what happened?
Griffith couldn't understand the scene before him. Neferti sucked the blood from her fingertips, stood up, took two steps back as if nothing happened, and walked back to her small tent not far away.
Alandel rubbed her forehead, trying to calm down from the shock. After a while, she reluctantly asked:
"I think you must have some kind of high-level sealed object of death path, not the two you captured in the battle, but other items.
"Otherwise, you did it secretly~emmm..."
Griffith nodded first, and then shook his head hastily, confirming her first guess.
Although the bone ring Minos still hides many secrets, there is no problem in treating it as a high-level sealed object. Mastering the resurrection and domination of the dead, the bone ring possessing the three runes of frost, blood and undead is not inferior to the extraordinary beings of sequence 6.
Minos can absorb the essence and spiritual energy from battle to strengthen himself. Although it does not provide detailed instructions, the battle in Odessa's Corpse Mountain and Sea of Blood must have given it a more powerful source of energy. After the collapse of the advent plan of the Void Realm Life Weaver, weren't the extraordinary characteristics and spiritual powers of Sanyi quietly plundered by Minos?
The answer couldn't be clearer. As an object, Minos has its own soul, will and purpose. Its relationship with Griffith is cooperation between allies, and hiding strength is essential.
A ring that is equivalent to a Sequence 6 Soul Binder, and even close to the Sequence 5 Death Knight...
Neferty has a mysterious connection with the ghost ship and even summons it to her side...
Griffith thought about some of the new abilities that Minos had recently acquired, and his whole body went cold. Some tragic and terrifying things were connected together.
Just as he was about to delve into the matter, a strange sound suddenly came from the quiet night.
There was a faint and strange rhythm in the night wind, like the tinkling sound of a flute. The faint flute sound covers a very wide range, evokes certain subconscious memories, touches spirituality, and makes people feel restless, even frightened.
The bone-chilling chill seemed to come from the resonance deep in the soul. Griffith felt waves of anxiety and panic, but he fell into an inexplicable lethargy and dizziness. He couldn't get rid of it in his sleepiness, and his head hung lower and lower.
Is this hypnosis? Are we being attacked? This strange smell doesn't look like someone in the camp. Could it be a monster in the dark?
Griffith's heart was tumbling, but his body refused to obey. A dangerous thought lingered vaguely.
If external darkness exists, then at this time, the primary goal is...
Suddenly, he felt his hand being held tightly and woke up immediately. He turned his head stiffly and saw Alandel clinging tightly to his arm. In addition to the swaying bonfire, there was also extreme fear and helplessness in her eyes.
Following her line of sight, a few meters away, in the open space near the bonfire, a black hand emerged from the invisible night and reached for the fire. It is like a shadow, but has no body. It is as flat as a painting on the ground. It does not squirm or crawl. It just stretches out a little bit, and continues to stretch towards the bonfire amidst the sinister flute sound like music.
This indescribably weird scene surpassed Griffith's cognition. Just when he was in confusion, the hand touched the fire, paused suddenly, and then made a "clasp" motion.
The bonfire went out instantly.
The black hand "stole" the light.
Several other bonfires in the camp were also extinguished at the same time, plunging into darkness, with only a few mysterious items remaining faintly glowing. The men on duty and those half asleep jumped to their feet, screaming and the sound of weapons rubbing together.
The wizard quickly cast the light spell, and the bonfire in the center of the camp was rekindled, and people in the entire camp rushed there from all directions.
"Back-to-back alert!" Diaz, the extraordinary demon hunter, roared, "Keep the lights on and don't go into the darkness!"
Upon hearing this order, the members of the camp team gathered more compactly.
"what happened?"
"Is there anyone who hasn't come over?"
"I feel the dark and mysterious aura, it's so thick, it's coming from all directions!"
"Pastor, where is the pastor? Say your prayers quickly!"
Some people faced the fire, trying to find clues from the sudden extinction; others faced the darkness and were on guard back to back. Professor Lafayette immediately counted the number of people and found that the only person missing was the cleric Bolton.
The listless gaze of the extraordinary demon hunter Diaz has become as sharp as a knife: "Some kind of power extinguishes the light, and its appearance is accompanied by spiritual touches."
"I felt it too," Miss Willow said. "The moment the light reappeared, it hid. I speculate that places that cannot be illuminated by fire will be attacked."
Everyone looked at the darkness nervously. Due to the unprecedented circumstances encountered, language becomes pale and discussion has no direction.
"Are we going to stand here all night?"
I don’t know how long it took, but someone finally muttered something in the solemn and almost freezing atmosphere. These words resonated, and Miss Wendy even took two steps outside, ready to take action.
"Tick tock, tick tock..."
Suddenly there was a rhythmic tapping in the silence, and the highly tense camp almost exploded. Wendy Witch, who had moved less than two meters away, rushed back with a "whoosh". Several wands and swords were pointed at the direction of the noise.
A small echo hub just a few steps away was making a slight sound. This news means that there is a new message transmitted from the advancement team.
"Light up the camp," Professor Lafayette said. "If something else comes out of the darkness, capture or destroy it. I want to see what Professor Julian sends us."
As soon as these words came out, the Extraordinaries present also deeply agreed. They lit the orbs and torches, illuminating the entire camp like daylight. At this moment, Griffith felt that the dangerous aura lingering in the dark night was gone.
Professor Lafayette picked up the fifth message and examined it.
"What did the person in front say? Professor."
However, the professor did not answer. His face, which had been too pale due to lack of light for a long time, was even more pale. His slender fingers repeatedly turned over the piece of paper that recorded the message, and his lips trembled slightly. He closed his eyes and slowly handed the paper to everyone.
The piece of paper on which the message was recorded was empty, not a word on it.
"..."
Someone in the uneasy crowd asked: "Is it malfunctioning? Someone over there accidentally touched it."
Professor Lafayette shook his head: "No, the Echo Hub requires powerful spiritual energy to activate, and there is no possibility of accidentally touching it. In other words, as long as there is a connection, it must be actively opened."
He was indifferent for a while: "I'm contacting them now to ask them if something happened. You guys prepare to find Bolton. He is the only cleric here."
As soon as he finished speaking, someone in the crowd shouted. Bolton was seen staggering out from behind a tent and staggering towards everyone.
"Wait a minute!" Diaz pulled out the magic gun with his backhand, "Bolton, raise your hands and approach slowly."
"I'm fine," Bolton shouted with his hands raised, then began to vomit violently. As a powerful Beyonder, his physique is enough to resist most diseases. However, he suddenly became as weak as a mortal. In front of everyone, he first vomited his dinner, then vomited stomach acid, and finally almost vomited out bile.
This situation shocked the camp team. Since Bolton was the only cleric in the group who knew how to heal, the others didn't know what to do. Knight Milban prayed for him from a distance, but after the holy light fell, the situation not only did not improve, but black smoke rose from Bolton's body as if it was being burned.
"ah--!"
The priest screamed and started shouting in front of everyone.
"Stop! I'm fine! Milban, are you drunk? Stop your bullshit blessings. I'm fine."
He was vomiting as he spoke, but seemed to be in good spirits.
"Let's go check him out. He may be infected by something." Miss Willow said, and after that, she was about to lead someone forward.
"Wait a minute!" Diaz growled, pointing his gun at the helpless Burton, "Turn around and let me see your back."
"I told you I'm fine." Pastor Burton muttered, but still turned around obediently.
The moment he saw the priest's back, Griffith felt his scalp explode.
There was no trace of the back of the pastor's head, and a mass of snakes, maggots, worms, centipedes, and centipedes grew out of his brain, intertwined like seaweed. His back has also been corroded, leaving only his spine and broken organs. Countless poisonous insects gnawed at the last bits of flesh and blood. As the body swayed, they fell to the ground together with the blood clots, and then squirmed and escaped into the darkness. corner.
"I told you I'm fine," Pastor Burton said hoarsely. He turned around, and his mouth, ears, nostrils, eye sockets, and all the gaps and holes in his body were pouring out groups of snakes and insects, tearing his face into a twisted and terrifying smile.
"Ah——!" The people present were frightened by this scene and screamed.
Griffith took out the light and protected Alandel behind him.
This is an aberration!
Griffith had encountered such a monster on the Equinox. Quaxor, who stole the "Lin Yuan Collection", turned into such a terrifying form. The body of the aberrant body and the constantly breeding snakes and insects are a complex parasitic life structure. Although its brain that has not yet collapsed still dominates consciousness, it has become an irredeemable monster.
"What the hell is this!?"
Amidst the shouts, Demon Hunter Diaz drew his blade and rushed forward. With a flash of silver blade, Bolton's abdominal cavity was opened. The spleen and intestines rolled down, and among the dense squirming snakes and insects, there was a mass of smooth flesh and blood that was squirming violently.
Before Diaz could make a move, the ball of flesh and blood shot up and entered the mouth of Wizard Lake at an extremely fast speed. The unlucky guy fell down on the spot, clutching his throat with both hands, and struggled heartbreakingly.
"Help me take it out!" Diaz yelled. Others rushed over to help. None of them were doctors, nor did they understand treatment, but common sense told them that they must not let that thing stay in the stomach of Wizard Reik.
The camp was in chaos. Wizard Reik twitched violently, blood splattered like a rotten orange, and let out a heart-rending wail.
Griffith stood still. He looked around him and found that Neferty had shrunk into a ball with her eyes covered. Professor Lafayette's face was full of fear and cold sweat. Only Naila was as calm as a piece of ice. He stared at the blood-spewing wizard with no pity, no joy, no pain.
"Bang!"
The wizard who had a foreign object burrowed into his body suddenly exploded. Among the splatters of flesh and blood, a bloody object fell to the ground, squirming ferociously.
It was only about the size of a puppy or a monkey, with a long, smooth head without eyes or a nose. A gap slowly opened in its lower jaw, revealing layers of fine, jagged fangs.
"Hiss-le!"
The monster shook its body and screamed horribly at the humans around it.
"Don't kill it!" Naila shouted, but Diaz had already taken action. The flame spear smashed half of the monster's body, but the remaining half rushed into the darkness, as fast as a shadow.
The people in Odessa present were all ashen-faced.
