Shadow Apostle

"boom."

As soon as the door opened, there was a roar.

It was like thunder in the dead silence.

Horst tightened his muscles and leaned against the crack of the door to look inside.

The moment he saw the inside clearly, he couldn't help but take a deep breath.

Inside is a hollowed-out underground hall, divided into two floors: inner and outer.

Entering the door is the outer floor, a rectangular room with tables, chairs, beds and other furniture.

At the other end of the room is another door leading to an inner level.

The inner floor is a large circular space. Through two huge floor-to-ceiling glass, you can see the figures shaking inside.

Shaking messy rush because they are fighting.

They didn't mind making fighting noises, but almost everyone was silent.

The people who had just worked together to escort the box had now divided into two parties.

One of the two cloaked men carrying the box was one of them.

Horst was also surprised by them.

Because it is difficult for these two people to be called human beings at this time.

One of them has turned into a piece of rotten flesh with a few pieces of tattered cloak on top.

The body was completely turned into a lump of flesh, with ulcers on the surface and sarcomas growing out. The sarcomas exploded from time to time, and streams of sticky pus and blood spurted out from the inside.

But the piece of meat still moved, and more than a dozen strange tentacles grew on its surface.

The surface of the tentacles was covered with black scales, which looked cold and evil. Every time it was swung, it was like a steel whip, and the howling wind sounded one after another.

The tentacle was so long that it almost covered half of the inner hall when it was swung, and behind it, there was another cloaked man hidden.

In other words, the original cloaked man.

The humanoid body is still visible under the cloak, but the surface is covered with green scales.

Especially one head, the skeletal muscles are twisted, making the head look like a snake's head, and even the tongue becomes like a snake letter, coming out from the middle of the lips from time to time, making a hissing sound.

Although the hands and feet are still divided into five fingers, the ends have turned into hooks, and the sharp claws have an ominous green light.

The whole person almost turned into a snake with four limbs, but he kept talking in a low voice.

Talking to the box he was holding.

The always locked box has been opened.

Horst couldn't see the contents of the box from his perspective, but through his spiritual sense, he could see a blood-red surrounding the box, and there was even a faint blood-colored mist like the fantasy world filling the air.

That is the effect of a certain level of mystery.

The ones confronting them at this time were the two green-haired and blond men they had just greeted, and a middle-aged man they had never seen before. The three of them were entangled with the tentacles of rotten flesh.

The four ordinary soldiers did not engage in combat. They formed a siege from a distance, clenching their fists and guarding carefully.

The blond man held up a spear, moving widely, while the green-haired man held a whip, which was covered with leaves, like a vine.

In addition, the middle-aged man whom I had never seen before did not directly join the battle group, but wandered around the edge of the battlefield in a non-stop manner.

In just a few seconds, the blond man with the spear had launched several offensives, trying to break through behind the meat lump. The other two people were also trying their best to cooperate. However, more than a dozen tentacles had already sealed the surrounding space, and every time A single attack was easily shot back.

Although he was far away, Horst still felt that the strange sounds that touched the deepest despair in people's hearts became more obvious. Even though the impact was very small, Horst still felt extremely irritable inside.

Just when he was restless, he suddenly felt Monica's muscles begin to tremble slightly as she peered next to him. When he turned around, he found that her expression was extremely complicated, and he couldn't tell whether it was sadness or regret.

Seeing Horst's questioning look, Monica gritted her teeth and leaned close to his ear, almost touching his ear, and explained in the smallest voice: "Twisted body."

This isn't the first time Horst has heard the name.

Whether it was Marvin, Monica, or even Jessica, whom he had just met, they all mentioned this title to him.

When the will can no longer resist the erosion of mystery, the soul will be completely distorted, swallowed by the fantasy world, and become a member of the mystery.

Horst originally didn't understand what a twisted body was, but now he finally understood.

He completely lost his human identity, became a mysterious member, and was eventually purified by his former kind, leading to a sad stranger.

This is the fate of both of them, but it is more likely to be the fate of every awakened person in the future.

A feeling of hurting others arises spontaneously.

Horst sighed, probably guessing what happened.

I am afraid that the two people carrying the box were affected by the mystery in the box and were corroded into twisted bodies by the mysterious items.

All his will was taken over by madness and chaos, and he began to point the butcher knife at his teammates.

Monica next to her moved, trying to push the door open and go in.

However, Horst held her back, shook his head, and also brought his lips to his ears, lowering his voice to the lowest level.

"What about the rest?"

"It shouldn't be here yet, I'll go help first."

"You see, your target is the person holding the box."

Monica frowned and nodded after a moment of silence.

"They know the situation better than we do. Since they want to do this, we will help them achieve it. Can the two twisted bodies be saved?"

Monica sighed and shook her head.

"Then let's..."

Horst was whispering in Monica's ear, and a sudden change occurred in the inner space.

"superior."

In the long silence, a long-lost voice suddenly came.

That was the order given by the only stranger.

Two streams of flames suddenly spurted out from the belts of the four special service members. The flames and the gas spurted out fast and furious, just like the nozzles of a racing car, pushing the soldiers forward.

Rushing up to the tentacle, a clear sound of metal friction came from the glove of his left hand. He clenched the glove suddenly, and then spit out a few steams from under the belt. The sleeve connected to the glove shook for a while, and the fist belt looked like iron lumps. He swung it out with great strength and hit the lashing tentacle head-on.

boom.

There was a muffled sound, and the four tentacles were smashed to the side. However, the four soldiers themselves were unable to resist the power of the tentacles. They were thrown into the air and hit the surrounding walls. They followed the walls softly. It slipped.

But they successfully blocked four tentacles, creating a gap for the densely waving tentacle net.

The green-haired man then raised his whip.

Instead of facing the enemy, he raised it in front of him and stroked the vine-like whip with his hand.

The leaves on the vine were pulled down smoothly, clustered like a green flower on the fingertips, and then suddenly thrown forward.

The scattered blades flew straight towards the path as if they were being pulled, and connected together to form a wall of blades, blocking several other tentacles that were thrown over.

As soon as the blade wall was supported for a moment, it completely collapsed and turned into leaves scattered all over the sky.

But similarly, the dancing tentacles were also stopped.

So in just a moment, out of the tentacles all over the sky, only a few were still waving.

The strange middle-aged man also moved.

He took a big step forward, raised his hands, and grabbed hard into the void.

Although he didn't grab anything, the muscles in his arms were bulging high, and the muscles on his face were shaking, as if he had used all his strength.

At the same time, the remaining two waving tentacles were frozen in mid-air as if they were suddenly pulled by some invisible force.

This time, the passage in front of the blond man was finally completely opened. His spear pointed forward, and a golden light like the sun shined on the twisted body holding the box behind him.

Then he jogged a few steps, stepped on the path illuminated by the golden light, and then ran faster and faster along the path of the golden light. In an instant, he had exceeded the limit of normal human speed, as if he had merged with the golden light.

However, as soon as he started it, he saw the twisted humanoid body like a snake suddenly turned in a different direction.

Aim the front of the box at him.

The blond man's expression changed, and he had no time to make other changes. He could only turn the spear around and block it in front of him.

The speed naturally slowed down.

The box appears to have remained unchanged.

But the blond man seemed to have been hit head-on by a huge force, flying backwards at a faster speed, and his whole body seemed to have been severely damaged internally. A lot of blood came out of his facial features while he was in mid-air.

"Come on, hiss, haha, you asked me to wait until next time to advance. Hiss, isn't his brother from the Ministry of Internal Affairs? Hiss, let's die together, hahahaha..."

Amidst the maniacal laughter, the snake-like monster started nagging at the box again regardless of it, and the voice became louder and louder. Correspondingly, the desperate voices around him became louder and more real. .

While muttering, the monster once again turned the box to the circular platform in the center of the inner layer.

"Hahahaha, 037, hiss, work harder, let everyone get excited together."

Just when he was smiling the most happily, a sudden shadow enveloped him.

He followed the shadow and looked over.

A man was standing under the gas lamp in the outer room. He raised his hand to block the gas lamp and let the shadow of his hand shine through the glass wall and onto it.

No one understands the purpose of the people outside, and neither does it.

So he was still laughing hoarsely, his laughter full of madness, and he didn't notice that a pistol suddenly stretched out from the shadow behind him and was pointed at the back of his head from a distance.

"OK."

"boom."

"Everyone together……"

"boom."

"Get high."

"boom."

It's strange that the collection has grown quite a lot, but I just can't keep up with my reading, and the proportion is getting lower and lower. Don't quite understand what happened.

If possible, please try your best to contribute to the reading, and be sure to pull out the last unfinished page.

In addition, it seems that unpacking and updating does not affect the reading experience, but then I found that unpacking it also affects the reading experience a little, so it is better to read it in one sitting. From now on, I’ll just resume updating twice in the morning.