Killing America Terror Starts at a Fatal Turn

As the old saying goes, there is no way to enter the forest, let alone the pitch-black entrance of who knows how deep it is. Luke decisively chose to follow his heart and sent a few crows to fly in through the entrance of the hole.

Four or five crows fluttered and flew deeper. The tunnel was relatively spacious for humans to crawl through, but it was difficult to escape when they might be attacked.

Just like now, within a few minutes of the first crow flying in, it was discovered by the mice shuttled in the burrow. When the mice saw the fresh blood food, they piled it up and swarmed towards the crows, and because of the hole The ceiling is too low, and the crows have nowhere to hide, and they are about to die.

Of course not.

After all, these crows were carefully cultivated by Luke with the power of fear. Even if the terrain was disadvantageous, they would not be abused by these ordinary mice.

A few crows fluttered their wings and pulled away a little further, and then the bony organs above their heads began to emit light black smoke. The mist of [Fear Fog] instantly covered them behind them as they flew, causing fear to the rats. hallucinations, and weaken their soul defenses.

The rats didn't know what they saw in the fog of fear, and they started to commotion instantly. The rats were spinning in circles inexplicably, and some lay flat on the ground with their bellies exposed, as if to express their submission. Most of them gave up attacking the crows. .

This is not over yet. Luke is not a character who only takes beatings without fighting back. These rats dared to attack Luke's crows, so they naturally had a way to kill them. Following his instructions, the crows in the passage began to make shrill noises. Neighing, in the tragic roar, a doubled sense of fear began to spread among the rats. The cool soul damage attached to the neighing was also very considerable when [Fear Fog] weakened the protection.

"Zhi Zhi Zhi"

The rats hurriedly made uneasy and fearful sounds, shivering, limbs stiff, pupils dilated, foaming at the mouth, and under the double blow of fog and hissing, they were directly killed by fear and the sting of their souls, leaving a disgusting and sticky unknown on the ground. The liquid was soon filled with dirty rat carcasses.

The crows flew over the pile of corpses without stopping and continued deeper into the cave. As the distance got farther and farther, the cave began to branch into different branches. The number of crows soon became insufficient, so Luke sent the remaining crows half way in to explore together.

About ten minutes later, a crow finally explored the deep and empty cult residence. Luke also saw the scene from the shared field of vision. There were pale white skeletons all over the floor, a large number of rats walking randomly among the skeletons, and the surrounding walls were strangely twisted. The murals, the statue of Cthulhu, and the cultists kneeling on the ground under the statue looked like dried bacon.

finally found you!

Although there is only one at present, if you follow the clues, no other cult members will be able to escape.

The cultists were alarmed by the sound of crows flapping their wings. They stood up from the statue, looked back and saw that it was a crow. A trace of contempt flashed in their eyes, "Who is it? Dare to pry into the abode of God!"

He turned around and faced the crow, raised his right hand in front of him, and waved it diagonally. The palm and the entire arm turned into a smooth and slender tentacle the moment he waved it out, extending more than ten meters and landing on the crow. , the sudden attack made the crow unable to dodge in time, and was directly rolled up by it.

Fortunately, the tentacles did not use force to strangle it directly, but instead twisted and twisted in an attempt to bring it back to the cultist.

The crow activates the incorporation, but this evil-looking tentacle also has extraordinary special power. It is still tightly wrapped by that tentacle, and has no choice but to use its sharp claws and sharp beak to fight against the tentacles wrapped outside its body. Launch an attack.

The sudden pain caused the cultist's nerves to twitch. Instead of subconsciously letting go like an ordinary person, he suddenly increased the strength of the binding several times, directly crushing the crow caught in the tentacles into pieces. Meat dumpling.

The cultist angrily threw the crow-turned-meat to the ground, and let out several roars of unknown meaning. After hearing the roars, the rats running randomly on the ground were quiet for a second or two, and then divided into two. Groups, groups poured out from the exit, looking for traces of other intruders.

The other group lined up to get under his black robe. The black robe seemed to be some kind of space prop with infinite capacity. At least hundreds of mice got in, and not a single one came out.

As the rats poured in, the cultist's shriveled and tight body, like dried bacon, gradually expanded and plumped up, and he smiled with satisfaction.

"Come on, kids, come on"

"Hey hey hey, let daddy taste your little tails."

After saying that, something black, slender, and furry began to grow on his face. It was a mouse tail.

Like the evil god he believed in, he turned into an octopus head, but the tentacles under the octopus were not fleshy sucker arms, but slender, dark rat tails.

Those tails started from his lower jaw and grew twisted, each swinging irregularly. Occasionally, a few of them got tangled together and tied into a knot, making him look even more disgusting than a mouse in his human form.

On the ground, Luke was equally furious.

Damn it, you dare to kill my bird?

Being cautious, although he didn't have the courage to rush directly to the underground residence to cause trouble for the cultists, he still had the courage to make some small moves on the ground. Not only that, but he was also very bold.

He directly activated the flame spell ability enhanced by the divine "fire" without the need for a spell model structure. The vigorous super power was directly transformed into a blazing orange flame with a thought of his, and with the participation of the divine, it transformed into a blazing orange flame. Sticky magma that shines pink.

The hot lava flowed down from the hole discovered by Crow, and under Luke's control, flowed steadily toward the cult's residence. Along the way, whether they were dead rats or live rats, they were all swept in by the magma. Their fur, flesh, and bones burned together, turning into inconspicuous black impurities in the magma.

Just now Luke has observed the terrain of the cult's residence through the crow. Except for the diagonal passage, there is no other exit. As long as it is blocked with lava in advance, all the Cthulhu monsters belonging to the cult will be reduced to ashes. tooth!

In Cthulhu's residence, scorching waves of air came through the tunnel, alarming the cultist who had just woken up.

His hands turned into tentacles and he pulled himself to the entrance of the tunnel, sticking his head out and looking out. Then he saw a large number of rats that had not received the order, running towards him in pursuit of the magma. As for the rats who received the order, with the gift of Cthulhu, his order could completely suppress the survival instinct of the rats, so all those rats heroically became ashes in the magma.

Seeing the lava rolling in, the cultists were so shocked that their eyes were split open. How could lava come out of a perfectly good tunnel?

Could it be that that bitch Nilva made a mistake when he chose the location and chose to sew somewhere deep in the ground?

I’ve never heard of a volcano in this damn Phoenix city.

In short, no matter whose problem it is, let's figure out how to escape first.

The cultists' minds were racing. For safety and concealment reasons, this temple only had one exit. The exit had been blocked by magma. Currently, they had only two choices.

If you stay in this residence and climb to the heights of the temple, the temple has a large area and the top is extremely high. It is unlikely that it will be completely submerged by the magma. But even if you can survive now, the magma will cool down and the entrances and exits will be sealed. In addition, the temple will be After destroying it, he also lost his ability to sleep, and this place would probably become a living coffin, suffocating him to death.

If you choose to bite the bullet and rush out, you are betting that your skin is thick enough.

I have so many rats and a true gift from God.

I can!

The cultist suddenly thought of an interesting piece of news he had seen before, saying that when ants encounter a fire, they can huddle together and rush out of the flames.

I could have controlled the rats to huddle up, surround me, and then rush out. If ants can live, so can I.

The cultist obviously didn't think about the difference between flames and magma, or in other words, his brain had been licked by the evil god's tentacles. To be able to think of this method was already an extraordinary performance.

The cultist let out a weird roar again, and the rat tail on his chin trembled, as if to reinforce his order. When the fleeing rats heard the sound, they came to him one after another, surrounded him, and wrapped him up.

Soon, the cultists discovered an embarrassing fact. There were too many rats and the hole was too short. It had been piled up to the top after several layers. As expected of a believer of the evil god, with super strong mobility, he did not hesitate at all, letting the other rats stand in front and rushed against the direction of the lava.

Soon, the rats came into contact with the magma.

A body that has not been transformed by extraordinary energy is as fragile as a piece of paper in front of thousands of degrees of magma. The difference is probably that it takes a little longer to burn it into ashes.

The sacrifice of the rats in front did block Magma's footsteps for a moment.

The cultist excitedly ordered the rats around him to charge!

Fit and dive into the lava.

Then he discovered something was wrong, these fucking rats were leaking water, ah no, lava leaking.

The orange-red slurry flowed into the interior along the space where the rats died and the gaps where the rats crawled, burning more rats to death and creating larger gaps.

ah.

As the magma invasion increases, the cultists in the heart of the rat swarm start to get annoyed. Damn, this is not the script I thought.

The bright magma had begun to touch his outer skin.

The cultist pulled the pendant off his chest and held it in his hand. His whole body changed instantly. His two arms turned into soft tentacles, his lower body turned into a black long-haired mouse body, and his face became dirty. Long and narrow.

His tentacles began to secrete a large amount of mucus, and the dark fluff on his body clung tightly to his body, trying to protect him from the high temperature. "I, Jaques, will extinguish this bullshit magma today and change my fate against the will of God!"

"Great Cthulhu save me!"

"Nilwa of Cao Nima harmed me."

The magma swallowed him up in an instant, without even spitting out a bubble. It continued forward and swallowed all the remaining rats before it stopped flowing.

The cultist's Cthulhu pendant quietly shattered when he died and turned into powder, conveying his last words before his death.

Is this person suffering from some serious illness? He took the initiative to dive into the lava. He is indeed a member of a cult.

Could their teaching be mass suicide?

Using the magma ability on such a large scale and for a long time consumed a lot of Luke's spiritual energy. He saw that the cultists in the passage had been completely settled, and the experience points generated after death were also destroyed by the ability tree along with the spiritual tentacles on the lava. If you absorb it, you will recover your spiritual power. The magma shaped by extraordinary energy began to gradually disintegrate and dissipate after losing subsequent support.

Luke sent out crows to explore again, but there were no living creatures worthy of attention underground. In the end, all the crows that entered the cave met in the empty cult residence. The crows shuttled back and forth several times and found nothing unusual, but in view of what the old professor said about the contamination of Cthulhu, he still did not [disapparate] in.

There were a lot of crows anyway, so he sent out more than a dozen crows. Some crows stepped on the bones on the ground in search of shiny treasures, and some flew in the sky with flapping wings to observe the patterns and furnishings everywhere.

Luke also carefully observed this place through the perspective of the crow and the mirror they were holding. This cult residence seemed to have been idle for a long time, and it did not seem to have had any recent activities. According to the old professor, it was still in contact with other cults. , and there are some discrepancies in mutual communication.

Are you looking in the wrong place?

But the statue of Cthulhu on the wall and the rats running around the floor just now are indeed exactly the same as the cult he described, so there is only one truth! Here is a hidden branch of that cult, just like the last hidden level in a level-breaking game. You need to push the other bosses almost before they appear, but now I have pushed them ahead of time.

The inspection was almost complete, but there were basically no clues. Luke was about to call it a day with disappointment when by chance, a crow landed on the Cthulhu statue mounted on the wall.

"Um?"

Luke instantly sensed something was wrong, and he lost control of a crow.

The situation is not right, but fortunately I didn't go in.

He looked through a mirror near the out-of-control crow. The crow was standing on top of the statue. Its pupils had changed from blood red to pale white. Its body was gradually expanding. Pieces of fish scales grew out. A pair of wings fell off. They were in their original positions. Seven or eight scaly tentacles grew out of it.

Through the mirror, Luke uses his identification ability to observe

He didn't rush to see the crow, but directly identified the statue.

【Cthulhu Statue】

The statue that the evil god Cthulhu has looked at has extraordinary infectious power.

【Skill】

[Alienation Infection]: It can alienate the thoughts of creatures that come into contact with idols, making them loyal believers of Cthulhu, and causing their bodies to undergo random distortions at the same frequency as Cthulhu.

Following his gaze, a supernatural link appeared in his senses.

Hmm. There is another one, the direction is.

west

Trevina District!

Sure enough, the evil spirit will never die. You should get up wherever you fall, right?

It seems that Amisha will be invited to dinner again tomorrow.

At the same time that Luke was observing the statue, a somewhat shabby office was hurriedly pushed open. A man in black robe quickly walked to the desk, lowered his voice and said to the person sitting there: "Jacqui Si is dead, we have a traitor in our midst."

After speaking, he took out a strange-shaped pendant and manipulated it somehow. A painful wailing sound immediately came from inside:

"Save me. Cao Nima's Nirva harms me."

Then the sound stopped.

The man sitting at the desk thought for a long time and arranged: "Bring Nilva to see me."

Sorry, I have to take a day off tomorrow. I have been too busy at work recently. Several urgent matters came up at once, so I rushed them all together.

Tomorrow a well-known scholar will come for an interview, and we need to prepare some materials. The day after tomorrow, a big leader will come for investigation, and we need to prepare a half-year report on the overall work. The day after tomorrow, a leader will come for inspection, and we need to prepare relevant inspection materials.

Anyway, it was very unfortunate that they got together and I was overwhelmed.

As you all know, I have a two-month-old baby to take with me when I get home.

Why.

I tried to take only one day off and try to do the work at hand as quickly as possible. But except for the first scholar, the reporting materials of other leaders could not be too perfunctory, otherwise something would happen.

In short, I hope everyone can understand the pain of being a part-time author.

Love you guys.