"But...... All right! ”

Leonid hesitated for a moment, but turned the brake valve to its original position as the exorcist Rao commanded, and when the roar of the engine died down, the miraculous vehicle finally stopped.

The exorcist flipped out of the carriage and took a few steps forward with the kerosene lamp hanging from the front of the car in his hand. Just as Draenor was about to catch up with him, Lopud turned around and whispered.

"Put on the Eye of Voyeurism and you'll feel its ......"

Draenor quickly looked down and felt for his pocket, and suddenly noticed that it was not the dirt of the forest that he was stepping on, but the neat but slightly cracked stone brick floor.

He knew that he had come to the town of Luna Omon, and that he might be at the entrance to a square now. As he snapped the cylinder into his eye socket, he turned the firebolt's actuation valve to the side, and he could already feel the heat ready to explode at any moment.

"Jeanne, stay in the car and be vigilant, we're not far ahead, don't worry......" He said into the car, following the thread caught by the Eye of the Dream and the exorcist into the depths of the fog.

There are no obstacles around, and the octagonal stone bricks fit together to build up the empty square. The fog made the area unusually quiet, and Draenor felt like he was walking in the slimy stomach of some giant creature, and he couldn't hear anything except the sound of Errao's footsteps and his own rhythmic heartbeat.

Dead silence wrapped around him like a thorn, and Draenor no longer deliberately followed the trail of the thread to find something around. He tried to retract his gaze from the distance, keeping an eye on his left and right sides and behind him.

Then, as if by chance, the moment he turned his head to follow the sudden murmur, he saw a black cat again.

The dexterous creature lay two paces away from him, his ears twitching and panting, just like the one he had seen in the Catacombs of Shedirando.

But it lost an eye, leaving a fleshy socket. The wound seemed to have healed, and it didn't pay much attention to the almost fatal injury, just looking at itself with another intact green eye, and there was even a hint of ambiguity in it.

Draenor didn't know where it came from, and it wasn't clear what it was that had hurt it so cruelly. But he knew that the cat's presence was no coincidence, it wanted to tell itself something, it was so desperate to speak, it almost forgot that it had no ability to speak at all.

"You see it." Lopud didn't look back, and Draenor felt dizzy the moment he moved his gaze back to the exorcist, as if he was immersed in the hallucinations of something

He suddenly felt the "feeling" that the exorcist had before, like fireflies flickering in the dark flowers, and countless pairs of eyes seemed to grow in the surrounding fog-obscured area, staring at him frantically.

"Look ahead and don't think about anything. It's a sign of waking up, they shouldn't be with us, but they can help you just keep a safe distance. ”

Draenor took a deep breath, the humid air made him want to cough a few times, but it at least brought him back to his senses.

He followed closely the precious light source in front of him, and the absurd words that came to his ears from the mouth of the exorcist had become an undeniable reality, and the eyes around him gradually focused on one place reflecting the light of the kerosene lamp, which seemed to dispel the thick fog and reveal a tall, pitch-black figure.

The footsteps gradually stopped, and Lopud stood beside Draenor, less than ten meters away from the figure. Draenor noticed that the man had an opaque body, and unlike the apparitions, he had a physical body, and he held a black flute tightly in his right hand.

"Father Emmous, the priest who bridges the Azra with the Lords, the creator of the Seed of the Moon." Lopud groaned, setting aside the kerosene lamp, and at the same time his right hand went around his back, pulling out the silver thorns from the carved wooden box.

"Ah...... What does that taste like...... These lost lambs again, and the fog has led you into the arms of the shepherd......"

The priest turned slowly, the light of the fire shining on his face through the fog. It was a face covered with burn marks, almost a dried corpse, with two eyeballs that could hang down at any moment, and the dry lips that could no longer wrap the teeth were slightly raised, revealing a strange smile.

"He's coming...... Lopud dodged sideways, distancing himself from Draenor, "Don't let him blow the 'Cansong'!" ”

The moment the priest walked up to Draenor to bring the flute to his lips, the greatsword had cut through the fog and smashed the priest's right arm like a meteor.

"Ahhh!!h Belch...... You are not a lamb, you are not a ......"

The priest lay on the ground in pain, clutching his shoulder, which was constantly bleeding, and groaned.

"Get out of the way!"

Lopud shouted at him, but it was too late, and the blood that had been spilled on the ground bulged into four or five pitch-black human forms, and then they grew goat-like horns and quickly disappeared into the mist

"You are a wolf, a demon who mutilates the flock!!!!"

The priest roared angrily, and suddenly, a strong current of air flowed through him, like a silent bomb that slammed Draeno out of the way.

"Damn ......"

Draenor rolled on the ground for weeks, struggling to get up, and found that it was not only himself who was swept away by the current, but also the thick fog that hung in front of him. The mist tore through a gap of more than ten meters in diameter from where Father Emmus stood, but the monsters that had escaped into the shadows were still moving rapidly where they could not see.

"It's the black goat, you go and deal with them, the priest will leave it to me!" Lopud shook off the thorns and prepared to charge at the priest.

"No, he's my ......"

Draenor slammed his sword over his shoulder, shattering the bricks and stones of the rain with his left foot off the ground. He shifted almost all of his weight to his arms, his muscles swelling, and the greatsword of Naphilius sparked a spark on the ground, letting out an air-tearing roar that slashed the priest in half.

But it didn't end there, and more black liquid flowed out of the priest's torn body, condensed into a ball, and turned into wriggling tentacles.

Immediately after, the dark organs in the priest's body swelled, and the terrible flesh broke through his chest and dragged on Lin. The bare ribs grew until they exceeded the priest's height, and propped up their entire body like the feet of an arthropod.

"Kill the wolf!"

Emmous roared, and a pair of massive chelicerae protruded from his mouth, shaking excitedly towards the faint presence in front of him.

Draenor didn't have time to consider whether the priest had turned into a spider or an octopus, and he saw that the monster had leapt into the air, the rib-shaped limbs that had come together into giant pyramids, ready to tear itself to pieces.

In desperation, he pulled out his firearm and rolled to the side, aiming it at the priest's heart, which was shaking in the air, and shot into the air in a series of shots.

"Shhh!!!hh

Clutching the mangled body and rolling to the ground, Emmus struggled to his feet, pulled out the black flute out of nowhere, and pinned it in his throat with a worm claw, playing the maddening melody.

"Draenor! Cover your ears! ”

The exorcist scream came from the thick fog, and he carried a kerosene lamp to fight the "black goats", thorns waving in the air, and splashing black blood almost covered the pale mist.

But this time, Draenor didn't do what the exorcist Rao commanded, and the sound of the flute was indeed very harsh, like the last mournful cry of a goat with its throat slit. But it didn't have the same serious effect on Draenor as before, but it completely ignited the anger in his chest.

"It may continue to work......"

Draenor remembered Amoro's words, and felt the melody pass through the eardrums and nose and swallow directly into his abdomen, completely neutralized by something.

"It's all because you ......"

He took the firearm behind his back, and the greatsword was dragged behind him, leaving behind a blazing spark that gradually approached the monster.

As Emmous lifted his forelimbs to tear him to shreds, Draenor could no longer suppress the swelling fire in his chest, and a hurricane-like roar came out of his throat, embedding the bone blade that was coming at him, lifting the monster up and slamming it to the ground.

The dust had turned the fog a dirty dark gray, and Draenor broke through the smoke, his eyes fixed on the monster lying on the ground, raising his beastly right foot and stomping the hideous head tightly, as if trying to embed it all in the crack of the broken brick.

"Flora!! Look at your shepherd, who has been trampled under the feet of sinners and trampled on your radiance!! ”

The worm of Emmonus struggled frantically, his exposed eyeballs spinning rapidly, desperate to find the moonlight that brought him solace.

Draenor's head, which had almost completely turned into a wolf, slowly lowered, hot saliva burning the eyeballs, and a wave of heat erupted from his mouth, letting out a whisper between a human and a beast:

"It is you who are guilty, Father ......"

The muscles covered in fur tensed, and he held the heavy greatsword high in the air for a second, and the blade slashed into Emmous's skull like a thunderbolt, and his shattered face could no longer show a hideous smile, replaced by despair sinking into the River Styx.

The moment the tentacles and arthropods ceased to struggle completely, a gust of sea breeze pierced through the ruins of the city, driving the fog into the air and disappearing into the night sky with the remnant clouds.

"Take your flock to hell to graze......"

Draenor had regained his human form and struggled to his feet, and he saw that the exorcists in the distance had gathered away the thorns, and the "black goats" had completely disappeared, leaving only a few pools of filthy blood on the ground.

"Draenor ......"

Lopud took two steps forward with Draenor, his right hand tapping him on the shoulder a few times, a hint of admiration in it.

"This road is open, we should go back too, there is still a long way to go."