Chapter 491 Katarina (4K6)
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There is another thing that proves that this grove is indeed a strange existence.
These four visitors are all powerful and experienced warriors, and they have always known their walking speed.
Nevertheless, they soon discovered that even if their minds remained awake to a certain extent due to Hongso's potion, their bodies would involuntarily begin to circle along a certain trajectory, which greatly increased the The distance they need to walk will also cause their shooting horizon to need more additional corrections, rather than planning a shooting line as their naked eyes should trick their brains into seeing a straight line - so if you don't discover this and plan to advance If you attack the witch's residence, the shot will definitely miss. This may be one of her defensive measures.
At the same time, they also discovered that this strange dead forest always showed a gray texture of ordinary dead wood in the middle of their field of vision, but when you turned your eyes to the other side, you would see something that seemed to be full of carvings in your peripheral vision. A crooked stalagmite spelled out.
"It would make sense if the truth were like this." Grendel reluctantly leaned forward and walked along the spiral route with others towards the cave in the center of the stone hill. Now they The cave entrance can already be seen, but according to the route they took, they still have to go around half a circle. "I was shocked at first. I thought she was really powerful enough to create a long-term ancient forest here. Now it seems that she is just pretending to be a ghost."
Obviously, if there is no Visitors who discover the scam of this witchcraft maze or visitors with evil intentions will start to fear the power of the owner of this place, while the latter will give the owner of this place more time to prepare.
"Perhaps the woods represent certain images and rituals in the witch's magic." Vannas said, he also observed the surroundings carefully and warned others, "Don't try hard to see clearly what is in the peripheral vision. "
Aitasia tilted her head, indicating that she accepted the warning from the former Raven Guard, who was also the servant of the Dark Prince, but he immediately became bored, "I thought you would use it. Some more insulting words are used to describe the war commander you hate, such as a stray dog with its tail between its legs. Your speech just now is so elegant that I am not used to it."
The Iron Warrior Arms Commander gave him an unceremonious and obscene threatening gesture, "Soltarn repeatedly warned us to use this kind of vocabulary carefully when he led us to worship. I'm worried that I will say it if I get used to it. It’s a slip of the tongue, so I won’t say it at all.”
Aitasia’s gorgeous face, which is mostly covered by a black leather mask studded with silver nails, always smiles and enjoys the fun around her. Wrinkling his nose for the first time, he showed a subconscious look of disgust, as if Grendel had just told him that he had to put on full power armor and a helmet in a proper manner, and he had to paint himself into a figure according to the scriptures. Same color.
"'Worship'?! Listen to what you are saying, you sound like those disgusting preachers or carrion fanatics! Grendel! I thought you were an Iron Warrior!"
"Of course I am." The Arms Commander was obviously very happy to be able to disgust Etasiya, "And I am steel both inside and outside!"
But then he immediately stopped being happy, because this The champion swordsman of the Prince of Darkness seemed to have flashing eyes behind his mask, thinking of other pleasant things, "Is Soltarn your boss? Do you just listen to what he says? So you can be so obedient inside and outside?" Jingang...? Not as good as us..."
"Bah!" Grendel showed a sarcastic smile with a distorted face, and at the same time took a big step out - the never-ending quartz wind on this planet immediately slapped his shoulder armor with a dense and detailed sound, and at the same time they Seeing Grendel's shoulder armor exposed outside Honso's medical defense position, the yellow and black striped paint coating was quickly worn away, revealing the silvery metallic essence underneath.
“If you can also curse some stupid dog in your heart because you are not convinced when praying, a dog is a dog, etc., then immediately let me be struck by mysterious lightning and unable to get out of bed for several days, I will also be obedient. Don’t think that I can’t curse without using this word. You’re such a stinky (di——) person.”
Aitasia looked calm. He straightened his body a little more seriously, "How can he have such a solid protection and such an efficacious gaze? Which great power do the Iron Warriors worship now?" His probing eyes looked at the other two teammates from behind the leather mask.
Hong Suo shook his head.
"Shh. No more chatting, we have arrived at the doorstep of a wizard."
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They walked vigilantly through the strings of small things hanging high and low from the top of the dark rock cave, connected by ropes of various materials. them and hang them here.
Bones, crystals, shells from various unknown creatures, amulets from various races in the universe, including exquisite Eldar crafts or advanced technological products, as well as rough carvings or simple ones from scavenger races. A piece of blood-stained paper, together they form a huge, cascading door curtain like wind chimes. The strong wind passing outside the cave collides with the visitors as they continue to pass through them, emitting tinkling and irregular ancient singing. .
"Hmm. Wait."
As they were about to pass the last curtain of amulets, Honsou asked the other three companions to stop.
In front of them was an unusually thick darkness. Even the eyes of the Astartes and the auspicious scans could not penetrate it, but the smoke of incense was like the incense wood burned in ancient religious sacrificial rituals. The thick smoke It was slowly floating out from inside.
"The time and space ahead is distorted." He said, "I will go in alone, and you will support me here."
"Then we should go in together." Grendel said, Although looking very uneasy and reluctant, he tightened his grip on his axe.
"Why, I thought you called me here because you wanted to borrow my swordsmanship. Oh, it's sad, so it turns out you just don't trust me?" Aitasia asked.
“But on the other hand, it shows that your ability is trusted, Aitasia.” Honso replied. "Stay here with them and wait for me to come out. If I can't come out, you two will take him back to orbit and let Grendel take you directly to Medlengard."
Vannas nodded, "Just do it based on your judgment and intuition. Don't worry about this."
Honso did not tell his companions the data and things he saw on his medical goggles, then It doesn't help, but it's really not appropriate for them to go in together.
He subconsciously took a deep breath to calm his mind completely, and then walked into the darkness.
As he continued to walk forward and crossed the "boundary", a familiar feeling of dizziness and incapacity surrounded him: it was very similar to the time when he was blown away by the warp storm of the Great Rift. , but the intensity is much smaller.
He subconsciously raised his arms and glanced upwards. The reflective screen surface could not see what should be behind him: his teammates should be only a few steps away from him now, and the skylight outside should be The three of them could still be silhouetted, but there was nothing behind him, and now there was only darkness around him.
He took a few steps forward, and a slightly surprised voice sounded in the darkness.
"Why did it come so fast? Are you an Iron Warrior? Strange... just stand there and don't move."
Hong Suo thought about it, stopped and waited patiently. With.
The voice fell silent, then sounded again.
The war blacksmith stood there, squinting his eyes and looking around, as if an invisible hand began to light up an invisible light. From where he stood, everything in the world around him gradually began to turn into Recognizable entity.
Shape, texture, color, details, smell...
"Huh?" The voice seemed even more surprised. "Go forward, Honso of the Iron Warriors. Come here."
So the Potion Master took steps and continued walking forward, and the true appearance of the cave inside the building gradually began to appear to him. , just like he is a bright light, giving color, light and shadow to everything in black and white here. Each giant stone that makes up the interior of this cave is engraved with countless lines of dense scriptures, spreading into the shadows in the distance. The words and the knowledge and memories they carry are endless, and products made of humans can be seen everywhere. It seems that the people with the most resources here are humans.
Books and scrolls made of human skin, chandeliers, cabinets, tables, chairs and other furniture made of bones, brains and blood of corpses were put into medicine bottles, and yellow fat was made The lamp was removed, and a whole set of wet internal organs with blood spots was spread out on the human bones table. Hong Suo glanced at it and recognized that these were the remains of a less successful internal organ divination.
But all in all, it looked like a "general" wizard's room, nothing more than what a Chaos Astartes Lord would have seen on his daemon planet during his burning, killing, and pillaging expeditions.
——After all, do you think the biggest source of human vellum rolls and human oil candles on Medrungard are the empire’s ready-made transport ships?
He turned his gaze to the other side of the room, and through the purple bonfire burning sickly in the center of the cave, he saw a hunched-over creature covered under a mass of rags whose original color could not be seen.
"Moriana?"
The creature made a slightly annoyed gasping sound from the shadows, and stood up shakily, her hood covering her messy thin hair. As it fell, the purple firelight illuminated the old woman's face, and Honso realized that she might be wearing a long, wrinkled, tattered dress that was once green.
"Of course it's me. But why are you here?" she scolded, "You don't even smell like a newborn! Why are you here? You brought the wrong person!"
Honso stared. Fortunately, she couldn't see his expression at the moment, because Prophet Moliana's eyes had already been gouged out, and her pale, old, pitted face looked like a piece of rough iron that had been beaten repeatedly. He only had a frowning expression.
“Newborn,” Honso repeated.
"Yes, newborn, you should have been guided to me by it, because it inherited the memory of Uriel Ventris."
"Uriel... Ventris is an Ultramarine and a disciple of the Corpse Emperor. What does he have to do with you? Is it really because you once served the Corpse Emperor?"
The witch coughed dissatisfiedly, and with an unpleasant sound of phlegm, she spat out a large mouthful of thick black phlegm into the fire. The muscles of the Pharmacy Master's eyebrows twitched.
“Uriel Ventris and his companions were once sent to kill me, but he failed, but he remembered the star map here, so you should have been taken by the newborn Come.”
Her aimless face began to look into the darkness.
"Where is it? I can see its stars, this new star is so bright, more powerful than the last time I divined it, they need it... but where is it? Why isn't it Standing with you? Without your silver hand to heal it, its brain can't handle that kind of knowledge and power, and it will start to disintegrate itself... You have to find it! Then you can go."
Molyana began to slowly turn back to her original position, "Don't come again until you find the newborn!"
"Well." Honso said slowly, and what he sensed from the prophet's words made him smile. "First of all, can you tell me the information I want to know, and then let's talk about this 'new life' you mentioned. Son'?"
The witch sneered, "Bargaining? Who do you think you are? Even the big predator will listen to my divination results in front of me and allocate countless powerful souls according to my words. I am just an insignificant hybrid who thinks he is very smart after reading a few ancient books in your shabby little castle. When I stand in front of the golden throne, the cells that make up you are not yet floating in the sewers of which nest. "Where!"
"Caterina Moliana." Honso read out one of the names displayed on the medical goggles, and then saw the prophetess standing there frozen as if struck by lightning. "Have I read enough books now? This lady?"
"This is impossible!" Her wrinkled lips trembled, revealing half of her rotten teeth, and she spat at Honso Drooling, he grabbed the salt and threw it at him, as if he was an ominous thing, "Get out of here, you damn ghost! You are not welcome here! Why are you here again!"
"Aha. I'm not a ghost, Moliana." The potion master's patience was not very good in front of this nagging witch. It may be due to some other reasons. In short, he did not take any strides to threaten this witch for the time being. The older lady certainly wasn't because he couldn't.
"I don't believe it," she muttered, and began throwing more shriveled herbs at him, the apothecary's nose picking out expired verbena, sage, nettle, thyme, and wild poppy. Fragrance with St. John's wort and more. "Get away! You ghost! Let the right person stand in your place."
"I am a living person." He felt that his patience had never been better. "Or you want me to leave. Tell me how to find Muka, the Three-Born One. I know it is imprisoned in a large mobile fortress. Tell me how to track and find it, and I will leave here immediately."
Molianna fell silent, and the prophet turned to Honsou with his aimless face, "Don't you know this very well?" The witch showed a vicious but triumphant smile, showing that she had probably guessed some intention of the war blacksmith, "Why are you still asking me?"
"If I have more clues, do you think I will ask you?"
"Then, like I said, I will Tell you the clues you want to know, and you have to find the newborn, take it with you, and cure it.”
"Cure it, and then what?"
"Then things will develop naturally," Moliana showed that victorious smile again, "This new star... will make those who have been forced to suffer The humiliated person regains the victory and glory he deserves."
Hongsuo nodded, "I promise you, then tell me and don't make any more detours."
"Then you. Come closer. Men's words are always untrustworthy. I need blood as a guarantee of my oath."
The face of the potion master and war blacksmith shrank with disgust. Fortunately, the witch could not see him, and he was extremely reluctant. The ground brought himself a little closer and leaned down.
When he saw the curled nails on the witch's claw-like fingers and the dirt that had not been cleaned for centuries, he could hardly control his hand that wanted to turn on the disinfecting light.
Molyana's skinny hand caressed Honso's face, describing his strong aquiline nose, thin lips and beautiful and strong jawline.
Just when the war blacksmith couldn't stand it anymore and was about to stand up, she scratched his face.
Scarlet flowed down Honso's face and the witch's fingers, and the long tongue like a living creature wriggled out of her mouth, greedily tasting the blood on her fingertips.
She moaned intoxicated by this powerful smell full of ambition and destiny.
(End of this chapter)