I play prophet in Salvation Organization

Chapter 213 I want to eat you

This is the castle where Hela is.

Being hugged by Starscream and standing on the bottom floor of the castle, Bering looked at the brick wall in front of him that seemed to be covered with a layer of strange gray-black moss, and folded his arms thoughtfully.

As the "goddess of death" in Norse mythology, according to Bering's thinking, the place where Hela lives should be closer to the adjective "hell".

Not to mention broken arms and limbs, at least it shouldn't be more "civilized and polite" than the hideout of Ms. Pale, right?

However, looking at this quaint fortress similar to Bachi...Dimitrescu Castle in "Resident Evil [-]", Bering really didn't think that this place was Hela's residence at the first time.

It always feels overly simplistic.

Glancing at the wall in front of him, Bering pondered for a while, then said to Starscream behind him, "Put my hand on the wall."

Although Starscream was a little surprised, he finally followed Bering's instructions.

She took Bering's hand and slowly brushed it across the wall.

In the next second, Bering paused slightly.

"poison?"

He glanced at his fingertips.

At this moment, some bruises appeared on Bering's fingertips.

This was probably a rather poisonous poison, and it just touched the wall slightly, and it began to erode Bering's fingers.Like maggots attached to the bones, they gnawed at Bering's skin from the outermost layer, and twisted inside trying to get in.

Seeing the ever-expanding bluish-gray on his fingers, Bai Ling frowned slightly.

He didn't pay too much attention to these toxins, but asked Starscream to shake his hands with a relaxed and casual gesture.

Poison didn't mean much to Bering—you couldn't expect poison to kill someone who was already dead.

Of course, nerve-blocking toxins don't count.

However, if he really encountered this kind of poison, Bering felt that he might not be able to escape even if he wanted to - the strength of "Hella" was much more troublesome than he imagined.

The two walked past the wall in silence. In the darkness, Starscream carrying a Beringia groped to find a winding staircase.

"Is it going in this direction?" Starscream turned around and asked Bering.

But Bering nodded slightly, letting Starscream continue walking up.

The staircase is spiral, twisting all the way up from the bottom floor, as if leading to the unreachable clouds, sticking to the layered clouds.

The castle looked taller than I imagined.

When seeing this staircase, a similar thought flashed through Bering's mind.

On both sides of the stairs, you can see a lot of Nordic-style decorations, many of which have obvious mythological metaphors.For example, the dominating wolf head, or the long python wrapped around the side of the stairs.In addition, there are such things as the one-eyed head, the wall lamp with beating flames, and the giant sword trapped in the ice, which Bering has heard of, but he doesn't know the specific origin.

Walking on this staircase, Bering felt as if he was walking through a vast, long and heavy...mythical corridor.

As for Starscream next to him, the core of expressing emotion is a little more simple.

"Wow," Starscream exclaimed, "a lot of treasures."

There are probably many things among them that Starscream finds very attractive, so she subconsciously wants to touch them.

With this in mind, she stretched out her fingers and lightly touched something on the wall.

Just when Starscream's finger was about to touch it.

In the next second, a lazy voice came from above the stairs: "If I were you, I wouldn't do this."

Hearing this sound, Starscream was so frightened that he quickly stopped what he was doing, and looked around guiltily.

But Bering raised his head thoughtfully.

His gaze spanned the long corridor, and he kept looking at the direction from which the reminder came.

Although it was still dark above the stairs, the person who spoke up to remind him was carrying a bright lantern, so Bering could see the appearance of that person through the light of the lantern.

It was an old woman who looked a bit old and decayed, her back was bent, her yellow teeth were exposed, and under the thick bags under her eyes was the eye feces that hadn't been wiped off. She looked sloppy and dirty.

However, this is only what her upper body looks like, in fact her lower body is the complete opposite.

By the light, Bering could see her legs.At this moment, the old woman was wearing a tulle-like skirt, which fit her thighs tightly, showing youthful luster and vigor on her fair thighs.Her legs are as straight as a lotus flower, slender and beautiful.

In other words, this is a contradictory person whose upper body is aging and the lower body is youthful.

This kind of attire and dress, I have to say, is indeed very weird.

Starscream also followed Bering's line of sight.

When she saw the old woman, she suddenly had a chill: "Wow, this is really... an uncomfortable look."

"Does that guy Hela have such a unique taste?" She said, "Aren't the people in the castle so uncomfortable?"

She spoke in such a low voice that the old woman did not hear her.

But maybe he heard it and didn't care much.

In fact, the strange-looking old woman just yawned: "The whole castle is full of poison, which was set up by the hostess to guard against some blind thieves. Although I don't know What's the matter with you, but out of duty, I still advise you not to move casually."

"Of course, it's best not to look around casually," the old woman said wearily. "The hostess doesn't want her items to be looked at casually, which will make her feel bad."

Hearing her address to Hela, Bering's heart moved slightly.

"Are you Ganglott?" He looked at the old woman, "In mythology, one of the servants of Hela, the goddess of death?"

Ganglott, the name that once appeared in the "Eda" of Norse mythology.

She was one of the servants who served Hela, and her colleague was Gonrath, a man like her.

These two people are "sluggish walkers", which means lazy and undisciplined, and are responsible for taking care of the goddess' daily life and daily life in Hela's palace.

Although Bering had heard about this, he never thought that Ganglott's appearance would be so... weird.

On the other side, the old maid Ganglot whose name was revealed said indifferently: "Yes, you are right, this is my name."

Looking up tremblingly at the bottomless stairs, Ganglot yawned again: "Don't waste your time here now, come with me, the mistress asked me to guide you all the way to her room. "

As she spoke, she grabbed her lantern and walked unhurriedly towards the top of the stairs.

And Starscream turned to look at Bering.

"Come along," Bering said noncommittally, "It seems that Hela has already guessed that we will come."

After hearing this.

No matter how reluctant Starscream was, right now he had to obey Bering's will and climb up with Ganglott.

Although he looked stooped and lacked strength, Gunlott was surprisingly fast.

In just a few minutes, she left the two of them behind and walked slowly up by herself.

But Starscream is no ordinary person.

Even if Ganglott's speed is amazing, her speed is definitely not slow.

Except for a slight drop at the beginning, the two quickly maintained a distance of no more than five meters.No matter how fast Ganglot accelerated, Starscream was able to keep up steadily.

This made Ganglott couldn't help but look at her twice, and gradually began to speed up.

In the back, the speed of both sides was so fast that normal humans couldn't even run wildly.

With such haste, they quickly reached their destination.

Stopping at the door, Ganglot rubbed his sleepy eyes and said wearily, "This is it..."

She tremblingly opened the heavy door in front of her, and at the same time said softly, "The hostess is waiting for you inside now."

Hearing this, Starscream and Bering looked at each other.

After exchanging glances with each other, Starscream didn't hesitate for a moment, and walked directly towards the door.

Wait until they have just entered this room.

Behind them, that is, the direction they came from, the thick wooden door was closed little by little.

In just a few seconds, Ganglot completely blocked the door behind them, leaving them trapped in this space.

When the door behind them was completely closed, the two of them were immediately in extreme darkness.

There is no light coming out, and there are no signs that can indicate it. Everything is the same as the legendary hell... the same!
Looking at the scene in front of him, Starscream subconsciously said, "What is that disgusting guy doing..."

But she hadn't finished speaking yet.

Bering behind her said softly, "Shut up."

Staring at the darkness in front of him, Bering lowered his voice, "Hela... is watching us!"

Hearing Bering's warning, Starscream was startled!
Although her level is similar to that of Hela, and even strictly speaking, it may be a little higher than Hela, after all, she is the monster closest to the origin.But how should I put it, right now they are staying in their lair, not to mention Starscream is carrying a burden on his body, the most important thing is that this burden cannot be thrown away...

So under such a comparison, the original small strength gap was smoothed out, or even exaggerated.

Compared to Starscream who thinks too much, Bering is more calm.

Although he was resisted by Starscream, he didn't feel much discomfort, but whispered into the night: "If you plan to come to show off, I don't think there is any need for it."

"Miss Hela."

The voice fell.

Not long after, a bright light suddenly lit up in the dark room.

The flame of this lamp is blue, not as bright as an orange fire, but rather icy cold, making one feel as if there are ants crawling on one's back while swaying faintly.

Under the blue flame, a vague figure sat in the deepest part of the room.

"I know you," the figure said, with a voice that occasionally sounded like frosted vicissitudes, but sometimes it seemed like an innocent girl, "You are the most famous prophet recently."

Looking up at the outline of the figure in front of him, Bering smiled: "It seems that I have been quite famous recently, and it has even spread to Tartarus."

Amidst his laughter, Hela didn't make any expression.

She just hid in the dark, her voice rising and falling: "It was you who destroyed the 'Human Watch'-although those guys are trash, they can be regarded as handy tools to some extent. However, because of you, most of them have no It worked. Even a small number of those who escaped from the surface were scared out of their wits and their performance was disappointing."

"This makes me a little angry. After all, they were able to bring me a lot of entertainment and offer sacrifices to me. But now, all of these are gone, and these reasons are all due to you."

Looking at Bering, Hela finally showed her ferocious fangs: "And now, you have thrown yourself into a trap... It seems that you really feel that you have lived too long, and you want to get eternal sleep from me gone?"

Her voice echoed in the dark room, like a shadow growing in the swamp, spying on all the travelers on the trek, as if something wrong would drag those guys into the swamp to feast on!

Obviously, Hela's anger is real.

At least Starscream could feel the annoyance in Hela's tone.

She subconsciously tugged at Bering's clothes, thinking about which direction she should jump so as not to let Bering die here.

But Bering behind her was not panicked at all.

He said with a smile: "It's just a matter of position, just like you and the other masters in the abyss. In the final analysis, it's just that you stand in different positions, so you think differently."

"What's more, those guys may not be able to bring you more favorable conditions like me," Bering smiled, "It seems that they are destined not to have... this."

As he spoke, Bering whispered to Starscream next to him, "Raise my hand and hand it out into the darkness."

Starscream looked at Bering suspiciously.

But in the end she still grabbed Bering's hand and sent the pale palms into the night.

Strange to say, when Bering stretched his hands forward, they started to disappear little by little from the front.

As if entering the world behind the curtain, his hand was sent to the back of the night.

'Sure enough, is it a visual effect, or is it a folding space? '

Looking at his right hand, which had half disappeared, Bai Ling knew it.

Not long after, he felt a feeling of groping in his hand.

Hela seemed to be holding his palm to observe.

Not long after, Bering heard Hela's slightly moved voice: "This is...the Philosopher's Stone?"

That's right.

This is why Hella was moved.

The Ring of the Tyrant King, or...the Philosopher's Stone created by the Hermes faction!
Even in front of a Tartarus overlord like Hela, the "Philosopher's Stone" is not a common commodity.

In fact, this point can be clearly found from what Bering has seen and heard so far. He has seen a lot so far, but even he has only seen two Philosopher's Stones.

One is the ring on his hand, and the other is the Pale Lady.

In addition, no one has ever seen this kind of magical prop that should have become famous in the history of alchemy in Western Europe.

Therefore, Bering felt that this thing should be considered rare for Hela.

And the second Philosopher's Stone still uses Hela as a template...

Bering would not believe that she knew nothing about it.

Sure enough, not long after, Hela grabbed Bering's hand and said hoarsely, "It seems that your luck is quite good."

"The Philosopher's Stone of Hermes is not available to everyone," Hela said, "Even among the heterogeneous species, except for a little bit of goods from the old man El, there are basically no others. How many people have heard of it."

Creation God El.

The old man who runs the game hall, Song Qingci's father and Ji Qianqin's mother have all exchanged things with him.And more than a month ago, Bering also took the two girls to the old man to get the memory fragments of their parents.

Bering was not surprised to hear El's name from Hela.

After all, the Chuangshi God, although he has fallen, can still be regarded as a person for the time being.As a top god, Hela knew about the old man, and it was normal.

Therefore, Bering just smiled and said: "God El will not have such a pure Philosopher's Stone like me."

"In fact, this is my gift to apologize to you," Bering said without changing his expression, "a high-precision sage's stone, which must be a great gift to you."

Hearing this, Hela paused slightly when she grabbed Bering.

It didn't take long for her to speak slowly: "I understand, yes, the Philosopher's Stone is indeed precious to me."

She seemed to want to agree.

However, soon, Hela changed the subject again: "However, this cannot make up for your fault."

She held Bering's hand tightly, with greed rising in her voice: "You have caused me great harm! Just a Philosopher's Stone is not enough! You know, because you and I have completely lost face in the abyss. I was thrown away! Therefore, you must give me more compensation than the Philosopher's Stone!"

When Hela was speaking, Bering could still feel something cool flowing from his palm.

This guy probably drool on my hands.

Bering frowned and said, "Then, what compensation do you want?"

As soon as this sentence is spoken.

Hela's movement of grabbing Bering's hand made another effort.

She said hastily: "That's right, since you slapped me in the face and made me lose face, then you should use more sincere compensation than now..."

"Your... hiss... your compensation..." Her voice began to fluctuate little by little, "your compensation is..."

"I want your right hand!"

As soon as this sentence is spoken.

Starscream standing next to Bering suddenly opened his eyes, glaring at Hela fiercely!

"Bastard hybrid son of a bitch!" Starscream's voice rose instantly, furious, "How dare you? How dare you?! I think you want to die, you stupid dog!"

Obviously, Hela behind the black curtain was startled by Starscream's voice, and her hand that was holding Bering trembled slightly.

Soon, Hela realized whose territory this was, regained her composure, and turned to Starscream with a sneer: "Who was I then, so it was your loyal dog."

"Why, after that man left, you found another man?" Hela said with a sneer, "Then you seem to be unlucky - two owners who are willing to lead your dog on a leash are somewhat problematic, It’s really rude to meet people.”

"you?!"

Starscream could hardly contain his anger.

Subconsciously, she wanted to step forward, pull out the female monster hidden behind the curtain, ride on her body fiercely, and slap her a few big mouths!
But soon, Bering stopped her action: "Okay."

Turning his eyes to the vague figure in front of him again, the smile on Bering's face gradually faded.

"You want my right hand?" he said. "Yes, no problem."

Saying that, without hesitation, he directly said to Starscream: "Chop off my right hand."

Hearing this, Starscream looked at him in shock, and even Hela, who was holding Bering slightly harder.

"Are you crazy?!" Starscream lowered her voice, "Do you know what Hela wants?! What she wants is not your hand, but a part of your soul!"

"As the goddess of death, she likes 'dead people' like you so much! And although her soul skills are poor, she has a deep understanding of death. If you let her grab a part of you, just talk to someone else It's like I gave you a voodoo doll... At that time, everything about you will be under the control of others!"

Bering looked at Starscream with a half-smile.

If you look at it from anyone's point of view, you will probably think that Starscream is full of fists, wanting to make suggestions for Bering and worrying about his safety.

But only Bering knew that the current Starscream could not have such kind thoughts.

It's just that due to the shackles of the oath and some of her concerns, Starscream tried her best to dissuade Bering from doing so, that's all.

But she was right.

If Hela really took away part of herself, it would really be like someone else piercing a doll for herself, which is equivalent to giving someone a weakness out of thin air.

but……

That also has to be that this weakness is really "useful".

Thinking of this, Bering's expression didn't change.

"Don't worry so much," he said, "just do it!"

(End of this chapter)