In short, things are now at a stalemate. After Austin's analysis, they are now almost at a certain point in the future.
How to go back?
Austin also read through Benjamin's voyage diary just now, and there is still no update compared to the last time.
"Then keep walking. Those guys were paid when we first came in. How could they leave us here like this?" Doug yelled and stood up, "After all, he is his own son and cannot die. "
[Besides you and the tentacle monster just now, are there any other 'people' or living things here? ] Austin asked Beowulf.
"I'm not sure about other places, but at least I only sensed 'me' in that piece of ice." Beowulf thought for a while and replied.
"What's wrong?" Doug wondered.
[Remember that vision we encountered? Benjamin's one, and I suspect there's something else. ]
"Isn't that what the tentacles are doing? Our blood is attractive to both it and Beowulf."
Beowulf heard this and added: "For me, it's because your blood contains the power of God that has been diluted countless times, and I need him to supplement my own strength."
[If the tentacle monster had this ability, it would have used it long ago when fighting Beowulf, so I suspect there are other things here. ]
"So what? What's the use of knowing it? Can it take us out?" Doug shrugged.
[You think about it. ] Austin began to analyze, [Since that guy can create Benjamin's illusion, there are two possibilities. One is that it has seen Benjamin or came into contact with the items left by Benjamin, and the other is that it can read our inner thoughts. ]
[I think the former is more likely, because if it is the latter, it should take further action. ]
"I understand, if it's the former reason, there must be traces of Benjamin here, and that guy must know where he is." Doug gave a light high-five, and then asked, "Then let's go back to find that guy?"
[The frontal combat power of monsters using illusions is generally not too strong. The tentacle monster is very powerful, so it shouldn't stay there forever. As long as it thirsts for my blood, it will definitely come again. Let's just keep walking and wait for work. ]
"Uh-huh." Doug snorted, cut a small cut on his finger, smeared it on the ice wall all the way forward, and took a brisk step.
The bright red blood left a gorgeous red waistline on the icy blue ice, revealing a strange beauty. After Doug walked tens of meters, a small piece of blood suddenly disappeared at the starting point of the blood waistline, and then gradually disappeared like a lit gunpowder fuse.
Disappearing at the same time as the blood, there was also a hint of black mist hidden in it.
"Sure enough, I took the bait." Beowulf whispered in surprise, admiring Austin even more.
Doug calmly put his hand on his waist bag, ready to take out the Black Anemone's Touch at any time - although he had already fired a shot, it was as effective as ever in negotiations, not even Beowulf. Dare to bet.
After walking another ten meters or so, there appeared in front of the corridor a hall similar to the rotunda that held the divine blood, except that the protruding rock in the middle became an upright cross, with an invisible figure nailed to it. The mummy came out.
Doug already knew in his mind - this was most likely the monster's method.
He did not expose it, but walked into the cross with a normal face and expression, as if he wanted to observe carefully.
Needless to say, this monster is very dedicated to its work. The shape of the mummy is not fake at all, and it feels similar to what Doug imagined a mummy would feel like.
"Who is this?" Doug took two steps back and looked up at the face of the mummy.
But what he expected never happened, the mummy didn't dissipate, nor did it turn into something weird.
"What?" Doug scratched his head, "Isn't this still true?"
Beowulf remained silent, seeming to be thinking about something.
Doug circled around the mummy, trying to find its flaws: "You monster, why don't you show your true colors quickly!"
"Hmm - I seem to know what this is." Beowulf suddenly said, startling Doug.
"What?"
Beowulf's tone was a little strange: "This should be the body of Austin Doug, the aura remaining on it is exactly the same."
"ah?"
[ah? ]
Doug and Austin were both shocked:
"My body?"
[My mummy? ]
"I am dead?"
[When did you die? ]
Beowulf was a little hesitant and seemed a little unsure: "My - well, a part of me told me that Austin Doug was wanted by the Kingdom of Meletni after the War of Gods, and was finally captured in Dofrera and sentenced to The death penalty."
"Uh-the charge is violating freedom of belief."
…
After a long silence, Doug said: "In other words, is this true? My body?"
"Most likely yes."
"Tsk, it's so ugly to die."
"I never thought that those who started a holy war to get rid of gods and churches would eventually be sentenced to death for such a ridiculous crime." Beowulf was very sad about Austin's ending.
His heart was filled with panic and he couldn't take a breath, so Doug punched the ice wall.
At the same time, a faint white outline was reflected in a piece of splashing ice.
Doug glanced out of the corner of his eye, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he already held the Black Anemone Touch in his hand, pointing in the direction of the translucent monster reflected in the ice flakes.
"If I pull the trigger, you will turn into a sea anemone." Doug smiled happily, "I was holding my breath just now, and now someone is coming to my door."
There was nothing at the location where the gun was pointed, and the surroundings were quiet. It seemed that Doug had just been at the scene of a mental illness alone.
With a thought in his mind, he pulled out the revolver with his left hand and fired a shot at the ice wall on the left without saying a word.
As the magic crystal lights up, ice flakes splash on the ice wall, and there are faint ripples floating and jumping on the tiny ice flakes.
Doug fired in the opposite direction to where the changes were in the ice. In the blink of an eye, the remaining five bullets were fired, but only four bullet marks were left on the ice wall.
"How's it going? This is the latest human technology. Is it delicious?"
Still no one responded to him.
But it doesn't matter, Doug probably understood the conditions for this guy's appearance, so he moved his eyes to the black crystal arm made by Beowulf, and as expected, he could also see the translucent shadow.
It seemed angry and kept circling Doug and the mummy, trying to find the machine.
For Doug, this is not a good time to find an opportunity. He has been staring closely at the translucent figure in Sombra's arm. Under the control of Beowulf, his right hand created a dark short knife through the black mist. live.
