Shadow Apostle

Horst subconsciously held his breath.

This is his first truly mysterious weapon.

It was inevitable to worry about gains and losses in my heart, so I couldn't help but smile to myself.

After all, he still has too little experience. Unlike Mr. Bulu, he doesn't show any nervousness at all, and there is not even a trace of hesitation in the assembly movements.

"It's not my mysterious heart. It's not my loss of twenty Georges if I fail. There's nothing for me to be nervous about, huh? What's wrong with you?"

"It's okay, I'm a little dizzy." Horst pinched his dry throat, "You think that thing is worth twenty Georges?"

"Theoretically, it's worth twenty Georges. The problem is that it's simply not available on the market."

Not caring at all how much impact his words had on Horst, Bulu Bulu turned around and waved his staff:

"Yes, it was successful. The mystery has been perfectly locked into the cane. Unless you replace it with another mysterious heart in the future, this mysterious heart will always be in effect."

Horst finally saw his first mysterious weapon.

The original metal cane was covered with a faint blush, exuding an evil and mysterious aura.

When his eyes were focused on the cane, he seemed to hear bursts of screams in his ears. The screams came and went, seeming illusory and real, and creepy.

"Remember, this is a delicate weapon. Try to avoid excessive collision with the enemy's weapon. If the force of the collision is too great...forget it, with your physique, if you hit the weapon with a force that can damage the weapon, you will have already flown out. This There is no need to think about it.”

Thank you for your honesty.

Horst gave a subtle smile.

"You have memorized the loading and unloading methods just now. Remember to disassemble and maintain it every day. Don't worry about destroying its mystery. From the moment it is formed, the mystery has been fixed in this weapon. No matter how you disassemble it, , and it won’t be destroyed.”

“What if I replace parts?”

"It's fixed in this weapon." Brubru emphasized. "As long as it's still this weapon in concept, even if you replace all the parts inside twenty times, the mystery will not disappear."

"Similar to the Ship of Theseus?"

"What ship?"

"No, it's nothing." Horst shook his head, "Is there anything else I need to pay attention to?"

"Give him a name." Bulu Bulu knocked on his cane, making a crisp metal collision sound. "A weapon of this level deserves a name."

Horst didn't think twice before a name came out of his mouth: "Beef Soup Grasp."

"Mr. Zhuom." Kant on the side said with a dry cough, "You'd better think clearly. This is a mysterious weapon. If you die in a mysterious battle in the future, it may be passed on to other people. New Owners usually don't change their names. Are you really going to let someone else hold a weapon with this name? At least give it some basic dignity."

"Tsk, I feel sorry for your taste." Horst sighed, "But since you are all opposed to it, let's call it the Grasp of Shadows."

"The Grasp of Shadow is good, I'll carve it on it for you." As if he was worried that Horst would regret it, Bulu Bulu quickly engraved the name Grasp of Shadow, and then handed the cane over, "Here, if there are any questions , you can come to me for adjustments at any time, I will basically stay here all year round.”

Horst took a deep breath and took over this weird weapon with some excitement.

However, the moment his hands touched the weapon, he felt a sudden shock in his mind.

His consciousness was quickly pulled away, and his spirit fell into a trance.

He completely lost consciousness before he even had time to understand what happened.

Countless bizarre images appeared before my eyes.

An endless roar of despair rang in his ears.

The atmosphere around him became more and more terrifying and depressing.

The next moment, consciousness suddenly returned.

He opened his eyes again and saw...

Saw nothing.

It was pitch black before my eyes, and I felt like I was blind when I opened my eyes.

Or are you really blind?

I could hear my heart beating in my ears.

The familiar smell of blood filled his nose.

It is the unique smell of blood in the blood mist of the fantasy world.

I obviously didn't sleep, so why was I dragged into the fantasy world?

I was brought in by touching the cane.

On the cane is a fragment of the human-faced rat's soul.

Could it be that Tsathoggua followed the soul of his priest and pulled me in?

It shouldn’t be, that mysterious heart has been on me for several hours, and I would have pulled it long ago.

Or is it your fault again, beef soup?

Just like last time you used me to find that incomprehensible monster together?

Just as he was thinking of this, there was a squirming movement in his sleeves. Horst reached out and touched it, and his fingers touched a small tentacle, which was rough and cold.

The emotion sent back by the tentacles was only confusion.

As if asking: Is dinner ready?

never mind.

Patting the tips of the tentacles and letting them wrap around his arms, Horst touched his body.

All the equipment on his body is still there, even the newly acquired cat bell and cane shadow grip are still there.

But nothing can be seen.

He squatted down and touched the ground lightly with his hands.

It is similar to the stone pavement in the Princess District. It belongs to the urban style of two or three hundred years ago, and has a completely different feel from the asphalt pavement in modern society.

There was a lot of dust on the ground, as well as some fine small stones.

Other than that, there's not much to touch around.

Horst had to retract his exploring hand and tried to observe his surroundings.

As his eyes gradually adjusted to the darkness, Horst finally noticed that it was not completely dark here.

In one direction, far away, there seems to be a light source hidden.

It was too far away to help vision, but it was so obvious in such a dark environment that it was hard to ignore.

It's useless even if there is light, I still can't see my surroundings.

Horst took out the lighter and left the flame, but then put it back.

It is too dangerous to light a fire in this environment.

Who knows what is lurking in the surrounding darkness, maybe even a little fire will attract them all.

Horst thought for a while, squatted down again, fumbled to pick up a small stone, found a random direction and threw it out.

boom.

The small stone seemed to hit something made of stone, making a muffled sound.

Then it rolled to the ground, making a series of collision sounds.

The sound was small, but could be heard clearly in the darkness and silence.

What was heard more clearly was the sound of crawling around.

There was a sound right at the point where the stone landed.

It rang a few times and then stopped, but it caused an uproar in Horst's heart.

What the hell?

The unknown is the greatest fear.

Being able to hear but not see this caused Horst great psychological pressure.

In an instant, the surroundings seemed to be filled with ugly and ferocious monsters, posing in various weird postures and silently surrounding him.

Forced to hold onto his new cane tightly, it took a lot of effort to resist the urge to swing it around.

Damn it, we can't waste it anymore, we have to go to the light source to see what's going on.

At least there are variables there, and there's no point in staying where you are except to waste time.

Horst thought so in his heart, but the darkness everywhere made it difficult for him to move.

He sighed deeply, knowing that he had only one way to go.

It was the choice that I always deceived myself and didn't want to try tonight.

But now I can only give it a try, maybe there will be a turning point.

It should be safe, after all, the other party doesn't have any malicious intentions.

After comforting himself in this way, Horst's hand touched his left wrist.

He touched the cat bell on his wrist.

When he received this gift before, he had already discovered that the gift had another function.

And he also realized what this function was, but he never had the courage to use it.

But now it has to be used.

Bastet's blessing, to boot.

In the darkness, Horst saw an elegant lady in front of him.

With a cat head and a human body, he behaves gracefully and is full of nobility.

As if sensing something, the lady raised her head and looked in Horst's direction.

There was a human smile on the cat's face.

The strange expression made Horst shudder.

While his skin was trembling, Horst discovered that his body was quietly changing.

The body is getting smaller and smaller.

The eyes are getting brighter and brighter.

When the transformation was over, Horst found himself transformed into a cat.

This is exactly the effect of Bastet's blessing. Once a day, you have the opportunity to transform yourself into a cat for ten minutes.

At this time, Horst was like this. Together with all the items on his body, he turned into a prostrate cat.

Not only has his image changed, but his consciousness has not changed. It can be said that he has completely transformed into a cat.

Of course, it also has all the characteristics of cats, such as low-light vision.

Looking around again, Horst finally saw his surroundings clearly.

He seemed to be in a city, a strange city ruins.

In the fog of the fantasy world, the abandoned city exists silently in the darkness.

Buildings collapsed, cities were ruined and deserted.

There were just countless huge rats, moving in and out of the abandoned buildings.

Those were no ordinary mice. Each mouse had a human head on its head and a weird smile on its face.

Horst felt like his hair was about to explode.

He had seen this ruined city before. He had seen this city through the circular door during the confrontation with Tsatogua at the residence of Viscount Star.

Abandoned city, Enkai.

The terrifying Toad God Tsathoggua is sleeping deep in the city, quietly waiting for victims to come to his door.

Horst quickly raised his head and looked around, finally focusing on the light source in the distance.

Ten minutes, I hope it's not too late.

Horst retracted his paws and landed on the soft pads of flesh.

The cat's body didn't make any sound, and it sprang forward lightly.

Cleverly avoiding the human-faced mice, Horst rushed to a tall building in a few steps. Seeing that the road ahead was about to be blocked by a wall, a tentacle suddenly stretched out from Horst's back and shot towards the roof quickly. .

Then the tentacles exerted great force, and the cat's body suddenly rose into the sky, and was pulled by the tentacles to fly up to the roof of the building.

Horst looked around clearly on the roof, then arched his back, faced the light source, let out a silent meow, and rushed over.