In front of this incomprehensible horror scene, the man was stunned for a second or two, and then he suddenly let out a loud yell, threw the wine glass frantically, and dodged to the side at the same time.
The glass fell to the ground and shattered in an instant. The remaining wine spilled out on the floor like blood. A subtle firelight and a gloomy and majestic face seemed to appear on the surface of every drop of liquid. The man staggered back, almost
He tripped over the sofa next to him and fell to the ground, finally holding on to the wall beside him to steady himself.
He was breathing heavily, staring at the broken glass and liquid on the ground. His heart was beating as if it was about to explode. The symbiotic smoke jellyfish was chaotically and blindly wandering in the air next to him, gradually shrinking into a strange shape.
round ball.
The terrible reflection had disappeared from the broken glass and liquid on the ground. What had just happened seemed to be just a horrifying illusion. The man was panting hard, trying to calm down his mood by inhaling more fresh air, without any hesitation.
A firm delusion gradually emerged from the bottom of my heart. Maybe it was really just an illusion, maybe I was just too nervous...
"It's all hallucinations, it's all hallucinations... It's the mental misalignment after encountering the influence of subspace..." He muttered to himself quickly, while giving himself psychological suggestions while drawing power from the symbiotic deep demon body, constructing a
Protection at the spiritual level, "Stop association, stop recalling, avoid connection, avoid connection... The Holy Lord comes down to protect me, so that I can live forever in the depths, the Holy Lord comes down..."
"I appreciate your optimism," a voice came into his ears, "but blind optimism cannot solve the problem - relax, I just want to learn something from you."
The man suddenly stopped praying. The voice that rang in his ears was like a terrifying whisper coming from the subspace. It tightened his mind as if it were real. He slowly turned his neck in the stiffness and looked in the direction of the sound.
But he saw that it was the glass on the wine cabinet - a green flame was burning quietly in the glass, and the ghost returning from the subspace was reflected in the flame.
"Get away!"
A surge of courage came from nowhere, and the Annihilation Cult suddenly became fierce. He waved his hand to absorb the power of the smoke jellyfish, and threw a dirty, dark corrosive sphere towards the wine cabinet. With a loud bang, the entire
The wine cabinet was blown to pieces by the energy ball, and glass shards were scattered in the room.
However, before the fragments fell to the ground, the terrifying figure appeared again on a mirror in the corner of the room: "Have you vented enough? If enough, let's talk about it."
The cultists in the room finally discovered the pattern - it was the mirror.
That subspace ghost can invade here through the mirror!
The next second, the man smashed the mirror in the corner of the room without hesitation, and then frantically smashed the glass ornaments on the nearby shelves and everything that could produce a mirror within his sight!
The sharp sound of shattering glass resounded in the room one after another. Those who could be smashed were smashed, and those that couldn't be smashed were covered with newspapers, clothes or anything else they could find. Fear turned into anger, and anger turned into false courage.
, the cultists moved quickly with the support of this "courage", blocking and destroying all the "media" in the room that could cause the subspace ghost to "arrive", and in the whole process, the rising green
The flames and the terrifying figures that kept flashing in the mirror haunted him almost all the time.
There are always new mirrors appearing, there are always new voices coming, there are always new faces appearing in the field of vision, staring at me gloomily.
But after an unknown amount of time, this terrible entanglement finally subsided.
The man destroyed or covered almost everything in the room that might reflect things, and blocked all the windows with thick curtains. With the last glass vase thrown into the trash can, the building fell into chaos again.
Dead silence.
Darkness has fallen outside the house, and inside the room there is only the dim light of the oil lamp. The terrifying green has faded from the flame of the lamp at some point. The cultist in the room stands in the middle of this mess, breathing heavily,
While being wary of the darkness and silence surrounding him.
It seems like it really won't happen again.
Even the smoke jellyfish that coexists with itself has calmed down, but it looks a little sluggish, and the smoke floating all over its body also looks particularly thin and dim. It seems that it has consumed so much in the previous confrontation that it is difficult to maintain its shape in reality.
The man stood silently in the darkness for a long time, as if he was carefully judging something. After a long time, he slowly exhaled, and reached out to grab the black coat thrown on the sofa, and quickly put it on
On the body.
There was a lot of movement in the room just now, which may have attracted the attention of the neighbors. Although the response of the sheriff is always very slow in such a relatively remote neighborhood, as long as someone reports it, there is still a chance that trouble will come to your door.
What's more, this room has been targeted by the subspace ghost and is no longer safe. Destroying and blocking the mirror in the room only blocks the channel for the ghost to "come", but it is impossible to fundamentally eliminate the ghost.
Influence.
Now that the ghost is temporarily blocked from the real world by himself, before the Sheriff reacts and before the ghost finds a way to invade here again, the only correct choice is obviously to leave here as soon as possible.
The man had quickly planned his next move. He put on his coat to hide his symbiotic demon, and then walked towards the door.
But before leaving the room, he suddenly stopped again and looked at the pile of debris in the center of the room that was covered with many newspapers and rags.
He thought for a moment and threw a ball of dark energy with his hand - newspapers and rags were blown away, and a large number of broken mirrors and glass that had been covered before were scattered on the floor, glowing with a cold and ominous look in the dimness.
of brilliance.
"It's best if someone reports it."
The man smiled with satisfaction, and then he didn't dare to look at the mirrors scattered on the ground anymore. He turned around and quickly opened the door and stepped into the night outside.
He walked cautiously through the streets, taking advantage of the shadows of buildings and occasionally using the power of magic spells to hide his figure. He quickly left this area that was no longer safe and followed the familiar route in his memory.
Run to the lower city.
It's already curfew time, and guards have appeared on the streets. If you act outdoors rashly, you are likely to be caught and questioned, but this is not possible for a cultist who has been operating in the city-state for many years and has already adapted to the "night life".
Language is not a big problem.
As long as they don't make too much noise, there are many "blind spots" under the noses of those church guardians.
This figure hidden in the darkness successfully passed through the sentries between the urban areas, and got into the more complicated ancient alleys in the lower city. He went around countless forks and bends, and finally, he ended up in a seemingly ordinary building.
He stopped in front of the strange old house.
The man carefully observed the surrounding environment, and once again confirmed that there was no strange green fire in his field of vision, and there was no suspicious noise in his mind. Then he breathed a sigh of relief, and stepped forward to knock on the door several times regularly.
Door.
Then he waited patiently until there were footsteps approaching on the other side of the door, and a muffled voice reached his ears:
"It's late at night. Let's talk about anything tomorrow."
"The night was so late that my traveling companions and I just wanted to go in and have a rest - we brought some interesting stories from far away places."
It became quiet behind the door. After about ten seconds, a slight clicking sound reached my ears. Then the door opened silently in the darkness. In the dim light, a thin and small figure appeared.
door.
"Come in, don't make too much noise."
The man nodded, quickly walked into the house, and closed the door behind him - with the soft click of the door lock, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, with a look of relief on his face as if he had survived a disaster.
"Why are you here at this time?" The thin figure responsible for opening the door was still cautiously looking at the "comatriot" who had just entered the house. Although his identity was confirmed, the other party's actions did not comply with the "rules", which made him wary.
"We did not receive any advance contact from you."
"The situation is sudden," the man in a thick black coat shook his head and lowered his voice, "My action failed. An unexpected superior being intervened. Now He is targeting me - but don't worry, I'm temporarily blocked.
It has blocked His channel to enter the real world. The most urgent task now is to report this matter to the superior..."
The thin cultist's expression turned serious when he heard these words. He immediately stopped the other party from continuing to speak, then picked up an oil lamp placed on the table next to him, walked towards the corner of the room and whispered in a low voice: "Follow me.
I'm going underground, don't talk about our actions in the sight of the four gods."
"good."
The thin cultist opened the secret door in the corner of the room, and the two figures, one behind the other, got into the secret ramp leading underground.
Soon, they arrived at the assembly hall underneath the building.
It is said to be an assembly hall, but in fact it is just a secretly excavated basement. There are a few chairs placed around a round table in the not-too-large room. A few oil lamps are lit on the round table, and some tools are scattered around.
Utensils and materials for performing rituals and heretical worship.
At the end of the room, you can see a dark sculpture. The sculpture is shaped like a weird and terrifying "tree". The dark trunk branches out into thorn-like, dizzying branches, faintly exuding an eerie and terrifying light.
An uneasy atmosphere.
The man in a black coat walked down the stairs and saw several figures gathered here. They were obviously the "compatriots" who had rushed into the basement according to the procedure when he knocked on the door just now.
His eyes swept across these "compatriots", who also raised their heads and observed the visitors after nightfall carefully.
After a while, the slightly tense atmosphere relaxed slightly. The man in the black coat exhaled, walked to the round table, and sat down on an empty chair.
At the position closest to him, a sinister man with yellow hair and a sickly face raised his head and glanced here. After a moment of silence, he suddenly asked: "Are you in trouble?"
"I failed to break through that 'dream'. There must be something wrong with the information given by those final missionaries - damn, I should have known earlier. Except for the followers of the Holy Lord, no one is trustworthy..."
"Speak slowly, calm down first," the man with a sinister face forced out a smile, took a glass of water from the side and pushed it over, "Drink some water."
The man in a black coat took the water glass and exhaled: "Thank you, Duncan."
(It’s time to recommend a book. The title of the book is "This Fox Fairy Isn’t Human". The male protagonist is a scumbag fox who has no sense of joy. Life is too hard. Just read it and enjoy it.