Chapter 72 Blood Sacrifice Prologue!
The ceremony at the altar continues.
Although the old man dressed as a noble had turned into a terrifying monster that combined moth and human, the two gray-robed priests on the altar did not seem to intend to end it all. During the ceremony, they , lit some kind of strange incense, and then while walking around the pupa man on the altar, wisps of powder with a faint fragrance were inadvertently scattered.
The believers around him were so intoxicated that they soon fell asleep one after another.
Hank, who was lurking in the crowd, also shook his head, then held his breath, and when other people around him began to fall to the ground and fell asleep, he also staggered and fell down.
The incense and powder in this ceremony have extremely strong hallucinogenic and hypnotic effects. Even an extraordinary person like Hank can't stand the smell of powder. This is because he held his breath in advance. , otherwise you might be tricked on the spot.
"It's not an ordinary psychedelic potion!... It's a strange item made from extraordinary relics!..." Hank bit the tip of his tongue.
He lay on the ground and did not dare to move. He closed his eyes and seemed to have fallen asleep.
These two cultists are very strong!
This is the first time that Hank has encountered such a difficult enemy. If they fight against each other, he may not even be able to withstand the first wave of hallucinogenic powder, because the opponent's methods are quite weird. Fighting against them Even breathing has to be very careful. If you want to deal with such an enemy, you must either be prepared in advance or come from the warrior path of extraordinary beings. They rely on their extremely powerful physical saving throw and will saving abilities to completely resist all the negative status attached to the moth powder.
"The emergence failed."
One of the gray-robed priests took off his hood, revealing an indifferent face. He was a man in his thirties. He looked at the pupa in front of him, disappointed. Said: "It has begun to pupate."
"He cannot become one of us."
"He can only become a slave of the lower class."
That piece The originally white silkworm chrysalis is slowly turning into a gray pupa similar to other insects, and the monster inside is transforming.
Another gray-robed priest also took off his hood, revealing a face that was almost the same as the man in front. They looked like twins, with similar facial features.
“We need the identity of Sir Nathan.”
“Without him, it will be difficult for us to avoid the Night Watch and enter the party.”
The gray-robed priest on the side put his palm Putting it on the face of the chrysalis, he frowned slightly and said: "Only ancient blood can fully bring the offspring of the moth mother."
"There are still too few nobles in Dorne."
"Are you coming? Or am I coming?"
Another gray-robed priest cut open the pupa man with a dagger, looked at the squirming monster inside, ignored its roar and scream, and directly cut its newly formed face He cut it off and said calmly: "I'll do it."
An incomplete human face was peeled off, and the gray-robed priest said: "It's difficult to hide from those people if you just rely on the art of disguise." Night Watch."
"The Circus of Doom hasn't taken action yet?"
The priest next to him gently raised his hand and put the painfully howling mothman monster into sleep, shaking his head. : "Not sure. They just promised to cooperate with us and summon the offspring of the moth mother to come."
"What to do with these other people?"
Another priest has pasted the incomplete human face on his own. His figure is twisting and squirming, and soon changed from a strong man to a The slightly rickety old man said slowly: "Sacrifice them all."
"Maybe an Emergent will appear."
On the ground, Hank's breath paused.
Next second!
His figure shot up, and the moment he stood up, two pistols appeared in his palms. With a burst of gunfire, the two gray-robed priests in front of him were instantly beaten into pieces. The shooting skills of the Ranger Path are not comparable to others. Every bullet fired by Hank hits the enemy's vital points, either the head or the heart. Because some monsters have different fatal weaknesses, he also pays special attention to other vital points. parts.
But something strange happened.
Although the figures of the two gray-robed priests were riddled with bullet holes, no trace of blood could be seen spilling out. Their bodies were like rags, with all the bullets taken from the front.
"No! Illusion!"
A special alchemical grenade appeared in Hank's palm, but he glanced at the other people lying on the ground and threw it towards The position behind you.
boom!
A muffled sound directly exploded the door of the secret room. Hank's fingers were like butterflies piercing flowers. In the moment of rolling to dodge, Hank finished loading a red bullet.
“Night watchman?”
A vague whisper echoed in the secret room.
“It should be the investigator.”
"Otherwise it would be impossible to discover us." Another voice sounded.
There is a sweet fragrance in the air.
Powdered mist spreads.
Hank held his breath and tried to use inspiration to search for the enemy's location. He felt that his body was gradually becoming weak. Even though he held his breath, his consciousness slowly became drowsy.
Poisoned.
Hank realized the danger and rushed towards the door.
This moment.
Behind Hank, there seemed to be a slight noise, like a moth flapping its wings. Hank, who had already rushed to the door, turned around instantly and aimed at the position behind him, without hesitation. The trigger was pulled.
Boom!
In the bursting fire, there was dark green blood spilled, as well as burning broken wings, like moth wings, broken skulls, broken tentacles, and a cold spike mercilessly It pierced Hank's chest and came out of his lungs.
Some kind of biological toxin spread in Hank's body, his consciousness gradually faded, and his whole body was paralyzed.
"What to do with him?" A high-pitched voice sounded, like an insect chirping. Amid the painful roar, another voice sounded: "To the moth mother!"
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Butterfly Club.
Under the dim light, there is a group of rich and powerful people who are intoxicated with sex. This club is an extremely secret place for pleasure and enjoyment in the upper city. It is located to the south of the villa area. People who are not high-status cannot enter at all. Even with the recent turmoil in the city of Dorne, the business of this club has not been affected at all. Because most of the police force was used to protect the wealthy area, the unrest in the dock area and the old city did not impact here at all.
"Those night watchmen are so incompetent."
In a dark corner, a somewhat drunken young man cursed: "You actually let those untouchables see the existence of the monster. . ”
“They are fully responsible for this turmoil!”
Although the existence of extraordinary beings can be hidden from ordinary people, it is difficult to hide it from the small number of people who have power and wealth in society. people.
It's just that the price to be promoted to a transcendent person is very high. Even the upper echelons of secular power will only select one or two family members for promotion after careful consideration. Of course, if this power did not come at a huge price, I am afraid that ordinary people's path to promotion would have been monopolized by them.
The companions on the side seemed to want to stop the drunken young man. Although the existence of the monster had spread throughout Dorne, it was not good to discuss it openly.
"Don't stop me!..." The drunk young man continued to curse, his voice faded, and he muttered: "If I were also a transcendent, I would definitely not let that monster escape."
< br>"If my father hadn't allowed it, I would have..."
Some of the companions on the side looked like they were laughing. One of them turned sideways and said to his friend next to him: "His father is Wo. The majority shareholder of Fu Steamship.”
"The fire in the dock area two days ago burned down their family's property."
"A second son who has no inheritance rights, ignore him."
At this time, another person next to him The man came over and continued to break the news: "That factory was the property he had been begging for for a long time, but he didn't expect it to be completely burned down."
"He hated those night watchmen."
Someone chuckled in the darkness.
At this time, there was a burst of noise from the direction of the stage.
When they looked up, the crowd around them suddenly became restless. It turned out that an extremely enchanting and beautiful dancer appeared on the stage. She had towering peaks, snow-white skin, and a slender waist. With her slim legs and slender legs, she gently took off her tulle shawl and walked a catwalk around the stage. Her charming figure immediately attracted the attention of everyone nearby.
"Sir, your wine."
A polite and handsome waiter came over. He had a mustache and brought the prepared cocktail and put it on the table. In front of these young men who are either rich or noble.
The atmosphere on the stage has become heated.
Someone threw a lot of dinar banknotes onto the stage. Under the gorgeous lights, the dancer had already danced a passionate and seductive exotic dance. Her skin shone under the lights, as if inlaid with tiny pieces. Diamond, her every move, every frown and every smile made people's hearts sway and it was difficult to control themselves. She attracted the attention of all the audience present, regardless of gender, young or old, and could not look away at all.
In the corner.
The waiter who served the wine had a cold smile on his lips. He looked at the beautiful dancer on the stage, raised his eyebrows, and walked up to the young man who was drunk and yelling at the beginning.
He lifted up the young man’s thin body like a chicken.
Other people around seemed unaware of this, and were still watching the charming dance on the stage with fascination. Some even grabbed their own throats, their suffocated and red faces full of excitement. desire.
"You know?"
"Your words make me very angry." The poet looked at the young master who could easily strangle him to death with a playful expression: "Although I also want to kill those troublesome night watchmen. "
"But I respect them very much!"
"A group of extraordinary people with powerful power, do not fight for power and status, do not care about honor and disgrace, just to protect the order of the real world and cover up the strange country. Crazy.”
“What qualifications do you have for a waste who is protected in reality to point at those who protect reality?”
"Don't you want extraordinary power?"
"Come, I'll give it to you."
A white cocoon that beats slightly emerged and landed on the young man's heart. The slender white threads pierced the flesh and blood. Under the severe pain, the young master woke up instantly. He twitched and struggled with fear on his face, and then slowly turned into a completely wrapped pupa.
The lights flickered.
"Power outage?"
When the poet turned his head and looked at the stage, under the flickering lights, the dancer had already taken off her clothes, but the excited crowd around her suddenly stopped, and then bursts of screams came. Under the flickering lights, the dancer tore off her clothes. She took off her skin bit by bit under the eyes of the audience who were so frightened that they trembled on the spot.
Blood splattered, and the entire club suddenly turned into a hell on earth.
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As I write this book, I haven’t played games for more than two months. I’m looking for a stand-alone game to play on June 1st. Do you have any recommendations?
I first recommend a small game, Potato Brothers.
(End of this chapter)