No, it is not diffuse, but it appears in the perception instantly - as if that strong breath has actually filled the entire space before I know it, but this fact has always been shielded from the reality dimension, and until this moment
, as the old caretaker finished speaking, this ubiquitous aura suddenly revealed its existence in front of the uninvited guests!
The two men in black reacted almost instantly. The short man suddenly raised his hand and pointed at the old caretaker standing by the stove. There was a low hoarse sound in his throat, as if two voices were superimposed.
With a strange shout, the other person quickly took out a few pieces of paper with a dirty texture from his arms and threw them into the air.
The low, hoarse, strange shout turned into a vague ripple that was vaguely visible to the naked eye, covering the space in all directions of the old caretaker like the shock wave of an explosion. The piece of paper thrown into the air split into countless silhouette fragments, which fell to the ground instantly.
It turned into countless black poisonous insects, snakes and scorpions, making a disgusting rustling sound while swarming towards the stove.
The old caretaker hunched over and silently watched these dangerous attacks coming towards him without any intention of avoiding them.
The shock wave tore apart the shelf next to the stove, smashed all the bottles and cans in a loud noise, and also smashed the burning stove, instantly extinguishing the flames with a strong smell of herbs in the furnace.
The black poisonous insects, snakes and scorpions climbed onto the old man's body, biting the latter's limbs and flesh crazily.
The old caretaker was swallowed up by these attacks almost instantly, and his hunched old body fell to the ground, turning into a messy pile of blood and pieces of clothing.
This all happens in just a few seconds.
It wasn't until the caretaker fell to the ground and the still-heated ashes in the furnace were scattered all over the floor that the two men in black looked at each other nervously.
Both of them had the same confusion on their faces.
"Is this solved?" The tall man looked at the wreckage on the ground in disbelief, and said to his companions in confusion, "These legendary weird and dangerous cemetery guards... turned out to be so easy to deal with? Or is it this?
Is the old man the weakest among the guards?"
The short man did not dare to relax at all. He still stared at the position where the old guard was standing before. At the same time, he quickly scanned the small hut with the corner of his eye and frowned little by little: "Strange...
...Have you smelled...the smell of the herbal medicine is getting stronger and stronger? It seems like someone is lighting incense next to it... No! Leave quickly!"
The short man seemed to suddenly understand something, and instantly rushed towards the wooden door of the cabin not far away. However, when he stretched out his hand to push the door, he found that it was as still as a wall, and the seemingly fragile wooden board actually
Come to the touch of steel pouring and moving.
An old and sinister voice sounded in the hut: "One of the dying hallucinations is that I think I am trapped in a certain room, and the passage out of the room is right in front of me. I try to go through that passage, but I can't find the right one."
The way to open the door."
This sudden sound startled the two men in black, and at the same time intensified their already faint sense of fear, which often turned into incompetent anger - the short man
He gave up trying to open the door, turned around and shouted into the air: "I don't care where you are hiding!"
As he finished speaking, layers of illusory ripples appeared around him, and an ugly bird-like monster could be vaguely seen in the ripples, standing on his shoulders, stretching its neck and screaming - that
He is a "death bird" demon.
The screams of the deep demon and the roar of the short man overlapped, and a translucent shock wave instantly swept across the entire room!
Loud noises of furniture being torn apart and furnishings falling to the ground and being smashed occurred one after another in an instant. The small caretaker's cabin was in a mess in the blink of an eye. Almost everything was smashed to pieces in the invisible shock wave, except for the other items.
A man in black was still intact beside him - the tall and strong man in black held up a barrier, blocking the aftermath of the shock wave while quickly scanning around, trying to find the person hiding in the distortion of the air.
's caretaker.
He had already guessed the watchman's trick - it was an illusion.
Hallucinations caused by burning some powerful hallucinogen.
The caretaker used the dual effects of extraordinary strength and herbs to hide himself and pretend to be a ghost in this hut. But since his voice is still here, it means that he is just hiding nearby. As long as he sweeps the entire house, the old man will be able to hide himself.
Things will always leak out.
However, he found nothing. The shock wave tore apart everything in the room and stirred the air here, but it did not force out the figure of the watchman.
"Another dying hallucination, fear and anger will be amplified, resulting in a strong sense of powerlessness. Occasionally, you will feel as if you are omnipotent, and may even successfully reverse life and death - but this illusion often disappears after a very brief moment.
Dissipated, and then fell into emptiness and greater fear..."
The old voice echoed in the hut. For some reason, the two men in black suddenly felt that the voice seemed to become erratic, far and near, like light and shadow through a curtain.
"Devil's Breath - I now know who you are. It turns out you are two Annihilation Cultists. You disguised yourself very well and hid it from my eyes, but not from my intuition," the old guard continued,
"Why are you here? What do you want to do?"
"The Holy Lord gives us courage and pure essence!" the short man said loudly. He forcibly relied on his faith in the Holy Lord to suppress the fear in his heart, and gradually fell into some kind of sacrificial fanaticism, "You guys
Stupid earthly fakes, just feel proud! You can only be so proud!"
After saying that, the cultist suddenly took out a dark dagger from his arms, and then stabbed the dagger into his heart without hesitation!
"The Holy Lord gives me power beyond life and death!"
Knowing that there was no hope of love and unable to fight against the cemetery guard with his own strength, the cultist chose to sacrifice his heart to the Lord of the Deep in order to fully release the power he gained in the "Symbiosis Contract" and make a last-ditch effort.
.
However, the expected death did not come.
He did not feel the severe pain that he should have felt when the dagger penetrated his body.
Didn't even feel my heart.
The Annihilation cultist raised his head in astonishment and looked at his companion not far away, only to see that figure had fallen to the ground at some point, with a huge hole in his back and all the blood had already been drained.
In the last few seconds when his vision quickly dimmed and his mind gradually became confused and confused, he recognized that it was a horrific wound caused by a close-range bombardment with a double-barreled shotgun - his companion had already died, and he had stepped into the guard's room.
The moment he entered the hut, he was shot from behind by the old guard.
What about yourself?
The short Annihilation cultist lowered his head and saw that he was actually sitting on a chair in the center of the room.
A red-hot tong was inserted fiercely between his chest and abdomen, and green smoke was still rising from the place where the tong came into contact with the flesh and blood.
He recalled that he had lost a short but fierce fight and was killed with a pair of pokers - just ten seconds ago.
"That's it...people can't...die twice..."
The cultist muttered something, tilted his head, and completely died.
"The deathbed hallucination is over. May your souls disappear without happiness or suffering."
On another chair across the room, the old guard with a gloomy temperament quietly looked at the cultist who had completely died, muttering expressionlessly.
In his hand lay the reliable old double-barreled shotgun, and the messy traces of the brief struggle could be seen everywhere around him.
The old man took a few breaths on the chair and regained some strength. Then he reached for the shotgun beside him, propped himself up on his knees and sat up from the chair.
"It's really useless...two heretics were in such a mess, and in the end they didn't ask anything," the old guard muttered, stepping over the tall corpse lying on the floor and another corpse on the chair,
Carrying the shotgun, he walked towards the wooden door of the cabin and said, "There are still two troubles outside. I hope it's not too late."
He came to the door, stretched out his hand and was about to open the door, but his movement suddenly stopped.
There is a strange smell approaching.
A look of vigilance instantly appeared in the old man's eyes. He suddenly tightened his grip on the shotgun, and the next second, a knock on the door came from the other side of the door.
"Dong dong dong——"
On this cold and silent winter night, the sudden knock on the door was a bit harsh.
The old man didn't make a sound, he just stared at the dark old wooden door.
The knock on the door came patiently.
There is no living person outside the door.
The old man squinted his eyes. In his field of vision, there was a pale and dim silhouette standing outside the door. Some distorted and chaotic light and shadow could be seen around the silhouette, but he could not clearly see what it was.
Not a living person - but definitely not a dead person either.
What is it?!
"Open the door, thank you." A polite voice came from outside the door.
The old guard slowly picked up the shotgun and aimed at the hazy silhouette outside the door.
However, before he pulled the trigger, a slight clicking sound suddenly reached his ears.
The door... opened by itself.
A splendid and twisted starlight rushed towards my face.