A roar far older and more evil than that of the devil resounded through the sky, and Evelya, who was the first to be hit, suffered a strong impact on her eardrums without any protection.
First there was a severe feeling of dizziness, then a faint sound like a deflated ball was heard in the ears, and two bright red streaks flowed from the ears.
Evelya had apparently lost her hearing due to the roar.
This roar not only affected Evelia's hearing, but also caused a shock wave throughout her body due to the sound waves.
The essence of sound is the sound waves generated by the vibration of objects. It is a wave phenomenon that propagates through air or solid, liquid and other media and can be perceived by the auditory organs of humans or animals.
The sound waves roared out from the revelers' mouths resonated with Evelia's body.
This resonance was terribly destructive, causing irreparable damage to Evelia's internal organs and blood vessels.
Local blood vessel damage may cause bruises, but blood vessel damage in the brain can lead to the dreaded stroke.
Under the power of this roar, dark blood slowly flowed out of Evelia's seven orifices, and even the blood vessels in her body ruptured.
She was yelled at and turned into a vegetable with no response at all.
If she was still sane, what would have made her even more devastated was that the baby in her belly became stillborn after this roar.
This was just a roar from the Reveler, and the Reveler was just one of Hastur's incarnations.
If Hastur's true form were to descend, what a horrific scene it would be.
The huge bodies of the revelers were restricted by the door, and not all of them could get out.
The enraged reveler opened his bloody mouth and swallowed the unconscious Evelia along with the wooden chair in one gulp, chewing it mercilessly a few times, turning it into crumbs.
But this cannot quell the anger of the feasters who were fooled. The sacrifices that should be offered must be perfect!
Evelya's flesh was torn into powder by the giant teeth in the reveler's mouth. The powder was mixed with the saliva secreted by the reveler and was spat out by the reveler in disgust.
The reveler withdrew his claws that were holding the door open and slowly drew his body back into the door.
“Boring.”
The reveler left a voice in the air that was addressed to someone unknown, and the door that summoned him slowly closed and merged into the void, leaving no trace.
Outside the Luxor Castle, a ragged old man holding a long crutch walked slowly to the moat.
The sound of dripping water was drowned out by the roars of the revelers, and the birds in the forest were awakened and flew into the sky in flocks.
"I am late after all."
The old man frowned and thought, pacing back and forth by the river with his cane.
According to the revelation of Anubis, the gatekeeper of hell, the purpose of this trip should be to stop the feast of the Yellow Group.
Now in his soul perception, there seemed to be only a few residual souls and that ancient evil aura in the castle.
But he felt that there was something fishy about this matter.
This cautious old man was Silas, the vigil keeper who came from the outskirts of Umr.
Although he had some doubts in his heart, Silas still used some small spells to pass through the moat in front of the castle.
He stepped lightly on the flowing water, and it seemed as if he was walking on flat ground.
If others noticed carefully, they would find that the soles of his feet did not make any contact with the water surface, but rather a pair of skeletal hands stretched out from the river to support Silas forward.
When he reached the middle of the moat, Silas saw a big door closed by a drawbridge.
Silas calmly waved the scepter in his hand, and shot a yellow beam of light towards the iron chain connecting the suspension bridge.
The iron chain, which had been carefully maintained for a long time, was hit by the beam of light, but it seemed not to have suffered any impact.
Layers of brown rust appeared at the joints of the iron chains hit by the beam of light, followed by cracks. Finally, the iron chains could no longer support the weight of the suspension bridge and broke.
The power of this beam of light is so terrifying that it actually has the ability to cause the passage of time.
Silas climbed up from the fallen suspension bridge and slowly walked to the center of the castle.
The tip of his nose twitched, and then he showed an embarrassed expression.
Before opening the gate in front of the castle, you can smell the blood coming from the windows and the cracks in the door.
"Did the feast fail?"
Silas thought doubtfully.
Stepping into the main hall, Silas looked up and saw the noble family portrait hanging high on the wall.
"The remaining soul imprisoned by the secret technique... How cruel..."
He took out a bag of fine sand from his arms, then pinched a handful in his hand and sprinkled it casually on the ground.
I chanted softly in my mouth,
"The dead rise up and sing of the sun.
Praise be to You, Allah, towards Your marvelous ascent!
You rise and shine, and roll the heavens aside,
You are the King of the Gods, the Lord of all things, we come from you and become holy because of you. "
This passage is recorded in the Egyptian Book of the Dead and is one of the scriptures used to liberate the souls of the dead.
Under the influence of the scriptures, grains of sand moved without wind, forming a layer of gauze that covered the oil painting.
The figures in the paintings bowed to Silas one after another, and finally they showed genuine smiles after having maintained stereotyped smiles.
"Thanks."
A line of text appeared above the painting, then dimmed and slowly disappeared.
The souls in the painting turned into strands of faint green light and flew into the air along with fine sand, leaving the castle that had imprisoned them for a hundred years.
The fine sand will eventually fall to the ground and return to the embrace of the earth.
The painting only shows the background of the ancient castle and a few dead trees, which looks a bit miserable and adds a bit of loneliness to the dilapidated castle.
Silas had seen too many tortured souls. At first he might have felt a little sympathy, but now there was only an empty sense of fatalism left.
After doing all this, there was no cheering from others to celebrate, no solemn hymns to accompany him, only Silas continued to move forward alone.
"Guest, please stop."
An old slave named Tyron, who was as old as Silas, walked out from the shadows at the corner.
"Please don't embarrass me, my guest."
Although Terran said this, there was a lonely bitter smile on his face.
"Are you going to stick to your only obsession? Or do you want me to save the souls waiting for salvation?"
Silas tapped Terran's left chest lightly with the scepter, and a circle of white light appeared on the scepter.
Tyrone felt his own heartbeat for the first time and gave Silas an apologetic smile.
"You have done what you should do. Go away and disappear."
Silas said softly, walking straight towards Tyron.
Just as they were about to collide, Silas passed through Terran.
"What doesn't belong to you is ultimately false."
Terran's body turned into a spot of light and floated down, returning to the castle.
It is the will of Luxor Castle and something that should not exist in the world.
The Reveler's wrath was directed only at the followers who had fooled him, not the place where the feast was held, and Talon escaped unharmed.
But what is the meaning of the castle if it has lost its owner
There is no other ending except becoming a ruin under the ruthless ravages of time.
Terran just returned to where he should be, and Silas's point gave him proof that he once existed as a human being.
This is the tenderness of the vigil keeper.
"Next, let me see what else is waiting for me."
Silas sighed and opened the door to the banquet hall.
All that came into view were corpses lying on the ground, most of which were no longer in human form.
The source of the disgusting stench was this banquet hall.
Such is the fate of those who mock the revelers.
Silas found the only living person present - Master Nietzsche.
He staggered and fell against the wall. Even though he lost consciousness, he still subconsciously repeated the words that Hastur had planted in his mind:
“It’s a scam.”
Silas shook his head and gently touched Master Nietzsche's forehead with the statue of Anubis on the top of the scepter.
"It just relaxes you a little bit."
He saw that Master Nietzsche's soul had suffered irreversible damage, just like his own, a small piece of his soul had been cut off.
What he is doing now is like using a bandage to bandage the wound of a broken arm, which cannot make the broken arm grow again.
The statue of Anubis emanated a soft glow, which slowed down Master Nietzsche's previously rapid breathing. Silas then used quicksand to lift him to the door outside the castle.
He saw that the piece of flesh that originally belonged to Evelia was undergoing a change, but Hastur's power was wrapping around the rotten flesh mixed with the reveler's saliva.
The souls of Evelia and the child kept wailing in pain in the flesh, and tragic screams were heard one after another.
Unlike the yellow-robed monk who was taken away by the revelers, Evelya's soul was spit upon by the revelers.
It was like a vicious curse that trapped her soul in a body that no longer existed.
The instinct for survival caused her flesh and the saliva of the revelers mixed in it to undergo horrifying changes.
Every cell in the body undergoes tremendous changes at the genetic level, with pieces of flesh and mucus combining and then disassembling.
The marble floor tiles were baked into magma-like liquid by the heat energy generated by the mutation, and part of them attached to the meat mass and became part of it.
Silas watched all this quietly, and he understood what he had to do.
Freeing this mother and son from Hastur's curse of resentment is what he is destined to do in the end.
As the power left by Hastur slowly faded and was assimilated by Evelia, Silas moved.
A bag of fine sand was scattered on the ground, forming a small sandstorm that attacked Evelia, who was no longer in human form.
The storm and fine sand blew away some of Evelya's flesh and blood, but this was just the beginning of the battle.
The laughter of a baby sounded in the sandstorm, sounding so strange and harsh.
The transformation was complete, and a dark grey spider silk shot out from the sandstorm, heading straight towards Silas who caused the sandstorm.
Silas calmly tilted his head to avoid the attack of the spider silk. He knew that it was just a "polite" greeting between the two.
The spider silk brushed past Silas' ear, passed through the wall behind Silas, and left a big hole.
From the entrance of the cave, you can see spider silk passing through the four walls, and you can already see the field scenery in the distance through the entrance.
The eight limbs stirred the raging sand in the opposite direction, and the sandstorm raging in the banquet hall came to an abrupt end.
Evelia now revealed her true appearance after her transformation.
It was a terrifying thing that would make one's hair stand on end at the first sight of it.
Molten marble formed a solid shell on its body, while eight spider-like limbs supported a small trunk in the middle.
On the torso is Evelya, naked, holding a skeleton-like baby in her arms. Evelya's eyes are full of maternal love at this moment, but her face is not kind, but hideous and terrifying.
She only had the upper half of her body, with the lower half already joined to her spider-like body.
There were black marks on his face as if he had been cut by a knife, and all the blood vessels and veins in his body were filled with black mucus.
The skeleton-like baby was tightly fused with Evelia's skin.
They were like insignificant decorations on the spider-like monster beneath them.
Silas sighed and removed the bandage wrapped around his hand.
There were some hieroglyphic patterns on his hands, and without the bandages covering them, they glowed a deep blue.
A beam of blue light shot out from the eyes of one of the dog-headed human figures, projecting onto the ground.
There was actually a sound of gurgling water in the banquet hall, as if someone had moved the entire river into the banquet hall.
The marble on the ground formed waves like soft cotton, and in an instant, the banquet hall seemed to be in the middle of a river.
"Ahem, welcome to the heart of the Nile."
Silas said hoarsely.
Some corpses slowly appeared in the river, floating on the water, with mats made from palm leaves placed under the corpses.
The expressions on their faces were quite peaceful, as if they were quietly waiting to go to Yalu, the paradise in the hearts of Egyptians.
The monster didn't care about the change of scene, but Evelia on the torso showed an unhappy look.
"The sound of water disturbed my child's sleep!"
A shrill scream came out from the monster's big mouth, and Silas shook his head.
"You should watch your step."
Some white skeletons have quietly climbed onto the monster's limbs, restricting its movements by grappling it.
When the monster discovered the skeleton on its body, it began to struggle. It moved its knife-like limbs and crushed the skeleton wrapped around its feet into powder by stepping on it.
The strange movements caused irregular waves on the water surface, breaking the tranquility of the center of the Nile.
"Those who disobey the judgement of Maat will be attacked by Amit."
After saying this, Silas coughed twice, and his palms were obviously scarlet.
"I know the deadline has come, but at least you let me finish this one thing."
He gently touched the statue of Anubis on the scepter, and then cast his eyes on the monster that was still fighting with the skeleton.
"It never ends! It never ends!!!"
There was an angry expression on Evelya's face, but Silas actually knew that this was no longer the Evelya of her lifetime.
The Nile River in the entire banquet hall was shaking wildly under the trampling of the monsters, and even Silas almost couldn't stand.
A crocodile-like mouth opened from the Nile River and bit off one of the strange limbs in one bite.
"Ah! It hurts! How dare you!!!"
The strange creature let out a crazy howl, and its tone was filled with brutality and anger.
A creature taller than the monster crawled out of the Nile River leisurely, shaking off the water droplets on its body like a dog.
Water droplets splashed everywhere, and several of them fell on Silas.
The creature that emerged from the water had a strange structure with a crocodile's head, a lion's upper body, and a hippopotamus' lower body.
It is the Amit that Silas calls.
Amit's eyes were glowing blood red, but he glanced at Silas smartly.
In mythology, Amit, who symbolizes divine punishment, also represents truth, fairness and order.
Its eyes with vertical pupils can see through all the secrets hidden deep in the soul and punish the guilty.
Amit opened his big mouth with ferocious teeth and spoke in human language.
"Guardian, you are innocent, why are you breaking the rules?"
Silas smiled bitterly.
"It's fate. Now that I'm here, I can't let this thing go out and harm the world."
Amit's scaly face showed a hint of smile, and he said calmly,
"I'll go and debate with the old dog."
After saying this, Amit ran forward using the lion's front legs and the hippo's hind legs.
It has to be said that this scene looks a bit funny, but Amit ran very fast and arrived next to the monster in an instant.
At this time, the monster turned towards Amit, and the spider mouth on its torso spit out a stream of steaming spider silk.
Amit opened his mouth wide and swallowed the spider silk in one gulp.
In the eyes of the monster, he saw endless darkness in Amit's mouth, a hole that could never be filled.
Amit swallowed the spider silk spit out by the monster, but did not stop running. He turned sideways and used his indestructible body to knock the monster into the air.
Although the monster has a strong recovery ability and the limb that was bitten off has grown back, it still has no way to deal with Amit.
The marble surface attached to the monster was shattered into pieces by the impact and fell into the rushing Nile River.
A pair of bony claws stretched out from the river, fused the rubble into their skeletons, and then dived into the water.
After the collision, Amit did not stop attacking. Instead, he leaped forward, opened his big mouth, and bit the spider monster on the waist.
Amit's crocodile-head-like upper and lower jaws exerted force, and the serrations in his mouth rubbed against the monster's body, making a teeth-grinding squeaking sound.
Cracks gradually appeared on the monster's body. With a click, Amit bit half of the monster's body into pieces.
"Ahhh!!! King!!! Don't you care about your followers anymore!!!"
Evelya on the monster's body loosened her hands that were tightly holding the skeleton-like child, and instead held her head and cried.
But how could such a boring battle attract Hastur's attention? It was just a futile struggle and the cry of a loser.
In terms of power level, the aberration is at best a high-level servant, slightly superior to Silas.
Hastur has countless servants of this level around him. Even if all of them die, it is easy to train a new batch.
Evelya kept crying and even the baby clinging to her body began to cry loudly.
"Hasta just won't stop even when he's locked up."
Amit muttered to himself helplessly, then shook his head and stepped forward, smashing the remaining half of the monster with one claw.
The broken pieces of flesh on the ground were still squirming, trying to reassemble into the shape of a monster, but Amit opened his mouth and sucked all the pieces of the monster into his mouth along with the water from the Nile River.
"Leave."
Amit glanced back at Silas but sighed.
Silas had fallen to the ground, breathless.
Silas's soul bowed to Amit apologetically.
A claw covered with long, furry black hair reached out from the underworld, grabbed Silas' soul, and brought it to Him.
What he saw after opening his eyes was a majestic and kingly jackal. Obviously, this person was Anubis, the gatekeeper of hell.
"Welcome to hell, pallbearer."
When the solemn voice sounded, Silas realized that he was already in hell and next to Anubis.
He looked around at the surroundings. After all, this was where he would stay forever.
Hell is not as horrible as described in myths. There are no bones, no constant wailing, and no flames that continue to burn the sinners.
Souls are flying freely in the underworld; these are the souls of the innocent. This is the eternally peaceful grassland in the hearts of the Egyptians - Yalu.
The only drawback is that there is an astonishing crack in hell, from which gusts of cold wind come out.
“My lord, I’m sorry to disappoint you.
I didn’t think of her until the end.”
Silas lowered his head and knelt in front of Anubis.
"No, you still haven't remembered.
This is a second chance, Silas."
Anobis shook his head slightly and nodded at him.
A small dot of light ran out from his chest, and it was a strange yet familiar face.
"Hello Silas, it's been eight hundred years since we last met."
The woman in front of him spoke in a graceful and dignified manner, but like the little wolf girl, she also had a pair of cute wolf ears.
Silas narrowed his eyes. The person in front of him made him feel familiar, but he couldn't tell when he had seen him before.
"If this face is unrecognizable, what about this one?"
The figure of a mature lady slowly turned into that of a little wolf girl Lolita, and the little wolf girl stuck out her tongue mischievously.
"Lori."
Silas stretched out his arms and hugged the girl in front of him who had dedicated her life to him.
"I'm sorry I didn't remember your name when I was alive."
Silas sadly hugged Lori, who had been hiding beside him, tightly, then let go and said to Anubis.
"My Lord, Silas is ready to serve you."
"Bah! Idiot."