At one o'clock in the afternoon, Xiao Tan and two npihniht." The next second, a voice suddenly came from their side and said this sentence in fluent German.
When the three of them heard this, they were suddenly startled and all looked around.
What came into their sight was an old man wearing a red plaid shirt and a gray woolen jacket.
Ten minutes later, inside the house
"Young men, time is running out." The strange German man held a sharp knife and stood in front of the sofa with a light behind his back. He said with a stern expression. "This is your last chance today." After saying that, he leaned over
He cut open a piece of fruit pie on the coffee table. "Come and taste the hot pie I made by myself."
As he spoke, he handed a piece of cut pie to the opposite side of the coffee table.
At this time, Xiaotan, Horace and Sean were already sitting side by side on the sofa. Horace took the pie handed over by the grandfather with a silly look on his face, and turned to look at the two people next to him.
His expression seemed to say: "I never expected to encounter such a good thing."
"Okay, where are we reading from?" The weird German man finished cutting the pie and returned to his seat. He put on his reading glasses. He faced the children, picked up the book and said, "Oh, here is the amulet itself.
"It's not big in size, and there are mysterious incantations engraved on it." This is the translation. He seemed to have discovered something, and immediately turned the book over, showing the pages to Xiao Tan and the others, "This thing looks quite weird, doesn't it?"
Xiaotan looked intently and saw a hand-drawn sketch on the page. The overall pattern looked like two mini dragons that were close to the giant dragons in Western mythology, not the Eastern dragons. One was on the left, one on the right, and one on the right.
Clinging high and low to an oval boulder of different colors.
Of course, if Feng Bujue were to observe, he might be able to see that Van Helsing used a quill instead of a pen when drawing this picture, and infer from the ink marks that the other person was in a hurry when he drew the picture; he might also know through this painting process
The pretty poor picture infers the true appearance of the amulet. But Brother Jue is not here at the moment. No one cares about these details.
"Is this an amulet?" Xiaotan asked, looking at the pattern.
"I think so." The weird German man replied.
"Hey, guys," Horace lowered his voice and said in an excited tone to the two friends beside him, "The weird German guy is so awesome."
The old man known as the weird German man glanced at the children and said with a subtle expression: "My name is Leonardo Cimino."
"Uh, Mr. Cimino." Sean asked at this time, "Can you explain in detail about the balance part? I didn't understand it."
"Yeah." Cimino responded, "According to this book, the forces of good and evil will continue to wax and wane and replace each other. And every one hundred years, at a certain point in time,
These two forces will reach a perfect balance." He paused for two seconds, "And the amulet we just talked about gathers the power of good and is a holy tool to exorcise evil. It can not only resist evil, but it is also invincible.
Destroyed." He pointed at the page, "The word indestible is used here with a line under it."
Having said this, he turned a page and continued: "On the night of resurrection once every hundred years, when the clock strikes midnight, the amulet will become particularly fragile. During this period, it will
into a state that can be destroyed."
"What happens if the amulet is destroyed?" Sean asked.
"Then the balance between good and evil will be broken." Cimino replied, "Evil will become the new order of this world." He raised his head and glanced at the children, "But, our friend Mr. Van Helsing said that even if
On the night of resurrection, there is at least one way to stop the dark forces."
"What is it?" Xiao Tan quickly asked.
"If someone can get the amulet before the dark forces, they can open the door to the prison through a ritual that can only be held once every hundred years." Cimino replied, "It would be like a terrifying...
The vortex, the ferocious tornado, can swallow up the evil forces and everything around it, thereby maintaining peace for an entire century."
Xiao Tan and the two kids from the Monster Club all listened to Cimino's narration attentively, and even Horace put down the pie in his hand.
"Did he describe the process of the ceremony?" Xiao Tan quickly asked again.
"Yes, and it's very detailed." Cimino replied, "This diary lasts until the last day of his struggle with the dark forces. What's interesting is that judging from the date, there are less than twelve hours left, that is,
At midnight we will be exactly one hundred years from that day."
One forty in the afternoon, suburbs of the city.
I don’t know what the structure of this planet is like in the United States in the 1980s. Not far from the city, there is actually a swamp shrouded in thick fog. Although it is only a thirty-minute drive from the city
.But the landscape here is comparable to a virgin forest.
"It's close here, you can smell it." Dracula walked through the muddy land with his elegant and unhurried steps.
"Ahhh" a werewolf wearing a tattered jacket and jeans followed Dracula and responded with several roars that sounded like a wolf but not a wolf, like an orangutan but not an orangutan.
Furfur
As soon as their conversation ended, the sound of something being dragged was heard not far away.
Dracula and the werewolf turned around and saw a mummy.
"Ha" Dracula smiled and said nothing.
He also knew that there was nothing to say to the mummy, as the mummy was obviously not very good at communicating.
In short, the mummy and the werewolf seemed to have acquiesced in their status as "followers". Naturally, they followed Dracula, and Dracula led the two men forward without taking it seriously.
As they walked, they came to a deep and vast quagmire.
"This is it." Dracula stood at the edge of the swamp and said in a deep voice.
After finishing speaking, the posthumous title of Jing came.
After a while, large mud bubbles appeared in the middle of the swamp, as if boiling.
Hiss, tear it apart
A few seconds passed, and along with a rhythmic and eerie sound of footsteps, a large rectangular wooden box emerged from the swamp.
Immediately afterwards, a figure covered in mud also appeared.
This "human" figure held the box high with both hands and walked all the way out from the bottom of the mire.
After walking ashore, the mud and water on his body faded away as quickly as possible, revealing his true appearance.
Generally speaking, he is just a fish spirit. According to the ending subtitles of The Demon Rangers, an. I personally think it can be translated as "gill man". His face looks like Ben Bo'er Ba and Ba Bo'er Ben, both of whom are little monsters in Journey to the West.
The body looks similar to a human, with distinct chest and abdominal muscles; its hands and feet have webs and claws, and its whole body is covered with crocodile-like skin.
This is another monster whose IQ is insufficient just by looking at it. After he moved the big wooden box ashore, he looked at Dracula without saying a word, as if he was waiting for instructions from his boss.
At this time, a faint thunder suddenly came from the sky above the thick fog.
Dracula squatted affectionately next to the big wooden box again, and casually handed his cane to the mummy standing behind him.
"I've been waiting for too long." Dracula slowly stretched out his hand and opened the lid of the wooden box, "It's been too long."
Looking at the count's state, nine out of ten people would guess that the person lying in the wooden box was his old lover.
However, when the lid was opened, a tall and strong man was revealed.
Compared with the other three monsters, the one lying in the wooden box is a well-known Frankenstein, that is, Frankenstein.
"Cane." Dracula stared at Franken for a few seconds, then turned back and said to the mummy.
After receiving the order, the mummy immediately stretched out the cane in his hand and placed the head of the cane in front of Dracula.
The head of this cane is a copper bat sculpture, similar in size to an apple and lifelike in appearance.
Without even looking at it, Dracula skillfully pulled out the two "bat ears" on the head of the stick with both hands and pressed them onto Franken's ears respectively.
I don’t know who designed it for him. After these two parts were pulled out, two slender copper wires came out, and the two "bat ears" themselves can be used as clips.
"Wake up, my old friend." After doing this, Dracula took the cane, stood up, and said excitedly, "Our time has come."
After that, he raised the end of the cane high. After pressing a certain mechanism on the cane, a metal rod popped out of the end of the cane and turned into a strange, erect lightning rod.
On the other hand, the community, in the sewer.
The four-person battle with Blade on the Hell Front has gone from the ground to the underground.
From a sniper battle across the street, it turned into a surprise attack under a specific environment.
"Is this a trap again?" After encountering the sixth small-scale directional explosion, Greedy Wolf's survival value finally dropped below 20. Just in case, he had to drink a large dose of survival value supplement.
"Are each of them placed in different forms?" Greedy Wolf Xin said, "Although I also know that there is more than one strategist on the front line of hell, Feng Bujue, but being able to do it to this extent is really admirable."
"Hey, you've been hit six times, are you okay?" Po Jun, who was following his teammates more than ten meters behind, asked worriedly, "How about I go in front instead?"
"Don't be ridiculous." Tanlang replied, "If it were you, it wouldn't be a matter of being hit six times. Maybe you would have died six times."
"You really dare to say that." Po Jun curled his lips and responded in a noncommittal tone.
"I'm telling the truth," Tanlang replied seriously, "I have been moving forward with a high degree of concentration, plus I have specific equipment and S-level medical expertise to support me, otherwise I would die too.
Several times."
"Oh, are just some traps so troublesome?" Po Junqi said.
"It might be fine under normal circumstances, but don't forget," Tanlang replied, "our bodies have all been shrunk. Under this premise, the equipment and the products of summoning specialization will play a greater role." He paused.
After a pause, "And the most typical example of this is explosives."
"As for explosives, I have some too." Po Jun added, "Since the pursuing party is so uneconomical, why should we take the initiative? We can also learn from them, laying traps and making detours along the way."
"Then the advantage we had on the ground before will be lost," Tanlang said. "We finally obtained a certain degree of suppression by taking the first move, forcing them to flee underground. If we stop chasing and let them escape intact,
Wouldn’t it be a waste of all previous efforts?”
"Calm down." Po Jun is indeed a man favored by Brother Jue. In this situation, he considers the problem more rationally than Tan Lang, the strategist. "Maybe the other party is taking advantage of your mentality to seduce you."
You continue to pursue and increase losses.”
After some prodding from the captain, Greedy Wolf suddenly realized: "Wait a minute, you're right." His expression changed slightly, "I seem to have fallen into a gambler's mindset without even realizing it."
The so-called gambler's thinking consists of many parts, and the two most typical ones are: first, a small win does not count as a win, and not winning more means a loss; second, the more you lose, the more chips you have to increase, so that you can win.
Get your money back.
"Yes, we can't chase any more." At this moment, Tan Lang's mind suddenly rang, and many pictures flashed before his eyes. He quickly said to Po Jun, "It's not that I am so smart, but that those blasting traps are inherently
It's just a distraction trick. The other party's real purpose is"
