"Seven years ago, when Modric's mine was digging down, he discovered a huge underground space that seemed to have been deliberately excavated by someone." The obsidian figure shook the air and said quickly, "We found an ancient book inside, which contains some forbidden knowledge. ”

"Don't you wonder why there is an underground space in the mine?" Xu Yichen wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "Don't tell me that you didn't doubt it at all. ”

"No, no one doubted that from the day the ancient books were discovered, all those who came into contact with those things, all the attention was focused on those books, and no one thought about anything else." The obsidian figure shook his head: "It's like an invisible hand that tugs at our attention and refuses to let go." ”

"Those ancient books were made of human skin, and I don't know how they were disposed of, so they couldn't be damaged." The Obsidian Statue continued, "Modric and I left the other miners and slaves who knew about it, as well as the guards, all there, and sealed the only exit. ”

Xu Yichen nodded and did not interject.

"It's a coincidence that books contain all kinds of knowledge that we need just right, but we were all used to it at that time." The obsidian puppet said to the demon hunter, "Do you know how many slaves die in this big pit every year?" ”

"I guess that's going to be a staggering number?" Xu Yichen extinguished the torch, hoping to slow down the rate of oxygen consumption, but the stuffy air still made him feel a little uncomfortable.

"Seven, seven people a day." The Obsidian Statue uttered a number that the Demon Hunter had expected, which he had expected to be a scary number.

To be honest, even if the other party told him that the mountain was made up of corpses, he wouldn't feel anything.

However, seven, Xu Yichen feels that there is something wrong with this number, compared to the number, this number obviously has a deeper meaning, and among them, the most obvious is the religious significance.

"Seven, the holy number of the Great Father, has been constant every day in this mine since we found those books, seven per day, two hundred and ten per month, two thousand five hundred and fifty-five per year, and to this day it is exactly seven years, seventeen thousand eight hundred and eighty-five, one is not much, and one is not less."

"So it seems that Nurgle is indeed merciful here." Xu Yichen picked up an obsidian shard and rubbed the [Graceful Ripper] back and forth on it.

"No, not kindness, it's fear." The fear of the obsidian figure crossed the air and reached the ears of the demon hunters: "Once, there was a mining disaster, more than seventy miners and slaves were sealed in the mines, we tried for three days, but we could not dig the tunnel, the air inside was exhausted, everyone was certain to die, but they were still alive. ”

"We worked hard for another four days, and on the seventh day we finally opened the tunnel, and we found that it had already collapsed again, and everyone was crushed under the stones." The obsidian figure tells a terrifying story in a narrated tone: "During the seven days of rescue, we took out a total of forty-nine inhuman-shaped corpses, and then the people behind were still alive. ”

"Even if their heads were smashed, those people refused to breathe, their chests still rose and fell, and their hearts still beat vigorously, even though the body was long gone." The Obsidian Statue paused: "Half of the miners present were crazy, and then Modric and I found an opportunity to kill them in the city." ”

"Seven, the number of deaths here is only seven per day, the number is enough, even if it is crushed into meat sauce, it will have to wait until the next day, and the boundary between life and death here has long been blurred." The obsidian figure sighed: "By the time we realized that this had become the altar of the Father, and that we were offering to Him every day, it was already too late, and that the sacrifice of seven people every day was prepared to summon this plague, and by the time I really figured it out, it was already too late, and I would either choose to go along with it or become immortal." ”

"Not only that, but in the past few years, as long as the bodies are buried in the pit, after seven days, they will be part of the big mine, and they will become the minerals that we urgently need." The obsidian figure spoke quickly, "Everything we want can be found in those books, and we can get it through the big mines." ”

"It's a living mine, and that's where Modric was targeted, and the people who sacrificed the entire city to his father, including us, are only part of Modric's dream of eternal life." The obsidian figure laughed miserably: "Give me a good time, all your efforts are in vain, now Modric has already reached the bottom, and it was a part of him who wanted to devour me just now." ”

"And why are you here?" Xu Yichen forced to ask: "Don't tell me you're a victim, tell me how to stop Modric?" How can this plague be completely ended? ”

"Kill Modric, the cancer of eternal life is completely over, everything that happens here is manipulated by Modric." The obsidian figure looked at the flames that had burned to his waist: "If you can't kill him, by seven o'clock tomorrow morning, he will have completed the assimilation of the entire Storm's End, and now his true body has almost filled the third layer, right?" ”

"As for me, I'm just a little person who wants to get ahead, and I don't have the courage to resist." Viscount Amos said to the Demon Hunter one last time, "Give me a good time! I've told you everything I know. ”

"No, I'm going to see what you're afraid of." Xu Yichen turned on the state of [Red Time] and instantly cut off the opponent's arms, leaving only a body without limbs: "The souls of tens of thousands of people in the Wind Breath Castle probably don't want you to die so easily, right?" ”

Xu Yichen threw his two arms into the mine, and then pushed the remains of the obsidian figure to the edge of the hole: "Good luck, Lord Viscount Amos, hold on a little longer, and help me delay a little longer." ”

"You don't have a chance, he's done most of the sacrificial ritual, and I'm the only one left, and the survivors of the less than three thousand people in the city, and I don't matter to them at all." The obsidian figure's tone, despite his frustration, was not hysterical because of the demon hunter's change: "For some reason, the Great Father has been less strict with sacrifices lately, and I think the current level is enough for Mordric to impress the Great Father." ”

Xu Yichen glanced at this nobleman who still didn't dare to call Nurgle's name before he died, and left without looking back.