Witch Brigade

　　 At this time, everyone in the field stared at the only hut next to the cemetery. Unfortunately, the hut was completely different, and only a little remnant remained. In the center, there was a dark cave that was enlarged three times.

"The breath of hell." The demon hunter Deto spoke first. Although he was most familiar with the monsters and spirits of various cities, he was not familiar with this kind of **** creatures that he would not have the chance to encounter for several years. Still looking for the corresponding information in his own memory, Deto's expression was unspeakably solemn.

　　 "Hell? Deto, are you sure it's hell?" Robert said with a headache.

"It's really hell!" A frustrated voice intervened, and everyone followed the reputation. It was the middle-aged man of the Church of Steam and Steel with a high backpack on his back, with a mechanical compass in his hand. s installation.

　　 "The pointer of the Church of Steam and Steel." Shotgun Buddy curled his lips and said, but there was a hint of envy in his tone.

　　"Qi-discrimination pointer?" Quinns, who was in contact with the church for the first time, asked curiously.

　　 "A device that can effectively identify various breaths, only steam and steel can be used inside the church." The shotgun explained further.

　　 "Whether it is **** or not, you will know if you go in and see." At this time, Robert spoke, and he walked towards the entrance of the cave.

　　Since Robert didn't say anything, Deto and others would naturally not say much. They followed Robert and others and entered the cave.

After entering the cave, the passage is not long, but it is at least ten yards deep. After actually passing through the passage, everyone is startled. The eyes are full of corpses. The surrounding walls are composed of hands and feet. The top floor With the skull on the ground, walking into it is like walking into a person's body. In the center, there are five piles of five viscera, heart, liver, kidney, spleen, lungs, and five piles of organs. The high bulge forms five hills, and a small ring-shaped ditch connects the five piles of hills. From the dry blood spots, it is not difficult to see that the original ring-shaped ditch is full of rich blood.

　　 More importantly, the five piles of organ hills at this time, as if burned by a fire, turned into dry, charred meat.

Everyone who saw this scene felt a chill rising from his spine. Quinns walking in the middle of the crowd, even though he was trained as an assassin, he couldn't stand it at this time. , After all, no matter how he kills, he is just a novice assassin. Nausea, dizziness, nausea, and my heart almost at the same time.

　　 A burgundy secret potion was handed to Quinns, "Drink him." It was the sound of a shotgun.

　　 Quinnes covered his mouth and glanced at the shotgun. Without asking more, he took the secret medicine and poured it down. Suddenly a stench rushed to the tip of the tongue, and there was a fierce pain in his stomach. Then, Quinnes felt a cold rise from his stomach and rushed toward his forehead, rushing all the discomforts to pieces. Then a cold protective shield was formed, covering all Quinns' senses.

　　 Looking again, Quinns found that he was unmoved by everything in front of him, as if he had become a robot.

　　 "What secret medicine is this?" Quinnes asked curiously.

　　 "How about the Tier 2 Condensing Secret Medicine, which can keep you absolutely cold for ten minutes? It's worth the money." The shotgun patted Quinns on the shoulder.

　　Quines nodded, and had already added the condensing secret medicine to the ranks of the required secret medicine in his heart. Whether it is for future exchange or future study of secret medicine, it is not to be missed.

　　 At this time, everyone in Robert has been looking around the hill of five organs.

　　 "This looks like a sacrificial ceremony." The experienced De Tow said.

　　 Robert nodded in agreement: "Looking at the form is a very ancient ceremony, at least not after the Fifth Age."

"The essence of the corpse was extracted in an instant, causing the corpse to scorch." The middle-aged man wearing mechanical windproof glasses squatted on the ground and watched carefully. The sound of mechanical linkage came from the pair of windproof glasses from time to time: "Moreover, this drawing The rune of the ritual formation is not the current **** rune, but a **** rune that is older than it is now, more like...the rudiment of the **** rune, the Bakali rune."

　　 "Bakali rune, this is the rune system that appeared at the end of the third era of the gods." The night court member who hid the body in the cloak said in a deep voice.

　　 Deto: "It turns out that **** has just formed in the Third Age, leaving the spiritual world. If this is the case, then there is a problem with the pointer of this ancient ritual array."

Robert continued: "The pointer of the ritual array points to the **** itself. There is no problem with this in the third era. But now, the most likely thing is that the sacrifice was intercepted by certain existences in hell, causing various This is an unknowable consequence. From this, it is inferred that the person who sacrifices to the priest should have accidentally obtained some kind of ritual formation of the Third Age, and without any foundation, he took the initiative to sacrifice."

"No, I agree with the things that Director Robert said before, but I rashly said that I hold a negative opinion," said the middle-aged man in the cold wind glasses: "If this ritual formation is really the ritual formation of the Third Age, then here, It should be the grave of the corpse."

　　 "The Neptune Tomb Nest? What is this?" The shotgun standing at the end couldn't help asking.

　　 Most of the people cast their sights on the shotgun and did not speak, because this is also the doubt in some people's hearts.

Another person in the night court who had spoken before suddenly spoke: "In the Third Age, in the Third Age, it is the preparatory work done by many people who sacrifice to the hell. It can keep the corpses needed for the sacrifice for a long time. The activated state of the corpse, and the corpse gas in the tomb nest of the corpses is locked. Regardless of the many corpses here, most of them may have been stored 20 or 30 years ago."

　　 hiss! "Keep the freshness of the corpse for 20 to 30 years. How come you have never heard of such a powerful front ritual formation." The shotgun's entire brain is about to break.

　　 The man glanced at the shotgun and explained: "Because the corpse tomb nest has a very big defect, that is the number of corpses."

　　 "The number of corpses?" Everyone couldn't help looking around for a week, and a cold air could not help but burst out from the bottom of their hearts. I subconsciously ignored a problem when I came in before. There are at least 10,000 corpses in the tomb of the corpse. According to the information of today's society, even if a hundred people suddenly disappeared, they can attract the attention of major churches and mysterious forces. , And even more presumptuous is ten thousand people. Therefore, the ceremonial array of the corpse tomb nest inevitably began to be ignored until the final loss.

　　 "The gravekeeper," Robert said, "The information shows that the gravekeeper named Bob Lester has been in the position of the gravekeeper for 37 years. It's really patient."

"May Riot." Kingsley Williams, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly sneered: "It is obvious that the sudden emergence of a large number of corpses finally allowed the gravekeeper to gather the number of corpses needed for the sacrifice. Ha, really. irony."

　　 What irony? Everyone knew in their hearts that the May Riot, which was launched in order to remove the obstacle of the Investigation Division, turned out to be an inducement for the curtain to be opened. It is no more ironic.

　　 Everyone, you say and I say, basically restore the whole process of Bob Lester's sacrifice.

Robert: "Obviously, this ambitious and patient gravekeeper succeeded, but also failed. The guy who intercepted the sacrifice was not only satisfied with this, but came here from the end of hell. The question is, what kind of **** is that guy and where is it now?"

　　 At the end of the discussion, there is nothing left to say. Because the **** creature cleaned the scene so much that everyone could only get these answers.

Out of the tomb of the corpse, the Demon Hunter, the Court of Night, the Church of Steam and Steel left one after another, while Robert and others stayed to do the aftermath work. Kingsley Williams led the General Directorate of the two-person association to Bennett. Kirk went to report, and Quinns and shotgun were among them. Of course, the two did not report. It was purely because they couldn't help. Robert sent it directly to report to old Schmidt.

　　 After returning to the sub-game in silence all the way, Buddy the shotgun gave old Schmidt a detailed account of what happened in the tomb of the corpse. Old Schmidt pondered for a moment, then suddenly turned to Quinns and said, "Queen, what do you think of Robert's two questions?"

Quinnes didn’t expect old Schmidt to ask him, but on the way back, he had already figured out this question, so he didn’t hesitate to reply: “It’s a humanoid high-intelligence **** creature, even if it’s not a kind. Humanoid, it also has the ability to transmogrify or pretend to be a human, so this **** creature must have been mixed into Tig City."

　　 Shotgun surprised: "Are you so sure?"

Quinns: "Judging from the traces of cleaning on site and its ability to intercept sacrificial targets, the highly intelligent **** creatures are certain~www.ltnovel.com~ As for the humanoid or the ability to disguise and transform, I am not sure, but if This **** creature can't get into Tig City and will be discovered sooner or later. In other words, Robert's question and my answer become meaningless.

Old Schmidt knocked on the pipe in his hand and said: "Your logic is very clear. You can't hide your **** creatures, just like the torch in the wilderness. No matter how huge the fire is, it will ultimately be the end of destruction, meaningless. , So your answer has meaning."

"What's meaningful and meaningless, you two confused me." The shotgun became a little impatient: "That is to say, that guy has already mixed with Tieg. Schmidt, that steam and steel church I'm very strange to the people of Night Court, who are they?"

Old Schmidt: "The person from the Church of Steam and Steel is easy to identify. Archibald Adams, a mechanical walker, practiced the secret mechanical frenzy, and a 5-ring powerhouse. He was usually active in the New Macedonian Empire. Come here. As for the two of the night court, your description is too vague to judge."

　　 "Machinery frenzy, I really envy the people of the steam and steel church." The shotgun tutted, his mechanical program has been cultivated to the top.

　　Quines said: "You can also join the church."

　　 The shotgun snorted: "Those godly prayers who want to go, I will not wait."

Quinston was a little stunned by shotguns. You must know that people in this world, even if they don’t really identify with gods, will hypocritically believe in a **** as a protective color in society, but shotguns simply reject all gods, and have a materialistic style. .

　　 Old Schmidt glared at the shotgun: "How many times have you said that, even if you don't believe it, don't show it."

　　 The shotgun curled his lips, knowing that old Schmidt was doing him well, so he didn't say anything.