Chapter 170 The Impossible Condition
The silver corridor winds forward, reflecting the busy and mechanical figures of the staff, who are trying their best to remove the body fragments and mottled blood scattered around.
Although the movements were swift and fast, it was difficult to conceal a shadow of confusion and fear in the depths of everyone's eyes.
Ever since the Four Horsemen once took charge of the house and controlled everything with their unique management philosophy, many employees in the base have had a confusing "sense of relaxation".
Of course, this is not a compliment.
It can be seen from this sacrificial ceremony that the sacrificial ceremony, which is supposed to be extremely solemn, as the premier supernatural defense agency in North America, has actually been twisted into a carnival feast.
The air was filled with a strong smell of alcohol. Instead of showing any awe, personnel from various departments competed to place bets, treating rituals that were related to the safety of all mankind as child's play. The level of absurdity even Teddy found a bit outrageous.
In the end, this recklessness and negligence led to an irreparable tragedy.
"Thanks to the special nature of the prison structure, the damage to the main structure of the base was not serious." The reporter's voice echoed in the empty round table conference room, unable to conceal its heavyness.
"But the key is the loss of personnel. Although the Baron and the others arrived at the scene quickly, almost all the guards in the prison were sacrificed. Six monsters broke through the blockade and wreaked havoc in the base, causing hundreds of casualties to innocent employees. Washington has repeatedly Call and ask.”
At the round table, Lango, covered in blood, biting his cigarette butt, listened quietly to the report, while Lao Qiao opposite, his face became more and more gloomy as the information deepened.
The terrain from the entire prison to the base is in a T shape, which means that as long as one entrance can be secured, it is almost impossible for any monster to escape.
Moreover, after Lango arrived, he also closed the door to the outside of the prison. All Lao Qiao and the others had to deal with were the hundreds of monsters that had escaped into the corridor.
However, even such careful deployment failed to prevent several dark creatures from escaping, causing unprecedented chaos and casualties inside the base.
Lao Qiao rubbed his brows tiredly. As one of the only two persons in charge of [Wooden House], he must bear at least half of the responsibility for this accident.
He sighed heavily and smiled bitterly at Lange: "It seems that I am really old. I can make such mistakes when dealing with a bunch of small characters."
Lango remained silent. In his opinion, tonight's accident in the [log house] was entirely his own fault. Based on the behavior of these guys, even if the trip goes smoothly today, there will still be accidents sooner or later in the future.
"well"
Old Joe's sigh echoed in the room, and he turned to ask about Quagma's situation.
"Well" the clerk first looked at the boss in front of him, and then said hesitantly: "Sir Bonnie sent word that Quagma is negotiating with the ancient gods, trying to calm this incident with the minimum cost."
Hearing Bonnie's name, Old Qiao's face changed slightly. That woman was his wife, but for some reasons, Bonnie and him had been separated for many years. In order not to see him, he took over the task of observing ancient people in the base. Because of this, she stayed in the deepest room of the base almost all year round. The two of them rarely saw each other, and their relationship as husband and wife was no longer in name only.
"I see."
Joe pondered for a moment, then spoke again, with a bit of solemnity in his tone: "Have you found out what happened to the little zombie in the Buckner family? Why does she know the switches that open all the prisons?"
The clerk stopped looking at Old Joe this time. He glanced at Rango and explained with some embarrassment: "I'm afraid this has something to do with Chief Pete's past behavior. When he was in office, he kept the Buckner family's youngest daughter as a pet for a while. Time may have revealed some information inadvertently. As you know, Chief Pete’s character has always been informal.”
"Farke! This damn bastard just slapped his ass and walked away, leaving me and Quagma to clean up the mess he left behind!" Hearing this, Old Qiao became furious and slammed the table, shaking it. The objects jumped up.
As for Lango, he pretended not to hear anything and looked elsewhere.
Lao Qiao suppressed his anger, took a few deep breaths, tried to calm down, nodded to everyone, and hurriedly left the hall.
He was going to call Washington now. In addition to him and Quagma, President Baitou also had the nuclear authority to self-destruct at the base. He had to go and comfort the old man quickly.
After he left, Lango lowered his head and stared at the system interface on his wrist, feeling a strong sense of satisfaction in his heart.
This time he killed hundreds of dark creatures, and the extraordinary power he drew was massive. The progress bar that was almost exhausted due to summoning Yuumi was advanced by more than half.
If selected according to the proportion, as long as he can kill two more extraordinary creatures at the level of the yellow-eyed demon, he should be able to fully accumulate the progress and start a new summons.
No, Lange suddenly thought of the prisoners in the prison who failed to wake up from the massive amount of hypnotic evil energy. If they were the target, one of them would be enough to accumulate the remaining progress.
But what worries him is that those guys not only possess all kinds of weird abilities, but they are also immortal in body and soul. If they are released and he cannot solve them, they will definitely cause very serious troubles.
Thinking of this, Lange gently stroked the Colt revolver left by his grandfather, unscrewed the cylinder, and saw that only one of the six bullets that was originally fully loaded was now left.
He consumed four bullets in the battle with the yellow-eyed demon and the black-skinned angel. Not long ago, he shot the soul-breaking clown again. The revolver he originally used as the ultimate weapon can now be used at most once.
Teddy, who was sitting aside in a daze, couldn't help but wonder after seeing this: "Didn't you say you wanted to use the golden altar on the mysterious island to make bullets? Why hasn't there been any movement yet?"
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Lange shook his head slightly and frowned: "I mentioned this to Amos before and asked him to introduce me to a gunsmith, but after seeing the altar, he said that making bullets is a waste of resources and should be made into other things. "
"Something else? What do you mean?"
"A gold cross two meters high."
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Teddy was stunned after hearing this. What does it mean to make a cross? Could it be that he would carry a cross as a weapon when fighting in the future?
"You think it's strange too, right?"
Lange smiled helplessly. There were a lot of things going on these two days. When he got back, he would ask Amos. He was not an ascetic, so carrying a cross was nothing.
Is it possible that a cross hitting someone is more painful than a bullet?
The glass door outside the hall automatically opened again at this time. After Lango glanced at it, he immediately raised his eyebrows.
Quagma's figure came into view. His current state was completely different from the past. He seemed to have been drained of all vitality. He was stumbling, his eyes were bloodshot, and the veins around his eyes protruded like a horned dragon, which made him look particularly terrifying.
"Uncle Kuikui?"
Lange shouted tentatively. However, Quagma seemed to be in another world and had no reaction to his words. He just mechanically found a corner and sat down, immersed in an indescribable despair. .
The atmosphere in the hall instantly solidified, and looks of solemnity and panic appeared on everyone's faces. Originally, because the base no longer shook due to the emotions of the ancient god, everyone thought that Quagma had negotiated terms with the ancient god and successfully appeased the big guys under his feet, but now it seems that things are not as simple as they thought. .
"Rango."
Quagma finally spoke, his voice hollow and distant, as if coming from the abyss, "Our world may really be coming to an end."
"oh?"
Hearing this, Lange quickly pulled the chair next to him and asked in a low voice: "Did your negotiation with the Ancient God not go smoothly?"
Quagma nodded slightly, almost on the verge of tears, "Just because of that damn artificial virgin Yue Mo!"
"Virgin Yue Mo?"
Rango and Teddy looked at each other, their eyes full of weirdness. How could a good sacrifice ceremony be linked to the virgin Yue Mo again?
"Esther's damn dwarf is a fake virgin! Falk!"
Quagma gritted his teeth and growled, his anger palpable, "Damn it! Just because of this Bichi, by this time next year, the world may be destroyed by that virgin moon!"
".Wait, wait."
Lange really couldn't understand these messy words. He stroked Quagma's back, helped him calm down, and asked seriously: "In other words, because the virgin is fake, the ancient god Prepare to start destroying the world today next year?”
"Well, it's not that unreasonable."
At this point, Quagma glanced at Rango with a complicated look, and then continued: "For some special reasons, it decided to give us another chance. It wants to see a different sacrifice next year. ceremony."
"It's different? Farke, could it be that it wants five virgins?" Teddy couldn't help but cursed after hearing this: "The old thing has quite a big appetite!"
Quagma, who was still in a dissociated state, immediately came back to his senses after hearing this, and looked at Teddy in shock, "Walter? NO! If that's the case, that would be great."
He then waved his hands around, and after all the staff had gone out, he came to Lango's side and said in a solemn tone: "The standards for the next sacrifice have been fully upgraded. The ancient god ordered me to sacrifice it next year. To see the ancestor of vampires, the ancestor of werewolves, the demon lord, the archangel of heaven, and..."
At this point, he paused and his eyes fell heavily on Lango, "And you."
"I?!"
Lango pointed at himself in astonishment and repeated in disbelief.
"Yeah. That bastard named him and said that he would eventually sacrifice another child of the Pitt family." Quagma's expression became even more complicated.
Lango was speechless. The others could understand. Maybe this guy had drunk enough human blood and wanted to taste the blood of extraordinary creatures, but what was going on with him?
He didn't remember that he had ever interacted with this ancient god.
"Don't worry Lango, as Peter's best friend, I will never betray you." Quagma said firmly, with sincerity in his eyes.
Lange nodded lightly. He did not doubt that Quagma would capture him and sacrifice him, but he was a little curious as to why the ancient god took a fancy to him.
"Fake."
Has this guy been paying attention to him?
Lango couldn't help but cursed secretly, and then looked at Quagma, "Then, you agreed?"
Quagma spread his hands and looked aggrieved: "I can't help it. If I don't agree on the spot, the day the earth will be destroyed will be today."
Lange did not blame him. Under the circumstances, Quagma really had no other choice but to agree. He frowned and asked, "What are you going to do next? You can't really waste it like this, can you?"
"Otherwise." Quagma's bitter smile grew even louder: "There is one person locked up in the Hell Lord's Prison, but that guy's abilities are so incredible. Not only does he have immortality, but he can also distort reality. Any weapon will be on fire in front of him. The stick makes no difference.”
Lango thought of the man with a head full of nails and always holding a Rubik's Cube in his hand, and asked curiously: "Then how did you catch him in the first place?"
"You may not believe it if I tell you." Quagma whispered: "That guy surrendered voluntarily. He said that he was an ascetic monk and wanted to practice in our prison, so..."
He shook his head and continued: "As for archangels, it's not difficult to find them. There are several angels who have descended into the world and we [Wooden House] are monitoring them, but there are things like the ancestors of vampires and werewolves."
Quagma glanced calmly at Mavis, who was listening silently, and continued to shake his head: "It's useless even if they are found. With their abilities, they can easily escape from our blockade."
"Sang Yaofu Bichi Lange, if nothing else happens, we humans have one more year to live."
"Um."
Lango looked calm and nodded slightly, as if all this was expected.
Seeing this, Quagma asked strangely: "Why aren't you worried at all? Have you already found a way out and are you planning to run away to hell or heaven?"
"You are overthinking Quagma. I have no friendship with the people there."
Naturally, Rango would not tell others easily that Yumi's magic book can travel to other worlds. He shrugged, "I'm just a little strange, why the ancient god would like me, and"
He patted Quagma on the shoulder and said helplessly: "We have no choice, right? Since we can't resist, let's enjoy it and enjoy the last year of our lives."
Hearing this, Quagma was silent for a moment, and suddenly his eyes lit up: "Actually, we are not helpless at all. A few decades ago, before you were born, we also failed to sacrifice once. At that time, it was your parents. I don’t know what they said when they went to negotiate with the Ancient God, but they successfully deceived the Ancient God and successfully passed that difficulty, and there was no trouble in the following decades. "
"So?" Rango asked curiously.
"Let's get Pete back!"
Quagma slapped the table, his eyes flashing with excitement: "You may not know that our base has developed a modified sports car that can go back to the past and the future. We just need to make this car again, and then go back to Go over and find your parents and ask them to negotiate with the ancient gods again!"
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(End of chapter)