Chapter 43: Were you arrested just after you committed the crime?
Time goes back to 15 minutes ago, when the negotiation just started.
The underground space of Linwell City is quite vast, no less than the area that the city's subway passes through. During the Middle Ages, the barracks, city walls and towers built by Marshal Napoleon here gave it a mysterious and ancient connotation. To this day,
You can still find traces of sword cuts on the mottled and peeling wall tiles.
But today, uninvited guests disturbed the tranquility here that had been sleeping in the dust of time for a long time.
Thump, thump!
It was the sound of a heartbeat, coming from the altar made of bones, violently hitting the edge of the underground world, making a hollow echo.
A huge blood-red heart was sunk in the silent darkness, with ferocious veins like blood vessels spreading on its surface. Its strong and powerful pumping sound was like the heavy breathing of a living giant beast, blowing up a black storm. Beside the altar, a tall figure in black robes kept a certain distance from the heart, with deeply sunken eyes like abyss, quietly looking at two people in red robes, with fangs and sharp teeth.
A pale human figure with claws carried a ragged homeless man to the altar.
The homeless man was still conscious, struggling constantly, with a frightened expression on his face, shouting in panic, but unable to make a sound, as if the darkness around him swallowed his words, making him look like he was performing a mime.
, looks ridiculous.
After approaching within three meters of the altar, the two men in red robes quickly let go of their hands and backed away. The homeless man who found himself free also wanted to escape, but it was too late. In just one breath, his
The body has completely melted, first the skin, then the fat, then the muscles and blood... Finally, even the bones made a hissing sound and turned into filthy blood, which was absorbed by the heart on the altar.
"Next." The man in black robe said indifferently.
So, another poor guy was pushed to the altar. After seeing the fate of the same kind before, he struggled even harder, but it was no use. The two men in red robes holding him no longer belonged to normal humans.
They are so powerful that they can even stop an angry galloping horse, let alone these poor people who are malnourished due to long-term wandering.
In this way, one sacrifice after another was pushed to the altar, absorbed by the blood-red heart, and strengthened the evil power it bred under the blood vessels. When all the fresh flesh and blood were sacrificed, they were replaced by gray-white skeletons.
, it is the remains of the undead that Fiyali dug up from beneath the floating ruins.
They are not as fresh as the previous sacrifices, but they are even more resentful. Moreover, above the heads of these undead is the Maintes Building where Queen Victoria I once awarded the honor to Marshal Napoleon. Feeling the familiar and hateful atmosphere, the undead
Their resentment is so strong that it can almost condense into substance.
When all the prepared sacrifices have been absorbed by the blood-red heart, its aura has become so powerful that it makes people palpitate. Standing in front of it, you will feel that the blood in your body is ready to move, trying to escape from the blood vessels and merge into the blood-red heart.
In a sea of chaos, even the breath is stained with a foul smell, thick and hot.
If this heart is the heart of a beast, then that beast should be the master of blood and the terrifying demon god who sets off the tide of filth.
Today, He will descend here.
The blood-red heart suddenly began to melt, and the alluring blood mist evaporated, but instead of spreading outward, it rose upward, as if it was about to pass through the barriers of the earth and rocks and merge into the more distant, icy haze. p>
The man in black robe silently watched his heart turn into blood mist and evaporate, as if he had seen the scene of living beings struggling in the filthy sea of blood. The corners of his lips slowly upwards and he whispered to himself: "The feast has begun."<
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"O great Lord of Heaven."
"I hope you can enjoy the fragrance of feasting."
After saying that, he turned around and ordered the subordinates around him in a cold tone: "The sacrifice is completed, retreat now."
If you don't leave, the night watchman will come to your door.
Their efficiency has always been disappointing - and this is said from the enemy's standpoint.
Under Verol's order, these followers of the Blood Red Feast were about to return along the original path, but before they could leave this underground ruins, they were forced to stop because someone blocked the road ahead, making it impassable.<
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Mr. Lestrade, the leader of Linwell City's night watch and the director of the Second Justice Department, was wearing a black trench coat as usual and looked at the cultist in front of him with a dead look in his eyes.
Behind Lestrade, there are teams of silent "knights". They arm themselves with holy silver armor as if they are still alive in the Middle Ages, but the material of the armor is very special, neither gold nor silver nor steel nor iron.
Rather, it is a more special kind of metal that shines with a cool luster even in the dark underground, as if it can radiate its own brilliance.
The shape of the armor is also quite special. It is discontinuous and disconnected at the joints. It is replaced by some kind of special mechanical device, which is suspected to be steam-driven, because the exposed gears and metal bearings can be seen inside. There are streaks of faint blue.
The lines are like mysterious and profound magic runes, connecting the armor with these mechanical devices, forming a closed loop, flashing at a specific frequency, sometimes bright and sometimes dark, as if exchanging some unknown message.
Behind these "knights", there are suspended devices made of metal wings, with the same holy silver gun blades, rifles and even shields and swords hanging on them. The surface is also covered with faint blue lines, cold weapons and hot weapons.
The combination of weapons looks quite strange.
Their waists are also equipped with silver-white boxes similar to power furnaces. The patterns are more complex than those on armors and weapons. The exhaust ports at the rear continuously emit steam, gradually increasing the surrounding temperature. On the left side of the power furnace
On the side are slots of different sizes, which seem to be able to connect some special-purpose equipment.
He did not wear a helmet, instead wearing dark red goggles, which almost completely covered the upper half of his face, with only his nose and mouth exposed. The combination of modern and classic reveals a wonderful sense of harmony.
The moment he saw these "knights", Verol's expression became particularly ugly.
He struggled to squeeze out four words from between his teeth:
"Magic Knight!"
There are very few magicians in the Night Watch - or the Union of Orders. They respect the magic system they created even more, believing that it has the power to dominate the era.
The combat effectiveness of the Magic Knights themselves is not that outstanding. It can even be considered that they are just elite soldiers who have mastered magic power. However, once they are equipped with a sufficient number of magic weapons and form a strict enough formation, then
It will transform into a terrifying war weapon, destroying everything in front of it.
That's right, a magician's battle is just a battle, but a magic knight's battle is a war.
Without giving Verol the time to think about countermeasures, Lestrade calmly issued the order: "First team, front line, magic shield cover, magic furnace power activated at 30%."
The group of magic knights at the front took a step forward in unison, making a roaring sound like thunder. They took off their shields from the suspension device behind them and activated the magic furnace around their waists at 30% power.
, with a slight buzzing sound, the magic power inside the core metal entered the shield in his hand along the conduction circuit, lighting up the faint blue lines on it.
Erecting the shield and inserting it into the ground is like raising an insurmountable wall. The translucent blue shield completely covers this passage, protecting the companions behind you.
"The second team and the third team, the middle team, take turns firing volleys of magic cannons, and the power of the magic furnace is activated at 70%."
A similar command was given, and the black muzzle of the gun was poked out from the gap in the shield. He pulled the trigger without hesitation. In the loud "bang" sound, the pure magic power condensed into a bullet and shot out, passing through without any hindrance.
It passed through the shield and hit the cultists who had not yet reacted, and there was a sudden burst of wailing and roaring.
The second team that had already fired began to wait for the barrel to cool down briefly, while the third team followed up and launched a second round of volley. As a result, the gunfire could not be silenced until the magic power in the magic furnace was exhausted.
"The fourth team, auxiliary queue, "blocking plug-in" is activated, and the power of the magic furnace is activated at 50%."
The magic knights of the fourth team quickly took out a long silver-white mechanical body from the belt on their waists and inserted it into the slot of the magic furnace. At the same time, they used their left hands to
The mechanical device at the elbow joint, the gears rotated rattlingly, and automatically deformed with the assistance of magic power, and soon formed a device similar to a hook launcher.
They raised their hands and pressed the launch button towards the surroundings. The blue magic cord suddenly shot out and pierced the rock wall with strong force. It crisscrossed and formed an airtight network, trapping the enemy.
Completely sealed in this narrow area, unable to escape.
The description of the words is naturally extremely long, but these magic knights from the Night Watch cooperated tacitly. From cover to attack to blockade, the whole process was almost carried out at the same time. Before Verol could react, he completed the process.
Waves of fierce offensive.
Looking at Verrol and the other cultists who were struggling in a cage filled with bullets and bullets, Lestrade's eyes only glanced at him. He quickly raised his head, his eyes were deep, as if he could see through the rock wall what was above.
Street.
The small fish and shrimp here are not worth mentioning. The ones who really need attention have not yet appeared.