"Damn... So what I hate most is solving puzzles..."
Roland gritted his teeth, faced the increasingly loud whistle with complaints, screamed, and laughed loudly as he walked into the dark hotel door.
"Miss Herland, have you ever seen similar witchcraft?"
Robert finally came to his senses.
Roland nodded unabashedly.
"That's right. According to my experience, there shouldn't be any danger at first, just a little scary -"
Before Roland could finish speaking, the moment the last person passed through the hotel door, the annoying noise suddenly stopped. The lights of the chandeliers on the ceiling of the hotel seemed to have voice-activated sensors, and the noise disappeared immediately.
All lit up.
When the candle was lit, the soft dim yellow light suddenly illuminated everything in sight.
Suddenly, Roland's pupils shrank, his words were choked, and his steps immediately stopped.
Under the warm dim yellow light, the dense black blood stains on the hotel lobby were very conspicuous. A large area of ​​tables and chairs in the lobby fell irregularly, and almost no decorations on the walls survived, and they were all broken on the ground.
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There were also a large number of wine vessels broken on the ground together with the decorations. Many of the wines scattered on the ground had long since dried, leaving sticky traces that made the dust in those places appear darker, and some of the wine was mixed with blood marks.
Together, they were spread out into lighter black marks on the ground.
The hotel is not as lively as it sounds outside.
To be precise, there was no one here. There was only a long-dead body that had withered and leaned on half of the overturned table, looking towards the door. His abdomen was pierced by a table leg. There was a weird smile on the corner of his mouth.
Under its body, a bright red trace looked like a corpse being dragged. It crookedly led to the door - where Roland was standing now.
In addition, only countless gray-white fragments can be seen in the hall, scattered sparsely or densely on the ground. Dots of scarlet spots can also be seen on some of the thinner gray-white fragments.
The strong smell of alcohol mixed with the smell of vomit that came out before seemed to be just an illusion. At this moment, a gust of wind blew out of the hotel from nowhere, and a bitter smell with a hint of blood was accompanied by the dust.
The breath hit the faces of Roland and others.
Roland and the others were silent for a long time.
Then Roland continued in a slightly hoarse voice: "...it's just a little scary. As you can see, it's not a big deal."
"...I'm sorry, Luo...Heilan, on that ground, it seems...I mean," An Ruosi's voice began to stutter, "That guy is probably dead a long time ago, right? But, this is new
Blood..."
An Ruosi pointed at the steaming blood under the corpse with a panicked expression. His fingers trembled slightly. A fishy wind mixed with the smell of blood happened to blow by, and his pupils instantly dilated due to the deepening fear.
"...Did he open the door for us? Hellan! You are a priest! Please disperse it——"
"Calm down, An Ruosi. Like Hellan said, this is not dangerous, it's just a little scary." Robert's hand came around An Ruosi's back and held his shoulders tightly, "
Don’t be so embarrassed, you guy…”
Even though Robert's tone was very calm, his face was paler than before.
Roland knew that this was definitely not because of his poor psychological quality.
After all, knowing that the White Tower has extremely accurate lie detection capabilities, camp detection capabilities and the ability to easily check the eighteenth generation of his ancestors, he can still become a spy to break into the White Tower. Robert must be the most outstanding person of Titan's generation.
A group of special workers.
The key is that after being modified by the alcoholic director, this witchcraft also included two unpopular curse witchcrafts, "Fear Deepening" and "Sanity Burning", and also added the confusing "Panic" witchcraft.
Signature witchcraft joins the mix.
Not to mention An Ruosi and Robert, even Roland, who had been mentally prepared, felt that his heartbeat had begun to accelerate.
At this moment, the cold wind carrying the smell of blood blew past his face, making Roland shiver.
...Close the door first.
Roland thought this. He put down his staff and sword slightly, turned around, and said to Joseph who was standing at the back: "Joseph, go and close the door."
Joseph just nodded silently, turned around and closed the door.
However, the moment the door closed, an extremely shrill scream came from outside the door, causing Roland and others to turn their attention.
"Help! Let me in! Here, it's already——"
The screams got closer and closer, and finally a middle-aged man's voice appeared at the door. The voice was a little blurry, as if the speaker's mouth was filled with something.
Just from the sound alone, you can hear the panic of the people outside the door.
Then, the sound of banging on the door came. The voice of the person outside the door disappeared without a trace along with the sound of banging on the door.
The force of the door slam was so strong that even Roland and the others inside the hotel could feel the ground shaking. The dust that had been on the ceiling for a long time fell down, and the chandelier above their heads also shook.
The lights flickered on and off.
This feeling...
Roland immediately realized something was wrong.
It didn't sound like a slamming or kicking on the door, but rather like someone pulling someone's hair and slamming him against the door.
Almost at the same time, Robert also realized this problem.
He rushed forward without hesitation, grabbed the door handle and tried to open the door.
But no matter what, the door cannot be opened.
"Tsk..."
Robert raised the ceremonial knife without hesitation, drew an X-shaped pattern on the palm of his left hand, and pressed his left hand against the door.
The next moment, a huge roar sounded like a cannon blast.
It is a combat-based witchcraft called air blast. Some treacherous knife wizards will also learn it and use it when assassinating enemies who are not afraid of penetrating and cutting wounds.
When the air blast technique was first created, it was originally intended to add the ability of instant transformation to combat wizards in aerial combat, but if this propeller-like witchcraft was used directly to hit people, it would also have a good effect.
Not to mention facing the hotel door, even the city wall door can have some effect.
However, Roland knew that Robert would definitely fail without even looking at it——
Sure enough, a huge wave of air swept across and exploded from Robert's left hand.
The hurricane was raging in the room, blowing the broken tables and chairs to the corners of the room, pushing away the gray-white gravel on the ground, and blowing out most of the candles on the chandeliers on the ceiling.
The lights in the room suddenly dimmed a lot.
But Robert was forced to fly up by his own witchcraft, hit the ceiling, and then fell miserably at An Ruosi's feet, letting out a weak whine like a wounded animal.
Roland took a quick look and found that Robert's left wrist was twisted unnaturally, and the cross-shaped bloody opening in his palm exploded like a flower, revealing the bloody muscle tissue inside.
However, the door was still intact. Not even a scratch.
But at this moment, the door suddenly opened inward as if someone had knocked it open.
Under the inexplicable force, the door was instantly opened to the extreme position, then bounced back and closed again.
But at that moment, Roland's extraordinary perception was keenly aware of a man wearing a black robe similar to his own clothes standing at the door, with blood splattered on his body.
And the hotel door that had been opened for just a moment was already stained with liquids of various colors, like an abstract painting.
A thick mixture of dark red and yellow-white liquid was still flowing slowly downward, and some slightly yellowish white fragments were sticking to the door.
However, Roland did not see the middle-aged man who was supposed to be lying on the ground with his head exploded.
However, Roland saw the moment he opened the door, the mouths of the two gargoyle statues at the door were full of bright red, and their ferocious demon-like heads turned 180 degrees, just staring at Roland——
The only good news is that because of the obstruction of the body, only Roland and Joseph, who had no sense of fear, could see this scene. The others were blocked by Roland's body and did not see this terrifying scene.
However, the moment the door opened and closed, something soft and soft flew out along with the blood from the door dripping with blood and brain matter, and hit Roland right in the face.
Roland took it off and took a look, and found that it was actually a deflated eyeball.
The color...is the same as my own eyes.
Suddenly, Roland's pupils trembled suddenly.
Under the influence of witchcraft, Roland felt as if his brain had been pricked by a needle, and something exploded. His brain went blank for an instant, and he almost screamed.
After two breaths, Roland gradually regained his composure.
His heartbeat was so intense that it was about to explode, and his breathing became rapid.
"interesting……"
Roland pursed his lips and showed a pleasant and charming smile.
He pressed his right hand on his chest, as if to suppress his increasingly faster heartbeat.
Feeling the long-lost fear pumping throughout his body as his heart contracted, Roland's smile gradually turned ferocious, his silver-gray pupils trembled violently, and a hint of yellow gradually emerged from the depths.
…that’s great!
"The instructor is here..."
Roland murmured, and with a strong fist of his right hand, he crushed the deflated eyeball into pieces.
"...Damn scum, I will leave you with a whole corpse." (To be continued, please search Piao Tian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!
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