Proof of the Sun King

The warehouse door was opened, and Jacob signaled his three witchers to light the torches and observed the entire warehouse. The interior of the warehouse looked bland, only storing a large number of candles and some clothing. In the warehouse, there is only a statue of an angel and a huge painting. The content of the painting is a grand ball.

"It doesn't look like anything special."

"But someone is ambushing us here."

"There must be something wrong here."

Several witchers discussed.

"Of course there is a problem here." The most experienced Jacob reached out his hand disdainfully, and twisted the wings of the angel statue.

In the eyes of the three young witchers, the angel statue gradually transformed into a ferocious demon image. It still has a pair of feathered wings, but the shape and color of the wings have become twisted purple, with a bull head, bull horns, and extra proliferative limbs. , the complex and filthy patterns make up this brand new statue. As the statue changes, the huge painting turns to follow the wall behind, revealing the dark entrance.

"Jock, you are at the door, let's go in and have a look." Jacob motioned for the remaining two witchers to go in and have a look.

"Understood!" The young witcher said that he knew, he took out his one-handed sword and short gun, and stayed outside.

Through the wall, what appeared in front of the witchers was a disgusting picture.

The ground is covered with blood, broken corpses and various delicious foods. Various artworks are placed everywhere in the warehouse. Portraits and sculptures are located in any corner of the warehouse. The interior decoration is the most exquisite and meticulous art, everywhere. The visible silk cushions are lined with snacks and drinks of all kinds, but if you look closely, the witchers will see that the statues are eerie and twisted, and the people in the portraits are incomparable from what they look like to what they do. Obscene and disgusting, they cut their pulses to drink blood and loudly praise the lord of pleasure, with a terrifying sense of terror on their pleasure-seeking faces.

The food has long been rotten and expired and smells bad, the drinks are all blood, the ground is covered with various excrement, and the flesh and blood remnants that have been bitten and swallowed during mating appear anywhere in the hall.

Both young witchers had symptoms of extreme discomfort, but this extremely perverted and crazy scene made them think that it was better to join in. Under this ambivalence, the two young witchers found themselves Their bodies are falling out of their control, and their minds are suffering from pain.

"Uhhhh!" A young witcher howled in pain, covering his head.

A cane slammed his head: "Wake up! Don't be defeated by Chaos!"

Pain and roars eased the young witcher: "Master Jacob?"

Jacob again tapped another young witcher on the head with his cane, and the two witchers were finally freed from the madness, but they were both sweaty and lethargic.

"This is the gathering of the Slaanesh sect, this is their carnival." Jacob's voice was full of disgust and caution, he looked back to see the pained expressions of the two young witchers, and shook his head again and again: "We almost fell into Trap, if we hadn't waited so carefully, we would have been ambushed when we entered this place."

The two young witchers were a little scared after thinking about it, they swallowed: "Vice President, what should we do now?"

"Strange, this is the meeting place of the Slaanesh sect. How could the beast who believes in Khorne come to this place? Could it be that Belt and the Slaanesh sect have colluded? Logically speaking, the two evil gods are at odds with each other. How could they possibly be? Mixed together?" The more Jacob thought about it, the more strange it became, and the master witcher carefully recalled what happened.

"It seems that Belt has indeed colluded with the Slaanesh sect..." Jacob endured the stench and filth. He checked the situation in the house and found that in addition to the depraved banquet hall, there was also an operating table in the house. The one next to the operating table More than a dozen glass jars were displayed in the cabinet, arranged in three rows. Jacob looked carefully and found that all of them were human organs.

This is a dirty technique unique to the Slaanesh sect. Slaanesh believers extend life by digging out old, decaying and aging organs and transplanting new ones to prolong life, in addition to bathing in the blood of young women and through depraved sacrifices. Extends the life of the followers of Slaanesh.

Sure enough, Jacob immediately found the vat of blood, as well as the mutated young children who were sacrificed successfully and could not rest. These young children may have grown tentacles, chitin claws, another head, and some completely It can't be seen that it has anything to do with people. They are crawling all over the floor. Jacob can only draw out his long sword and end the lives of these deformed creatures one by one.

The other two witchers are already using torches to burn down this sinful scene. Faced with the corruption of chaos, fire is the best weapon, and only fire can purify these corruptions.

Jacob also lit the fire and threw it into the corner here: "Burn this place, let's retreat quickly, Bert is not here."

"Okay!" With the raging fire burning in the warehouse, the witchers were ready to retreat.

"Jock? We're going! Pack up and see if you have anything valuable to take away!" One of the witchers searched for the coins that fell on the ground, carefully put them away, and the witchers were not income. A very high group, they are different from knights like Ryan. They have no stable income, not even job income. Their income mainly comes from seizures and missions, so witchers often use the name of missions to search and find ways to take them away. All valuables.

"Hurry up!" Jacob urged the remaining two young witchers in a low voice. Seeing that there was no reply from outside, he said loudly again: "Jock?"

Still no response from outside.

The expressions of Jacob and the others gradually changed.

"Jock is silent, boys, take out your weapons and prepare to fight." Jacob took out the big axe behind him and said to the remaining two witchers.

The two remaining witchers nodded, swords in one hand and guns in the other, all ready to fight.

Only the sound of the flames burning and the sound of the wind remained in the warehouse.

Then, it was the laughter outside the warehouse: "Hahahaha! Mentor Jacob, are the new witchers so vulnerable now? Before I could do anything, he fell, such a cheap tribute. , the blood **** can't look down on it."

The remaining three witchers walked out of the banquet hall. They found that Jock's head had been thrown on the ground. Before he died, there was still disbelief and fear on his face. He died before he could even give a warning. in the hands of the person in front of you.

The visitor is tall, about 1.85 meters tall. His face and body have undergone terrible mutations, and horns and claws have grown, but he can still vaguely see how he looked when he was a human. He Ya Like each cloth, he also held a battle axe and a fire gun. The blood-red leather armor was covered with various blood **** decorations, various iron rings and iron thorns.

Jacob was silent, only his fierce and hateful eyes said it all.

"Mr. Jacob, you must not have thought of this, right? You must have waited for several hours and escaped a wave of ambush, and no one will welcome you here again."

"I know you too well, my mentor, that's how you behave, when investigating a place, unless it's urgent, you're sure to hide in the dark, carefully groping the situation and the laws of guard action, Then look for the best opportunity."

"When you're deep inside an area, you always have a buddy looking out."

"These are what you taught me."

Jacob finally couldn't hold back his anger, and the Master Demon Hunter's voice was full of grief: "Belt!!!"

"That's right, Belt, that's my name." The man gently took off the hood of his cloak, revealing a terrifying face.

Belt was originally a handsome man, and Jacob was always proud of his students, but when he saw Belt, a deep sense of sadness made the voice of the vice president of the Witcher Guild choked up. : "So you've become what you are now?"

The face of the person in front of him was covered with sarcomas and bone spurs, the hair on the back of his head grew and fell out wildly, and the remaining hair pierced into the back of his head as thick as a chain, and his eyes were burning with brass-colored flames. When you see him, you know that he is no longer human.

"Exactly, this is me, the perfect me. My master gave me a new life and made me understand the meaning of life." Belt made a gesture full of enjoyment and paid tribute to his master.

"Then I have to destroy you completely." Jacob had filled his handgun with mercury bullets in a calm voice, and he took out the hand axe: "It's useless to talk about it, Belt, let me see the Church of the God of Darkness. What are you doing!"

"It should be like this." Belt knew his mentor, he knew how much his mentor hated Chaos, so he never had any sympathy and the possibility of persuading the mentor to join Chaos.

Now that we meet, we can only fight to the death.

Belt did not come alone.

Along with him are many terrifying creatures, all of whom were once human, but now they have a unified name - the Forsaken.

They are all cultists who have fallen into chaos. They choose to fall into chaos for various reasons, but they have one thing in common, that is, the **** of darkness has lost interest in them, and they will only scream and scream. Undisciplined rushing to the enemy's line, beating with mutated limbs, biting with bulging jaws, like those hungry beasts, a large number of mutations appear on their bodies, their arms have completely degenerated into tentacles or pincers , more tumors grew on their bodies, and some abandoned people also grew other heads and more appendages.

They were so desperate to fight because it was their only chance to win the Dark Lord's favor again, and their sanity had all but vanished, and all that was left was bloodlust and hunger, and fear, because if they Let the gods of darkness be disappointed again, and they will end up turning into a lump of mindless meat that will explode. These pieces of meat are generally called Chaos Eggs. These Chaos Eggs will burst into the crowd and blew themselves up, offering the final use of Chaos. value.

"Blood sacrifice to the blood god! For blood and glory!" Belt waved his hand, and the restless deserters rushed towards the remaining three demon hunters in howling frantically.

So in the burning warehouse, the three remaining witchers and the outcasts engaged in fire.

Jacob rushed to the front, the master demon hunter moved lightly, and the first Abandoner to rush up stretched out his pincers towards Jacob.

But Jacob was quick, really quick, the Forsaken's pincers were only halfway up, and as soon as the silver light slid across his body, along his shoulders to his belly, the Forsaken was still trying to clamp the pincers, he It was already cut off by Jacob.

The demon hunters who rushed into the crowd used their swords to deal with chaotic creatures. They were the most experienced. Facing the rushing deserters, the demon hunters raised their hand guns. When fighting, the demon hunters are no less inferior. The silver long sword has enhanced lethality to chaotic creatures. In the dark cave, relying on the firelight, the demon hunters and the deserters fight together.

The big axe in Jacob's hand turned back and forth. The Demon Hunter first cut off the head of an abandoned person~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and then chopped it behind him. The two tentacles that were stretched out were instantly cut off by the Demon Hunter. Jacob Bu turned around immediately, and fired a burst of firearms in his hand, and two more deserters were instantly headshot.

Then Jacob used the big axe to slam forward and slashed three deserters in a row. Every blow he made was a rush attack, and every blow he made was dangerous and dangerous before the enemy attacked. The enemy was beheaded, but after a series of battles, none of the deserters touched Jacob's clothes.

His brave performance immediately attracted the attention of all the deserters. In order to obtain the favor of the **** of darkness, almost all the deserters were attracted by Jacob. Jacob was not afraid at all. The guns that were supposed to run out of ammunition could still fire, and three more Abandoners were shot in a row.

This is the terrifying technique of the master witcher. When he uses the big axe to charge forward, his other hand is reloading the gun at a rapid speed. This is the super technique accumulated over the decades, Jacob. Boo's gunfire never stopped during the battle.

"Ugh!!" At this moment, a scream caught Jacob's attention, and when he noticed, the old Demon Hunter's eyes were split.

A young witcher was pierced through the heart by the point of Bert's axe, and was nailed to the wall. The interior of the warehouse was on fire, and the young witcher's clothes were also burned with flames. He was miserable. Excited: "Fallen! Your soul will be judged!"

"Oh? How does it feel to be grilled by flames for a witcher who uses flames to purify his enemies all day long?" Belt laughed exaggeratedly, but he quickly reached out and pulled the witcher's bright red heart from his chest. I took it out: "Forget it, this kind of cheap sacrifice will not arouse the interest of my lord."

"Teacher, can I use your head?"