Shadow Apostle

Only the entrance is narrow, but the inside is actually very wide. The ground has obviously been artificially smoothed, so there is no obstacle to walking.

Horst calculated silently in his mind. If the housekeeper William had brought the countess and others here after welcoming him and Jessica, they would have been at least half an hour in advance. They could only hope that It's still too late for everything.

"My Lord in heaven, may your merciful heart always protect mortal beings, and may your compassion protect mortals from suffering and harm. In the name of the Lord, holy, holy." came Miss Berndt from behind. He prayed softly, "I hope it's not too late."

"Miss Jessica." Horst waited until she finished praying before asking in a low voice, "Have you considered what you are going to do if the worst outcome occurs?"

"What's the worst outcome you're talking about?"

"Any worst outcome you can imagine."

"I will do my best to help them. They are not only my relatives, but also innocent civilians."

"Like last night at the door of the steam engine room?"

"In what name do you plan to charge again?"

"Oh, it won't happen this time. I will try my best to help you." Horst was silent for a moment and murmured to himself, "Even if it's free."

Before he finished speaking, Horst suddenly stopped.

Jessica, who was distracted from behind, bumped into his back and smelled a smell at the same time.

A faint smell of blood.

Horst clearly felt that Jessica's hand holding his shoulder suddenly tightened.

Sighing, Horst gently patted the hand on his shoulder and quickened his pace slightly. The smell of blood became stronger and stronger, which made the two people feel more and more ominous.

After walking hurriedly in silence for a few minutes, a fire suddenly lit up in the distance.

That was the fire coming from the corner at the end of the field of vision.

Horst turned back and pointed at himself, then rushed to the corner with a lantern, his back pressed against the rock wall, and his head poked out.

The moment he saw the opposite side clearly, he felt a jolt of consciousness. His eyes were blood-red, as if he was in a thick fog of an illusory world, and his ears heard strange murmurs everywhere.

A creepy feeling quietly crawled up his back, making his heart beat faster and faster. He endured the discomfort caused by his spiritual sense, shook his head hard, and focused his gaze again.

Behind the corner is a cave so big that you can't even see the edge.

In the middle of the cave, a huge circle was formed with candles. The flame was green and the dancing candlelight cast huge shadows all around. The shadows twisted and squirmed like a group of demons dancing wildly, filling the cave with a strange atmosphere.

What's even weirder is the ground.

The candles formed a circle, and a hexagram array filled with blood in the center of the cave was outlined on the ground. Every corner of the array was covered with densely packed strange words.

In the center of the array is a hexagonal altar, the edge of which is exactly parallel to the edge of the hexagram. Two people, one large and one small, are lying on the altar. They are too far away to see the shape clearly.

At the four corners of the altar, four people were kneeling facing the altar, their bodies already motionless.

Right above the altar, close to the top of the cave, a huge vortex floats in the air, facing the altar. The vortex is composed of a large black mist. Under the illumination of candlelight, the mist emerges from the vortex from time to time, like a cloud. A weird hand was struggling desperately to get out.

After traveling through time for a year, this was the first time Horst saw such a strange scene. In comparison, the cursed objects he had come into contact with before were as ordinary as daily utensils. Every item here made Horst feel instinctive fear.

Especially the weird altar and the whirlpool floating on it, which looked ordinary and normal, and they were far away, made Horst feel that even his breath was cold, and even the hand holding the gun was cold. They are all trembling slightly. It has nothing to do with courage and courage. This kind of fear is like the irresistible despair that ordinary people feel when they face natural disasters.

Just when Horst's mind was in confusion, a suppressed cry came from behind him.

"Mother, Connor."

Miss Berndt screamed in surprise and ran towards the altar. Horst stretched out his hand to pull her, but after a moment's hesitation, he retracted his hand and put the revolver behind his back on guard.

However, just after running a few steps, before she entered the circle of candles, her feet suddenly softened and she fell directly to the ground. Her body remained motionless for a long time, as if she had fallen into a coma.

But a few seconds later, she got up again, patted the dirt on her body, and looked at the altar in a daze while holding the folding fan.

"Miss Berndt." Horst finally regained his senses from the confusion and fear, and followed up with his gun raised, "Are you okay?"

As if she had woken up from the fall, Miss Berndt stopped rushing to the altar rashly, stopped outside the six-pointed star, and replied in a low voice: "I'm fine, you don't have to worry."

Horst nodded and moved closer to examine the altar.

There were three men and one woman kneeling down, and the woman must be Margaret. One of the men was William, who was wearing a formal butler's attire, and the other two were in servant attire.

Their identities can only be judged by their clothing, because they have become like mummies, and their appearance cannot be seen at all. Their chests do not rise and fall, and they have obviously lost their vital signs.

On the other hand, the two people on the altar, one large and one small, although they were only one step away from the skeleton, their chests were still rising and falling, but their eyes were closed. They were no different from the blood of the five families in the Burnt Mansion.

The vortex above the head rotates slowly, and the black mist is like a dark and deep bottomless pit, with countless weird monsters hiding in it, always peeping out.

"What is that?" Horst stared at the whirlpool, unable to look away. "Do you know? Miss Berndt."

"You don't know? That's the gate to the Kingdom of Hades." Miss Berndt's voice trembled and she replied with a pale face, "Someone opened the entrance to the Kingdom of Hades. This is to take away the lives and souls of the Burnt family. All sacrificed to the god of death.”

"Then what should we do? Why don't we save them? They are still alive." Horst pointed at the two people on the altar. "There are also five people in the mansion. If we don't find a way to stop them, they will all die."

"Whether it's you or me, no one can stop it. It's not something that humans can stop."

"I see, I understand." Horst nodded thoughtfully, "But there is still one thing I don't understand. Can you answer me, Miss Berndt."

"Um?"

"What made you insist on rescuing them at all costs a few minutes ago, and suddenly you became unable to save them, and you didn't even want to try, Miss Berndt?" Horst? He asked with a half-smile, "What exactly happened at the moment of falling? Or did everything happen long before the fall?"

"Or should I call you by your current name?"

As he spoke, Horst turned back to look at Miss Berndt behind him.

What I saw was a folding fan.

"boom."

This question lasts a day, right?