Immediately afterwards, Cesare smelled a familiar rotting smell, like an animal that had been dead for a week and was nailed under the car board. This smell was extremely familiar, but the nervous situation made him unable to think about it for a moment. Where have you smelled it?
A strange atmosphere filled the air, Sandino was petrified, Crocia covered her mouth in fear, and asked in a low voice with a trembling voice: "What...is down there?" Before Cesare could Associating the successive situations together, the Sharma pulling the cart suddenly let out a miserable neigh.
The horse's eyes were wide open, and the mane on its back was all standing up. It raised its front hooves high as if it was greatly frightened, and it carried the children uncontrollably without giving the children time to react. The car rushed out and deviated from the direction of the road, heading towards the path in the woods.
Crocia couldn't help but scream...ah, it seemed that the one who screamed was not Crocia but Sandino, but the voice was too sharp and sounded like a little girl's voice: "What's wrong! What's wrong!? What happened? What's going on!?" He shouted loudly, having no time to react to the sudden change in the situation.
Crocia next to her just hugged Cesare tightly, closed her eyes tightly, her body kept shaking and she didn't dare to make a sound. The huge horse didn't care about the feelings of these children at all. It seemed to have infinite power. It led the car to run aimlessly in fear. The rear of the car was constantly swinging and hit hard between the trees. Very quickly. It soon became looser and looser, and the metal parts loaded on it were scattered all over the place.
Although Cesare had tried his best to hold the reins, the strength of a minor child was simply unable to control an out-of-control Shire horse. The horse whined as if it was escaping from the pursuit of death. Cesare struggled to maintain balance. He leaned forward unsteadily, trying to see clearly what had frightened this majestic horse into such a state.
Then, Cesare saw a terrifying scratch on the horse's hind leg, like the claws of some kind of beast leaving parallel marks. The wound was not very deep, but its length and width were frightening.
The black blood with bubbles oozing out from the inside of the flesh wound seemed to have been infected by some kind of terrible infection. The injury was just right without destroying the horse's muscles to allow it to continue running, but it was painful enough to make the horse lose control. It was as if...the carriage was deliberately driven off the road in this way.
The army just now seemed to have noticed something unusual about Cesare and the others. In the sky behind them, a dazzling red light rose from the surface. The magical power contained in it almost caused the surrounding rain to flow backwards. When the light reached the top of the sky, it was like It split and spread around like beautiful fireworks, and it was like liquid converging into a fixed shape in a mold, and finally formed a huge, overwhelming red eye, staring at Cesare and the others out of control. direction of the carriage.
"What is that!?" Sandino almost collapsed and cried as he looked at the vision in the sky.
"It's the cardinal's magic... Apparently he came with the army. The situation may be much worse than imagined." Cesare also became rarely nervous.
"How bad is it?" Sandino protected his head from being scratched by the branches while crying and asking as if praying: "Are we going to die!?"
Cesare did not respond. He was trying his best to understand what was happening at this moment. He firmly believed that something was quietly lying under the floor of the carriage at this moment. It scratched the horses to make the carriage lose control. They also became fish on the chopping board at this moment. Perhaps...those soldiers were not marching for war at all, but simply sent troops to deal with the things under their cars. But when did they let the things underneath get on the cars...
Cold sweat broke out on Cesare's head. He thought of the carriage that was pulling antique furniture. He suddenly understood why he felt strange when he saw the coachman on it, because the coachman did not hide his arms at all. Under the cloak, his arm was torn off by something.
The surrounding woods were getting denser and denser, and were no longer suitable for carriages to pass through. The trees on both sides kept scratching against the vehicle's fenders, making huge and terrible friction and collision sounds, and the horses' loss of control was far from over. There was more than one disaster. The wooden board under Cesare's feet made a cracking sound. He swallowed while tugging on the reins. Cesare knew that the thing underneath could no longer hold it any longer.
Have you ever heard the harsh sound made by slender fingers scratching the wood, from the initial tentative scratching to the crazy tearing, to the sound of sharp teeth gnawing? Cesare no longer cared about the useless reins, turned sideways and hugged Crocia tightly in his arms, and then shouted to Sandino: "Jump! Jump quickly!"
"Ah, ah!?" Sandino didn't have much time to think. Upholding his trust in Cesare, he jumped towards the outside of the carriage without too much hesitation. He only heard a bang and didn't know what would happen. Returning to Cesare's side, Cesare held Crocia and also leaned out of the car with his back as the outside. Although the speed of the carriage had slowed down a lot due to the influence of the woods, the inertia still kept it going. Cesare and Crocia were thrown away.
Cesare protected his sister tightly, pressing his chin against Crocia's head, using his back and arms to withstand more impacts. Countless branches and thorns scratched his skin, The gravel on the ground cut off his clothes and embedded them directly into his flesh and blood. The moment his head hit a thick tree trunk, Cesare felt that his eyes suddenly went dark, and his consciousness was almost stripped out of his body, and his vision It's like you can see the top of your head.
"Brother! Brother...Brother, wake up!" When the chaotic consciousness gradually regained consciousness, the first light that came to his eyes was Crocia's tear-filled face. She knelt down in front of Cesare, shaking constantly. Looking at Cesare's body, tears slid down her lovely cheeks. Her skin looked soft and tender due to sadness, and her face became love-making due to tears. Although there were more dirt and small scratches on it, but in the cut In Sarai's eyes, nothing could be more beautiful than his sister.
Cesare instinctively wanted to wipe away the tears from the corners of his sister's eyes, but the danger was not over yet. Without getting rid of the clothes, their carriage was overturned not far ahead. The horse named "Dog" Sharma fell in a pool of blood, his body muscles twitched twice, and his eyes gradually lost their luster.
Cesare saw that just behind the overturned carriage, a human arm with twisted joints slowly stretched out, and then along the edge of the carriage, an extremely penetrating humanoid face slowly revealed its... In terms of appearance, its face protrudes forward like a canine, with black mycelium covering the dead man's pale skin, and the cracked corners of the mouth extending back to the base of the ears.
It looked half-smiling, half-smiling, half-crying. The position of the nose was a rotten hollow, and the eyes retained human pupils, but black and viscous blood continued to leak out. The liquid was pungent and unpleasant, and the The rotting smell of dead things can make you dizzy from a very far away place.
At that moment, Cesare was frightened, and what shocked him even more was that he finally remembered where that familiar smell had appeared. The smell and color of the monster's blood were exactly the same as the magic circle ink needed for the mechanical heart. . If the mechanical heart is a product of the Hunyadi family...then could this monster be the same?
Terrifying thoughts occupied Cesare's mind, and what interrupted his thoughts was the monster itself. The thing's ugly head could be seen slowly bending to one side, as if it was observing Cesare and Crocia. , and in the end, the entire face turned upside down, and the monster's pupils suddenly stood up, like a warning before a wild beast launched a surprise attack.
"Closia, be careful!" Cesare struggled to overcome the fear in his heart and called his sister's name. Just when Crocia heard her brother's reminder and looked back, the monster behind the carriage twisted its body crazily at an angle that human joints could not reach, and pressed its human limbs like some kind of curious reptile. Bending his body and turning his rotten wrists and ankles, he looked like a huge lizard from a distance.
And in the next second, the thing crawled in front of the two of them at high speed with an action that normal people could not understand.
Krosia was frightened, her slightly open mouth kept shaking, and her wide eyes looked at the monster that was approaching quickly and lost its gathering point. She wanted to escape, but her body was frozen in place uncontrollably. Seeing that the monster's bloody mouth was about to pounce, Cesare suddenly put his arms on the ground and tried to get up to protect his sister, but the pain from his limbs made it difficult for him to move flexibly.
In desperation, Cesare extracted the magic elements from his body that was close to the ground, sent them to his fingers as quickly as possible, and then aimed at the monster's mandible and burst out. The powerful magic spell hit the monster's body accurately, but it only forced it to close its mouth and raise its head when hit. Without the assistance of a professional magic wand, the destructive power of the magic could not achieve the best effect.
The monster did not give up its attack because of this attack. It seemed to have a human voice coming out of its mouth, roaring the name "Cesare" angrily, and was surrounded by sharp claws wrapped in dark mycelium. He grabbed Crocia's body and dug straight into Cesare's heart.
Just a second before there was no way to escape, Cesare tried his best to escape? Fight back? Or is it magic that works? The answer was that it was too late. He had never faced such an enemy directly. The pain in his body and the fear of the unknown could no longer respond to the obviously fatal injury. In the end, Cesare gave up.
He realized that he was about to die, and his faith in the Lord had never been so firm in his life. If heaven existed, he would be able to reunite with his mother, Cesare thought, but what should Crocia do? ...Who can come to save her?
The gradually dilated pupils also symbolized the dissipated hope. Cesare looked at the terrifying face that was about to kill him and gradually became clearer as the distance got closer and closer. The surging and wriggling hyphae wrapped around a pale face. The deformed face looked like the face of a dead person who had been beaten and torn apart. What was funny was that Cesare seemed to recognize this slightly fat dead face, like an acquaintance in his memory... "Garber Uncle? Is that you?"
