The woman in the painting has a sickly and haggard appearance, wearing a rustic and old-fashioned dress. Her facial features are not exquisite and can only be called delicate. The blue forget-me-not bouquet she held in her hand looked dull in color at first glance.
But those eyes, dark brown eyes - shining with simple and gentle love, complementing the bouquet of flowers in the painting, will never wither.
Even though they were strangers to each other, this portrait gave Ed a hunch that the woman in the painting was undoubtedly Mrs. Kuntu.
"How about it?"
When he said this, Dylan had already held the seven-pointed star holy symbol in his hand. For a moment, he looked like a real cleric.
"Mr. Kuntu is underneath. He looks crazy and dying. Colorful liquid keeps overflowing from his facial features, filling the entire ground... Well, there is a painting in front of him, which should be Mrs. Kuntu. "
Ed simply couldn't describe what he saw in words, so he could only formulate words as best as he could to try to make Dylan and Quinn understand what was going on.
"What a mess..."
Quinn didn't seem to understand. She took out an octagonal compass from her coat. The white crystal pointer pointed directly to the abyss below, and the scale of the small central pointer fluctuated between 2 and 3.
"The abnormality intensity is between 2-3, and the hostile target will not exceed the level of a third-level extraordinary. I will control Kuntu, Dylan will monitor the portrait, and Ed will be wary of other abnormal movements. Do you understand?"
After confirming that both of them nodded, Quinn lowered her head and said, "Let's do it."
She seemed to turn into a storm, rushing straight into the depths of the tomb with indomitable momentum. Dylan followed closely behind, the holy symbol in his hand emitting a thin and peaceful light, illuminating Quinn's vision ahead.
Ed is at the end, his personal strength is the weakest, and it is not like an abandoned factory where he can take advantage of his other strengths.
Doing a good job of post-break reconnaissance and cooperating with the other two to provide some assistance was the only thing I could do at the moment.
He held the pouch-type revolver in one hand, with the muzzle pointing downwards. He held the white crow cane behind his back, and controlled his steps to move forward quickly downwards. The moss-like mucus under your feet is wet and slippery, and you will fall if you are not careful.
The pistol was the same model as Arthur's, and he had reloaded it with cartridges he found in the drawer.
At this time, Quinn had already rushed to Kun Tu, who held a dark ancient book in his hands. Whenever the colorful liquid with infinitely changing colors dripped on it, the words would appear in it.
"Stone Kuntu!"
Mr. Kuntu still reacted to the name. He raised his head blankly, as if asking for help.
Bloody paint gurgled from his eyes like a fountain, and merged into the colorful pool at his feet that filled the entire tomb.
"What did you do? Where is Margaret Quinto's body?"
Seeing that Kun Tu had no intention of resisting, Quinn had to stagger the sharp blade in his hand. She snatched away the dark ancient book, held the depressed painter's chin and shook it repeatedly, trying to keep him awake.
"Margaret..." Hearing the name, Kuntu murmured and repeated, his empty eyes looking at the picture frame aside.
"Margaret?" Dylan, who had just walked down the steps, cautiously approached the rectangular portrait, but his voice was full of doubts.
Ed glanced along Kuntu's gaze and saw that the portrait of Mrs. Kuntu that was originally painted was empty at this moment...
careful! He was about to shout.
呲——
The next second, Father Dylan suddenly tilted his head back to dodge as if he felt something. Suddenly, a deep red blood flower was dug out from his throat, and dripping blood spurted out.
This invisible blade almost severed his neck.
Dylan's eyes widened like a dead fish, and he knelt on the ground, desperately grabbing his throat to stop the blood. A large amount of blood spurts out with the beating of the heart, which is already in vain...
All I could see was a pool of molten waxy paint on the ground, passed over by the shadow of something invisible, leaving bits and pieces of clear footprints.
There was nothing in sight.
"Fuck! High-level spirit body!"
Quinn cursed, and it was the first time Ed had seen her look scared.
The knife flashed past and almost cut off Quinn's scalp. She fled backwards, parrying and blocking in vain, but was unable to discern the correct direction of the attack.
Taking advantage of this short time, Ed hurriedly approached Dylan.
He opened his mouth, trying to say something, but he just made a whooshing sound in vain. One hand was grasping at his chest, as if he was groping for something.
Ed reached into Dylan's robe. He grabbed a metal chain and pulled it out. Surprisingly, there was also a pear-shaped bottle carved from obsidian, about the size of a small hip flask.
This must be what Dylan is looking for.
He unscrewed the cork and stuffed it into Dylan's hand. As if he had grasped a life-saving straw, Dylan swallowed all the dark liquid in the bottle into his throat, ignoring the blood foam in his mouth.
Suddenly, Dylan's body spasmed, his facial muscles twisted and squirmed painfully, and deep blood crawled all over his face along the blood vessels. His appearance was even more ferocious and terrifying than Mr. Kuntu's.
But again, the wounds on the neck were tightly closed together. Dylan coughed up a few strands of blood and breathed like a drowning man.
Dylan was very weak at this moment. Ed put Dylan's hand on his shoulder and wanted to take him out of here.
But the stone door has been sealed, and the colorful and wriggling moss clings to it, making it impossible to retreat.
In desperation, Ed had no choice but to put Dylan down on the steps and let him breathe for a moment while he drew his revolver and went down to support Quinn.
At this moment, Mrs. Kuntu's evil spirit has forced her to a dead end, and there is no longer any possibility of moving around in the narrow space in the tomb.
In vain, she held the butterfly-wing folding knife behind her back and stabbed into the void in front of her. He knew that the enemy was here, but he couldn't hurt him in the slightest.
Another cold light flashed through, and Quinn's deep green eyes lost their light, and blood flowed down her cheeks along her eye sockets. Her eyes were cut out, the sharp knife was poured into her belly, and she was raised high.
But this only deepened her anger. Quinn writhed and struggled, letting out a low growl of "ho ho", and the collar around her neck crackled with lightning, but she desperately wanted to strangle the evil spirit's throat - even though there was nothing there.
Ed saw the octagonal crystal compass in her coat fall to the ground, and the scale stopped at 4.
Does that mean the evil spirit is as strong as a level four extraordinary?
boom! boom! Ed tried to shoot twice. He was able to deduce the location of Mrs. Kuntu's evil spirit, but the bullets passed through the invisible torso, as if it did not exist in the world at all.
He moved the muzzle of the gun two inches and shot Mr. Kuntu in the knee—even though he was aiming for the left leg, he hit the right leg instead.
But the process is not important...
The important thing is that Mr. Kuntu's screams alerted Mrs. Kuntu's evil spirit. It threw the struggling Quinn away in mid-air, and the dark footprints on the pool showed that it was heading in the direction of Ed.
Ed stepped back and shot at Mr. Kuntu. As expected, the bullet was cut through by an invisible sharp blade, and the evil spirit was consciously protecting Mr. Kuntu.
But this only temporarily distracted the evil spirit's attention.
Quinn and Dylan, the two main combat forces on the field, were seriously injured, and all his actions only delayed the time of death by a few seconds.
Is there really nothing we can do...?
He thought of Catalina's character card. Katarina has extremely high talent in swordsmanship and is quite experienced in the field of defense, but as a first-level extraordinary person, she cannot possibly defeat the evil spirit in front of her...
Just when Ed ran out of bullets and was almost at wit's end, Dylan stumbled down the steps. He almost fell to his knees as he took the final step.
But in the end, Dylan finally stood up.
I saw him opening his palm, and a gray-black stone the size of an eyeball slowly floated up from his palm, suddenly glowing with endless light——
The stone pupils suddenly opened, as blue as ice and snow, as bright as the sun...
