Fairy’s Box

Deep underground, closed space.

In the innermost foundation of the altar, countless giant eggs were piled up on both sides, crowding the space to a narrow gap.

At the entrance of the foundation, a thick gray-black aerosol was permeated, covering the deep space inside, so that nothing could be seen. Occasionally, a strange roar echoed in the air with ups and downs.

Between the countless honeycomb-shaped giant eggs covered with flesh and blood, there were scattered soft waxy egg shell fragments, yellow-brown mixed secretions, and a large number of strange-shaped monster corpses. A large number of the monsters have seriously imbalanced body proportions, or lack some kind of important organ, and even some of the heads have only empty shells, and there is no brain tissue inside since they were born.

There are various shapes of monster heads scattered on the ground in the gaps. They are still in the embryonic stage. All of them were twisted from the outside by the strange force. resentment.

Countless viscera and intestines, drenched in different-colored plasma, hung between the eggshells like ornaments, blood and secretions pooled on the ground into turbid streams, and pieces of rotting viscera floated on the surface of the liquid.

The space at the bottom of the altar was wrapped in a sticky and turbid stench, and the strange screams that were enough to tear the eardrums of ordinary people occasionally sounded. The combination of the two formed a dark space of hell-like silence and mystery.

In the mine-shaped tunnel connecting the foundation and the upper layer of the altar, a squat figure slowly emerged from the fog, his eyes under the white mask swept over the giant honeycomb eggs, and his eyes suddenly flashed with a strange light.

It is the servant and confidant of Duriel, the king of maggots, and was ordered to present a devil's egg to show affection to the human who stole the power of the devil, and to assist him in further destroying the human world.

Of course, as a servant of the Demon God, it is naturally not a mere friendship messenger, and part of it also has the role of a spy.

The other party is also deeply aware of this, but there is still a place for it for the time being, so although it is quite unfriendly to this monster, it does not drive away immediately.

And one of its most important tasks is to spy on this man who steals divine power, and try to decipher the secret of his control of divine power as much as possible.

Through long-term observation, the servants of the Demon God found that this man would disappear for a night every once in a while, and that night he would consume a huge amount of power and it would take a long time to recover.

It felt that this night, it was likely to contain the core secret of the other party, so it found the opportunity to dissipate itself into a bubble, and tracked the owner of the closed space to come here.

"These monster eggs exude the breath of otherworldly evil gods, which is really disgusting."

While thinking about it, the servant of the demon **** walked silently between the demon eggs, following the occasional roar in the space, and quickly approached the position of the sound source.

The roar of an unknown monster came from a distance, as if it was a call from hell, making it feel a touch of familiarity.

The deeper you go, the greater the resistance. Rows of honeycomb-shaped devil eggs are swept away by the mist and shake, and the outer membrane of the flesh and blood that adheres to the egg shells falls off like bark inch by inch.

"Actually collected such a large batch of demon eggs. Could it be that that guy imprisoned the clone of the mother of the black goat here, laying eggs and hatching an army for him? What an extremely evil human being."

The servant of the Demon God squeezed into the depths of the space. At this moment, it was engulfed by the thick fog that had been surging. The figure occasionally emerged from the fog, and then was quickly submerged by the gray-black fog like waves.

The huge roar in the depths of the space is getting closer and closer, and it can hear a clue. This is clearly the roar of some kind of monster when it is giving birth. Could it be that that guy really imprisoned the avatar of the black goat goddess here?

While thinking, the servant of the Demon God was struggling to move forward in the fog, and suddenly sensed an incredible flow of power. In the dark space, something like a blood vessel suddenly wrapped around its waist at an unbelievable speed.

As the incarnation of treacherous emotions, the servants of the Demon God have no entity and should not be able to be locked by any physical attack, but they are instantly twisted by this huge scarlet blood vessel.

It struggled frantically for two times, but was still unable to get rid of the restraint. The blood-colored tube quickly tightened and straightened, and used a huge force to drag the servant of the devil into the sea of ​​fog, and disappeared instantly.

...

"Ahhhh!"

The roar that implied great pain echoed in the space, like a stretched rubber thread, and then, with the sound of heavy objects falling, the rubber thread broke at the same time, leaving only the heavy breathing sound like a tumbling storm.

The servant of the Demon God was pulled into the core of the space by a scarlet tube, smashed to the ground heavily, and landed on a large pool of sticky, slippery, smelly liquid. Without a body, it naturally won't be dizzy, and quickly looked up, and saw an incredible scene.

At the core of the dense fog, countless huge earthworm-shaped bright red tentacles intertwined with each other, rolling densely, forming a honeycomb-shaped flesh-and-blood cylinder, towering in the depths of the fog.

Hundreds of feet high, thousands of these terrifying red blood vessels plunged into the earth like rhizomes, like countless parasites drilled from the depths of the earth, squirming viscous and bloody.

Below are all three- or four-story house-high magic eggs, which are stacked next to each other into the slopes of the hills, but compared with the honeycomb-shaped cylinder in the center, these magic eggs are like tiny mushrooms growing beside the towering giant trees. .

And the owner of the closed space, the man named Calf, at this moment his upper body was embedded in the middle of the cylinder, his body and scarlet tentacles blended together regardless of each other, and he closed his eyes and gasped.

His bare chest rose and fell as he breathed, and the soft and viscous exterior of the honeycomb-shaped cylinder also rose and fell synchronously, forming a strange rhythm with the sound of the liquid dripping and dripping from below.

"That's all you want to see."

Calf opened his eyes, and there were a few parasites as thin as silk threads in his eyes. He turned his head to look at the monster under the mist, and said expressionlessly.

"Hee hee hee, what a surprise... I didn't expect..."

The servant of the Demon God rubbed his fins, looked up at the sky with a smirk, quickly analyzed the form in front of him, and watched the six ways to find a way out.

"I didn't expect me and the mother of the black goat to coexist in this way, right?"

Calf's pupils opened layer by layer, revealing a pair of blood-red pupils as thin as pinpoints, staring at the monster from hell. Roughly laughed and said:

"That group of stupid cultists... don't you think it's interesting that they want to merge with their gods after death, but I am an arrogant blasphemer who does it alive?"

"Hee hee hee, it's really interesting."

The servant of the Demon God echoed and let out a series of sinister smiles, looked away, and did not dare to face the other party's terrifying body-even the aesthetic concept of **** could not accept the appearance of the mother of the black goat.

"They're still looking for the mother goddess's response...I can feel it all the time...I want these idiots to declare war on the Rosevians at once, but I can't do it...I can temporarily control it. It was swallowed up by this terrifying desire to reproduce... ah ah ah!"

At the end, Calf raised his head abruptly, ten fingers blurred the flesh and blood he scratched in his chest, and the blood vessels under the skin of his whole body squirmed like earthworms.

At the same time, the honeycomb-shaped cylindrical tissue suddenly swelled, with a clear bump extending downward from the middle. In the end, the rhizomes cracked open countless **** gaps, and hundreds of demon eggs poured out.

The viscous and stacked giant eggs were crushed like a landslide, and the stench of heat lifted a large gray fog. Forcing the servant of the demon **** to wave his fins and climb up a long distance, he avoided those wet and sticky eggshells.

"...huh...huh..."

The roar in the space subsided again, replaced by heavy breathing.

"Hee hee hee, it's not bad that she is the mother of the black goat who gave birth to thousands of children and grandchildren. She can give birth to so many devil eggs at one time. You will soon be able to organize an army that swept the Celts?"

The servant of the Demon God looked up at the sky with a sinister smile and asked flatteringly.

"It doesn't make any sense... Maybe it's my problem. Most of them are stillborn. Even if they can be successfully hatched, their strength is far less than the original..."

Calf's breathing gradually calmed down, and his body returned to normal. He glanced at the mountain of stillbirths below, and there was a hint of maternal sadness in his eyes.

"That's a pity, but I think you'll be able to solve this problem."

The servant of the Demon God flapped his fins and flew close to one of the giant eggs. Through the soft wrinkled shell, he glanced at the lifeless monster inside.

"That's right..."

Calf nodded slightly in agreement, his eyes glowed with evil dark green light, and stared at the monster below:

"My body is human, so the monsters born from the union with the mother of the black goat are inherently deficient, but if the other party is also a monster, there may be a turning point in the ending."

"Hee hee hee... It's a genius idea as always... If you need it, I can find a suitable monster for you... Stronger than me, more majestic than me, more loyal than me..."

The servant of the Demon God curled up his head, and his body kept retreating as he spoke.

"Hahaha!"

In the wild laughter of ups and downs, countless huge tentacles were entangled in thousands, swaying out of the huge body, as if the huge mountain released thousands of red lines.

Then in the next instant, the dense red blood vessels suddenly shot straight towards the monster, instantly entangling it like a fry falling into a red fishing net, and then quickly tightening, pulling it towards the wrinkled honeycomb-shaped cylinder.

"Listen! Listen!"

While struggling, the servant of the demon **** screamed and roared: "Although I am happy to serve you, but I have no real body, so I can't give birth to offspring!"

"Being able to reproduce with any kind of lifeform is the basic ability of the mother of the black goat. I am looking forward to your performance, hahahaha!"

In Calf's wild laughter like a storm, the mother of the black goat's abdomen gradually cracked open, revealing a sticky slit filled with countless scarlet tentacles, swallowing the demon god's servant into her body.

...

"So, is this particularly weak monster a specialty of the Highland Kingdom?" Yale frowned, looking away from the identification papers, and finally stopped at Lydia's pretty face with a serious expression.

"So I feel suspicious."

The female knight pursed her lips, stretched out a white index finger, and pointed it on one of the appraisal certificates:

"Obviously the appearance is exactly the same, but the internal structure is very different, and the strength is far less than that of ordinary monsters. This is the difference between a fake and a genuine one."

"Is the monster that attacked the shopping street in the western suburbs a fake?"

Yale took a deep look at the other party, then put down the identification report in his hand, and frowned: "If the monster that attacked the shopping street in the western suburbs is a fake... Then the cultists in the Highland Kingdom are also fakes?"

"It's very possible." Lydia nodded vigorously.

"There is indeed such a possibility... Or, there is another force in the name of a cult to carry out terrorist attacks... If this is the case, it will be a bit troublesome..."

The black-haired knight crossed his fingers under his jaw, and his eyes gradually narrowed to a sharp point.

"We have to act!"

Lydia slapped the appraisal report with her right hand and said seriously:

"I'm not referring to the current passive defense, we should take the initiative! Eliminate their evil deeds in the bud, this is the right way."

"You're right, but taking the initiative to attack has a clear target. Now that the enemy is in the dark, we don't even know their details. If we attack rashly, we must be passive everywhere."

Yale stared at the anxious female knight, pressed his left hand, and comforted softly:

"Now that Charlene is back, with her here, I can safely take action in person, and I believe that it won't take long to find out the truth of the matter. Before that, don't act on your own, wait for the opportunity with patience, this is also a kind of Strategy."

"However, it is very likely that they are planning a huge conspiracy..."

"I see!"

The black-haired knight raised his voice to interrupt her, and explained patiently:

"The entire empire is now ravaged by a demonic plague. This is obviously a well-crafted conspiracy. Do you see the imperial military running around like headless flies? Listen, we need to wait, we need clues, we need evidence, You need to accumulate strength! Have you forgotten that assassination, your rash actions put yourself in danger, isn't this lesson enough!?"

"..."

Lydia bowed her head in self-awareness. She was introverted, and she had no power to defend against Yale's battle-hardened eloquence.

"Go back, only Luoluo and Goethe are stationed in the western suburbs. It really makes me feel at ease." Yale withheld the information sent by the other party and motioned her to go back to work quickly.

"understood."

The female knight nodded angrily, glanced at him hesitantly, then turned and left the military tent.

"..."

After watching Lydia leave, the black-haired knight stretched out his hand and rubbed his swollen temples, lay down on the seat and blinked his eyes. In an instant, there was a dark red light like magma in his eyes.