The Game of Demon Hunter

"Seven years ago, when Modric's mine tunnel was digging down, a huge underground space was discovered. It seems that someone dug it out on purpose." The obsidian figure shook the air and said quickly: "We are inside I found an ancient book that recorded some forbidden knowledge."

"Aren't you curious about why there is an underground space in the mine?" Xu Yichen wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "Don't tell me you didn't suspect it at all."

"No, no one doubted it. From the day when the ancient books were discovered, all those who have been in contact with those things have focused on those books, and no one has considered other issues." The obsidian figure shook Shaking his head: "It's like there is an invisible hand, pulling our attention and refusing to let go."

"Those ancient books are made of human skin. I don't know how to deal with them, so they can't be damaged." The obsidian portrait continued: "Modrick and I left all other miners, slaves, and guards who knew about it there, The only exit is blocked."

Xu Yichen nodded without interrupting.

"The books record all kinds of knowledge that we just need to use. It's a coincidence, but we were used to it at that time." The obsidian doll said to the witcher: "Do you know how many slaves are there every year in this big mine?" Did you die in it?"

"I guess this will be an astonishing number?" Xu Yichen extinguished the torch, hoping to slow down the oxygen consumption, but the stuffy air still made him feel a little uncomfortable.

"Seven, seven people every day." The obsidian figure said a number that was somewhat unexpected for the witcher. He originally thought it would be a very scary number.

To be honest, even if the other party told him that the mountain was piled up with corpses, he wouldn't feel anything.

However, seven, Xu Yichen felt that there was something wrong with this number. Compared with the number, this number obviously had a deeper meaning, and among them, the most obvious one was the religious meaning.

"Seven is the holy number of the great and loving father. Since we discovered those books, the number of people who die in this mine every day has been constant. Seven people per day, two hundred and ten people per month, and two One thousand five hundred and fifty-five people, until today, exactly seven years, 17,885 people, not one more, one less."

"In this way, Nurgle is really kind here." Xu Yichen picked up a piece of obsidian and rubbed [Elegant Ripper] back and forth on it.

"No, it's not kindness, it's fear." The fear of the obsidian figure crossed the air and reached the witcher's ears: "Once, there was a mine accident, and more than seventy miners and slaves were sealed in In the mine tunnel, we worked hard for three days, but failed to dig through the tunnel, the air inside was exhausted, everyone must die, but they are still alive."

"We worked hard for another four days, and finally got through the tunnel on the seventh day. We found that the inside had collapsed again, and everyone was under the pressure of stones." The obsidian figure told a horrifying story in a narrative tone: " During the seven days of rescue, we pulled out a total of forty-nine inhuman corpses, and the people behind them are still alive."

"Even if their heads were smashed, those people refused to die, their chests were still rising and falling, and their hearts were still beating vigorously, even though there was no blood in that body." The obsidian portrait paused: "The people present Half the miners were crazy, and then Modric and I found a chance to kill them in the city."

"Seven, the number of deaths here is only seven per day. The number is enough. Even if they are crushed into meat paste, they will have to wait until the next day. The boundary between life and death here has long been blurred." Obsidian sighed He took a deep breath: "When we realize that this place has become the altar of the loving father, and we are offering sacrifices to him every day, it is already too late. The daily sacrifice of seven people is prepared to summon this plague. When we By the time we really figured it out, it was already too late, we had to choose to join forces or become undead."

"Not only that, in the past few years, as long as the corpses are buried in the mine, after seven days, they will become part of the big mine, and they will become the minerals we urgently need." The obsidian portrait said quickly: "We want to Everything you want can be found in those books, and can be obtained through the big mine."

"This is a living mine, and this is where Modric's goal is. He sacrificed the entire city to his loving father, and all of us, including us, are but a part of Modric's dream of eternal life." Obsidian The portrait laughed miserably: "Give me a good time, all your efforts are in vain, now Modric has already reached the bottom, and it was a part of him that wanted to devour me just now."

"Then why are you here?" Xu Yichen asked forcefully, "Don't tell me you are a victim, tell me how can I stop Modric? How can this plague be completely ended?"

"Kill Modric, and the cancer of eternal life will be completely over. Everything that happened here was manipulated by Modric." The obsidian figure looked at the flames that had burned to his waist: "If you can't kill him, At seven o'clock tomorrow morning, he will complete the assimilation of the entire Storm's End, and now his real body has almost filled the third floor, right?"

"As for me, I'm just a little guy who wants to get ahead, and I don't have the courage to resist." Viscount Amos said to the witcher for the last time: "Give me a good time! I've already told you everything I know. "

"No, I'm going to see what you're afraid of." Xu Yichen activated the [Red Time] state and instantly cut off the opponent's arms, leaving only a body without limbs: "There are tens of thousands of people in Storm's End Castle. The wronged soul probably doesn't want you to die so easily, does it?"

Xu Yichen threw his two arms into the mine, and then pushed the remnant body of the obsidian figure to the edge of the hole: "Good luck, Lord Viscount Amos, hold on for a while, and help me buy some time. "

"You have no chance. He has already completed most of the sacrificial ceremony. Only me and the less than 3,000 survivors in the city are left. They and I are not important at all." Frustrated, but not hysterical because of the witcher's change of mind: "I don't know why, the great benevolent father has not been so strict with the sacrifices recently, I think the current level is enough for Modric to impress the great benevolent father Father."

Xu Yichen took a look at this nobleman who still didn't dare to call Nurgle by his name before he died, and left without looking back.