean said with a heavy tone.
Just then, someone knocked hard on the door.
"Open the door! It's me, Roger!" Roger's voice came from outside the door, full of terror, "I saw them! Demons! They know we want to leave! They said they will kill us one by one! They are already here!"
Everyone panicked, screamed and picked up their weapons.
"Wait," Dean yelled, "Don't open the door! There's something wrong with him!"
But it was too late. Austin opened the door suddenly.
Roger rushed in with a look of horror on his face, his hair was messy, and his clothes were stained with mud. "We can't sit here and wait to die," Roger shouted, his eyes bloodshot, "They will kill us unless we kill them first! Take the initiative! Kill those demons!"
"Wait, this is not done by the devil!" Dean tried to explain, "This is Horseman of War! He is creating hallucinations! He wants us to kill each other!"
But no one listened to him. Everyone was blinded by fear.
"Look at their eyes! They are demons!" Roger pointed at Dean and Ellen and shouted.
He slowly turned the silver ring on his hand.
Everyone saw that Dean and Ellen's eyes turned pure black without a trace of white.
"Kill them! They are demons!" someone shouted.
"Kill them! Kill them!" Everyone shouted, picked up weapons and rushed towards Dean and Ellen.
"Run!" Dean pulled Ellen, opened the window at the back, and jumped out.
Bullets flew past them and hit the windows, shattering the glass on the floor.
In the ward, Bai Haorui was half-kneeling behind Bobby's wheelchair, with his palms attached to his lower back. The purple-gold True Gang flowed slowly in his palms, like a gentle stream, nourishing Bobby's damaged nerves little by little. His face became increasingly pale, and his lips were chapped.
His body began to tremble slightly, and the flow of True Gang became intermittent. The wound on his chest hurt so much that every breath felt like a knife cutting his lungs. But he gritted his teeth and did not stop. Following the method of "Three Altars Body-Refining True Fire Art", he guided the remaining True Gang in his body and carefully repaired every broken nerve fiber on Bobby's spine.
"Three Altars Body-Refining True Fire Art" pays attention to refining gas and refining gas to transform into spirit. Refining Spirit and Returning to Emptiness. Bai Haorui is now in the realm of True Gang condensation·Refining Qi into Gang, which can transform the True Qi in the body transforms into purple-gold True Gang, which has powerful evil-destroying and healing abilities. However, this healing ability consumes True Gang extremely, especially the delicate work of repairing nerves, which requires full concentration without any mistakes.
"That's enough, don't treat me anymore." Bobby suddenly spoke, his voice hoarse. He could feel Bai Haorui's body trembling, and he could feel the temperature in his palms decreasing little by little. "If you continue like this, you will collapse first. Even if I can't stand up on my old legs, it won't be a big deal. I can still look up information and provide you with intelligence, so I can still help."
Bai Haorui didn't speak, just shook his head. He continued to stimulate the True Gang in his body, and Lotus Seal between his eyebrows emitted a faint golden light. The flow of True Gang accelerated instantly, like a A warm current rushed straight down Bobby's spine. This was his expression of taking the "Pure Body" chapter in "Three Altars Body-Refining True Fire Art" to the extreme, using his own True Gang to refine other people's bodies and repair damaged tissues.
Bobby groaned and his body stiffened suddenly. He felt an unprecedented tingling sensation coming from his lumbar spine, and then quickly spread to his legs. Although this tingling sensation was uncomfortable, it made him ecstatic - he had not felt his legs for three days.
"I... I can feel my legs!" Bobby shouted in surprise, his voice trembling with excitement, "I can feel my toes! They are moving! Haorui, look! They are moving!"
Bobby tried hard to move his toes. Although the movements were very weak, they were indeed moving.
Bai Haorui breathed a sigh of relief and retracted his hand. His vision went dark, his body went limp, and he almost fell to the ground. Bobby quickly reached out to support him. Bai Haorui leaned in Bobby's arms, coughed violently, and coughed up a large mouthful of blood, which spattered on Bobby's hospital gown.
"Haorui!" Bobby looked at his pale face and the blood at the corner of his mouth, his eyes were red and his voice was choked with sobs, "I told you not to work so hard! If you have a problem, how can I explain it to Dean and Sam?"
Bai Haorui wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and smiled, a weak but bright smile, "I said, I will not let you sit in a wheelchair for the rest of your life. You are Bobby·Singer, the legend of the hunter world."
He took out his phone and turned on the screen. When he saw a dozen unread text messages and five missed calls from Dean, his expression changed instantly. He clicked on the text messages and browsed quickly. The text message was sent by Dean an hour ago, saying that they were in trouble in the town of River Pass. People in the whole town were killing each other. Sam was captured and the situation was very critical.
"Dean Something happened to them." Bai Haorui struggled to stand up and picked up the peach wood sword and Five Emperor Coins placed beside the bed. The Three-Five Evil-Slaying Talisman text on the peach wood sword had become dim and almost invisible because of his True Gang exhaustion.
"You're injured like this, how are you going to go?" Bobby held his arm and refused to let him go, "You can't even stand still. If you go, you'll die. I'll go with you!"
Bobby said that he was about to stand up from the wheelchair. But as soon as he exerted force on his legs, he gasped in pain and sat back in the wheelchair. His legs had just regained consciousness and could not walk yet.
"No, you can feel your legs just now, but you can't walk yet. You need to continue treatment later." Bai Haorui held his shoulders, eyes firm, "Don't worry, I'm fine. I'm just a little tired, just take a rest."
"But..." Bobby wants to say something else.
"No but." Bai Haorui interrupted him, "You stay here to recover well. When I come back, I will take you to eat your favorite Texas steak with double cheese. Keep your word."
He turned around and walked out of the ward quickly, leaving Bobby alone in the ward. Bobby looked at his staggering back with red eyes.
Bai Haorui walked to the parking lot, opened the door of a black off-road vehicle, and sat in. He leaned on the seat, closed his eyes, and tried to adjust his breath to restore True Gang. But True Gang had been consumed by more than 90%, and his dantian was empty, with only a faint trace of True Gang flowing slowly. The wound on his chest was in sharp pain, and the pain caused cold sweat to break out on his forehead.
He gritted his teeth and started the car. Like a flash of black lightning, the off-road vehicle rushed out of the hospital parking lot and onto the highway.
Bai Haorui stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and the car was speeding on the road, with a speed of more than 180 kilometers per hour. He held the steering wheel with one hand, covered his chest with the other hand, and frowned.
Dean, Sam. Bai Haorui said silently in his heart: Wait for me. I'll be there soon.
The scenery outside the car window flew by quickly, and the sky became darker and darker. The sky in the distance was reddened by the firelight, which was the direction of the small town of River Pass.
9:05 pm, living room of "Devil's Base Camp".
Sam was tied to a chair alone. Joe and Rufus walked to the corner and discussed in low voices how to deal with him.
Sam saw Roger appear at the door again. He leaned against the door frame with a playful smile on his face, like an audience watching a wonderful drama. He raised his eyebrows at Sam, then turned and left.
Sam knows that he is going to the church basement. He is going to incite the civilians to kill each other.
"Let me go! Let me go!" Sam struggled desperately, and his wrist was bleeding because of the rope. "Roger is the bad guy! He is Horseman of War! He is controlling you! Wake up!"
But Joe and Rufus ignored him at all.
At 9:12 pm, outside "Devil's Base Camp".
Dean and Ellen were hiding behind the bushes, watching what was going on in the house. The lights were on in the house, and the figures of Joe and Rufus could be seen shaking.
"We have to go in and rescue Sam," Ellen said, holding the shotgun in his hand tightly, "And we have to let Qiao and Rufus know the truth. We can't go on like this. If it's any later, all those civilians will be dead."
"I know," Dean nodded and pulled out the silver dagger from his belt, "Follow me. We'll climb in through the window at the back and catch them off guard."
They went around to the back of the house, Dean used a dagger to pry open the latch of the window, and gently pushed the window open. The two of them climbed in one after another.
9:15 pm, "Devil's Basement" living room.
Joe and Rufus are making soil bombs. They put gunpowder into a glass bottle and plugged in the fuse.
"Hey, Rufus," Joe said, holding a glass bottle in his hand, "The bomb can't kill the devil, right?"
"Yes," Rufus nodded, holding a cigarette in his mouth, "But according to my experience, if the demons have no limbs, they will rush over much slower. Then we can slowly deal with them."
"One of the demons possessed my mother." Joe's voice was trembling, "I don't want to hurt her. But if she wanted to kill me, I... I don't know what I would do."
"Qiao, listen to me," Rufus looked into her eyes with a serious tone, "I will do my best. Your mother will be fine. I promise."
"Unless she climbed in through the window," said Joe.
Just as he was talking, an explosion came from the direction of the church basement.
Joe and Rufus immediately picked up their guns and looked at the door warily.
Dean jumped in from the window, pounced on Rufus like a cheetah, and pushed him to the ground. "Rufus! Wake up! It's me! Dean!"
Ellen also jumped in and struggled with Qiao. "Qiao! It's me! Mom!"
"Now listen up, Joe Anna Beth Harwell," Ellen pressed Joe against the wall, held her arms tightly, looked into her eyes, and said word by word, "I am not a devil. I am your mother. Look into my eyes! You know my eyes!"
Qiao looked into Ellen's eyes, and the madness in his eyes slowly faded away.
"Listen to me, Rufus," Dean pressed Rufus's face against the wall and shouted loudly, "Think of the signs! The polluted river water, the meteor, and the parked car Red mustangs on Main Street! This is war! It's one of Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse's war! He's making us kill each other! What you see is an illusion! Holy water and salt have no effect on us! If we were demons, we would have killed you long ago!"
Rufus struggled and punched Dean in the face. "Go to hell! Devil!"
"Rufus!" Dean shouted without fighting back, "War! Four Horsemen! He is disturbing our minds! Think about it! After you drank water yesterday, did you start to think that everyone is a devil?"
Rufus suddenly stopped. He looked into Dean's eyes. The black in Dean's eyes slowly faded, revealing his familiar brown eyes. Those hallucinations receded like the tide.
"Four Horsemen. War." Rufus murmured, his eyes clearing up, "Damn it. I just said something was wrong. I almost killed Sam."
"Yes!" Dean let go of Rufus and breathed a sigh of relief, "You finally figured it out."
"You figured it out yourself, genius?" Rufus rolled his eyes and rubbed his arm that hurt from Dean's pressing.
Ellen also let go of Qiao. Qiao looked into Ellen's eyes and tears fell instantly. "Mom..."
"I'm here." Ellen hugged Qiao and held her tightly, "It's okay, baby. It's okay."
"Do you all understand?" Ellen asked, raising his head and looking at everyone.
Rufus and Qiao both nodded.
"Great," Dean said, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, "Hi, Joe."
"Hi." Joe smiled sheepishly and wiped his tears.
"Okay, we have to find the war before everyone in the town kills each other," Dean said, his expression becoming serious, "Damn it, where is Sam?"
"Upstairs." Rufus pointed to the stairs, "We tied him up in the bedroom upstairs. We thought he was the leader of the devil."
At this moment, intensive gunshots and screams came from downstairs. It was from the direction of the main street of the town.
"Damn it!" Dean cursed, "He has already started. Let's go!"
The four people rushed to the second floor and found Sam who was tied to a chair. Dean used a dagger to cut the rope that tied Sam.
"Dean," Sam said, rubbing his numb wrist, "There is no demon at all."
"It's war." Dean and Sam said in unison.
"I've never figured out how he did it." Dean said, giving Sam a hand.
"Ring," Sam said, "His ring. Every time he turns the silver ring on his hand, it will make everyone hallucinate. All the hallucinations are created by him with the ring. As long as the ring is destroyed, the hallucination will disappear."
"Yes! The ring!" Dean patted his forehead, "Why didn't I think of that? We have to leave and go to the main street to find him."
They rushed downstairs, ran out of the house, and ran towards the main street of the town.
9:30 pm, the main street of the town.
The town was in chaos. Gunshots, shouts, explosions, and cries came one after another, intertwined into a symphony of Hell. Residents attacked each other like crazy. Neighbors killed neighbors, friends killed friends, and even parents killed children. The streets were stained with blood, and corpses were lying on the ground in random directions, like garbage.
Austin led a group of people, hid behind a car, and shot at the house opposite. The bullets flew past like raindrops, hitting the wall, leaving bullet holes.
"Everyone cease fire!" Rufus shouted in a loud voice, "Stop shooting! Cease fire! This is an illusion! It is Horseman of War who is controlling you!"
But no one listened to him. Everyone was dazzled by hallucinations and fear, and there was only killing in their eyes.
The priest was shot in the chest while trying to protect the young woman. He fell to the ground, blood pouring from the wound.
"Father!" the young woman screamed and ran towards the priest. She knelt beside the priest, held his head and cried loudly.
The pastor looked at her, moved his lips, and wanted to say something, but in the end he tilted his head and died.
Horseman of War was leaning on his red Mustang sports car, holding a can of beer in his hand, watching all this leisurely. He was wearing a black suit. He had a satisfied smile on his face, as if he was enjoying a grand performance.
"It's really wonderful." Horseman of War took a sip of beer and said with a smile, "Human beings are really interesting creatures. With just a little hint and a little fear, they can turn into the most cruel beasts. I don't have to do anything, I just need to sit here and watch."
Dean and Sam rushed over and grabbed his arms one on the left and the other on the right.
"Wow," Horseman of War smiled, not afraid at all, "This knife is so cute. But please, kids, you can't kill war. War is eternal. As long as there are humans, there will be wars. As long as there is greed and hatred, there will be me."
"We know." Dean said, his eyes cold.
Sam raised Ruby's knife and was about to cut Horseman of War's ring-wearing hand.
Horseman of War did not dodge, but his shoulders sank slightly, and black energy suddenly erupted from his two arms, like two entwined poisonous snakes, spreading down his arms to his palms. He flicked his wrist lightly, and Sam and Dean flew backwards at the same time, as if they were hit by an invisible force, and fell heavily to the ground. The weapons in their hands also fell out of their hands.
Horseman of War raised his left hand, and his fingertips had already touched the silver ring. As long as he turned the ring, Dean and Sam would fall into hallucinations again and start killing each other.
At this critical moment, a purple-gold lightning pierced the darkness of the town.
"Your opponent is me!"
Bai Haorui rushed out from the shadow at the end of the street. He held the mahogany sword tightly with both hands and poured the last three percent of True Gang remaining in his body into the sword body. The purple-gold True Gang was like a layer of flowing armor, covering the entire mahogany sword; At the same time, he activated the Three Altars Pure Yang True Fire deep in the Dantian, and also aroused the faint Nezha's Samadhi True Fire ember in the Lotus Seal between the eyebrows. Two flames, one red and one gold, wrapped around the True Gang, forming three layers of superimposed evil-destroying flames.
His toes were a little bit on the ground, his body rushed forward like an arrow off the string, and he rushed in front of Horseman of War in three steps. Holding the sword in both hands, using his arms, the tip of the sword pointed directly at Horseman of War's heart. This was the most unpretentious straight thrust, but it condensed all his strength, so fast that only a purple-gold afterimage could be seen.
Horseman of War's pupils shrank suddenly, and he could feel the terrifying power contained in this sword - it was a power that was completely independent of Heaven and Hell, and a domineering flame that could burn everything. He did not dare to make a hard attack, and turned sharply to the left, while raising his right arm to block.
"Tsk-"
The mahogany sword grazed his shoulder and stabbed him, and the three layers of power on the sword exploded at the same time. The purple-gold True Gang tore his black suit, Three Altars Pure Yang True Fire scorched his shirt, and the core Samadhi True Fire ember left a scorched black hole on his shoulder, and black smoke came out of the hole, carrying the smell of burnt feathers.
"It's interesting." Horseman of War looked at the wound on his shoulder. The arrogance in his eyes faded a bit, replaced by a trace of strong interest and murderous intent. "You are the guy that Heaven and Hell want to kill. It's really different. You can actually hurt my incarnation."