At one o'clock in the afternoon, Xiao Tan and two NPCs came to a big house in the northwest corner of the community.
The three children walked side by side outside the fence of this family and stopped.
"Well... I think we really can't find anyone else to translate this book..." Xiao En said to Xiao Tan.
"But...someone has to knock on the door, right?" Horace said, casting a glance at Xiao Tan.
"Don't worry, I'll just go." Xiao Tan generously agreed, as an adult, he wouldn't be afraid of a neighbor he didn't know because of certain stereotypes like these children.
"You have to think clearly... ang, he's scary..." Horace put on a serious look and reminded, "He's German, maybe he can't speak English at all."
"Hmm..." Sean thought for a while, and then continued, "Should we first look up how to say 'please don't kill us' in Chacha?"
"__sie_mich_nicht" The next second, a voice suddenly came from the side of them, speaking this sentence in fluent German.
The three of them were startled when they heard the words, and followed the prestige in unison.
What came into their sight... was an old man in a red plaid shirt and a gray woolen coat.
Ten minutes later, inside the house...
"Guys, time is running out." The weird German man stood in front of the sofa with a sharp knife in his hand, and said with a stern expression, "This is your last chance today..." As he spoke, he said He leaned over and cut a piece of fruit pie on the coffee table, "... come and taste the hot pie I made myself."
As he spoke, he handed a sliced pie across the coffee table.
At this time, Xiao Tan, Horace and Sean were already sitting side by side on the sofa. Horace took the pie that the grandfather handed over with a silly face. He also turned his head to look at the two people beside him, his expression seemed to say: "I really didn't expect such a good thing to happen."
"Okay, where did we read it?" The weird German man finished cutting the pie. He returned to his seat and put on his reading glasses. He faces the children. Picking up the book, he said, "Oh, here... the amulet itself is not big, and there are mysterious mantras engraved on it..." After translating this, he seemed to have discovered something, and immediately turned the book around, turned the page to Xiao Tan and the others and said , "... this thing looks weird, doesn't it?"
Xiao Tan looked intently. I saw a hand-drawn stick figure on the page of the book. Looking at the pattern as a whole... it is two miniature dragons (the shape is similar to the giant dragon in Western mythology, not the Eastern dragon), one on the left and one on the right, one high and one low, clinging to an oval-shaped huge stone of different colors.
Of course... If Feng Bujue observes, he may see that Van Helsing used a quill instead of a pen when drawing this picture, and infer from the ink marks that the other party drew the picture in a hurry; he may also use this picture The poorly drawn drawing deduces the true appearance of the amulet. But... Brother Jue is not here at the moment, and no one will care about these details.
"Is this the amulet?" Xiao Tan looked at the pattern and wondered.
"I think so." The weird German man replied.
"Hey, guys..." Horace lowered his voice, and said to the two friends beside him in an excited tone, "The weird German guy is so amazing."
The old man known as the weird German man glanced at the children and said with a subtle expression: "My name is Leonardo Cimino."
"Uh...Mr. Cimino." Sean asked at this time. "Can you explain the part about 'Equalization'? I don't get it."
"En." Cimino responded, "According to this book... the forces of good and evil will constantly come and go, changing each other. And every hundred years, at a certain point in time , these two powers will reach a perfect balance." He paused for two seconds, "and the amulet we just talked about, which gathers the 'power of good', is a holy weapon for exorcising evil. It can not only resist evil, but also …it's 'indestructible'." He gestured to the page, "Here... the word ible is used. It's underlined."
Having said that, he turned a page. Then read: "And on the 'resurrection night' once every hundred years, when the clock strikes midnight. The amulet will become especially fragile. During this time, it will become 'destroyable' state."
"What happens if the amulet is destroyed?" Sean asked.
"Then the balance between good and evil will be broken." Cimino replied, "Evil... will become the new order of this world." He glanced up at the children, "However, our friend Mr. Van Helsing said... Even on Resurrection Night, there is at least one way to stop the dark forces... ”
"What is it?" Xiao Tan hurriedly asked.
"If someone can get the amulet before the dark forces, they can open the gate of the prison through a ceremony... a ceremony that can only be held once every hundred years." Cimino replied, "It would be like a terrible The vortex, the ferocious tornado... can swallow the evil forces and everything around them... thus maintaining peace for a whole century."
Xiao Tan and the two Monster Club children listened attentively to Cimino's narration, and even Horace put down the pie in his hand.
"Did he describe the process of the ceremony?" Xiao Tan quickly asked again.
"Yes, and it's very detailed." Cimino replied, "This 'diary' lasted until the last day of his struggle with the dark forces. Interestingly... Judging from the date, there are less than twelve hours left , which is midnight... We are exactly one hundred years away from that day."
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One forty in the afternoon, in the outskirts of the city.
I don't know what kind of structure this planet is like in the United States in the 1980s. Not too far from the city, there is actually a swamp shrouded in thick fog. Although it is only 30 minutes' drive from the city, the landscape here is comparable to a virgin forest.
"It's near here, can you smell it?" Dracula walked across the muddy ground with his graceful, unhurried steps.
"Ah? Ah—" a werewolf in a tattered jacket and jeans followed behind Dracula, and responded with a few howls that looked like a wolf but not a wolf, like an orangutan but not an orangutan.
Fu-fur-
Their conversation just ended. Not far away, there was the sound of something being dragged.
Dracula and the werewolf turned to see... a mummy.
"Heh..." Dracula smiled and didn't say anything.
He also knew that he had nothing to say to the mummy. The mummy was obviously not very good at communicating.
In short, both the mummy and the werewolf seem to have acquiesced in their status as "followers". It was a matter of course and followed Dracula, and Dracula led the two forward together without paying attention.
As they walked, they came to a deep and vast swamp.
"It's here." Dracula stood still at the edge of the swamp and said in a deep voice.
After speaking, the posthumous posthumous title came.
After a while, in the middle of the mud, it seemed to be boiling... a large piece of mud bubbles emerged.
hiss-tear-
Seconds passed, accompanied by a rhythmic, eerie sound of footsteps. A large rectangular wooden box emerged from the surface of the swamp.
Immediately afterwards, a figure covered in mud also appeared.
Holding the box high with both hands, this "human" figure walked out from the bottom of the mud.
After walking ashore, the mud and water on his body faded away as quickly as possible, revealing his true face.
Generally speaking... he is just a fish spirit (according to the ending subtitles of "Demon Rangers", this monster is called gillman, which can be translated as "gill man" in my opinion), with a face like Benboerba and Baboerben ( Both are a combination of the little demon in "Journey to the West"), whose body shape looks similar to that of a human being, and has distinct chest and abdominal muscles; its hands and feet have webs and claws. The whole body is covered with crocodile-like skin.
This is another monster whose IQ is insufficient just by looking at it. After he moved the big wooden box ashore, he just looked at Dracula without saying a word. He looked like he was waiting for instructions from the boss.
At this time, the sky above the dense fog suddenly heard a faint thunder.
Dracula once again squatted affectionately next to the big wooden box, and handed his cane to the mummy standing behind him.
"I've been waiting for too long..." Dracula slowly stretched out his hand and lifted the lid of the wooden box, "...too long..."
Looking at the Earl's state, nine out of ten people would guess... the one lying in the wooden box is his old lover.
However, when the lid was opened, what was revealed was a tall and strong man.
Compared to the other three monsters. The one lying in the wooden box is quite famous—Frankenstein (in, that is, Frankenstein).
"Cane." Dracula stared at Franken for a few seconds. Then he turned around and said something to the mummy.
The mummy got the order and immediately stretched out the cane in her hand. Put the head of the staff in front of Dracula.
The head of this cane is a bat carved in copper, the size of an apple, and its shape is lifelike.
Almost without looking at it, Dracula skillfully pulled out the two "bat ears" on the head of the staff with both hands, and pressed them to Franken's two ears respectively.
I don't know who designed it for him... After the two parts were pulled out, two slender copper wires came out, and the two "bat ears" themselves could be used as clips.
"Wake up... my old friend." After Dracula finished these, he took the cane, stood up, and read excitedly, "Our time has come!"
After finishing speaking, he raised the tail of the cane up high, and after pressing a mechanism on the cane, a metal rod popped out from the end of the cane in an instant, turning into a strange, upright lightning rod …
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On the other hand, in the community, in the sewers.
The four-person battle between Hell Front and Blade has been fought from the ground to the ground.
From a sniper battle across the street, it has become a surprise attack under specific circumstances.
"Is it a trap again..." After encountering the sixth small-scale directional blast, Tanlang's survival value finally dropped below 20%. Just in case, he had to drink a large dose of survival value supplement agent.
"Is each one placed in a different form..." Greedy Wolf thought, "Although I also know...there is more than one counselor on the front line of hell...but it is really admirable to be able to do this..."
"Hey... you've been hit six times, are you okay?" Po Jun, who was more than ten meters behind his teammates, asked worriedly, "Why don't I go ahead instead?"
"Don't be kidding." Tanlang replied, "If it were you, it wouldn't be a matter of hitting six times... Maybe you have already died six times."
"You really dare to say it." Po Jun curled his lips and responded in a noncommittal tone.
"I'm telling the truth..." Tanlang replied seriously, "I've been advancing with a high degree of concentration, coupled with specific equipment and S-level medical specialization skills, otherwise I would have Died several times."
"Oh? Is it so troublesome just because of some traps?" Po Jun wondered.
"It may be okay in normal times, but don't forget..." Tanlang replied, "...our bodies have been shrunk. Under this premise, the products of equipment and summoning specialization will play a greater role." He paused, "And the most typical example of this is... explosives."
"If you want to talk about explosives, I also have them." Po Jun said again, "Since the pursuit party is so uneconomical, why should we take the initiative to attack? We can also learn from them, laying traps and detours all the way..."
"Then the advantage we played on the ground before is gone?" Tanlang said, "Finally relying on the first move to obtain a certain degree of suppression, forcing them to flee underground... If they stop chasing, let them die with their whole bodies. Retiring, wouldn't all previous efforts be wasted?"
"Calm down..." Po Jun deserves to be the man Jue Ge favors, and in this situation, he thinks more rationally than Tan Lang, a strategist, "... Maybe the other party is just taking advantage of your mentality , to lure you to continue chasing... and then expand your losses..."
After a touch from the captain, Tanlang suddenly realized: "Wait...you're right..." His face changed slightly, "I seem to have fallen into a gambler's thinking without knowing it..."
The so-called gambler's thinking is composed of many parts, and the two most typical ones are: first, a small win is not considered a win, and no win is equal to a loss; pay back.
"Yes! I can't chase anymore..." At this moment, Tanlang's mind rang, and many pictures flashed before his eyes. He hurriedly said to Po Jun, "It's not how clever I am, but those who exploded The trap... is just a trick to distract attention! The real purpose of the other party is... "
boom-
This moment.
A loud bang interrupted his words.
A huge earthquake disturbed their steps.
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