The last headhunter

Chapter 54 The Shadow of Nothingness
All I know is that whether it is the God Realm or the human world, even the Underworld ruled by the God of Death cannot escape some kind of bad luck.

fight.Endless battle.For some lofty or shameless purpose, the whole world is wandering in endless darkness, and there will never be a day when the clouds will see the sun.

But so do I.I will do whatever it takes to achieve my goals.This gloomy and cold throne seems to me like some kind of sinful curse of thorns.For thousands of years, this indelible sense of guilt has haunted me like a shadow.
But it has also become my most powerful weapon.The sanctuary of the night will always exist, just because of a king who is willing to bear everything.

so.Honorable headhunter.You came here across the cracks of time and space, what exactly are you looking for?What are those greedy long-cherished wishes hidden in your heart trying to tell you?
That poor man named Rui Er, what was the bridge between the world and the gods that was left behind after exhausting his life?

Child of the night - I wish you could give me an answer.If the clock of fate is really not on the verge of extinction, there is still a chance of winning this war.

The Gothic cathedral in front of him exuded a gloomy and gloomy light, and the moment the boy woke up from the deep cold dream, he was oppressed by a horrifying death pressure and couldn't breathe.

This is a cursed land with absolutely no light at all.The only thing that can guide you forward is the fire of the dead that burns constantly in the remains of the dead.The mourning souls are trapped on the soul lamps lined up on both sides of the obsidian road, and a few stars dotted on the lonely night sky in the distance seem to be arranged in a scythe shape.

Inside the church, there are red and black crow murals hanging on the ceiling. On the benches of the chapel, there are believers sitting in twos and threes hidden behind dark hoods. The red carpet as bright as blood extends to the end. It is a noble and elegant ruby ​​podium, and the deep and dark ancient door behind the podium.

Or, is that really the gate?Is there a door in that shape?Like a wriggling blood vessel, it spreads its teeth and claws, quickly gathers and disperses, constantly switches between red and black, and even quickly and transparently blends with the dark wall. It seems to exist independently without being attached to any entity, and it can change its shape freely without restraint. phantom.

Juveniles cannot make accurate judgments about it.Just looking at it makes you dizzy and weak in your limbs.Even though it was freezing cold around him, he was still sweating profusely.For a moment, an idea flashed through the boy's mind——

That may not be the so-called gate.That is darkness itself.It is the purest shadow in this silent space.

"Young man cough cough cough. Young man."

Suddenly, a hoarse voice broke the boy's contemplation.He subconsciously trembled all over, and broke out in cold sweat again.

It was an old woman with a thin face who was whispering to him in the chapel chair.Just like other believers, she refused to take off her hood. Even though she could slightly see the gorgeous inner clothes and the nobility of gems on her fingers, she still hid under the dark cloak, crossed her hands on her chest, and prayed devoutly.

Who is it that attracts so many people to respect him as a god?Does it have anything to do with the babbling in the dream?

"Come here quickly. Follow me and pray together. Otherwise, if you are seen by an adult, you will definitely be punished."

"Convict? Who is your so-called adult?"

Although the boy was confused, he still followed the mother-in-law's instructions and walked to him, and sat down on the bench.

"My lord's name can't be said by a lowly person like me. Not only me, but all the believers who worship here don't have any right to call their names directly."

"You should also be careful about your words and deeds. Since you have sworn to worship the God of the Night, you must have 100% respect. Only in this way can you get enough blessings and pursue the power of shadow."

"The power of shadow is again."

"You really don't know anything?" The mother-in-law looked him up and down in surprise, and shook her head resentfully.

"I didn't expect that the new believers who came to the Dark Night Sanctuary to find the traces of the Lord turned out to be this kind of stuff. Those rumors don't seem to be true. It's nonsense to say that a legendary figure who can save the 'Ghost Stinger' is about to appear. Believe it only No rat should trust those prophets."

She sighed, but clenched her hands even tighter.

"The power of shadow is the goal of your coming here. It is the divine power exclusive to adults. Relying on that divine power, you can sink into the shadow of nothingness as if you do not exist in the world, and even all the marks about you will be destroyed. Erase completely. No one will remember you, and wherever you appear, you will be just like a black mist, so your body and soul will usher in complete freedom."

"So as long as you get this kind of blessing from the adults, the people of Netherthorn may survive from the hands of the blasphemer. The fate of destruction will not come like this. I traveled for nearly two months and came to Here, it is to seek the favor of adults."

Is it the same as not existing in the world?Transfer yourself to another space completely, and even eliminate your influence on the world?This is really crazy. Is it so powerful and crazy to cultivate the shadow to the extreme?No wonder it attracts so many believers.

You can probably guess the owner of this temple.Recalling the heavy crooning before crossing the space, the jumping shadow rune marks on Nariel's classics, and the fading touch of the world before losing consciousness, the king he is about to meet must be him.

"By the way, where did you come from? Shadow City? Watcher's Bastion? Singing Sanctuary? Is it a barren land? Enveloping refuge? It's too far away and no one will come. But it's also strange. Look at you The attire should not be suitable for the above regions. What are you?"

Suddenly, a sudden change interrupted the mother-in-law's suspicion.On the podium made of ruby, a mass of mixed black mixed with scarlet light began to surge and rise, and the quietly burning dark green death fire seemed to sense the surge of energy, and also began to roar excitedly.And some kind of sharp iron blade piercing the cold mist began to expand outwards along with the black light, tearing apart from the inside out like tearing a layer of kraft paper!
Only then did the boy notice that it was not a ruby ​​at all.That's just clotted blood!And the sharp short blade made of pure black is greedily sucking the blood soul crystals that support the podium, and is constantly waking up and recovering through it.
"Oh God of the Night—the great black knife! You are finally about to show up!"

"My lord, my lord!"

"Please save us!!!"

Cries of collapse and desperate prayers began to flood around.There is no shortage of believers who began to cry out of breath from excessive grief.They crawled and knelt on the ground, weeping and shouting ugly.For a while, the interior of the temple was in chaos.

The old woman next to her was obviously much calmer.She just touched the ring on her index finger a little nervously, staring at the black light surrounded by blood cells and trembling slightly.As far as her reaction is concerned, she is absolutely worthy of the "noble sense" that the young man thought.But why, even though he is a nobleman, he is so skinny. Even though he is dressed in fine clothes, it is even a problem to eat?
Not to mention the other hooded bodies.Skinny and light, you can even see the epidermis where the blood vessels are clearly visible, as well as the almost sunken pupils and mouth.Using the hood as a tool to protect their appearance, they suffered and suffered a lot.Those hands, which are as old as the skin of ancient trees, no longer have any strength to lift them up.

This scene is shocking.Why are the believers of that god who are praying devoutly here so miserable?Completely different from the wealth and nobility of the people of Halwara, are they really a protected people? Or is it that their selfish king has completely cared about the lives and deaths of believers?
"Curse. Vicious curse. Those traitors who betrayed the Lord, the hateful blasphemers! They killed the assassins who guarded their hometowns, and the lives were devastated! Damn, everyone deserves to die!"

The mother-in-law suddenly became agitated.It seemed to be stimulated by the tragedy in front of him.

"I have to seek the power of the shadows to break the curse. Otherwise, our whole family will no longer be able to reunite. I have to protect my children, I must protect them!"

"Great King, I beg you, open your eyes and look at us, and grant you the power of God's Chosen!"

She cried bitterly and begged like this, even the young man was infected by this emotion.Although he was born with no concept of family, it was Lorraine's family that allowed him to live to this day. This concern is such a touching emotion.

But also because of this, Ao'an must be purified in order to open the road to Lorraine and protect those villagers from being slaughtered.This is also what Ruier's ancient book called for himself, and he must do it.

While lamenting like this, "that door" behind the podium suddenly opened some cracks in the black hole-like vortex floating.The young man could see two long striped figures dragging like ghost snakes, gradually emerging from the crack and standing beside the blood-colored black ball.

What kind of creature is that?The boy couldn't describe the moment when he saw that floating object at all, he felt completely at a loss for words!Is that ripple?Or some kind of light?Obviously there is a human-shaped floating shell, and everyone can see it clearly, but they can't perceive its facial features at all!He is more like the result of a certain "blank" being forcibly endowed with meaning. It is the crystallization of thinking that expands infinitely but is limited to a corner!

You can't give any definition of it at all.Because in your cognition, this kind of thing should not exist at all.He destroys all your cognitive systems and makes the boundary between reality and fiction irrelevant.

What's even more frightening is that although you can't hear any sound, your brain is telling you that he is talking.

He is stating something to you.

I saw the shadow of nothingness solemnly read:
"Respected human headhunters. The God of the Night welcomes you. The god-given ceremony is about to begin. Please move to the inner hall of chaos to meet the king. Your destiny will be revealed in front of you. Receive baptism and become a believer officially. "

It wasn't some kind of voice, and it didn't have any tone or feeling.That's just a language.He transmits it directly to your mind, and then leads you step by step, slowly stepping into the abyss.

"God-given ceremony.?" you asked.

What answers you is endless emptiness.

(End of this chapter)