Chapter 119 The figure in the cellar, a perfect night

Author: Dentis

Chapter 119 The figure in the cellar, a perfect night

"clatter--"

In the darkness, there was the crisp sound of boots hitting the ground.

"Da da——"

The man was holding an oil lamp and walking in the darkness. His footsteps kept making sounds. At the same time, the clear light from the lantern in his hand also dispelled the darkness.

The environment illuminated by lanterns is wrapped in a strange atmosphere, which can't help but send shivers down your spine.

This seems to be the depths of a mansion. The spiral downward stairs are surprisingly long. The mottled stone bricks are piled up, and the dust highlights the scattered scratch marks.

"Woo——"

A gust of wind filled the spiral tunnel.

The darkness underground is like an abyss that is unimaginable to others.

"Da da da——"

The man's back was straight.

He held the hand holding the lantern in front of him, and placed the other hand behind his waist like an aristocratic gentleman.

"Wake up, wake up."

"God's blood is above, grant us this wonderful taste."

"The divine blood is above, allowing the mortal body to embark on the evolutionary stage of dedicating itself to the divine envoy."

"With the divine blood above, the alien species cursed by the gods will bear the shadow of mourning."

The light gradually spreads forward.

The man's voice did not stop.

Until this moment, the bright yellow light illuminated everything in the space.

Such as the cellar deep in the castle, the bottom of the spiral staircase.

It flows with light particles in the space, and the dust and dust can light up, disappear and float under the light.

A wooden door that was unlocked, could not be locked, and did not need to be locked, stood in front of the man.

The door records a long-lasting curse from some evil and superstitious secret sect, which seems to be an ancient secret text carved with blood that transcends time.

In fact, maybe it is a foreign country or not, but the broken words that can only be deposited in the illusory temples of ancient countries in myths.

Ordinary people simply cannot understand, judge, and dare not speculate on what rituals such evil carvings are used in.

But, that must be vicious enough.

"clatter--"

"squeak!"

The man stretched out his hand on his lower back and gently opened the door.

Three feet of light flooded in through the cellar door.

Arriving at the table he had prepared with ease, the man gently placed the lamp on the table.

"squeak--"

He pulled out his chair and sat down slowly.

Then.

The man remained motionless.

His eyes were empty for a moment, his arms were propped on the table, and his fists were supporting his chin, as if he had suddenly fallen into deep contemplation.

The cellar fell into a deathly silence.

Light can dispel darkness, but in those corners that exude filth and filth:

Scattered bones, with black eye sockets, and the head of a furry creature, were still moving hysterically.

Sacrificial utensils stained with blood, and stone tablets recording some esoteric cults with bloody superstitions.

as well as.

Standing in the corner, in the seemingly dark environment.

It's like the sculpture was covered with a shroud.

The hideous and deformed outline was vaguely outlined by pieces of cloth.

Only seven or eight? Who can see clearly?

Countless cloudy eyes stared quietly at the man's back in the darkness, continuously and unblinkingly emitting a hazy and fierce light.

"Who is he? Who is he?"

The man sitting at the table still had blurry eyes, but at this moment he was murmuring.

"Like a monster."

"Here, this is the kingdom of heaven, the paradise given to us by God."

"Why, why would a stranger break into this place?"

Finally, there was some panic in the man's voice.

"God!"

"My God, I have never neglected to question the will you entrusted to me."

"Soon! It will be over soon!"

"."

"Don't you need to worry about that man?"

"."

"God is above."

"God is above."

Monsters in the fog appear in bizarre ways.

Before they descended on the streets of this city, the fog suddenly became thick in the area where they were about to appear.

Then, like the dark clouds under hurricane weather, they began to swirl under the intervention of a mysterious force.

Finally, gray fog enveloped the monster.

The thick gray tangled and rolled around their bodies like cloth.

Until he was taken to an unknown place.

The monster comes like this.

Is this the witch's method?

"laugh!!!"

Black blood spilled into the sky.

"Boom!"

A huge, heavy, deformed head crashed to the ground. On the monster's huge body, the neck looked like a small fountain.

The black blood almost formed a column of blood, spreading straight into the sky.

"boom!"

Ryan swung the knife.

The living beings are full of vitality under the nourishment of blood, exuding a dazzling cold light in a dense environment with extremely poor visibility.

It was like a blue will-o'-the-wisp burning on the blade.

The blood is burned clean.

Carrying the knife, Ryan turned around.

On the street behind him, the gathering of silver-armored sergeants had become a confusing brigade.

Their hands were holding the spears tightly, and their eyes were surprisingly converging and looking in the same direction.

Each of them is very strong, their steps are strong and well-trained, and they have spears in their hands that drink the blood of monsters every night.

But tonight.

But it hasn't opened yet.

They could only vaguely see a figure floating towards them, and then the cold light cut through the fog, and the monster they were targeting suddenly lost its head.
To be continued...