I am creating a esoteric religion in London

Chapter 372 One against Ten

He looked at Ms. Sholto's beautiful, dignified and elegant smile, and looked at the cute way the other party tilted her head and listened.

Herb Butler felt that his heart began to beat faster, and the rhythm of his heart rate was brisk and comfortable, as if he had returned to the stage of spring buds sprouting in his youth and ignorance.

"Miss Sholto is so cute!" He thought in his heart: "And this Mr. Cavell and Miss Sholto turned out to be just siblings, not a couple as I had imagined... This is really great! !!”

"Then my chances of winning Miss Sholto's heart will be greatly increased!"

"But how to act specifically requires careful planning."

While Herb Butler was telling the past history of this ancient land with great emotion, he was distractedly thinking about the beauty of himself and Miss Sholto.

He just felt that Miss Sholto's every smile seemed to touch his heartstrings.

Miss Sholto smiled, and he couldn't help feeling happy.

Miss Sholto was sad, and he couldn't help but be sad too.

"According to the information passed by the head office, Miss Sholto is using the company's special transportation service for this trip. This is a special customized service that can only be enjoyed by the company's senior VIP customers."

"In the past, most of the customers who were able to use this service were elderly dignitaries and businessmen, but Miss Sholto looks young and beautiful. She is obviously using the authority of others."

"Judging from Miss Sholto's speech and behavior, she must have received a high level of etiquette education, which means that Miss Sholto should have been born in a large upper-class family. This journey also borrowed the help of the family elders. VIP privileges...she is a true noble daughter!"

"A young lady like this who was born with a golden key must have grown up under the care of countless people since she was a child. She must have seen many rare objects. There should be nothing in this world that she wants. What you can't get... The cliche hero saving the beauty may be difficult to impress such a pampered aristocratic lady.

"She should have seen too many such deeds... If I continue to implement the hero's plan to save the beauty, it is very likely that Miss Sholto will only think that I am a loyal servant... Only a servant will risk his own life to save the beauty." The master sacrifices his life.”

"If I really want to please Miss Sholto, I have to find a new way... Maybe I should continue to maintain my professionalism and treat people with polite but distant indifference. Miss Sholto?”

"A beautiful and noble lady like Miss Sholto must have never lacked flattery and flattery around her. If I showed an attitude of indifference and rejection, I might be able to arouse her competitive spirit and attract her attention! "

Herb Butler thought self-righteously. He had already made up his mind to use this as a strategic policy to attract Miss Sholto's attention. He had been completely immersed in how to win Miss Sholto's heart. The small conflict when picking up the car was forgotten... and they even forgot that the man and woman in front of them were scholars of invisible arts from the hidden world!

Just when the confident travel butler was about to speak in a calm tone instead of showing off his professional attitude rather than trying to please Miss Sholto, he saw the girl who had just leaned against Miss Sholto. Mr. Cavell, who had been sleeping for a while, had woken up and slowly opened his eyes.

Perhaps it was his illusion, but in a daze he seemed to see Mr. Cavell's right eye being abnormally swollen and protruding, as if it was about to pop out of its socket.

But when Herb Butler blinked and looked again, the other person's right eye had shrunk back to normal, as if a poisonous snake poked its head out of the cave and quickly shrank back.

The travel steward felt that he was probably confused. How could human eyes suddenly swell and protrude and then retract in an instant? My eyes must have been wrong.

But as the awakened Mr. Cavell slowly sat up, he once again noticed that a strange atmosphere began to spread in the carriage.

I saw that the light of the oil lamp hanging on the top of the carriage seemed to become dim and dim with Mr. Cavell's awakening. It seemed that some kind of deep and dark light that was opposite to the light radiated from the other person's eyes, filling the space in an instant. It filled the entire carriage, making it difficult for the bright yellow light to illuminate the entire carriage clearly, as if the air was filled with alien light-absorbing substances that were gradually swallowing up the brilliance of the lamps.

In a daze, Herb Butler could see shadow spots flying high inside the carriage, and shadows the size of fingernails flashed before his eyes.

For a moment it seemed to him that he could glimpse the distinct features of the shadow spot, as if he could see the outline details of the shadow - a strange, indescribable, ugly, disgusting insect that was fluttering and shaking in the fog. The wings, which are as ethereal as they are, sprinkle chaotic and dim stars and dots of scales around them.

Herb Butler's eyes followed the group of shadow bugs, and his consciousness seemed to be swallowed up by these greedy shadow bugs like the light of a lamp. A low and hoarse murmur seemed to echo in his mind. He should abandon his reason, integrity and dignity, and order him to...

"They are already here," said Mr. Cavell, whose neck had been twisted to a terrifying angle of nearly 180 degrees.

These sudden words woke up Herb Butler. Before he had time to be surprised, how could Mr. Cavell's neck be so flexible? Could it be that this young man also practiced circus juggling in his spare time?

He couldn't help but follow the other person's gaze and look out the window. He squinted his eyes and tried his best to look far into the distance before he could barely see the ten blurry cavalry figures on the edge of the horizon.

"The Tomb Guard Team? Have you noticed us so quickly?"

"But please don't panic, although in the story I just told, the tombkeepers sound very scary." Herb Butler soothed: "But in fact, they are generally reasonable beings, as long as If we don’t show disrespect for the kings of the Shadowless Empire and have no offensive intentions, they won’t be able to attack us for no reason. We just need to quietly——”

However, Mr. Cavell seemed not to be listening to his persuasion at all, looking at the ten cavalry figures in the distance with a meaningful smile.

"I'll go meet them for a while." After saying such incomprehensible words, Mr. Cavell opened the small door of the carriage and jumped out of the high-speed carriage with his suitcase in hand.

"what?!"

This move frightened Herb Butler to stand up and look behind the car anxiously, fearing that he would directly see the smashed Mr. Cavell - even if it was just the guest's undissuaded independent behavior, as long as If any guest is injured during the journey, it will have a great impact on his performance! Not to mention that Mr. Cavell is a high-level VIP user! ! !

"Stop! Stop! Stop quickly!!!"

Herb Butler slapped the inner wall of the carriage hard, ordered the driver to stop the carriage, and then anxiously stuck his head out the window to look at the ground behind the carriage.

"Oh my God, does Mr. Cavell not want his life? He jumped directly from the moving carriage. Doesn't he know..."

However, what happened next left the professional travel butler even more stunned.

There was no sign of Mr. Cavell struggling on the ground on the road behind the carriage. On the contrary, there is an unusually blurry figure moving at a speed that is almost impossible to detect with the naked eye!

Herb Butler blinked his eyes hard in disbelief. When he looked again, he found that just for a moment, the figure from behind had already galloped hundreds of miles away. The speed was simply faster than on the grassland. The cheetah, the king of hunting, is even more terrifying!

He even only had time to see an afterimage flickering on the pale ground. Every time it disappeared and reappeared, it was already thirty yards away from its original location!

And this figure that seems to be Mr. Cavell's back, charging forward, is suddenly the tomb guard team at the edge of the horizon!

"This...does Mr. Cavell want to attack ten fully armed cavalry by himself?"

Herb Butler didn't know what to say for a moment.

He turned back to look at Miss Sholto, who was still sitting elegantly. There was no trace of nervousness or worry on her face.

This Miss Sholto seemed to have absolute trust in Mr. Cavell, and had no intention of interfering with the other man's reckless act of charging alone. She just smiled slightly and looked out the window. Her expression was what the opera house was looking forward to. The audience seems to be waiting to watch the next grand performance.

Miss Sholto looked at the anxious travel steward, smiled, and said softly: "Please rest assured, Mr. Heber, Cavell is not a reckless person. He must have his own reasons for doing this."

"Let's just sit quietly and wait."

This explanation was completely unconvincing, but at this time Hebe was already fascinated by Miss Sholto's smile. He just smiled and nodded stupidly, and then sat back down, but his eyes were still focused on the window. things develop.

Mr. Cavell, who was charging so fast, seemed completely unaware of fatigue. His running speed did not slow down at all, and even got faster and faster. Now Heb Butler could only vaguely see a black shadow coming up on the pale desert. It flashed back and forth, each flash appearing in a farther direction, and the silent Gobi beach seemed to be filled with the whistling sound of some kind of shells breaking through the air.

But Hebe knew that this was probably just his illusion. Although Mr. Cavell's speed was indeed incredibly fast, like a shell blasting towards the enemy's position... But how could a human being make such an explosion like a shell? Woolen cloth? This must be my imagination, it must be because I stayed up too late and my head was not clear.

'Yes, that's right, it must be just because my head is not clear enough! '

'Otherwise, it is impossible to explain why at this moment my head is echoing with a buzzing sound like a big earthquake, making my head hurt? ! '

"Otherwise, it is impossible to explain why as Mr. Cavell's figure passes by, the desolate land seems to be filled with dark and sticky shadows?!"

"Otherwise, there is no way to explain why Mr. Cavell's back seems to have three thin wings growing out of it... But I can't catch Mr. Cavell sprinting at all, and how can I see the bony wings growing on the top of his skull? Where are the horns?"

"Haha, this must be all just my illusion, it's all just my illusion..."

While Herb Butler was trying hard to convince himself to accept this series of incredible events, in less than three minutes, the figure symbolizing Mr. Cavell suddenly sprinted to the edge of the horizon, crashing into the horizon like a real cannonball. In the cavalry team of the mausoleum guards, who are waiting in full formation.

boom--

There seemed to be a violent onomatopoeia of artillery shells in Herb Butler's head.

Then he saw eleven black shadows on the edge of the horizon in the distance, all of which seemed to be entangled together.

But no matter how hard he looked, he couldn't clearly see the movements of the eleven black figures.

Even in his field of vision, the eleven rays seemed to have merged seamlessly, as if the pale moonlight had turned into a pair of invisible hands, ravaging the eleven thugs who disturbed the tranquility of the night into a huge, round and deep shadow.

From time to time, the dome-shaped shadow will protrude ferociously with deformed thrusts like swords, swords, and gun blades, but in an instant, those who are restless and unyielding will shrink back into the dome-shaped shadow under the pressure of some kind of terrifying force, just like those The tomb guard cavalry who struggled desperately to escape have been trapped in the dome and turned into nutrients for the growth of the hatching dome.

The dry cold wind of the desert seemed to be mixed with heart-rending wails and screams. These terrible sounds made Herb Butler tremble uncontrollably.

He swallowed hard, turned to look at Miss Sholto, who was looking calm, and said tremblingly: "Could it be that Mr. Cavell, with his bare hands, killed ten of the tomb guard cavalry who had experienced hundreds of battles?" Destroyed?"

Miss Sholto just covered her mouth and chuckled: "Herb really loves to joke."

"Of course Cavill with his bare hands cannot be compared to the elite cavalry carrying sacred weapons."

"That's why he specially packed his suitcase just now!"

Cold sweat dripped from his forehead. Heb Butler finally understood that the travelers this time were indeed no ordinary people. He could single-handedly wipe out ten elite cavalry... Even in a hidden world full of wonders, they must be extremely powerful and terrifying. existence.

A gust of wind blew, and the waning gibbous moon also splashed an even more dazzling pale moonlight.

The shadows on the distant horizon finally dissipated with the wind, and the dark dome cracked and disintegrated.

"Ah, actually..."

Herb Butler once again showed an expression of disbelief and horror.

(End of this chapter)