After dinner, Louis was going to see Mr. Sculler in the healing department, but before he could register at the reception, something happened to the temple.
Suddenly, without warning.
No one who was still inside could be contacted.
Louis notified Aldo immediately, and then reported it to Mr. Goode, and began to call as many people as possible with the summoning drum. It was orderly, but in the process, there was a scream at the end of the corridor. .
The Department of Healing is a department directly under the Temple. Even if the healers are not combatants, they are trained in the same academy with the hunters. Generally, it is not so easy to make a fuss.
The young on-duty therapist was startled, stood up and was about to go over, but Louis grabbed the back of his neck and dragged him back.
Louis is usually in charge of administrative work, unlike Carlos, who never let go of his sword even when he sleeps—he came to see a patient, and except for a bouquet of flowers, he only had a mini pistol stuck in his trouser leg.
He walked forward with the young man behind him, the closer he was to the source of the sound, the more obvious the throbbing of his heart became, this feeling he had only felt next to the Biyu Lake on the top of Jueying Mountain.
Louis stretched out his hand to pull the trigger of the pistol, leaned his back against the wall, and knocked on the door lightly first: "Meguelt Louis, if anyone is inside, please call back."
The ward where there was a scream just now was extremely quiet.
Louie put his elbow on the therapist's chest and pushed him back: "Back off."
Then he kicked the door open, and the moment the door of the ward opened, a whirlwind seemed to blow up in the whole ward, and a stench mixed with it rushed out from inside, Louis was blown back three steps in a row by the airflow , and his back slammed into the corridor wall.
The on-duty therapist following Louis finally had a chance to peek into the room. He immediately widened his eyes in horror and opened his mouth to utter some meaningless syllables.
The energy of the airflow dissipated in the corridor, and the dust settled leisurely. In the dark corridor of the treatment department, the small window at the end was opened at some point, and the darkness of the night came in—this is a place where neither the stars nor the moon can be seen. night.
In the empty ward, a female corpse was hung on the wall. She was still wearing the clothes of a therapist. The seal of the therapist on the cuff had been smeared with blood, and it was so dark that the original appearance could not be seen.
The tableau cards fell to the ground.
Louis leaned over to pick it up: "Lucy Ozrouz, is that her?"
The on-duty therapist leaned on the door frame, didn't answer him, rushed out, bent over and vomited.
He couldn't tell if the person hanging on the wall was the therapist Miss Ozrouz, because the female corpse was sucked into a zombie by something, and the red, bleeding skin was tightly attached to her. On the skeleton, the face under the head with the white cap was outlined in the shape of a skull, and blood was dripping down.
The treatment department has never been so lively. Amy drank some wine in the evening. She was a bit over the top at first, so she could only put on a white coat to cover up the smell of alcohol. When she was called back urgently, he pushed away the barrier impatiently. The person in the corridor: "Get out of the way, don't get in the way, get out of the way!"
However, the moment he saw the corpse, his impatient expression suddenly went blank. Amy stayed there for two or three seconds, then suddenly turned her head and covered her mouth with her hand, and when she turned around again, her expression was pale. Literally livid.
He raised his head, his eyes fell on the therapist on duty, and asked in a cold and soft voice: "This is Mr. Sculler's ward, what about others?"
Yes, what about others
The former old priest's condition suddenly deteriorated the day before, and he couldn't even walk. Where could he go? Hijacked by who? But he has already resigned, so what's the use of hijacking him
"How is it?" Louis hung up the phone and walked in from the outside.
"I can't see it, you have to ask Carlos or Lord Aldo to come and have a look." After Amy finished speaking, she took off the glove neatly and threw it to the person next to her, "It's some kind of magic, I haven't seen it, and Never read anything about it, probably…”
His voice fell, and Carlos had walked in through the crowd.
Carlos stood far away, didn't even come over completely, just looked at the corpse from a distance for a while, then he suddenly pressed his finger on the wall, and drew a picture on the wall with the hilt of the heavy sword. After the magic circle was completed, he stabbed the hilt of the sword fiercely into the wall, and the whole wall fell down with a crash, and the exposed bricks behind the white wall were indeed not bricks.
It was a suspended, huge skull totem, braving thick black mist, grinning, as if smiling at everyone.
Carlos bent down expressionlessly, reached into the black mist, picked up a small ivory white box from the middle, opened it...it was empty.
"Son of a bitch." Carlos looked down at the small box, not knowing who he was scolding, he suddenly turned around without saying a word and strode out, and everyone had to follow without knowing.
The entire temple has been put under martial law.
The color of the sky is very strange. It seems that there is a strange cloud, which only covers the place where the temple is located. The cloud and mist are rolling, as if some unknown energy is brewing, and the magnificent and majestic temple suddenly becomes more weird and gloomy breath.
Surrounding every corner of the temple, shoots suddenly broke through the ground, and under the gaze of the people, they quickly grew into thick vines, one after another, and surrounded the temple like this, as if A castle full of thorns in fairy tales.
"Confirmed?" Aldo looked up at the sealed door of the temple, and asked Carlos without looking back.
Carlos tossed him the little ivory box.
"Human bone box." Aldo narrowed his eyes, squeezed the small box with two fingers, and sighed, "I haven't seen it in a thousand years."
As soon as these words were uttered, all those who were still whispering fell silent—even if they were ignorant, they had heard that Satan from the Battle of the Black Robes was released from a human bone box.
"Parola is dead." Carlos suddenly turned his head, held the hilt of his sword tightly, and pulled the epee out of the scabbard inch by inch. No one else had ever heard him use such a low-pitched sword. He said in a slow tone, "I don't believe, where else can he get a new demon."
After he finished speaking, he suddenly grasped the edge of the epee with his own hand, and he didn't know who let out an exclamation. The man's blood flowed along the dark sword body into the groove of the hilt, and was washed by blood. The blade of the blade is strangely bright.
"It's ridiculous." After Carlos said this sentence in an unusually calm manner, he swung his sword and slashed at the gate of the temple.
Where Jianguang passed by, all the vines flinched back, and then the epee slammed into the door with a loud bang.
That was not the collision of two hard objects, but two streams of energy.
With a bang, something exploded, and the huge energy impact made all the hunters back away, except Aldo who didn't say a word.
The door burst open with a bang, and the smell of blood gushed out suddenly, as if a different dimension had been opened, and the whole air was filled with some kind of gray mist, like dust from ashes.
Aldo looked at these, and suddenly had a vague guess in his heart, which made his expression suddenly moved. He strode forward and chanted an ancient mantra, and the gray fog suddenly dispersed into a small area. The gate of the main hall was opened, and everyone could clearly see the scene inside.
A man was standing opposite them. Like the female therapist, he turned into a blood-stained human body. He kept his standing posture and faced the door. He turned his head and crossed his fingers as if he saw someone. , making a prayer gesture.
The sudden opening of the door allowed the stagnant air to flow again, and the man's body fell straight to the ground. A gold medal rolled off him. Carlos picked it up and read the name on it: "Luke S Shelton."
Several hunters took off their hats silently, and Louis took off his coat, covering the body of the God's people who always like to use roars to express their thoughts and feelings: "Today he is in charge of patrolling the temple."
"I know Lukes." Mrs. Michelle, the fighting instructor, said loudly, "I taught him fighting classes in the last few years in the temple. He was born with poor physical condition, and physical fitness has always been his weakness, but he also He is not so weak that people slaughter him casually, and his gold medal is not to pray to God, and God will throw it into his lunch box!"
"A gold medal, when he meets an enemy, no matter what religion he believes in, his first reaction will not be a stupid prayer, but his weapon." Gal said slowly, in fact he just Pretending to be calm, when he remembered that his worthless little apprentice was still in the underground palace, and he didn't know whether he was dead or alive, his heart almost jumped out—he had just applied to Evan as a mentor. Through the documents of the internship period, I planned to reward this diligent housekeeping expert if there is pasta with enough cheese in breakfast tomorrow, but...
"Why are his saber and gun still on his body?" Mrs. Michel's face was tense, "He obviously saw the other party, didn't he? But he didn't respond, which means that person is One of his own—at least the one who won't let him get off guard!"
Louis felt as if something was choked in his throat, and he asked Amy, "Do you know... what's going on with Mr. Sculler's condition?"
"What?" Amy had a hellish expression on her face, "Are you implying that the old thing who was almost on the ventilator for breathing did this?"
Louis' face was uglier than his.
Mr. Sculler has been his mentor for so many years... Even though Louis has passed the internship period and left the mentor's help, he still keeps reminding him, training him, and giving him the sword-holding seat next to the archbishop, How dare he believe that Mr. Sculler had something to do with this matter
But why... everything started from his ward, why did people who couldn't move around in the afternoon disappear at night
He wanted an explanation more than anyone.
At this moment, a dying scream echoed throughout the temple. Without a word, Louis pulled/detached his sword from Lukes and ran towards the source of the sound. Gal and Amy held tight. Following up, Carlos looked back at Aldo: "I'm worried, follow me to have a look."
"I know, you go." Aldo raised his hand and looked at his watch, "There are less than three hours, as long as today is over, the modified magic circle will be closed automatically, and no one can touch it except me. to the boundary core."
He turned around and quickly deployed everyone, how to guard the gate, how to form a search team of several people, and briefly explained how to break through the gray fog and avoid inhaling the smoke.
Finally, he said in his usual light and low voice: "Don't be afraid, there is nothing to be afraid of."
A hunter asked: "Your Excellency Aldo, may I ask if the human bone box suddenly appeared, is it possible that what we are facing is...another black robe?"
Aldo looked at him and said firmly, "No, this is just a clumsy trap."
"Your Excellency Aldo, what kind of person is Parola?"
Aldo paused, and said in a low voice: "He is a person like you and me, so... nothing to be afraid of."
The devil's heart, in fact, has never come from outside the enchantment.
As the headlights shone, Mr. Good probably had never driven such a fast car in his life. He nearly hit the car on the gate. With his belly as round as a rubber ball, he climbed up the stairs panting all the way.
Aldo gave him a deep look: "Archbishop, I leave this place to you—I'm going to the underground palace."
Mr. Good's face was still flushed from running, but his expression was extremely serious: "Don't worry."
Louis turned a corner abruptly, and found that the scream came from a hunter on duty that day. He was huddled in a corner, wrapped in a spider web-like film, and one of the arms trapped inside was shriveled like that. , turned into a bloody bone—that thing was sucking his body!
Without hesitation, Louis picked up the red blood-sucking spider web with a sword, and cut it in half neatly in the air. The blood-red thing quickly turned to ashes and fell to the ground with a rustle.
Louis bent down and patted the man's shoulder: "Is it okay? If you can stand up, go out and find a therapist!"
The hunter who looked seriously injured stood up staggeringly, his legs were weak and he almost knelt down. Louis quickly supported him, put his shoulder on his arm, and called out the young hunter's name: "James, how do you insist? Gotta live…”
Before the last word was finished, James' arm that had turned into a layer of blood-skinned bones suddenly lifted up and stabbed hard at his ribs.
Louis didn't even react!
No one could react—the guy who greeted him during the evening patrol and complained that the temple should improve the food for the hunters on duty would suddenly attack him just a few hours later!
The sound of a sharp weapon piercing into flesh and blood was very obvious, followed by Amy who arrived next and screamed: "Louis!"