A common tavern that connects all fantasy worlds

"Why does he still stay there? If he can escape all the vampires and stay safely until dawn, wouldn't his mission be completed?"

Kate can only guess about this, she said hesitantly: "That person... D, he seems to be more interested in the existence of those monsters?"

Speaking of this, Seth couldn't help but want to scold his mother: "Yeah, I'm fucking interested too. Why are there vampires in Mexico? There are poisonous insects, gangsters, and militants everywhere, even if they don't show up. Enough chaos!"

Jacob thought of something, and said solemnly: "Looking back, that bar is really not like the one I usually see on the side of the road. Its outer wall is more like a religious building, with Mayan distinctive feature of culture."

"You still understand this?" Seth asked blankly.

"I'm a pastor, and I was once appointed as the chief of mission affairs to explain the doctrine. It's inevitable that I need to know some native American religions." Jacob looked up and glanced at the guy who had only graduated from elementary school, "...and, the Mayan culture is actually Are you famous already?"

Chapter 11 The King of Snakes

In the "Milk Whirlwind" bar, D was jumping onto a certain stone table, holding a long knife horizontally in his right hand, and pressing on the table with his left hand.

The long nails on his fingers were sticking out, brushing lightly across the side of the hilt, and clenching tightly after the cloak fell.

When another group of so-called "vampires" landed from above, he had jumped up again, and the arc-shaped knife light spread violently in the air... After a second or two, the enemy's body, which had been cut in half from the waist, appeared. It fell to the ground crackling.

Santa Nicole was about to go crazy, she couldn't escape, and now she didn't dare to move anymore, she could only watch the broken limbs of her own race falling from the sky like hailstones, and it would take a while before she came out Green pus and blood spewed from the fracture.

Ten, a hundred, hundreds, no matter how many vampires crawled in through the vent, he would kill them quickly and accurately in an instant.

Just as the vampires easily hunted the motorcyclists and truck drivers here before, D is also beheading these so-called "supernatural creatures" with ease.

In his world, there is a kind of people who specialize in this kind of work, who are employed by humans to eliminate nobles who are still doing harm to the world-that is, vampire hunters.

Among all the hunters, the "hybrid" is the strongest, and D... is one of them.

He is half-human, half-noble. He not only has superhuman strength, speed, magic knowledge and other supernatural abilities, but also can openly appear in the sun. He has gained a great reputation in the long-term hunting.

If it was in his original world, these low-level monsters would turn around and run away the moment they saw him. How could they dare to rush forward to lead him to death?

D's attention was never placed on them either, he just stepped on the wall and dodged above, taking the life of the enemy while not forgetting to pay attention to Santa Nicole below.

Suddenly, his eyes moved, locked on a certain position on the ground below, and jumped down without hesitation.

From Santa Nicole's perspective, he could only see a certain man slowly pacing over from the pool of blood in front of him.

"Among the monsters with the name 'Chaos', you are the one who disappointed us the most...Santa Nicole..."

While speaking, the man stretched out his hand towards her.

He was wearing some kind of black robe all over his body, hiding his head and face in the shadow of the hood; his outstretched hands were covered with several snake scales, the muscles were twisted, and the whole arm seemed to be entangled with several snakes, It's constantly wriggling.

"No, no, I didn't do anything, I didn't say anything!"

Santa Nicole fell to the ground, crawling back in fear with her hands on the ground, trying to avoid the hand stretched out by the man.

Unfortunately, even if she is the stronger one among the vampires in this bar, she is completely unable to fight against her creator.

"That's right, you didn't do anything... because you're a piece of trash. Giving you eternal life is the worst decision I've ever made."

The man answered, opened his palm, and squeezed lightly towards Santa Nicole.

From the pierced wound on her leg, drops of green pus and blood began to gush out again, and quickly connected into a thread, converging towards the palm of that person; her strength, the blood she sucked And the vitality that allowed her to survive was being lost along with this blood line.

The instinct to survive and the extreme sense of fear could not save her, and she almost lost the strength to even cry.

But at this moment, the long knife fell, and a white light flashed.

A section of the arm was broken at the elbow, and the scales on the back of the hand were smashed to the ground as soon as they stood up, mixing with the half-decomposed corpses of those fragile "vampires".

D's feet lightly stepped on the floor, his hands were still in the posture of swinging a knife, and his black cloak was raised high.Before Santa Nicole could react, the hunter slashed horizontally again, and the long knife reflected by the light suddenly turned into a white line, and even the tables and chairs outside the coverage of the left and right blades clicked and hit them. Interrupted into two pieces.

But the man in the robe had disappeared.

At the same time as the arm was cut off, a bunch of colorful poisonous snakes suddenly sprang out from under the robe. Visually, it looked like the whole person was broken into a puddle, and the robe and hood without support fell powerlessly downward. It was cut into two neat pieces by D's horizontal knife, and fell from the air.

As for the poisonous snakes that crawled out, they hissed and quickly hid under the stumps of the surrounding vampires, and soon they couldn't even see their shadows.

Then use the tip of the knife to turn over the stumps. Under the shadows, there is only the floor soaked in human blood and monster blood, and there are no traces of snakes at all.

The arm that was severed before has also disappeared, and the man in the robe seems to have never existed.

D frowned, turned around and asked Santa Nicole, who had finally regained her breath and gasped for breath: "Who is that?"

Now, there is no need for Santa Nicole to cover up for the creator anymore.You treat others as a god, and others treat you as a leek... To be able to persist unilaterally under such circumstances can only be said to be insane.

"...he is the King of Snakes...the one who lives forever, and he gave me the power of God."

King of Snakes, it's easy to understand. The abilities shown by that person so far are indeed related to snakes, and he turned into a snake and escaped just now.

But speaking of the power of God...

Is there any god who is half-rotten, has a snake body, and lives on blood?

As I said before, D's understanding of religion is limited to Christianity, and it is a Christianity that has been distorted and tampered with for a long time, and it is impossible to check how many parts have been distorted and tampered with...

No, speaking of it, do gods really exist in his world?

If gods are real, how did the "nobles" once rule the earth?And how did the "night capital" that never had sunlight be built in the depths of the sea of ​​stars?

But if you want to say that it doesn't exist... Even if the effect is not as strong as imagined, the cross can really stop the nobles to a certain extent, and it has nothing to do with the material used to make the cross.

Even this well-known "God" can never give this kind of power to his believers.In comparison, it is more or less the same to say that a special noble has developed a method that can transform inferior vampires in batches, which is more in line with the half-dead, ugly and disgusting temperament of these things.

Just now D was frowning, it was because of the strength of the robed man... The one that appeared here was indeed an entity, and there was real force feedback from the knife.But this may not be the only body of that guy, and of course it may not be a human body from the beginning; such creatures have really reached the level of "nobility" in D's world, and they are even those that are difficult to deal with , the true nobleman of the old days.

If it is said that he is the mastermind behind the creation of these "vampires", that would make sense.It doesn't have to be God's participation, vampires can also give power.

It's just that Santa Nicole is still talking: "The King of Snakes is one of the 'Nine Kings' scattered on this land. In the name of chaos, they use the vitality and soul of human beings to support themselves and turn human beings into The walking dead. I was also their prey, but I was a lucky prey... I was spotted by the King of Snakes and became one of the hunters...

"From that day on, I changed from a human to a snake. Sharp fangs grew from my mouth, scales grew from my body, and I was desperate for blood... and people who were bitten by me and died without losing all their blood immediately Will become the servant of me and the King of Snakes, and continue to attract more prey for us.

"The place we are in is not a bar... but the top floor of a pyramid, the temple of the King of Snakes. The King of Snakes himself is in the deepest part of the pyramid, bathed in blood."

D listened quietly, then looked up again... The blood on the floor around him was indeed decreasing. This is actually very strange, because even if the blood itself seeped into the floor, the traces of being soaked did not. So easy to disappear.

"Can you take me to him?"

Santa Nicole took a deep breath and immediately nodded in agreement: "Yes, but I want to live... You can ask me to stop sucking blood, you can do whatever you want, and it's okay to let me be your dog. I just want to keep living."

The appearance of a so-called "immortal" creature pleading with its enemies in order to continue to live... really makes D very sick.

"...Life is meaningful only if it is 'limited'," he responded, without directly agreeing to her.

"No, I'm different...I never lived, I lost my life in the long past and dedicated the next few hundred years to kings and gods...I just want to be really alive! I don't want to be with That kind of thing goes down together..."

Santa Nicole rushed over to hug his leg, but he dodged lightly to avoid it.

The man's expression remained unchanged, he just looked away and nodded: "Okay."

You will survive...even if not in the way you want.

Santa Nicole, whose hands and feet were weak, finally managed to stand up, and dragged her injured leg to the side of the bar... the back of the stage where she used to perform.

There were no vanity mirrors, changing rooms, etc., just a strange stone altar.

There are a few smears of blood on the altar, and it looks more and more eerie in this dark and deep illusion; although the statue on it has been eroded by the years, you can still clearly recognize the half-human, half-snake image and long hair , ferocious face, and obvious female features.

Before opening the passage under the altar, Santa Nicole sat weakly by the altar and asked him a final question: "Why did you go to him? You have destroyed everything in this bar, rescued You have lost the human being you want to save... Could it be that you have to cut the grass and roots to be at ease?"

"No..." D just replied, "I don't belong to this world, I just want to ask him a question."

After all, he pressed down on the brim of his hat, and walked slowly into the dark cave passage that appeared below the altar after it was moved.

In the darkness, the old face on his left hand began to chatter again.

"Hey, you're still so stubborn, D. What if that female snake lied to you and locked you up underground? Have you never thought about this question? What exactly are you asking?"

Chapter 12 Temple

In the booth of the tavern, Boss Xue was also invited by Kate.

Before dawn, everyone can only stay here, neither can risk their lives to return to their own world, and of course it is impossible to go to other worlds, and there is no way to obtain information about South American religions.

Only Xue Li can provide these. When Max returned to Sao Paulo in his own world, he bought a bunch of books on occultism and video materials that he did not know how to play for the time being.

At that time, everyone wanted to study what the specific setting of a "normal" vampire like D should be... Later, although this question was judged by Xue Li as "won't you just ask him himself?", but Now that the materials are bought back, there is no reason to let the materials get moldy.

Now not only the staff of the tavern, but also many guests will borrow a book from the bar when they are interested, and read it while drinking to pass the time.

Xue Li has even seriously considered whether to clear out a few walls in the tavern for nailing up bookshelves, and then import a batch of goods from various worlds.After all, this is the customer's demand!

There used to be a game console in the tavern, but that thing still couldn't be done at the same time as "drinking"; although Newt liked to hang out there all day, the other guests were not so enthusiastic.

Closer to home, after receiving Kate's question, Xue Li actually found a few books related to South American mythology from the pile of books brought back by Max... After all, he is in Sao Paulo, Brazil, so he is closer to the Mayan culture. .

Asking Daige to help him look at the bar for a while, Boss Xue himself came to the booth with a pile of books, sat there and began to help them solve their problems.

"...Different from the pyramids in Egypt, the pyramids of the Mayan civilization are for living people. Generally, they are used to worship gods, so there will be a temple at the top. Look at the shape, is it the same as the bar that you didn't notice before? similar in shape?"

As he spoke, Xue Li pointed out an illustration from the book.

That is the most famous Mayan pyramid, located in the northern part of Mexico's Yucatan Peninsula, built in the center of Chichen Itza, dedicated to the feathered snake god Kukulkan.From the picture, the temple at the top is indeed similar to the facade of the "Milk Whirlwind" bar, even almost carved out of the same mold.

However, Kate quickly found out that something was wrong, and after lying on the book for a while, she said: "The shape is really similar. If you remove all the neon lights in that strange bar, it will basically look like this...but the relief on it Absolutely different."

Although the Kukulkan Pyramid is huge in scale, its facade is unavoidably plain.The stone wall encloses a square door, and there is a protruding floating edge between the first and second floors as a waistline. There are no murals or sculptures on the walls that declare the majesty of the gods. Blown away by the wind and sand.

"...I remember it very clearly, because the relief is a bit strange and scary, and I took a few extra glances." Kate said, "The upper body of the statue is a woman, and the lower body is a snake, but the connecting part in the middle is a bit blurred; Its face is also very strange, it seems to be smiling, but it is creepy, and I don't know how the craftsmen carved it so vividly..."

Her father Jacob nodded again and again: "I saw that statue too. It has a human upper body and no wings. It is absolutely impossible to be a Feathered Serpent. Moreover, her hair is so long that it almost covers the whole body. Body……"

"Then don't we have a basic feature for reference?" Xue Li clapped his hands, "We are here to find out if there is a snake goddess mentioned in these books. It is not a feathered snake, but a snake with long hair. The kind with unusually obvious characteristics.”

But everyone present didn't do anything, just looked at him together.

Most of the books he brought over were in Portuguese...because they were bought in Sao Paulo.

Of all the people present, only himself and Kate could understand this at most.It goes without saying that he is the owner of the bar, and Kate is also a guest, which is a privilege here.

Even Seth and Rich, who plan to live in Mexico for a long time, have no knowledge of Spanish other than two sentences of "Adios amigo", "Muchas gracias", "Cuánto cuesta"... let alone Spanish and Portuguese There is still a little difference in language.

Xue Li could only helplessly spread his hands, who told him that the setting of this tavern is so helpful... It doesn't count that people eat and drink for nothing, and now he has to work as an intelligence analyst!

It was still too slow to rely on these two people to find it. After thinking about it, he poked his head out of the booth and called downstairs, "Amelia!"

"What's the matter, boss?"

Amelia's voice answered from downstairs.

"Stop sitting around and call someone to help!"

The vampire elder sighed, isn't this just coming, the customer squeezes the boss, and the boss squeezes the employees, a classic operation in human society.

Now the question is, who are the employees going to squeeze...

At this moment, she happened to see the little girl Newt who was running around the tavern instead of going to bed because there was no class tomorrow.

"Newt, girl, the boss told us to go up."

People under the bright lights of the tavern are studying South American myths and stories, while the mixed race in the dark is walking down the stone steps step by step.

D's eyes can see normally even in this kind of darkness where there is no light, and he can see what patterns are carved on the walls on both sides of this passage.

I don't know the special significance of depicting these figures in the secret passage under the altar. Under normal circumstances, no one should come in here, and of course no one can see these wall carvings.

Unless... the intended audience isn't human in the first place.

Holding a knife, D looked left and right at these paintings that should have religious symbolic meaning, while slowing down his pace.

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Comparing it with what Santa Nicole said above, he finally discovered that maybe the "King of Snakes" was right... The power he bestowed on Santa Nicole really came from God here.

The stories on the murals are very easy to understand, starting from the human scene.

The people who came from the jungle and the people who came from the sea fought several wars in this fertile land, and both sides suffered casualties. Gradually, both groups were facing the crisis of extinction; at this critical moment, the crowned The people made an agreement, the two sides ceased fighting, and they lived together on this land.

But after a long time, the kings of the two clans began to move again, intending to drag the people into the abyss of war again.

At this time, nine insightful people from the two tribes were deeply worried. They contacted people who also did not want another war, prayed to God for strength, and wanted to kill the two kings and return the land to peace.

The image of God is exactly the one on the outer relief, half human and half snake, living in the depths of the swamp.

However, in order for God to bestow power, one must first offer one's faith...a swearing-in ceremony must be held.

The content of this ceremony is a little bit horrifying, it involves living sacrifices... Together with the nine leaders, they went to find the gods. The companions sacrificed their lives for the safety and peace of the same people, knelt in front of the gods, and opened the mouth. Dedicated to God with my own chest, my heart dripping with blood.

The god accepted this sacrifice and sacrifice, and empowered nine people to become priests of the god.

The nine people then used their new power to create a group of immortal warriors, attacked the king's city, killed the two crowned men, offered their bodies and souls to the gods, burned their crowns, and made a whole gold Nine people divided the earth into nine parts, and each became the king of one of the regions.

In order to show respect to the gods, they built a pyramid in the center of each place to show the majesty of the gods to the people and accept offerings from believers. Even they themselves lived in the temples and never went out.