Shadow Apostle

Horst immediately lowered his gaze to avoid looking at the strange statue.

Even in the shadows, Horst could still feel that line of sight.

Cold, evil, distorted vision.

The sight from Tsathogua, the Lord of Enkai.

"You can not see me."

Horst lowered his head and repeated it in his mind.

The invisible sight seems to carry a substantial sense of oppression.

Horst felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, and every trace of his skin was trembling.

"Come on, I believe in the power of shadows."

"The shadows are with me."

I don't know if it was an illusion, but the cold feeling caused by his eyesight has faded away unconsciously, and the warmth has returned to his body.

Only then did Horst feel that what he saw was not a statue at all.

He seemed to have returned to that strange abandoned city.

He was facing the twisted monster that occupied the entire abandoned city.

His eyes slowly left, and the strange feeling dissipated at the same time.

Horst looked up and saw that the statue's eyes were closed.

It was like seeing a hallucination just now.

Ha, hallucination.

The statue is suspended above the water outlet, and an altar is set up on one side of the water outlet.

On the altar lay a mutilated corpse.

His body was riddled with bites, but his face could still be vaguely distinguished.

Old appearance, gray beard and hair, and thin figure.

Seeing the body, Horst subconsciously touched yesterday's newspaper on the lining.

My heart sank completely.

In the end it was too late.

The sudden and severe pain just now was probably the feeling that William's soul was being eaten away.

But before Horst could react, the strange dance of the three human-faced rat priests in the brazier circle stopped.

"Yes, yes, finished product, another finished product."

The leading priest raised his wooden staff and let out a piercing scream as if cheering.

The kneeling human-faced mice also stood up at the same time and let out the same scream. The mixed scream was as sharp as scratching glass, making people feel cold all over.

"Send this finished product to position 42. This will make the effect better and better. Your Excellency will definitely be satisfied. Go quickly."

"Yes Yes Yes."

The two human-faced mice quickly climbed to the altar, lifted William's body, and submerged it into the upper pipe like the wind.

"Now throw those failed products away to cultivate Enkai's people. Maybe they can be reused. Hurry up."

Immediately, several kneeling human-faced rats got up, rushed to the altar, dragged several corpses piled around the altar, and threw them directly into the drain.

The three human-faced rat priests immediately jumped up again and recited the strange prayer:

"fa-ta-Satogua, fa-ta-Enkai, fa-ta-Satogua, fa-ta-Enkai...ka-ta-tuo-le..."

In line with his prayers, the surrounding large group of human-faced mice also began to kneel down and worship.

Then, a strange scene happened.

The statue floating in mid-air suddenly opened its closed eyes.

Then the light from the head surged, and the beams of light shot out from the opened eyes, merged into one, passed through the drain, and shined into the mountain of bones below.

“…ka-ta-tuo-le…”

"The Lord of Enkai... came to the mortal world... stared... spread fear..."

Between the braziers, aliens danced wildly, as strange as the arrival of a fantasy world.

Horst exhaled softly and felt his heart beating rapidly.

Such a bloody and evil ritual made him feel cold all over.

I just felt one after another evil and huge pressure spreading from the center of the ceremony.

There was a warm touch in the palm of her hand, it was Monica's hand.

Seeing that he had not moved for a long time, Monica also quietly touched up, huddled with him in the darkness in the corner, and witnessed this strange ceremony.

After his hand was pulled a few times, Horst felt a soft body lying on his shoulder, and warm breath blew into his ears.

"They're not just transforming their own kind."

"Huh?" Horst was a little confused, because he found that Monica's expression was very strange. She looked not only angry, but also frightened.

"That statue is not an ordinary statue. They have established a connection with the evil god's body through repeated sacrifices." Monica's tone contained a chill, "I don't know how many more times there will be sacrifices, maybe many more times. , but maybe next time, the statue will break through the boundary between the real world and the fantasy world and transform into a clone of the evil god. These damn cultists plan to directly summon the evil god’s clone to come to the city."

"what happens?"

"A huge disaster. They must be stopped immediately, without delay. No one is sure whether they can survive this sacrifice in this world. There is a high probability that they can, but no one dares to bet."

"The problem is that I have been in contact with the leading priest before." Horst frowned, "It seems to be very powerful."

"It can be seen that his strength should be equivalent to level 2." Monica gritted her teeth, "But we can only fight hard. Later you go to K and the bishops to ask for help. We rely on special equipment It can last for a while.”

"I'm afraid it's too late, and these three priests are very cunning."

Horst squinted his eyes and pondered for a moment, then lay down next to Monica's ear and whispered in a low voice.

"Okay, let's give it a try." Monica's face looked uncertain, but she nodded in the end with a rare soft voice, "Are you sure?"

Horst had a strange look on his face, and for some reason, he groped his belly and nodded.

"There is no guarantee, but I believe there is a certain degree of certainty."

"The first time you face a cultist, don't die."

"Don't hand over other people's first time casually, and you are the one, don't die."

Monica nodded slightly, put on her hat, and raised her fist towards Horst.

Horst stretched out his fist and bumped lightly against her.

"Everything is safe." Monica showed a gentle smile that she had never seen before, and whispered, "There will be special training tomorrow, so no injuries are allowed."

After saying that, he lowered his body and silently climbed the ladder back to the lower level.

In the darkness, Horst looked at the still warm fist in trance for a moment, then rubbed his belly and showed a strange expression.

What does this guy want to do?

He even kicked me, why did he start a fight again?

The three priests did not feel the changes in the darkness.

The chanting of dozens of human-faced rats continued.

As the green fire in the brazier exploded, the light from the statue of Tsathogua became more and more intense.

The intangible and substanceless mystery becomes more and more powerful and substantial as the light intensifies.

The screams of rats resounded from the upper floors to the lower floors, and even from the entire sewer.

A large group of rats emerged from the mountain of bones again and pounced on the fresh corpses at the top.

But at this moment...

At the corner outside the lower reservoir, a box was quietly opened.

"Dang, Dang, Dang, Dang, Dang Dang..."

It was a beautiful music box. When the box was opened, a beautifully crafted doll stood up from the box.

She has long silver hair, a slim figure, a delicate face, blue eyes, and a long dress as silver as ice and snow.

The doll steps on one leg on the box, assumes a classic ballet pose, and slowly rotates on the box.

She looked elegant and beautiful, but whenever she turned to the front, her beautiful big blue eyes seemed to be flashing with a ferocious and strange light.

One lap, one lap, one lap.

The puppet rotated gracefully in the music box, and every creature within a diameter of thirty meters seemed to feel a cold wind blowing through it.

Not a physical sensation, but a touch from the soul.

An icy chill rose from the depths of his soul.

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