Shadow Apostle

(It has been completely rewritten. It is recommended that you read it again for a completely different look and feel.)

The golden liquid seemed to have absorbed something from his body.

As he spoke, it became brighter and brighter.

When the liquid began to visibly glow, the cup was tipped, and the liquid turned into mist, sprinkling around the altar.

Horst suddenly swung his windbreaker, creating a gust of wind that caused the mist to drift forward.

He stretched out his hand and wiped it under his nose, and the strong smell of smelling salts went straight to his brain.

But Horst still took a deep breath, ducked down, and disappeared into the shadows.

When he reappeared, he was already at the altar.

Appearing in the drifting mist.

Around the altar, the kneeling cloaked man-faced mice fell into chaos.

For a brief moment, they were truly confused.

But unlike several waiters on the road, the confusion only lasted for a few seconds, and they woke up from the chaos.

Shaking his head, he saw Horst next to him.

Also saw what he was doing.

Saving people.

A large group of mice, already affected by the liquid in the cup, were sitting there in a daze.

The rapier in Horst's cane was unsheathed and he picked off several mice lying on Minnie's body.

These gray rats are huge in size, have sharp teeth, and look extremely fierce.

Fortunately, Miss Burnt's secret medicine has calmed them down.

Several big rats flew out, and the sword blade reversed to cut the rope that bound Minnie's limbs. Before the large group of human-faced rats recovered, they picked up Minnie and wrapped her in a windbreaker.

The moment he touched Minnie, Horst felt a tingling sensation in his brain like needles.

His eyes were covered in bloody mist, and endless whispers of terror sounded in his ears.

There is a price to pay for exposure to mystery.

Especially for people with special physiques.

Horst gritted his teeth and endured the vision brought by his spiritual sense. He flicked his cloak and was about to escape into the shadows.

However, the next moment, his face suddenly turned ugly.

Feature is broken.

Just when he was about to escape into the shadows, the little mouse in his arms strongly rejected him, causing him to be ejected again.

Um? He obviously pulled the coachman into the shadow yesterday when he was hiding from Yaqi.

Is it because this child is already considered a mysterious alien?

There was no time to think about it, and there was a slight pause at this moment. A dozen human-faced rats had already woken up from the effects of the potion.

When he failed to escape into the shadows in time, they rushed at him from all directions.

Damn, why is it so fast?

The speed of the human-faced mouse was astonishingly fast, almost exceeding the limit of Horst's visual capture.

Horst only had time to tightly protect the little mouse in his arms with his arms, and four or five sharp claws had already passed through his chest.

There was a sound of tearing silk, skin and flesh rolled, and blood flying.

Horst gritted his teeth without saying a word, took advantage of the situation, took a few steps forward, and walked around to the other side of the altar.

Let the altar become a bunker.

When he turned around again, he already had a folding fan in his hand.

Jessica's folding fan.

Shotgun, stick in the face, shoot.

A flash of fire appeared.

This is a fire bomb.

Two huge human-faced rats were blasted back head-on.

The gray fur all over his body was on fire, his face was charred black, and even his teeth were broken.

But that's all. The shotgun blast at close range failed to cause any substantial damage to them.

After they flew out, they began to scream and roll around on the ground, trying to extinguish the burning rat hair.

A lot of hair makes a weak fire, and the truth is that it cannot be broken by bumps.

Two consecutive shots blew away the nearest human-faced rats, and the scream of heavy objects breaking through the air could be heard behind them.

coming.

Horst didn't have to look back to hear that a wooden stick was being swung towards his back.

You are the one waiting.

He deliberately chose the angle when he came around.

Let your back face the priests presiding over the ceremony.

The front faces the locked iron door.

Sure enough, the bet was right.

The wooden stick was really convenient, so the priest took advantage of the situation and swung it over.

The problem is...the sound of the wind is duller than the sound of the war hammer. These rats are not only fast, but also have such terrifying strength.

New clothes save me, dying once is too much trouble.

The muscles in his back were tense, and he held the little mouse down with his arms, keeping her close to his chest.

"boom."

Like a drum.

Horst flew out like a kite.

Flying leisurely across the altar and past the swarm of rats with human faces.

It hit the ground with a bang, rolled several times in a row, and hit the locked iron door.

Time in the secret room seemed to have stopped for a second.

The eyes of all the monsters followed Horst as he drew an arc in the air.

Watch him roll and hit the iron door.

Then it bounced back in place like a spring.

"Ouch, it hurts."

My back ached as if it had been repeatedly run over by a steam locomotive.

Horst felt that his entire upper body no longer belonged to him.

His chest was also churning, as if he was about to vomit blood.

But it can still move. This dress is indeed a treasure.

Not only did he escape, but he also successfully delivered himself to the door.

It was impossible to run. With the speed of these human-faced rats, they would be surrounded in just a few steps. They would be unable to defend themselves and would be submerged in the blink of an eye.

It's not as good as now, there is still a small section of corridor at the door as a support.

What's more...

Horst took off the little mouse hanging in front of him.

At first, the little paws were still clawing at his body, but when he heard him say let go, although he hesitated, he still let go of his paws obediently.

OK.

Horst placed a ball of small mice in the space between his back and the door, took half a step forward, blocked the entrance to the corridor, and slowly drew out his rapier again.

He looked around at the rapidly approaching human-faced mice.

The quantity is a bit large and the strength is a bit strong.

Girl, can you hurry up.

Serena appears, steam mode activated.

The consumption of high-concentration whale oil makes a heart bleed.

Two shots, bang bang, knocked back the two human-faced rats that approached rashly.

Shaking his aching wrist, Horst suddenly rolled his eyes.

"Viscount Star, don't you find it strange? And that Mr. mouse, what about you?" Horst shouted loudly, "How come I can appear in such a timely manner and just appear at the altar?"

No one answered, but the approaching speed of the nearby human-faced rats slowed down significantly, and the four figures beside the altar also turned their heads this way.

"Because a big hairy toad asked me to come."

"Nonsense, it's impossible for someone who sleeps in Enkai..."

"Lord Tsatogua's characteristics, it seems that he does have a portal."

"What are you thinking, idiot."

Although he shouted this, the human-faced rat's approaching footsteps stopped unconsciously, and even took a few steps back, looking at each other in confusion, a little at a loss.

Even the three priests were silent for a long time. After a long time, the leader said loudly with a cunning look in his eyes: "You said you were sent by the Lord of Enkai? Come here first and speak clearly."

"Okay." Horst bent down and picked up Little Minnie again. He seemed to be about to take a step, but suddenly stopped, "No, you are scared around me, so..."

Under the gaze of more than a dozen human-faced rats, he suddenly opened the door lock with his backhand.

"Bang", the door was kicked open from the outside.

Horst stuffed the little mouse out without even looking at it, and at the same time took the two small wine barrels handed to him from outside.

"You..." The person who handed the bucket was the panting Miss Burnt.

"Protect her and kill the one that comes with you."

"Huh? Which one?"

Miss Berndt turned around subconsciously, but there was nothing behind her.

Looking back, the iron door has been closed and locked.

"You did this again..."

Miss Berndt screamed through gritted teeth outside, but unfortunately, she could no longer hear clearly through the door.

Horst was holding two buckets and walked into the secret room with a smile.

The cork of a barrel has been opened, and a thick liquid is continuously spilling from it, exuding a strong smell of sea.

Whale oil, the best fuel in the steam age.

"Does it look familiar, Viscount Star? The fuel stored in your basement was discovered by the way when we were hiding it just now."

One bucket was half empty, and Horst held the other in his hand.

The human-faced mice around him had already sensed something, and they stayed away from Horst in fear.

"You are the bodyguard of the Berndt family, don't be impulsive. This is just a misunderstanding."

Viscount Star also turned pale and waved his hands desperately.

"Ask a question." Horst asked with a smile, "When you go home at night and find that the gas leaks in your home, what will you do?"

"The answer is of course to have a cigarette first to calm down the panic."

As he spoke, Horst lit the lighter, held the flame between his fingers, and threw it to the ground.

"boom."

Completely rewritten, highly recommended to watch it again.

The atmosphere was just laid out in the last chapter, and I'm waiting to see the results of this chapter. . . . . He retracted himself. . . . What nonsense is this. I got angry after reading it myself, so I deleted and rewritten it.