"At this moment, please gaze into the deep valley.
The river of blood is right in front of you.
It is boiling and boiling for criminals who commit violent crimes.
ah--!
Blind greed and mad rage,
Driving them to commit such crimes in their short lives,
Now he is immersed in sorrow and suffers eternal suffering in the boiling blood!
..."
Ronald recited the poems from the "Divine Comedy" unhurriedly, and the words describing the scene of hell slowly echoed in front of the two of them.
immediately.
In the vine maze, the black mist symbolizing the power of 'wrath' disappeared.
Correspondingly, it is in the ‘fighting arena’ that was opened in the battle just now.
The black mist that embodies the power of the blood river of hell.
Slowly emerged at Ronald's feet.
Snapped--
With a soft sound, Ronald closed the page of "The Divine Comedy - Inferno".
Patricia looked at the man in front of her quietly.
After he completed all these actions, the girl turned her attention to the "Original Code" in the other person's hand.
"Ronald, is this...?"
Patricia saw that "The Divine Comedy" was an original text.
But she did not choose to point it out directly, but waited for Ronald's answer.
Hearing the meaning in Patricia's tone, Ronald smiled generously:
"As you can see, this is the original code I used."
While talking.
Ronald tapped his foot lightly.
The black mist that was originally crawling under his feet suddenly penetrated into the surrounding grapevines like an arrow.
To be honest, this fighting environment is perfect for him.
——Dark night.
- Complex plant shadows.
——Walls of grapevines can be seen everywhere.
The black mist formed by the power of 'rape' lurks in these environments and is extremely difficult to detect.
And you can launch sudden attacks on the enemy at any time.
"..."
There was silence for a few seconds.
Patricia's expression was not too serious, and the topic did not focus on the original text in Ronald's hand:
"Honestly."
"What I'm more curious about now is your tone when you recited the incantation just now."
"In my impression, only a very small number of people can cast spells in such a posture."
"..."
Can that not be smooth...
With a smile, Ronald looked at Patricia and explained:
"That's the tone of my hometown dialect."
"I can only say it is more suitable."
Patricia accepted Ronald's statement and at the same time shifted her gaze to the darkness in the distance.
That's the direction in which the two investigators are laying a trap.
"So next, you plan to use this kind of thing to deal with the enemy?"
"That's right." Ronald admitted directly, "The spells I'm using now are for combat. There won't be much problem in dealing with these cult warlocks."
"..."
Patricia glanced over and her tone was a little tangled:
"The magic you always use to feel..."
"Not the fighting type?"
Ronald replied:
"Focus on investigation capabilities."
"..."
Patricia blinked with a cute expression, and finally couldn't help but burst out laughing:
"Ha ha--"
"It's a shame you can bear it."
"Nowadays, any guy with some ability is eager to let others know his ability, and then take the opportunity to join the upper class of society."
"I thought people like you could only be seen in fairy tales!"
"..."
Ronald scratched his hair:
"It's not that exaggerated, is it?"
"Actually, I just want to do what I want to do."
Patricia's eyes recognized it, but her tone was a little disappointed and she said:
"Do what you want to do."
"What a good concept of life..."
A few brief words of conversation, the conversation between the two lasted just over two minutes.
Not long after.
The two investigators, Spencer and Kate, retreated from the maze made of grapevines. Judging from their now stable expressions, the trap in the plant maze had at least been laid.
Looking at each other, the investigators fell into absolute silence.
Everyone was listening attentively to see if there was any movement from the direction of the cult warlock.
Even Ronald is no exception.
After all, the power of "The Divine Comedy" switched from 'fury' to 'rape', and Ronald's ability to perceive human emotions also disappeared, so he could only detect changes in his surroundings according to his normal sensory abilities just like everyone else.
Boom——
Suddenly, there was an obvious explosion sound in the plant maze in the distance.
Spencer and Kate immediately looked at each other and determined that the trap they had set had been triggered.
"Prepare......"
"open!"
In an instant, the two investigators simultaneously activated the spells they had prepared in advance.
Boom boom boom——
Accompany their actions.
From the vine maze in the distance, a denser explosion sounded immediately.
With Ronald's excellent hearing, he could even tell that the explosion was mixed with human screams.
The trap laid by the two investigators obviously achieved good results.
"..."
"............"
Time passed little by little.
But since the explosion just now, the plant maze in front has become quiet. There is no movement of the cult warlock continuing to move forward, and there is no reaction of other traps being triggered.
The vineyards at night were eerily quiet.
In the continued silence, the atmosphere on the investigator's side quickly settled down.
Everyone could vaguely feel that something ominous seemed to be brewing in the dark air in the distance.
At this time, Spencer spoke:
"Everyone, be careful. Something seems wrong."
He was certain that the trap he set did bring trouble to the cult warlocks.
But at the same time, this group of enemies may also be causing new troubles.
boom--
Suddenly, the four of them felt the ground beneath their feet shaking slightly.
Bang bang——
Bang bang bang——
The vibrations coming from the ground are getting faster and faster.
What followed immediately was the terrifying sound of plants being torn apart!
This feeling......
It was as if a giant was walking out of the vineyard.
The four people looked at each other, and they all saw the solemnity in each other's eyes.
What exactly did the cultists do?
Soon, all the puzzles were solved.
In the dark night, a bloody monster walked out of the vineyard.
The bodies of many cult warlocks were twisted and twisted into a ball.
The limbs and flesh were twisted and connected, and the rotting flesh and green pus became the connecting joints between their bodies.
Ronald could vaguely tell that this flesh and blood monster was composed of the bodies of eleven cult warlocks combined together to form a huge flesh and blood sphere.
And between the gaps of flesh and blood, the figure of the leader of the cult warlock is hidden in the flesh ball.
The moment his eyes turned to Ronald and others.
His expression became vicious and fierce.
boom--
I saw this monster with flesh and blood sewn together, stretched out a tentacle and hit the ground heavily, and it itself moved in the direction of Ronald and others.