my stealth fighter

Chapter 671 Summoning
It is undeniable that the blunt episode created on the 22nd made all the people in black robes present suspicious. They either suspected that she was not insane, or suspected that she was doing something wrong. After all, her reaction was far from that of normal people. .

No. 22 herself knew it very well, but even if the shadow of the hood didn't cover her face, she would face them without changing her face, because it was useless for them to suspect, they couldn't find any evidence from her, even if they searched her body. Couldn't find any exceptions.

If No. 27 hadn't been secretly helping out, No. 22 wouldn't have dared to be so arrogant. Most of the time, she was cautious in her words and deeds, and observed carefully, so as not to cause trouble to her upper body. She felt that these people in black robes must be unbearable now, and wanted to yell at her, "Be serious, and let the gods down! "

Having said that... No. 22 dared to be arrogant because she was confident. She wondered whether this woman named Niki was out of her mind or had taken the wrong medicine. I didn't see how flustered Niki was - even though she couldn't see Niki's face, she could still judge a person's state of mind through small movements of her body.

After coming to the basement on the 22nd, the few words that Nikki said seemed relatively calm, and her accent was also standard American English. It is too hasty to judge, but No. 22 is very good at grasping a person's appearance and personality characteristics within a short period of contact.

Who could this Nikki be?An ignorant and ignorant girl, or a person who is naturally interested in dark and strange things?
After the mood is relaxed, on the 22nd there is extra leisure time to think about more things.

"Taizi, this is a very solemn occasion, and it's not an opportunity to joke around. Let's not make an example." The woman with a Latin American accent said coldly.

"I know, I'm sorry." The voice of No. 22 showed no sign of repentance. She felt that half of the mission had been completed. In the worst case, all these people would be beaten to the ground right now, pulled to their black robes, and inspected one by one. Their identities, and then press them for their secrets. As for the means of questioning, she has many methods, and she is not afraid that they will refuse to tell the truth.

The most uncomfortable person at the scene was Bruce. He was regretting why he was so reckless. He should have done more testing on No. 22 before bringing her here, but he didn't know why he was so hot-headed at the time and was led by the nose by No. 22. Let's go, after today's séance is over, it's fine if "Taizi" can officially join the séance, otherwise he will inevitably be scolded, and maybe he will be thrown to do odd jobs, such as being a driver or working as a security check at the door.

"Okay, it's getting late, let's get started," the Latina woman said, then bent down and pulled away a rug that covered the floor.

There used to be another cave under the carpet. The floor was dug into a pentagram-shaped groove. With a dim candle, I don’t know if it’s the illusion of No. 22. The inside of the groove is purple. I don’t know if it’s dye or...dried blood. .

"Come on, everyone hold hands and form a circle."

The man in black has spontaneously formed a circle around the groove of the pentagram hand in hand, leaving two empty seats in the middle, which are obviously reserved for No. 22 and Nikki. When they fill up the empty seats, the Latin American woman takes a deep breath. breath, and chanted loudly:

"Glory be to Satan, the father of the earth!"

"Hail Lucifer, our guiding light!"

"From the nihilistic past, to the present, to the future—Satan's kingdom will never die!"

Then, the men in black except No. 22 and Niqi shouted "Long live Satan" three times in unison, and shook the man in black with No. 22 and shook her hand, signaling her to follow along. No. 22 doesn't matter, just shout. Shouting, it won't lose a piece of meat, so I also shouted, the voice was quite loud, but the newcomer named Niki didn't seem to shout.

After shouting, the basement returned to silence.

On the 22nd, there was a glimmer of expectation that something would happen, but in fact nothing happened.

These people in black robes seemed to be very surprised, and even caused some panic and commotion. No. 22 felt that the two hands holding her were trembling and sweating.

"Satan is not answering us!"

"Why didn't Satan respond to us?"

They whispered in disbelief, which moved the heart of No. 22, because it was obviously not the first time they held such a ceremony, but they had such a reaction. Could it be that Satan would answer their call before?

Of course, it could also be that they were acting for the two newcomers. In fact, Satan never responded to their call.

But if they weren't acting... No. 22 heard that the demon who claimed to be Satan had been severely wounded by the holy sword and particle cannon and was driven back to hell. It was normal for him not to be able to respond to their call.

"Don't panic!" the Latin American woman shouted.

A man in black said anxiously: "But..."

The Latin American woman said: "You know that Satan is busy looking for the Messiah, and may not have time to come here for a while, but it doesn't matter. Today we call on another Lord of Darkness to find a helper for Satan's cause."

These men in black robes gradually calmed down, and it turned out that the Latin American woman was their leader.

No. 22 felt that the strength of the hands holding her on both sides weakened, and then everyone let go of their hands.

No. 22 was waiting to see what else they would perform. At this time, the Latin American woman suddenly pulled out a dagger from her black robe. No. 22 knew what was going on. Although she was surprised, she did not act rashly.

"We invite the Lord of Darkness to live in our home." The Latin American woman said, holding a dagger in one hand and placing the blade in the palm of her other hand, "My blood is your blood."

Before she finished speaking, she swiped lightly, and the sharp blade cut open her palm, and the blood quickly dripped along the edge of the palm, dripping into the pentagram-shaped groove on the floor.

Her bleeding hand kept its position above the groove, and with the other hand she handed the dagger to the black-robed man next to him, who did the same thing - cut off a palm and repeated "I The blood is your blood", dripping the blood into the groove of the floor, and passing the dagger to the next person.

No. 22 frowned repeatedly. Although they couldn't see their expressions, they didn't even grunt when they cut their palms. It seems that they are used to doing this kind of thing. Normal people can do it.

Soon, the blood-stained dagger was handed to No. 22. She held the dagger like a hot potato. She was not afraid of pain or could not be cruel, but she was afraid of the men in black who had cut their hands before. Will anyone among them suffer from blood-borne infectious diseases, such as AIDS, if she is infected because of this, wouldn't she die unjustly?God knows what these people are doing, whether they have a history of abusing illegal drugs or promiscuity, there may be such a person among the dozen or so people.

She felt that everyone's eyes were on her, and she scolded No. 2 bloody in her heart, and vowed never to perform such inexplicable tasks again.

But there was no way, at least this time she had to bite the bullet and get through it.

Others cut their palms with the blades on both sides of the dagger. She stared at the dagger for a long time, and finally gritted her teeth and pierced her palm with the tip of the dagger. Fortunately, she has enough precise control over her body, without Too deep to avoid major nerves, yet just enough to get the blood out.

The men in black robes exchanged glances with each other. They had never seen anyone stabbing their palms with daggers, but there seemed to be no rules saying that this was not allowed.

Someone gave a dry cough, reminding No. 22 not to just focus on bleeding, but also to speak lines.

"My blood is your blood."

No. 22 had no choice. After retelling, seeing that the man in black had no other reaction, he handed the dagger to the next man in black.

The people in black robes after that didn't have as many things as No. 22, they all cut their palms with blades, including Niki.

The dozen or so people present all stretched out a palm forward, allowing the blood flowing in the palm to drip into the pentagram-shaped groove, until the wound began to stop bleeding naturally, and the speed of blood flow slowed down to a stop. The woman took the lead to retract her palm, pulled out the white belt tied around her waist, and wrapped it around her injured palm like a bandage to stop the bleeding, and the others followed suit.

The pentagram-shaped groove has been stained dark red by blood, but it is only red. After all, the dripping blood will be absorbed by the floor, and the current blood is not enough to fill the groove.

The wound on No. 22's palm was so hot that it hurt her heart. She was full of resentment, and she wished she could jump out and say that the old lady would not play with you anymore.

"Nos invite Shariel in domum nostram."

The Latin American woman had been speaking and chanting in English before, but she suddenly switched to Latin at this time. Fortunately, on the 22nd, she knew a little Latin, and she could hear that she was inviting a man named Shariel into this home.

This name is not completely unfamiliar. On the way here, on the 22nd, I checked the relevant information sent by the logistics ninja, and seemed to have glanced at the name in it.

She tried hard to think about it, and finally remembered that this was the name of another fallen angel besides Satan—the Killing Angel Sira.

“Rogamus autem Shariel iungere nobis ad mensam.”

The Latin American woman then chanted and invited Xi La to sit at the dining table, but No. 22 wondered where there is a dining table here?
On the 22nd, a pinprick-like chill suddenly felt in the sweltering basement, and the hairs on the back of their necks all stood up, and they all stood still in a circle in the center of the room, with their backs to the surrounding candles The flames should not be disturbed, but suddenly the flames began to waver, causing ghosts in the room.

A sense of crisis arises spontaneously, and No. 22 realizes that something may be wrong.

The Latin American woman tilted her head, as if she was listening to something, and then said inexplicably, "We have a partner."

Before she finished speaking, her uncut hand penetrated into the black robe, and No. 22 thought she was going to take something, when she heard a few loud bangs, the flames and gunpowder smoke tore through her black robe, revealing A black hole in the muzzle.

Colorful black and flowing red suddenly appeared in the corner of the room that should be empty, and No. 27, who was wearing a ninja suit, fell to the ground on his back.

(End of this chapter)