"It's unpleasant..." Nighthawk tore up the corpse in front of Arthur and threw it aside. The bloody smell here was no weaker than that of the corpse pit. The low atmosphere here was even more suffocating based on the visceral wall next to it. Ya
Se didn't know what was going on around him, he just sensed that something was wrong with the surrounding environment from the sticky feeling in his senses.
"What's wrong, Nighthawk, the environment here makes it difficult for me to breathe."
"Well... this is the hell on earth you can imagine, but I have found a possibility for us to get out." Nighthawk showed a confident smile, and his eyes were fixed on six people surrounded by human-faced rats.
Fourteen large wooden handles. The two- to three-meter-high round handles fixed on the ground with a wooden base are connected to the gear chains that go to each bunker. Just turn the handle to turn the entire building into a beautiful place.
The prison called the underground palace moves. Chains thicker than Nighthawk's body move the gears inside the wall. The ancient mechanism has the most useful effect, but the question now is how Nighthawk can bring Arthur who is constantly turning into ashes.
Turn the handle that is even taller than it.
The human-faced rats around them became agitated when they realized that someone was approaching. The corpses around them were also manipulated by the human-faced rats. What to do? Nighthawk's smile froze on his face. If it was just him, he could still avoid it with his quick speed.
Most of the human-faced mice and Arthur are in such a bad state. Even if the two of them can turn the phone to turn off the phone, how can they avoid the phenomenon of the human-faced mouse king?
Nighthawk fell into deep thought again, and at the same time, he wrapped Arthur with his tail. The cry of the mouse approached Nighthawk, and the corpses around him began to move. Trouble was coming. Nighthawk used its wolf tail to protect Arthur, and stretched out its claws to protect him.
In front of him, the wounds on his body that were not fully healed caused Nighthawk to raise the corner of his mouth. Fighting was still a bit far-fetched. Nighthawk looked towards the bottomless 100-meter stairs behind him. There was still a human-faced rat waiting for him in the back. If he went back all the way,
If you leave, you will only delay the time of death.
There was only one way forward. Nighthawk exhaled two streams of white air from his nose. A different touch came from his tail, and Arthur's subtle voice sounded. He lowered his head and stretched out his right hand, which was half turned into ashes, to pat Nighthawk's wolf tail:
"Put me down and tell me where the rats are... I can also use witchcraft. I'll help you... clear the way."
Nighthawk's shoulders relaxed a lot after hearing this: "Don't be brave. If you die, I will be very troubled. Just leave this place to me."
"Don't talk nonsense... tell me where they are gathering. It's too dark, I can't see here..." Arthur turned into dark gray eyes and looked around. What he didn't notice was that most of his shoulders had disappeared. Even if
It was useless to raise his arms and use witchcraft, not to mention that Arthur did not look down on it because of the darkness. The collapse phenomenon caused damage to his visual nerves, but he was always in darkness and even Arthur himself was not aware of it.
"Give me some time to think of other ways, don't be impulsive..." Nighthawk suddenly looked up to the top, where many bodies fell on the ground. Nighthawk quickly pulled Arthur back to the stairs. There was a violent vibration.
Caused the corpse hanging on the flesh wall to fall, did the bunker start to move again? Nighthawk looked at the center of the flesh wall from a distance, Wozkama's corpse was hung by blood vessels in the air and slowly dripped blood, while the large hook tail
The Rat King was running around in panic. I heard that many animals will flee to safety when encountering disasters. This is the instinct of animals, but these human-faced rats are obviously more numerous than ordinary rats.
Due to their wisdom, the human-faced mice who became the Rat King had disagreements over the choice of relying on instinct or staying put.
Earthquake? The soles of Arthur's feet kept cracking. He hugged Nighthawk's tail tightly. At this moment, the two-meter-tall Nighthawk was the most stable pillar. Many brick fragments on the wall that had not been assimilated by the flesh and blood of the corpse fell one after another.
Even the nighthawk had to raise his hands to fight against the falling large rocks, but the nighthawk's eyes were emitting a strange light in the darkness. If what it saw ahead was hell, this sudden shock was like hell.
Leading to the glory of the world. "Opportunity! Sprint, Arthur, I will use my tail to fight against the corpse man. Thirty steps forward in your current direction is a large turntable. Normal people will definitely not be able to turn the handle. It must be around.
There are other mechanisms that can be triggered, go ahead, I believe you..." After that, Nighthawk's strong footsteps strode into the corpses controlled by the rats.
Arthur supported his knees. Although he no longer used elemental power, the energy consumption necessary for action still caused Arthur's body to collapse. If he didn't rest, Arthur didn't know whether he would be as lucky as when he collapsed for the first time.
Come down. Thirty meters forward, right? Arthur exhaled the turbid air in his mouth deeply. His right leg was mostly gone and he used his left hand to move with his left foot. Arthur would crawl to the turntable even if he bit the flesh and blood on the ground with his teeth.
, although Nighthawk has never told himself the degree of danger around him, and he can't see it, Arthur can tell from the constant calls of human-faced rats around him that this level proves that the place he and Nighthawk arrived is not dangerous.
Rat's lair.
Throw away your left arm to support the ground, and use your left foot as a power point to trot forward. Only by desperately reaching the turntable can you and Nighthawk survive. It is your persistence and determination to let all those who have helped you live safely and healthily.
Goal. Stumbling along the way, neither the human-faced rat nor the corpse man hindered Arthur's progress. Nighthawk blocked all threats on his own.
One step...Twelve steps...Thirty steps...It's here. Arthur reached out and tried to touch the handle, but he couldn't find the handle that should be here. There were corpses falling at two o'clock on the left.
The sound on the ground, the collision of flesh and internal organs, aroused Arthur's alert. The ground has been shaking. Earthquakes of this level are not considered disasters. Earthquakes rarely occur in the area around Brighton City, but floods are common.
Such an abnormal vibration...
Can't think so much, where is the handle and how to turn it? Nighthawk began to howl unnaturally, but he couldn't find the position of the handle. Didn't Nighthawk say he could find it in thirty steps...
Wait, Nighthawk's thirty steps? Arthur suddenly thought of something and trotted forward a few steps. Sure enough, his head hit the wooden turntable. Damn it, he should have thought that thirty steps was the size of Nighthawk's foot.
Arthur jumped up on one foot to reach the unknown handle, and finally touched the handle with his left hand after another big shock.
Arthur leaned back and turned the handle, trying to use his own weight to turn the three-meter-high turntable. Nighthawk's heavy footsteps fell behind Arthur: "Kid, I can't hold on any longer! Have you found the mechanism?"
"No... there is no time. If this vibration occurs a few more times, this place will collapse. My right hand has no intuition and can only be used as support. The left hand is not strong enough at all. Nighthawk, help me!"
"I can't use any strength with my hands. Pull it off a little more so that my tail can reach it!"
"No, it's stuck! It can't turn at all!" As soon as Arthur finished speaking, there was a sudden feeling of liquid dripping on his face. In an instant, blood poured down from his head, and a disgusting smell hit his face, and then
It was a loud sound that was unacceptable to Arthur's ears. "What is this!" Nighthawk's frightened voice may be the first time Arthur heard it, but at this moment, Arthur realized that he could not see the things around him clearly, and there was nothing in his field of vision.
It's a blur. Is this the range of sight that the visually impaired Jace has?
In a blur of vision, a big foot stepped down from the ceiling full of corpses, or perhaps from the soil underground. It was an animal lower limb similar to pig's trotters and black goat's legs. In the fables of the Southern Continent's old calendar, sows meant bringing up
But unlike the allegorical animals of the earth goddess Gaia, which are only mentioned in a few classics, sows and black goats are symbols of the god of life Isis. In the story, the god will use pig milk to
Goat hair resurrects those who died of dysentery.
"The wizard...must die...then...the bastard, return my monument!" At the same time as the voice that penetrated his mind sounded, Arthur covered one ear, but the strong impact of the ancient creature's voice made him
Arthur vomited blood and fell to his knees. Bastard! I knew that the rapid mutation of these mice must be affected by the power of the old gods. Is it this bastard Isis? How could he appear here? Moreover, the sense of oppression... Ya
Se grabbed her collar tightly to suppress the fear reaction coming from her body.
"What is this, a pig? Sheep? Damn it, my calves are weak... Haha, hahahaha, damn, I'm so scared that I can only laugh!" The nighthawk did not describe what it saw.
Se could only see the human-faced rats running around and the corpses lying everywhere under the sunset light from the ground. The human-faced rats that originally heard the menacing voice were frightened by Isis's breath and were running around.
.
Is this the descent of the God of Life? This time he is dead.
The strong sense of depression caused Arthur to kneel to the ground. Because the light filtered through, he could barely see that his right hand, right leg and most of his abdomen had disappeared, and only the bones of his hands were used to support the ground. Nighthawk lay on his back.
, were adjusting their state and tension by taking big breaths. They looked nervously as Isis stepped on the ground with one hoof and stood upright in front of them. She had already said that the wizard must die, and it was only a matter of time before Arthur would be eliminated.
That’s all.
Are you desperate? Arthur is unable to collapse. His collapse is more serious than imagined. If the only person who comes to trouble him is the official organization member of Brighton City, Nighthawk can still take him back to Jace and Sapalo.
Evacuate, it's the words of the old gods... It seems that he is really going to die this time. The blood wall above Arthur's head loosened, and Nighthawk even saw Isis's divine foot that combined goat legs and pig's trotters stepping down. The target was
Both of them.
...
"Decompose!" Guy's witchcraft was activated, and the huge wooden turntable in front of him turned into small pieces of wood and fell to the ground. Then Quevedo and Johns appeared, holding on to them as they crazily drilled into the soil.
The next person to drag the huge chain was Andrew, who was wrapped in thick clothes. Guy released a spell to break down the originally stuck turntable and then also grabbed the chain. The absolute combat power of the four hermits.
Pulling the iron chain hard, the surrounding blood wall became loose, and the wall made of viscera paste was replaced by a stone brick wall. The entire control room that controlled the movement of the bunker gradually moved deeper underground with the combined efforts of the four people.
"You..." Watching Isis' divine feet leave the sight, and the surrounding area loses the sunset light on the ground and falls into darkness again. The appearance of the members of the Hermit Society is far beyond Nighthawk's imagination: "How could you? No, that's the old god."
Come on! We have to leave quickly! "
"Don't worry... this thing is so heavy! Temashu and Vic Jarvis tried to attract Isis's attention, and Angelina and Elus assisted. They will be fine. This time we
The Hermits are all out!" Guy's voice came from the darkness, causing the dying Arthur to open his eyes again.
"That's it. Since this thing can move, let go. Arthur looks terrible. He has collapsed! He has been here for eight days, a week, my God, the leader is out of phase. This is still...
The spirited Arthur we knew?" Next up is Johns.
"But what about that blond friend the leader mentioned? Haven't you seen Johns? Was he among the corpses on the way we came here?" Quevedo's honest voice made Arthur's rapidly beating heart return to normal.
"I'm going to help." Andrew's voice sounded, followed by hurried footsteps. Then Arthur was carried on Quevedo's back. In addition to being overwhelmed by Isis's momentum, Nighthawk was in a serious state of weakness and could still walk.
No problem, Johns was responsible for blowing away the man-faced rats that tried to surround them again in the darkness.