A group of black-robed figures appeared in the darkness.

These people wore strange faceless masks, the white mask only had a pair of hollow eyes, and the black robe had a special dark red emblem on it, which was engraved with a huge silkworm chrysalis of a distorted distortion, and the edges of the entire emblem depicted a strange dark green liquid, and this strange silkworm chrysalis with seven pairs of eyes was encased in it.

The black robes that suddenly appeared were completely fearless of death, and they were not afraid of death to block the path of the witchers.

These people are a mixed group of members, not only skilled adventurers, but also dark wizards who use spells, and there are even men, women, and children in the members, and the only thing they have in common is that they completely ignore death, and one by one they use their lives to block the approach of the witchers.

"Something is wrong!"

"We have to rush in quickly!" Yang said with a frown.

A strange murmur sounded in everyone's ears, and the whisper of sobbing made all the witchers feel very uncomfortable, even if they were strong-willed warriors who had fought a hundred battles, but at this moment some people gradually became dazed and confused.

"Whispers of evil creatures!"

"Shut up everyone!" the old witcher's roar rang out.

In a flash.

Many people seemed to wake up to their senses, but one or two demon hunters had already been stabbed by the black-robed knives that surrounded them, and these extremely powerful warriors were killed without any resistance.

"Paqui!" the old witcher let out a roar of grief and indignation, and the figure suddenly rushed forward and beheaded a woman in black robes.

He quickly took out a bottle of potion and poured it into his companion's mouth, but this witcher had already been pierced through the heart, relying on his extremely strong physique to not die on the spot, this young witcher named Pa Kui coughed, streams of blood spilled out, and he gasped with difficulty: "Little ...... Be careful...... Uncle Hank......"

"Help...... Help me get this to Anil......"

With his palms hanging limply, the old witcher leaned over and picked up the mottled and discolored bracelet, and slowly closed the dead man's eyes.

Hank, an old witcher, had seen too many deaths, but his heart was still full of anger and sadness when he witnessed the death of his companion, he was still a young man, and he hadn't even had time to marry and have children.

Sonorous.

The old demon hunter raised the dark red long sword in his hand and slashed it in his palm, and a trace of blood oozed from the wound, as if it was a living thing, wrapped around the dark red rune of the demon slaying sword, and the blood seeped into the rune little by little, and finally the entire long sword became blood red.

"Uncle Hank, you can't sacrifice your sword with your own blood anymore......"

"Your body won't be able to hold ......"

A girl's voice full of worry sounded, and she didn't even have time to stop it, but she saw that the Demon Slayer Sword was frantically absorbing the blood of the old witcher, and then a powerful vitality was fed back to the old witcher's body.

Afterimage streaks!

The speed of the old witcher suddenly reached the limit of the naked eye, and he ejected like a ghost, as if his body had recovered to the peak state of his life, and even stronger and faster than at that time, accompanied by the blood light in the air, the black-robed people in front of him who were not afraid of death fell one after another, and all the enemies were killed by one blow!

"Rush in!"

"The evil thing is coming out!"

Wielding a strange straight-edged knife, Yang slammed into the castle, and the other witchers quickly followed.

The entire castle was filled with a strange fog at the moment, an invisible evil force field enveloped everything, and the whispering sound of sobbing was still ringing, and many young witchers showed a trace of pain.

"The others were outside. ”

"Yang!"

"Let's go in!" the old witcher said.

The road ahead was clear, most of the black robes were dead outside, and occasionally a few cold corpses could be seen, as if they had been dead for some time.

"In the basement!" Yang said with his eyes snapped.

Touch.

The heavy door was slammed open by the old witcher, and as they rushed inside, an eerie altar appeared in front of them.

The ground was mottled with blood.

The walls were carved with many evil reliefs, most of them a strange and twisted giant silkworm chrysalis, seven pairs of eyes inlaid with dark green gems, watching everyone as if they were living creatures, and rows of candles were lit in the corners of the basement, and when they entered the place, suddenly a gloomy wind blew, and all the white candle flames turned dark green, and the whispers of the ghosts full of resentment were heard, and even white ghosts could be seen wandering among the candles.

"You're late!"

"The master has been born...... Give your flesh and soul...... Be the host's food bar......"

A woman's voice full of pain and excitement came.

She had a charming face, she looked like a glamorous lady in her thirties, wearing a dark red robe, her belly bulging as if she was pregnant in October, and at the moment her high bulging belly was constantly wriggling, accompanied by a sharp sizzling sound, a twisted silkworm chrysalis creature was constantly burrowing out of her lower body.

Blood flowed out with dark green mucus.

Even though he had seen many monsters with distorted appearances, the disgusting picture in front of him at this moment still made the faces of the two old demon hunters change slightly.

"Hahaha...... The host came ......."

The beautiful lady was covered with blood at the moment, her expression gradually became distorted and hideous, she had just completed the birth, she endured the weakness of her body, as if she was a pilgrimage, and held up the chrysalis-like monster with her lower body constantly wriggling, and muttered: "The blood moon is coming......"

"Everything will end in the chrysalis of nightmares...... ...... hosts"

"Ah......h

"The host...... Don't ......"

A terrible scream sounded, and the silkworm chrysalis-like monster in her hand suddenly ejected a dark red sucker tentacle, which pierced directly into the woman's abdomen, and then a large amount of blood and flesh was extracted, and the originally beautiful lady in front of her turned into a skeleton with only a layer of human skin left in the blink of an eye.

The essence of flesh and blood made the silkworm chrysalis monster in front of him swell up rapidly, as if it was inflated, and it became the size of a person in the blink of an eye.

A pair of dark green eyes opened!

The nightmare chrysalis with seven pairs of eyes awoke, its eyes full of violence, terror, hatred, and madness glaring coldly at the witcher in front of him, not looking like a newborn monster at all, but like some more ancient and evil terrible creature, the faint green candle flame kept flickering, and suddenly the entire basement was plunged into endless darkness.

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