The moment he saw the distorted light, the old guard realized that he had fallen into an extremely dangerous situation due to his carelessness - in this cold night, there was an unimaginable and indescribable existence that knocked on his door.
The door, and what's even more deadly is that he had lit powerful incense a few minutes ago in order to dig out the secrets from the souls of the two cultists!
The incense was enough to create the deathbed illusion that the caster wanted in the mind of the deceased, and it could also greatly enhance the caster's own range of perception and mental acuity, which allowed him to successfully extract the subtlest consciousnesses of the two cultists.
He could distinguish the aura of the deep demon in the fluctuations - but the side effect was that his spiritual vision was temporarily improved, so that at this moment, he was almost defenseless and faced the truth about the visitor.
The gorgeous and distorted starlight surged wildly outside the door, vaguely outlining a huge, giant-like existence. It was like ten thousand roars superimposed and the piercing screams were rushing through the mind, and every scream was like
As if he was about to tear his soul apart, the old guard stood there stiffly and saw a starlight extending towards him. The front end of the starlight suddenly bloomed, as if there were countless eyes turning around inside.
Duncan looked at the old man holding a shotgun in front of him, and then glanced behind the old man.
He saw the two lifeless bodies.
The cultists have been dealt with - the seemingly vulnerable old man in front of him seems to have strength beyond his expectation.
"It seems that the trouble has been solved, that's great," Duncan laughed, nodded slightly and said, "I originally wanted to help, but I was worried that you would be in danger..."
As he spoke, he glanced down at his current state, and quickly added: "Ah, I know I look a bit scary and very suspicious now. The reasons are very complicated - the situation is urgent and I have to temporarily
I used a body of low quality, and now this body is gradually collapsing, but don’t worry, old gentleman, I’m not a bad person..."
The humming and rumbling sounds seemed to be mixed with human language. The few words that could be understood were mixed with the huge knowledge that washed over all the senses. The old guard faced the starlight giant in an invisible storm. He realized,
The other party is talking to himself.
This nameless person who visited me on a winter night seemed to want to communicate with me.
But he couldn't hear anything clearly.
But he knows one thing very well - he is the guardian of the cemetery.
He could not allow suspicious presence to continue on this land where the dead should rest.
The old man's muscles were stiff, but he still slowly raised the double-barreled shotgun in his hand. Under the tremendous mental pressure and interference of confused thinking, he aimed the gun at the "individual" who was as powerful as a god.
"Leave," he said vaguely, and then his voice rose a little higher, "Leave! Don't disturb them!"
Duncan frowned.
But he soon understood the old guard's violent reaction at this moment - after all, his appearance at the moment did not look like a good person.
Black smoke was rising all over his body, his skin was broken every inch, and half a kilogram of coal ash fell from his body. The old man just pointed the gun at himself and did not fire immediately. This only proves that there may be no bullets in his gun...
"It's time for me to leave," Duncan nodded and took half a step back, not minding the old man's violent reaction at all. "I just came to confirm the situation."
He could feel that the collapse of this body had reached its limit, and the spirit he projected from the Lost Home was gradually breaking away from this medium that was about to disintegrate.
"Today's first visit, the scene was quite chaotic, and there were many accidents." He showed a smile and said to the old guard, "But the conversation with you before was quite pleasant. I hope that next time we can be in a more peaceful and stable place."
Let’s meet under the circumstances and see you later.”
The spirit was withdrawn from the body, and the body that quickly disintegrated due to the death of the symbiotic demon was finally completely destroyed. After losing Duncan's forcible maintenance, it fell on its back, and fell into a dry and shattered piece the moment it fell to the ground.
of coke.
That indescribable existence suddenly left, actually left.
The old guard felt that the huge pressure and crazy noise in the spiritual world disappeared instantly, and the chaotic starlight in front of him also disappeared in the blink of an eye. A kind of tinnitus with a sense of emptiness emerged, and he raised his head amid the persistent tinnitus.
Looking around, I saw the cemetery path winding and extending under the light of gas street lamps. The shadows on both sides of the path were blurred and overlapping, as if hiding countless trembling and jumping silhouettes. The morgues far and near were covered with dancing figures.
Limbs and creeping shadows, pairs of eyes blinking in the darkness, each pair of eyes seemed human but not human.
He closed his eyes hard and silently recited the name of Bartok, the God of Death, and then opened them again after a few seconds.
The weird scene in his field of vision still existed, but it was a little better than before. At least he could see more of what the real world should look like, and he could see the boundary between the road and the morgue clearly.
It’s the reverberations of madness—and the good news is it’s not permanent madness, nor is it complete madness.
The old guard looked toward the path and saw a pile of strange charcoal scattered on the roadside. He also looked toward the morgue in the distance, but it was difficult to see what it really looked like.
The pale gleam of World Creation illuminates this world.
The rich experience turned into accurate judgment at this moment: he didn't know how long his crazy symptoms would last. With the loss of judgment and the possibility of mental deterioration at any time, continuing to engage in outdoor activities would only lead to unpredictable results - he didn't even dare to
Decide whether the next time you raise your gun you are aiming at a living person or a dead person.
That indescribable existence has left. From the perspective of a superior individual, it can be said that he has done no harm to Qiu here, which means that he may be some kind of friendly existence - so at least in the short term, the cemetery should not
Then be invaded by something else.
No matter what we want to investigate next, we can only wait until the sun rises.
The old guard pondered for a moment, then turned back to the hut, quickly locked the door, and locked the window while fighting against the persistent dizziness and tinnitus. He relied on his memory to find herbs and herbs among a bunch of chaotic shadows and crawling things.
He poured holy oil on the four corners of the room. After doing all this, he came to the center of the room, pushed the still warm body from the chair to the ground, sat on the chair himself, and
Hanging a Death emblem on his chest, holding the double-barreled shotgun, he quietly waited for daylight to fall.
…
In the captain's quarters of the Lost Home, Duncan breathed a sigh of relief and glanced beside him.
Ai Yi was looking around with his head tilted, when he suddenly said: "Our soldiers are fighting with the enemy...The battle situation is too unfavorable for us!"
"What did Alice fight with again?" Duncan listened to the movement outside, and could vaguely hear the clanking sounds on the deck and the occasional exclamations of Miss Doll, but these sounds had long since become the sound of the Lost Home.
It was a daily routine, so he didn't pay much attention, just shook his head and said, "Let her go, the fight will stop after a while."
As he spoke, he moved his slightly stiff neck, raised his head and looked out the window.
It's not yet sunrise, and there is still only darkness on the boundless sea.
And at the end of that darkness is the direction of the frost.
His slightly hasty journey to the frost was not smooth. Not only was he unable to find a body that could be used for a long time, he was not even able to leave the cemetery in the end.
But if it doesn't go well, it doesn't go well, and I haven't gained anything in this hard work.
Duncan recalled his experience in that cemetery and sorted out the information he had.
The Annihilation Cults who follow the Holy Lord Netherworld... This is the most noteworthy part.
Four cultists pretended to be priests of the God of Death during the strictest curfew period and went to the cemetery to try to steal a corpse, even risking their lives for it... This is no small matter.
It is foreseeable that what happened in the cemetery after sunrise tomorrow will come into the sight of the Frost authorities and the local church, and will cause a small shock among the church guardians.
Of course, the "dead person" who crawled out of the coffin would also attract the attention of the local church.
That temporarily occupied body...
Duncan frowned a little.
This is another key point.
There was obviously something wrong with that corpse - not just because four Annihilation cultists took the risk in the middle of the night to steal the body, but also because of the strange "self-disintegration" phenomenon of the body later on.
Duncan looked at his hands.
He still clearly remembers the scene when the body's body rapidly disintegrated.
It wasn't the first time he had done this kind of thing of occupying a body, but it was the first time he had seen the strange disintegration phenomenon - in the sewers of Pland, the sacrifice that had lost its heart, no matter how bad its condition was,
There has never been such a weird situation!
At the same time, Duncan also remembered what the cultist inadvertently revealed:
"This body has almost reached its limit."
Those Annihilation cultists obviously knew something. They had already predicted the disintegration of the body...
Duncan raised his hand and slowly rubbed his chin.
While guessing the intentions of those cultists, he was also thinking about another thing.
Behind these unusual things... is there some connection with Morris's "friend who came back from the dead"?
(Thanks to Bai Yinmeng who hugs the motherland on the left and Gu Yue, the Confucius ship immortal on the right. Today is a double update~
In addition, from the end of this month to the 7th of next month, double period, please give me a monthly ticket~~
ps: It is said that since Yangkang, my thinking speed has obviously slowed down a lot, and my memory is also not right. When writing a chapter, my thoughts will be interrupted several times, and I have to repeat it several times to ensure that the writing is at a normal level. It is said that many authors are also in this situation... Who
Do you know how long this will last? Is this mild brain fog?)