Shadow Apostle

Chapter 40 First Entry

When Horst returned to Room 103 at No. 85 Vera Street with satisfaction, it was already late at night.

Getting the first magic item made him feel good.

Although its function is simple, it is the most suitable prop for his characteristics.

He named the skull lighter the Flame of Light, and he played with it all the way.

But now that we're back home, it's no time to play with fire.

There's still business to do.

After closing the doors and windows and drawing the curtains, Horst lit a kerosene lamp. The big light flickered on and off, and the halo was vague, and only a short distance could be seen around him.

enough.

Horst took off his shirt, carefully sat under the window, put the kerosene lamp to the side, and tried his best to avoid any shadows on the curtains.

Then he opened the carton and poured out the mysterious material that was unknown as the tentacles of Shoggoths.

puff.

This time, there was no need for Horst to slap his belly and scream, six tentacles burst out of the body directly.

But he did not immediately touch the mysterious material placed aside. Instead, he picked it up and slapped Horst on the face.

Horst was stunned when he was photographed.

Why is this?

Are you excited or angry?

Why are you filming me?

It smells like beef soup, really.

Horst muttered and wiped the mucus off his face, but the tentacle ignored him completely. It circled around his body a few times, then squirmed on the ground and extended towards the small tentacle on the side.

If you want to go, just go. What's the matter with hanging on me first? I won't run away. If you want to strangle me, let go.

Poke.

Quickly let go.

Poke.

Don't eat casually, nothing will happen to you.

Poke.

Crack, crackle.

Horst was bullying the squirming tentacles that were concentrating on him when he was slapped on the head and face by the other five tentacles. Finally, he was pressed down by the five tentacles and twisted and fought, while the other one had crawled to the side of the material.

The tip of the tentacle carefully touched the remains of Shoggoth's tentacle, and then quickly retracted.

The remains of the shoggoth were unresponsive.

The tip of the tentacle stretched out again and cautiously wrapped around the wreckage...

"Hey, beef soup." Horst, in his busy schedule, did not forget to poke the base of the tentacles hard and asked loudly, "What are you eating?"

The entire tentacle trembled, and the remains of the Shoggoth almost fell to the ground, and then the tentacle paused in the air for a moment.

Creaking.

The other five tentacles suddenly increased their strength like crazy, wrapping around Horst's body and twisting his whole body into a funny posture.

"Ahem, I'm going to die, I'm going to die, surrender, surrender, I won't cause trouble anymore, I'll eat you, ahem, cough, cough, I'm really going to die, let go."

I don’t know if the tentacles understood it, but Horst finally escaped the fate of being strangled to death by himself. He stacked it with five other tentacles, pulled out a crack from the pile of tentacles, and watched nervously as the domestic tentacles rolled up. Target.

Circle after circle, the long tentacles wrapped the remains of the Shoggoth tightly, letting the remains sink under the tough skin of the tentacles little by little.

"Be careful, beef soup. Is it really okay?"

Horst found that he actually felt worried as he stared at Beef Soup's movements.

After the dominant tentacle devoured the target, it lay in a ball on the ground, while the other tentacles were still squeezing around Horst, and the tips of the tentacles kept tapping the ground gently.

Horst suddenly felt a joyful emotion.

It was the first emotion he got from the tentacles besides hunger.

The main tentacles that were bunched up gradually retracted, and six tentacles wrapped around Horst, filling the open space under the bed.

It seemed like nothing was wrong and there was no bad reaction.

Then I feel relieved, but...

The cold and slippery touch is not uncomfortable once you get used to it, but it's just too crowded.

Horst couldn't bear it anymore and fled back to bed dragging a pile of tentacle roots.

"You are not allowed to come up."

It didn't work at all.

The six tentacle tips were neatly lined up in a row beside the bed, staring at Horst eagerly.

Then he rushed forward and squeezed together with Horst.

"Forget it, remember to shrink back later."

Regardless of whether the tentacles around him understood or not, Horst let out a long breath, relaxed his body and collapsed on the bed.

This day is really tiring.

Mentally and physically exhausted.

Better have a good rest.

Stupid beef soup, get out of my way or I'll have nightmares.

Before this thought could finish running through his mind, fatigue had already taken over all of his consciousness, and his brain fell into chaos.

The final consciousness is...

Gujiguji.

A bunch of tentacles are squeezing around...

But it seemed that at the next moment, Horst, who was sleeping, suddenly felt that his side was empty. He suddenly opened his eyes and looked around blankly.

Am I dreaming?

Why are you here again?

Horst found himself in a bloody red mist.

No one could be seen clearly within three meters, only hazy shadows squirming in the fog.

The smell of blood and corruption floated in the air, and the sound of crunching came from the mist.

Even just hearing the sound is enough to make one break into a cold sweat.

The dampness and heat in the air, the smell of blood in the nose, and even the feeling of touching the soil on the ground are so real.

Is this really a dream?

How can it be so real.

Could it be that I have inexplicably entered that fantasy world that only exists in my consciousness?

Regardless of whether it is a dream or not, take it seriously first.

In this weird world, nothing can surprise me.

Horst looked down and saw that the clothes, cane, Serena, and lighter were all still there.

Kneeling on one knee and lowering his body, he opened the magazine and made sure it was full of bullets. Horst took a deep breath and quickly observed the surrounding environment.

It's like a forest here.

There were many dark shadows standing vaguely in the fog, which seemed to be towering trees.

It was hard to see clearly in the mist, but the trees in the forest could only be seen in extremely weird and twisted shapes.

It's so twisted that it makes people vaguely uneasy.

Horst felt that even if he stood here and looked at the dark shadows of these trees, he would feel his heart beating wildly and his blood pumping.

My heart was gripped by fear.

No, no matter where we are, we must leave as soon as possible.

Find a safer place first.

Looking at the shadows of the trees around him, Horst cautiously did not pass the test. Instead, he lay directly on the ground and crawled forward cautiously.

He slowly approached the edge of the woods and looked outside.

The fog is thicker outside, and I don't know where I am.

But you can vaguely see a bunch of pigeon-sized beetle-like things gathering in a pile not far away.

In the middle is a huge black shadow, like the remains of some huge thing, exuding a strong smell of blood.

These weird bugs did not eat the wreckage, but instead swarmed around it.

Rotate and jump from time to time.

Occasionally it flaps its wings, making a sound that makes you want to vomit.

Their weird movements make them look like they are dancing.

The moment he recognized it, Horst subconsciously held his breath.

The bugs were not big, but there were at least dozens of them, and there was a faint buzzing sound deep in the mist.

Horst didn't think he was any more powerful than the massive wreckage.

So he climbed back politely.