Chapter 113 Nightmare Monument
The four "Golden Guards" were divided into groups of two.
The two people in front each hold a square steel shield more than 1 meter long and half a meter wide to protect the left and right sides of the carriage. The latter two were holding a long-barreled submachine gun full of heat dissipation holes, and while running with the carriage, fired in the direction of the police station and garrison.
Ta-ta-ta-ta!
Tap-tat-tat-tat! !
The bullets passed through the street, hitting the Davidia trees, street lamps, walls and even the figures hiding behind like water.
There was a muffled popping sound, accompanied by screams.
In the carriage, Colonel Jordan hugged his cane and leaned on the leather seat, his eyes lowered as if he was asleep. In fact, he was watching all this indifferently.
Not long after.
The group arrived at Haddonfield Street, a slum area. Under the escort of soldiers, the carriage successfully entered the Bracker Bottle Cork Brothers scrap station.
The colonel alighted from the carriage, followed by his adjutant and four gold guards.
Several huge bombing craters were left in the originally empty scrap yard. Mud and rocks were scattered, and debris and debris were everywhere. The three-story office building had collapsed, and the adjacent warehouse area on the right was also razed to the ground.
Only the hornbeam tree in the open-air courtyard survived the war.
Standing here quite conspicuously.
Under the tree, the old well is still there.
A team of about twenty people had already gathered around the outside of the warehouse area in advance, and the leader, Captain Hu Zha, strode towards them.
"Colonel, there is something weird here."
He said, pointing to a bombing crater not far from the hornbeam tree in the open courtyard behind him.
“I sent two groups of soldiers down the pit, but they were no longer heard from.”
“Bunker?” Colonel Jordan narrowed his eyes and then shook his head. "There is no point in building a bunker here."
Holding his black cane, he walked slowly to the pit and looked down.
Soon, the colonel's expression changed.
Because he saw that under the eighty-nine-meter-deep pit, there was a hexagonal coffin lying on the ground.
The surface of the coffin seemed to be painted with densely packed red circular strange symbols, and it was tightly bound with several arm-thick iron chains.
But even so, there was still a big hole in the thick wooden cover.
A square, simple tombstone made of gray and black stone stood in the center of the coffin, as if it had grown out of the inside!
"Damn!" Colonel Jordan seemed to recognize the origin of the tombstone, turned to the adjutant and shouted: "Flashlight!"
"Yes, sir!" The adjutant quickly took out an iron cube The box was handed to the colonel.
Colonel Jordan shook the iron square box twice and pressed the top button.
Click.
The circular lamp mouth in the center of the square box flashed twice, making a hissing sound, and then projected a gentle halo of dim light, shining straight into the depths of the pit.
Under the light of a flashlight, the gray-black tombstone revealed the scarlet writing on it:
"Sabotey Louis, 1770-1912."
"'Nightmare" Monument!" The colonel tightened his grip on the square flashlight, leaned back reflexively, and said in a hurry: "Damn it! How could there be such a thing here?"
He regained his composure. , turn the flashlight.
The light swept around the tombstone again.
However, I saw that there were cracks in the uneven wall behind the tombstone, and water was slowly seeping out, so that the entire pit was quite wet and covered with moss.
It looks a bit old.
Colonel Jordan quickly took a step back and turned off the flashlight.
He had an ugly expression, turned his head, and said to the adjutant in a serious tone:
"Hurry up and call the staff and notify the mystics accompanying the army to come!"
"Yes, sir!"
The adjutant was startled. Seeing the colonel's reaction, he knew that the matter was not simple, so After answering, he quickly turned around and left.
After a while.
A middle-aged man in a shirt, trousers, glasses and a short top hat, dressed as a scholar, quickly arrived at the scene under the leadership of the adjutant.
"Mr. Pichai, please."
Colonel Jordan nodded to him.
"Serving the Federation, you should."
The occultist named Pichai agreed and took the flashlight handed by the adjutant. He immediately walked to the edge of the pothole and observed it for a long time by the light of his flashlight. Then he turned his head and nodded solemnly to the colonel.
“Yes, your judgment is correct, this is a ‘nightmare monument’!”
Mysticist Pichai said solemnly.
"I personally suggest that you send someone to temporarily block this area and don't let anyone get close... Judging from the distorted vision below, it has only been activated recently. If more people are When it is swallowed, it is likely to cause the full miasma to 'transform' and erupt into a 'nightmare' pollution that is difficult to contain." "Yes." Colonel Jordan responded with a frown. "I know."
Of course he knows how difficult this matter is.
I still remember that when I was young, I was studying at the Ivory Military Academy in Brand, the capital of the Owena Federation, and I had read several top-secret disaster incident records.
The cause of the disaster is the "Nightmare Monument"!
This terrifying thing born from the mysterious realm has been studied by countless scholars for hundreds of years, but in the end they could not figure out the root cause of its appearance.
What is known is that the Nightmare Monument will grow from the body of the dead mysterious person.
The more powerful the mysterious person is, the more terrifying the nightmare monument growing from his body will be. If left untreated, it can even exterminate an entire city's creatures.
If it is true as Pichai said, once the nightmare monument in front of you has swallowed enough lives to cause the 'nightmare energy' to explode, then even occupying Brak City will be meaningless, because the place will only be reduced to a piece of land. Death place.
The 10th Golden Army led by him only had one brigade with a force of 2,000 people. It came for the purpose of raiding this small border town and had no preparation for dealing with such a high-risk mysterious incident.
There is no dedicated mysterious team.
"McCardy!" Colonel Jordan turned and shouted.
The Captain Hu Zha ran over quickly and gave a military salute.
“Have your people blockade the scrap yard and don’t allow anyone to get close.”
The colonel held the black cane tightly and said solemnly.
“When Brak City is completely occupied and the large forces arrive, I will communicate with my superiors and have people hand over to you, and then I will open this area.”
“Yes, sir! "
Captain Hu Zha responded.
He turned around and was about to give orders to the soldiers, but the next second——
Bang!
The harsh gunfire sounded suddenly.
The captain tilted his head and fell to the ground. There was a blood hole in the temple area on the side of his forehead, and blood was pouring out.
Colonel Jordan watched the bearded officer in front of him being shot dead. He was startled for a moment, and then tilted his head with a cold face.
On the outside of the open-air courtyard, a soldier was seen holding a rifle with a face full of hatred, and smoke was coming out of the muzzle.
But soon, the soldier fell to death at the gunpoint of another soldier.
Bang bang bang! !
In an instant, there was a loud sound of gunfire.
The other twenty soldiers started killing each other, and a few turned their guns and actually pulled the trigger on the colonel.
Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding! !
The four golden guards immediately stood in front of the colonel, raising their square steel shields like a copper wall.
The bullet hit the shield, bounced off, and sparked.
"Protect sir!" the adjutant shouted in anger. "Mr. Pichai, come here quickly!"
The occultist accompanying the army was surprised by the sudden accident, but he reacted quickly and hid behind the guard's shield.
He adjusted his glasses, his eyes narrowed, and suddenly said to the colonel in a deep voice:
"This is a commotion caused by the devil! I saw it!"
"Do you have any idea?"
Colonel Jordan scanned the open space ahead through the gap between the shields. Confused, expressionless.
Pi Cai took a deep breath and nodded.
“Forgive me that I can’t do anything about the ‘Nightmare Monument’, but I can still manage to expel a devil.”
"Then leave it to you, Mr. Pichai."
The colonel's expression softened.
But immediately two more gunshots came from the ruins of the building behind.
Bang bang! !
The adjutant and the occultist screamed in unison, and they fell down at the colonel's feet with a thud.
Behind each are three bloody holes.
The colonel's expression changed and he turned to look.
But he saw a tall figure jumping down from the ruins at an extremely fast speed, attacking towards him like a ghost!
The opponent is holding a ferocious and shiny ax in his hand!
Under the brim of the hat, there is a pair of dark, crazy eyes!
(End of this chapter)