Shadow Apostle

Light blue smoke quickly spread outward from the small stones.

In just a few seconds, the smoke around the small stone had become so thick that it was almost substantial.

Not almost.

Quantitative changes have induced qualitative changes.

The rich smoke condenses and forms.

It was a strange creature lying on the ground that was as big as a large dog.

The light blue skin made of smoke kept undulating and twisting, as if there were thousands of worms hidden under the skin.

The body has no fixed shape and is always changing and twisting with the smoke.

In the position of his eyes, blue light kept coming out of the empty eye sockets, and there was a faint mist floating around the edge of the light.

A long tongue protrudes from the mouth, twisting like a snake, but the tip of the tongue is hollow, as if it can suck everything around it at any time.

Although the sharp teeth and claws are made of mist, they are as sharp as blades. In these two positions, the illusory mist always shines with a substantial cold light, making people shudder.

As soon as the aliens condensed into shape, they turned and glanced at Horst.

There was no emotion in the blue eyes, but Horst seemed to see everything in them.

Those eyes seemed to see through the endless passage of time and the changes of hundreds of millions of years.

Being swept by such eyes, Horst felt as if his whole body was cold, and even his soul seemed to be frozen.

Subconsciously, he wanted to take out a gun and shoot, but found that he didn't have the gun with him.

He could only clench his fists, punch...and then withdraw it.

The small words left by Swain White are still before my eyes.

Don't attack.

Just trust you once.

Horst gritted his teeth and not only put down his hand, but also lowered his gaze to the ground.

It says on the note, don't read it.

The alien only glanced at Horst, then turned to Green, and flicked his long tongue towards Green.

Poof, Green's chest was penetrated by a tongue, and the long tongue began to contract and squirm, as if it was sucking something.

Horst took a deep breath and resisted the urge to intervene.

Mind your own business, that's the note.

What's more, even if there is no note, the opponent is at level 3, so there is no need to take action himself.

Sure enough, during the sucking process, the alien became solid and solid for a moment.

At this moment, Green raised his hand casually and shook it hard into the void.

boom.

The newly solidified blue alien seemed to have been crushed by invisible hands, and its whole body turned into thousands of blue light spots, floating like fireflies in this weird room.

Green, whose chest was penetrated, does not have any scars on his chest now, and there is no expression of pain on his face, but his newly restored rosy complexion is a little pale again.

Green then picked up the small stone and clenched it tightly. The strong stone could not resist the power of Level 3 and was crushed into stone powder on the spot.

"The passage has been temporarily constructed. In fact, it is useless to destroy the angle source now, but it can be regarded as a remedial measure." Green patted the dirt on his hands and took a few breaths before saying, "Sure enough, today is going to end early, Mr. Zhuom. If you have any questions next time, you are welcome to visit us at any time.”

"This is……"

"The price of desecrating time." Green sighed. "One of the reasons for the fall of the All-Seeing Eye is that his followers are always troubled by these things. They are the weirdest mysteries that exist in the corner of time. They can be passed through Any object with an angle no greater than one hundred and twenty degrees is materialized, from the embodiment of time in the concept to the present world, hunting down all things marked by them.”

As he spoke, he shook the hand that looked like a birthmark: "Once you are not careful enough when peeking at time, you will be targeted by them and leave a mark. This is it. They will tirelessly chase the target until the target dies. Because of this disgusting characteristic, those of us who peek into time call them the hounds of Tindalos. Once they are targeted, it is almost equivalent to a death sentence. Remember, any attack or obstruction of them will Be imprinted by them and become your next target.”

"But it's okay. Just hide in a closed room without corners and make it impossible for them to enter for a period of time. When the passage is closed, they will automatically fade away and wait for the next opportunity. I have to go back first. You should leave as soon as possible. The housekeeper knows What to do next?”

"Huh? Hasn't it been defeated by you?"

"Hounds don't have the concept of death, not to mention that I only defeated one, just look at it."

As he said that, he pointed to the location where the small stone was just now.

At some point, blue mist floated out from there again.

"Hey, how should we deal with such a difficult thing if we encounter it?"

"Solution?" Green showed a puzzled expression, "Mr. Zhuom, what gave you the illusion that there must be a solution to mysteries? Most mysteries in the world are unsolvable, and human beings have no resistance in the face of mysteries. In the process of fighting against the mystery, all we can do is to barely support it with our own will and soul, until the day comes when we completely distort and return to the mystery forever. I will continue to support it, and I wish you good luck. ,see you later."

As he spoke, Green showed him a charming and charming smile, ran into the deep iron door without looking back, and closed the door heavily.

"Ah, that's right." The closed door reopened, and Green poked his head out. In just a few seconds, his face became paler, and he said feebly, "I just took a look, if that's what you said If the friend of a friend refers to the little mouse, the occult theory has not been broken, and it is impossible for her to return to normal. How many people who have come into contact with mysterious mortals have a good ending?"

Horst pursed his lips and said nothing.

"However, I seem to have seen it return to normal, and I don't know which one is real and which one is fake. It's strange. Maybe something happened to it that I can't understand. Isn't the mysterious world so weird? ?”

Bang, the iron door closed again, and this time it was even locked.

Horst frowned, looked at the blue mist around him, quickly turned around and ran out.

At the moment of leaving, he couldn't control his gaze and glanced back.

This sight made him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

Thick fog has filled the whole room.

Countless blue 'hounds' appeared in the room.

These twisted mysteries are half imaginary and half real, layer upon layer stacked on top of each other. Each group contains dozens, hundreds, or thousands of them.

The small circular room was filled with a flood of twisted aliens in an instant, leaving no safe space left.

A thorny sense of crisis suddenly crept up my spine.

Horst didn't even have time to realize what happened, and immediately turned his head away.

The moment his eyes left, he just caught a glimpse of the blue eyes of a group of hounds turning towards him.

It turned around in his face and then returned to the closed door on the opposite side.

Bang.

Horst closed the iron door with force, and then he remembered that he had almost forgotten to breathe just now.

Panting rapidly, those strange blue bodies flashed in front of his eyes from time to time.

Damn it, is this Green surrounded by countless hounds all the time?

You must stay away from him in the future. No matter from any aspect, he is too dangerous.

He quickly walked out of the first empty room. As soon as he went out, he saw the housekeeper of the mansion standing at the door, without even changing his posture.

"Welcome back, sir. It doesn't seem to be going well. I hope you are satisfied."

Horst nodded.

Not only did he fully understand the characteristics of his own awakening, but he also understood the grudges behind the god he chose that had long been buried in the dust of history.

It was determined that those old enemies that had existed for thousands of years had no intention of letting go of their old rivals.

It's worth it.

But I really chose a difficult path.

The strange thing is, why has the divine power of the shadow not been taken away? According to Green, the divine power should be transferred when the gods fall.

Isn’t it possible that this Abigail hasn’t completely fallen yet?

Horst shook his head and gave up the groundless speculation, and found that he had been sent out by the housekeeper of the mansion.

The Berndt family's carriage was still waiting in front of the door. The coachman, Mr. Steed, was always so responsible. It was said that Miss Berndt had told him before setting off to obey Horst's orders throughout the journey. Horst really wanted to order him to sell the carriage for a penny, but when he thought of Miss Berndt's beautiful folding fan, he gave up this tempting idea.

Standing by the carriage, Horst held the door and hesitated for a moment, then sighed and boarded the carriage.

No matter what the outcome is, you have to face reality.

"Princess District, No. 85 Vera Street."

Horst ordered the coachman and then closed the door.

Little guy, let’s take you home and hide you for one night, and then discuss with Jessica tomorrow how we can help you.

As a shameless alien, I must find a way to help you escape this fate.

In the carriage, the little girl had fallen asleep on the sofa, huddled up like a real little mouse, her body was shaking from time to time, and she didn't know what she was dreaming about.

Horst sighed, took her into his arms, and wrapped her in his windbreaker.

"Mr. Stead, please be more steady, I...hell, beef soup, you can't eat this...shut up."

Gujiguji.

In the dark carriage, a faint squirming sound suddenly came from.

The coachman outside the carriage was unaware of it and drove the carriage straight to the Princess District.

(Fuck, I wanted to set up automatic updates, but I clicked Publish, so I just posted it.)

It’s about to be released, and the main storyline will start to be promoted. The specific time is to be determined. I will see how the main plot is promoted.

In fact, Green's plot should be before the plot of Viscount Star's family, but in order to make Minnie's plot smoother, it can only be moved after that plot. As a result, it seems to have a small impact on the overall rhythm.

It's not a big problem, I'll fix it as soon as possible.

ps: The little mice are quite delicious, crunchy and mousey. Also, let me state that the hounds of Tindalos eat willpower and lose sanity. However, willpower is not very easy to express in the text, so it is interpreted as something like spirit. Let’s just think of it as physical strength. Hmm. In addition, in the original work, will cannot be replenished, let alone replenished in this way. What is replenished in this way is my king's magic replenishment, but. . . . I like.