Chapter 687 Endless Resentment
This scream could be heard in the surrounding mansions.
But no one showed up, just silence.
Priest Hayik frowned, gradually noticing something unusual in this calmness.
So he ignored the stench and stepped forward quickly, taking out a scepter.
The scepter shone with holy light, actually dispelling a trace of the stench.
"Sure enough..." Priest Hayik gritted his teeth.
The servant of God walked forward tremblingly, and when he saw the expression on Hayik's face and the scepter in his hand automatically emitting a faint light, he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart, and asked cautiously: "Sir... yes, yes, then. The girl...has changed?”
"Hmph!" Hayk said angrily, "It's all your bad idea. You actually said you wanted to save her life! Now I'm in trouble. There is such a thing in the residential area. I don't know what level it is. I'm afraid I'm going to be unlucky. ! ”
"Sir, you are under the protection of High Priest Will. You will be fine..." The divine servant lowered his head, but rolled his eyes in his heart.
He just went along with the flow and told Hayik's innermost thoughts, but he could still be blamed at this time.
"Hmph! Even if my uncle can protect me, I will still get scolded!" Hayk squeezed the scepter and gritted his teeth and said, "That's it, let's talk after we go in."
He pointed to several servants of God and said, "You guys, come with me."
The faces of the servants of God changed. They recalled that the servant of God who was already the most cultivated among them just now left only a scream after entering without even a trace of struggle...
Hayk saw the shrinkage of the servants of God, and he suddenly became angry: "What's wrong? As a servant of the temple, you don't even dare to face the weirdness directly? Have you fed the dogs with the teachings I usually give you?"
He squeezed the invisible chain in his hand tightly, and then, metal snares suddenly appeared on the necks of the servants of the gods. The snares were tightening rapidly, squeezing their necks like iron hoops, suffocating them.
Including the always obedient servant of God, although the stranglehold was not as tight as the others, it was still painful and almost suffocating.
But he could still struggle to say: "Great...people...please...us...obey..."
After begging for mercy, Hayk finally snorted and let go of his hand.
After this punishment, these servants of God dared not resist, so Hayik could only pull the invisible chain and enter the dilapidated courtyard.
The surroundings of the yard were in disarray, and the square hut inside was pitch black, with a putrid smell coming to his face, mixed with the smell of blood.
The ground was covered with traces of blood mixed with soil, many of which had turned dark brown, obviously not fresh blood.
But it's sticky under my feet, and it must have been mixed with new ones.
Thinking about it more carefully, it is the servant of God...
Suddenly, everyone couldn't help but feel a chill running down their spines.
"Sir, can you please tell me what level this is..." the closest servant of God asked cautiously.
Hayk smiled coldly and replied: "Do you think I don't know?"
He paused and added in a cold voice: "I won't say anything, I just don't want you cowards to run away."
These words gave the servants of God a chill in their hearts.
Obviously, the level of this weirdness is very high, and it can make them so scared that they run away.
But now that his neck is being held by someone else's hand, if he runs away, he may die at the hands of Hayik before he is killed by something strange.
Their hearts were filled with fear, but Priest Hayk still pushed them toward the house.
"You guys explore the path first." Hayk ordered.
"Sir..." The close servant of God looked at Hayik with pleading eyes.
So Hayk said: "You stay and take care of me."
This servant of God breathed a sigh of relief, but the other servants of God were even more angry, but they did not dare to disobey, so they could only walk into this unimaginably smelly room with cold hands and feet.
As soon as he stepped into the house, there was a crunching sound under his feet.
The servants of the gods lowered their heads and saw that there was a piece of fresh body parts, and a piece of broken clothing of the servant of gods was thrown next to it. The white cloth was soaked with blood.
This scene made the hearts of all the servants of God suddenly tighten. No matter what the threat was, they turned around and wanted to run out of the house.
However, in the darkness of the house, several hands suddenly stretched out, grabbed them one by one, and dragged them into the house. The screams gradually disappeared into the darkness.
Then there was no more, and there was silence again.
The remaining servant of the god opened his eyes wide and looked at Hayik in horror, his voice trembling: "Sir, why don't we report it to the temple and let the temple handle this matter?"
"You said...no, that's right."
Hayk nodded and swallowed. The hand holding the scepter was trembling, knowing that the strange thing in front of him was indeed something he couldn't deal with.
So the two of them stepped back step by step together.
At the same time, there was a rustling sound coming from the house, with a strange overlapping feeling, as if there were many bodies dragging on the ground, getting closer and closer.
This terrifying association instantly occupied their minds, and their hearts beat rapidly.
"My lord, use your magic quickly!" the divine servant shouted eagerly.
"Oh, oh! Yes yes yes!"
Hayk finally reacted and waved his hand hastily.
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The golden array quickly appeared in the air, forming a sacred array that sealed the thing that was being dragged out from the darkness inside the house.
The two of them no longer hesitated, turned around and ran quickly outside the courtyard.
However, there was a heart-wrenching tearing sound, followed by a crisp crackling sound. They did not look back, knowing that this meant that the magic circle was about to be unable to support, and the pace under their feet involuntarily accelerated.
At this moment, the courtyard door in front of them suddenly slammed shut, firmly blocking their way.
But they are all monks, how could they be blocked by this low earth wall?
The two of them kicked hard almost at the same time, quickly jumped out of the earth wall, and ran towards the end of the alley.
But this obviously short alley seemed to be endless, and there was the sound of flesh slapping against the ground behind him, and it was gradually approaching.
Finally, one hand stretched forward, and the two ran desperately, but they could no longer distance themselves. They could only see the extended hands of different lengths, like demonic tentacles, gradually surrounding them.
The servant of the god hurriedly drew out his sword and chopped it off with all his strength.
And because Priest Hayik had just cast the magic circle, his body felt empty, and he fell half a step behind.
Seeing that the servant of God was gradually pulling away from him, Hayk could feel hands reaching out from behind to catch him, but his body-protecting divine light was still blocking him.
But as these hands gradually squeezed his body-protecting divine light, the fate of being transformed, broken, and crushed into pulp awaited him!
"Sir, run quickly!" The servant in front was still shouting eagerly.
Hayk was shocked. How could he accept such a fate?
He tightened his grip on the chain in his hand and pulled hard without any hesitation.
The chain swung rapidly in the air, pulling a divine servant in front of him violently backward. With that powerful force, Hayk quickly leaped forward like an arrow on a bowstring.
The servant of God was left behind and fell surrounded by hands and heads. He could only watch Hayik's back getting further and further away in despair.
A sharp pain suddenly came from my leg.
Countless scarlet mouths rushed towards him, biting his legs severely and tearing off one of his legs.
Then there is the whole person...
Pain, panic, and despair were intertwined, and overwhelming resentment surged in the heart of the servant of God.
He hated that he had to flatter and grovel.
He hated it, his hands were covered with blood, and he couldn't sleep well every night.
He hated even more until he died without even a name.
No one in the temple remembers him, and no one in this world will remember him.
Because he is just a slave.
Under such extreme resentment and pain, he quickly transformed in the mouth of the strange creature and merged into one of them.
Then, with endless resentment, he chased the retreating figure in front of him.