Click, click......

The dust on the stone staircase kept splashing, and everyone struggled to climb up with nervousness.

Sherlock sensed the heat and strange throbbing of the little antique book in his inner pocket.

Whether the collapse of the stone statue and the final collapse of the Bone Altar were caused by the antique book, Sherlock did not know, but could only vaguely feel that it was possible.

But whether it came from nowhere, from nowhere, shocked and unimaginable, silently like an earth-shattering roar, was because of an antique book, Sherlock was not sure.

But now is not the time to think about it, or to take out an antique book and look at it, until you get out of the Cindiri Farm.

Judging from the serious demeanor of Alan and Rheintes, it would definitely not be a pleasant thing for this group of people to fall into the Cindiri Farm.

Da, da,

At this moment, in the courtyard of the Enham family's house, it is no longer quiet.

A large number of howls from outside, as well as screaming insults, curses, and even the messy sounds of biting and fighting, began to come in.

Above everyone's heads, there was already a moon in the dark and dark night, which was already overcast and full of black haze.

And this moon, though mutilated, has a crimson glow. Like a blood-stained half-crescent moon, it floated in the sky.

The Blood Moon seemed so close that it took up almost the entire vision visible.

"Teammates can shoot if they are in danger!"

Reintes looked back and said solemnly.

Rooney and Origan were stunned for a moment, both nodding their heads in the same nervous mood.

"Prepare your Spell Scroll, and if there are any monsters that are missing, you take care to be vigilant and don't hurt your teammates." Reintes said to Van Tucker again.

"Good captain! Feel relieved! Van Tucker clenched his punch, the size of a sandbag.

"After Allen presses, everyone follows me, don't get separated!"

Reintes commanded in a deep voice, and with a wave of his hand, everyone led by him towards another exit, abandoning the route from the gate of the square.

After walking through the low, dilapidated kitchen, Reintes led everyone to the side courtyard wall.

"Snort...... Sneer......"

"Hiss...... Hiss ......"

"Enum...... Enum...... ......"

In groups, there were almost thirty or so hideous-looking villagers, who had already climbed the courtyard wall like locusts and rushed over with agility.

These people are ragged, yellow-skinned, and their limbs have degenerated into withered claws. His hair was detached, and he was covered in rotting flesh and filthy blood, and he didn't look like a human at all.

And it seemed that under the light of the blood-colored moon, they appeared more fanatical, more aggressive, and their eyes burst with red colors, with bloodthirsty ferocity.

Click! Both Rooney and Origan pulled out their offset revolvers, wrenched their rams, and forcibly took aim.

But in this situation, no one dares to shoot rashly.

Because when a gun goes off, it means that hundreds of sick monsters are rushing in. And the gunfire may not be accurate, let alone stop the attack of these monsters.

Reintes was very calm and steady at the front of the team.

He was like a pious preacher, facing the current frenzy of monster villagers, slowly stretched out his right hand, bent a finger, and chanted softly:

"When chaos opens, the first rays of light appear, and the world becomes quiet......"

As he chanted, Sherlock was surprised to find that a glimmer of light really hung in the air above the heads of every villager monster that came rushing wildly with bloodthirsty madness.

It was like more than thirty faint pillars of light falling from the sky, accurately falling on the top of each villager monster.

The pillar of light connects to the sky, but the higher it goes, the fainter it gets, until it is completely invisible. But the villager monsters under the pillar of light seemed to be confused, their steps stagnated, their eyes rolled, and they stood in place muttering to themselves.

"Keep up with me!" Reintes said in a deep voice, and rushed forward with a quickened pace.

Everyone followed behind, directly past these stagnant villager monsters, rushed out of a broken iron fence courtyard wall next to them, and quickly left the Enam house.

"Hiss...... Hiss ......"

"Ho-ho-ho...... Ho ho ho ......"

Outside, there were more than a dozen villager monsters whose hair had fallen out, their clothes had become bloody, and they were running wildly with their limbs touching the ground.

They could no longer be called human, their eyes were open, their eyes were exposed, their faces were distorted, their mouths were full of jagged teeth and long tongues, their fingers were full of sharp claws, and they ran like wild beasts and wolves.

Reintes stood still again, facing the more ferocious monsters, stretched out two fingers of his right hand, and chanted softly:

"Praise the eyes of the Lord and seek light in the fog of the unknown......"

With his chanting, the eyes of all the monsters that rushed towards him seemed to be swirling with a shimmering mist. Then these monsters, as if they smelled something more tempting, turned around and ran in the other direction.

"Evacuate quickly!" Reintes continued to lead the charge.

In just a moment, the villagers and monsters in the courtyard of Enam behind had already woken up and rushed out again, chasing their scent closely.

Da, da, da...... Everyone was running for their lives in the mud and weeds, approaching the high-arched wooden bridge of the stream outside the village.

But on the bridge, five or six sick villagers with slightly normal bodies rushed over with their teeth and claws.

"Alan, come on!" Van Tucker let out a low roar, clenched his fists, and rushed over like a brute bull.

Alan laughed, his hands twitched at his waist, and two daggers were in his hands, and he rushed forward not to be outdone.

The 8th-rank "Martial Arts Scholar" and the 8th-rank "Grave Keeper", Van Tucker and Allen, the two transcendents, finally embody the superiority of the transcendent in hand-to-hand combat and physical strengthening.

In a few moments, the bridge was cleared by the two of them, and all the villagers and monsters were thrown into the stream to struggle.

"Captain!"

Van Tucker said hello, then threw his hand up.

A total of five triangular shell pieces, shimmering with a shimmer, landed unmistakably behind Rheintes and the others.

With a wave of his hand, Reintes quickly took Sherlock, Rooney, and Origan to the bridge.

"The light of mystery is everywhere, and the light of knowledge is at hand......"

Reintes faced the dozens of villager monsters that were surging in, spread his arms, and chanted softly.

In the blink of an eye, the triangular shells that fell to the ground burst into speckled light, which was not strong, but quickly spread out and quickly formed a net.

All the light spots are connected, like a "fishing net", blocking the tail end of the high-arched wooden bridge. Then all the villager monsters, as if disoriented, swirled in a web of light spots, making it difficult to get closer.

"Let's go!"

Reintes breathed a sigh of relief and quickly evacuated with everyone.

......

Oh, drive!

Da, da, da...... The horse-drawn carriage parked at the bottom of the hill had already started fast, rushing out of the confines of the Syndiri Farm.

Origan sat in the driver's seat and finally picked up his pipe. Rheintes, Allen, Sherlock, Rooney, and Van Tucker, who were crowded into the carriage, laughed at each other again.

"Looks like we need to report to the church to take over the Cindiri." Alan sighed, pulled out the scarf around his neck, and wiped the sweat and mud from his forehead.

Rheintes still maintained an indifferent and calm image, like a gentleman, shook off the "Lundu Morning Post" in his hand, and said without raising his head while reading the news:

"That tomb is still of great excavation, and we did a good job this time. An accident is an accident after all, and the appearance of the moon can only prove that the blockade within a range of three kilometers has been lifted for some reason. ”

"Captain, what did the underground crypt you just say?" Van Tucker still asked curiously.

"Spreading plagues, collecting the souls of the dead, the masterpiece of the Shadow Council of Doom, an evil organization on the Church's record." Reintes said lightly.

When Sherlock heard the name of the "Doomsday Shadow Council" again, his heart was silently touched and he was silent.

When you get back, find a way to study the antique little book and see what exactly has been collected underground? It can't be a soul, right......