League of Legends Millennium Warlord

"Uh uh uh...these things don't seem to be finished... uh uh..."

Retching old Quincy took two steps back, away from the square dining table decorated with human body parts, the tablecloth on the dining table was covered with dark brown patches, which seemed to be deliberately stained red with blood.

Lester turned his head to look, but found that what Heidi said was true. The bone tableware and lampstand on the dining table did not seem to have been carefully polished, and some foot bones were even used as knives and forks by the side of the cranium grinding bowl to cheat. Just make up for it.

Looking at the other objects and decorations, every blasphemous object has flaws that cannot be ignored to some extent, and even the placement of the objects reveals a sense of urgency of 'rushing to work'.

Unlike the Heidi who kept vomiting, Lester only frowned in such an environment. The solemn Lester went around from the beginning to the end, but found nothing of value.

However, a gray skeleton with a bone flute on the circular high platform in front of him caught Lester's attention. Judging from the standing posture of the skeleton, it seemed that the skeleton was playing on the bone flute when he was alive.

Mosley was called, Lester asked.

"Does your energy crystal respond?"

"Judging from the flickering frequency of the energy crystal, I'm afraid that something related to the crystal is here..."

While the two were talking, the old Quincy, who was paralyzed on the ground and extremely weak, could only feel the woman's wailing grow louder and louder. In a trance, he found that the messy voices from around him and the woman's wailing disappeared instantly, and his blank eyes scanned the surrounding environment, and old Quincy's eyes shrank.

He came to the unfinished place of desecration.

I don't know when, hundreds of figures whose faces couldn't be seen appeared beside me. Everyone hurriedly walked, holding knives or some sharp spikes in their hands, and placed some normal decorations on various places. place.

This situation lasted until a person holding a crimson gemstone walked in. In an instant, everyone stopped their movements, turning their bodies towards the person holding the gemstone like stiff puppets, watching the person People stepped onto the circular high platform.

Wanting to see that person's face clearly, old Quincy found that his actions were futile. The face that seemed to be crying, not crying, smiling and not smiling appeared in front of him in the most terrifying form like a nightmare. All he saw was a grimace, and that grimace was still watching him, becoming more and more terrifying.

Old Quincy, whose heart was almost at a standstill, finally gave up the idea of ​​looking directly at his eyes, and briefly shifted his gaze to Grimace's chest.

He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he only felt that Grimace's chest was a little swollen, like a woman's chest.

Everything in front of him was unspeakably weird, and the immobile old Quincy could only control his perspective, witnessing the horrors that happened in the past from the perspective of a bystander.

Then, the woman moved.

Under old Quincy's horrified eyes, the fist-sized jewel was swallowed by the woman who tore her mouth open and got stuck in her throat. Blood flowed from her lips and the damaged throat. The woman's mouth seemed to be speaking After a while, the woman stuck her hand into her throat and took out a bone flute about 13 centimeters long, and her bulging throat calmed down.

Old Quincy didn't know if the bone flute was a certain bone in the woman's body. He just had a premonition that the most terrifying thing was coming.

A strange flute sound appeared in the ears.

Sure enough, as the woman on the high stage began to play the bone flute, the static images below the stage also began to flow, and horrible scenes appeared in various places. Looking at it with nausea and fear, Old Quincy only felt chills all over his body and his heart beat faster .

Most of the decorations and utensils in the dark style are composed of hundreds of living people present, self-cutting, helpful, like sacrifices, everyone trying to be part of this feast The most eye-catching and perfect one, unfortunately, there are very few beings who can perfectly stitch themselves into decorations and blend into the darkness. Most of them stop abruptly when they are about to complete, and are forcibly made into their own works of art by another person.

The dark creation activity using human body and flesh and blood as materials lasted for three days and three nights with the sound of the flute, and old Quincy was already numb.

In the second half of the time, in old Quincy's empty sight, the living people active in the place had become dozens of white skeletons that were not used as materials, and their flesh and blood had been shaved. Dancing lightly, the footsteps of the skeletons slowly approached the player on the high platform.

The clothes were cut open by a sharp knife. Old Quincy saw the white flesh through his bleeding eyes, and confirmed that the player was a plump and beautiful woman. It had nothing to do with lust. Old Quincy only felt that such a body was not perfect. Needs some finer finishing.

Any flesh and blood is superfluous.

The sound of playing did not stop, but the flesh and blood were slowly peeled off in the sharp weapon. The player let out a woman's painful wail. The almost stagnant thinking ability made old Quincy not quite understand why the woman could still utter pain in the process of playing. the sound of.

No, it should be, why can't I cry more painfully, the knife piercing the bone marrow is not strong enough...

How could cries that were not full of despair be worthy of this beautiful feast of darkness?

Finally, in the duet of the flute and wailing, the player turned into a skeleton exactly like the others. It seems that some mysterious reaction happened, with the player's flesh and blood as the core and dozens of skeleton bodies as symbols The sacrifice, a magic circle inscribed with an unknown language in dark red, appeared on the circular high platform where the player stood.

The white bones are arranged in different poses, forming various hellish characters in various shapes. After being connected by the flowing flesh and blood, a dazzling light burst out, and a vicious voice came out from the light. Old Quincy Laughter was heard.

"Ah sonama Ya sofina! Kolesafv!"

Old Quincy, who was bleeding from his seven orifices, read the words of hell that he could understand, but the voice belonged to a woman.

He wanted to cry when he opened his eyes, but she knew that she still had something to do.

"La siaoviyas!"

"Old Quincy, what are you crazy about??"

Finally suppressing his nausea, Cosmo looked at the old Quincy who was speaking an unknown language with a puzzled expression.

Hearing this language alone caused severe discomfort in his body and made him dizzy.

The elderly Heidi ignored Cosmo's intentions and walked straight to the skeleton on the high platform.

"Old Quincy?? What's wrong with you...?"

Lester was attracted by Cosmo's voice, and saw the old Quincy who was about to climb up the high platform at a glance, but he didn't intend to stop him at all.

The exploration in the ruins has come to an end, and the only possible valuable place other than the food planting area is here, and he will naturally not prevent the upcoming mutation.

"The good show is about to begin. Sure enough, the key point is the skeleton and the skeleton's bone flute. It was the right decision not to let Xia and Evelyn come over. The evil forces here are definitely related to the evil land! "