The guys in the tower were still ramming against the fragile wooden door, and the wooden door was also very angry to continue to hold on and fulfill its duty in the midst of the seemingly violent collision again and again. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Lynch leaned against the door, not rushing in to directly engage with the possessed in the tower, who was obviously insane, he took out the map and spread it out, first glancing at the location of the other supply points.

Well, the closest supply point here is half the city.

This stretch of the road Lynch doesn't think he's lucky enough to run into a stitch monster scavenger to help him deal with a short stretch of the road. Judging by the density of monsters here, Lynch felt that instead of facing other unknown monsters in the city, he might as well try to deal with the slightly weird guys in this tower.

He has already shown at least two skills outside the tower, one is illusion, which should have little effect on Lynch, who has the Eye of Delusion, and the other is a bit like a summoned creature.

These two abilities are not difficult for Lynch to solve, but he does not rule out that in a head-on encounter, the abilities of the guys inside may be greatly enhanced without the interference of this suppression charm.

"Is there anything else to eat in there?"

"Let me out!" the guy inside the door hissed, still banging against the wooden door, which didn't seem sturdy to Lynch.

"Don't bump it, you're making a bit annoying," Lynch folded the map carefully and knocked on the door, "I can't stand it." ”

"Oh, you're not gone?" the guy in the door suddenly fell silent, and his voice became calm again, "I thought you were gone." Let me see. ”

The air around Lynch rippled again, and one eye refocused in the ripples and looked in the direction of the doorway.

Lynch waved his hand at the eye, and then slammed his sword into it, turning it into a cloud of black mist once more.

"It's good that I didn't leave. The guy inside the door was not angry at Lynch's actions in the slightest, and his voice was full of joy: "It's okay for you to stay here with me all the time, and when the Lord comes and purifies us together, I can have a companion anyway." ”

If the first words can be called the whispers of a nervous disease, the latter is not very similar, although a crazy guy can delusionally come up with a "master" at any time, but in this world, in this world where Lynch has almost never heard of any topic related to religion, it is still a little suspicious that a "master" suddenly appears and talks about purification and the like.

"What lord?" asked Lynch, "how to purify you, and bathe you?"

"As soon as I came to this city, I vaguely heard the Lord's call. The voice inside the door began to calm down, but Lynch's keen hearing saw a very small, but very dense squeak sounding from inside the door: "At first I thought it was some hallucination, or some monster affecting me—ah, forgive me, this thought is a blasphemy against the Lord." ”

Lynch quieted down, listening to the neurological patient in the door, and he vaguely felt that he should be able to hear a lot of things from the words of this guy in the door.

The voice inside the door still calmly said to herself: "The longer I have been here, the more obvious the Lord's call becomes. Occasionally, I see something vaguely in my dreams. At first, His voice only appeared in my ears occasionally, and it sounded very distant, but the more I went, His voice got closer and closer until that day. ”

There was no movement.

Lynch, who was listening intently, knocked on the door again: "Are you there? Your story is about to draw me in. ”

As a result, Lynch responded only to squeaks that grew louder and louder.

"Hey!" Lynch tapped the door twice, "What are you doing?

The squeaks became more and more like, as if thousands of small bugs had gathered across the door. Lynch's scalp tingled a little from the sound, and he thought something might be going on inside, so he decided to step back and observe for a moment.

Inside the door there was another voice.

This time the voice sounded a little painful, his words began to be choppy, and his voice weakened: "...... Every time I think of the environment in my dreams, I just think of everything about the Lord, my friend...... You're going to get restless and uncontrollable, and this time you're out of control...... Why is that? Is it fear?"

"Hey, are you alright?" Lynch, who was standing across the door, sensed something was wrong, and he tapped the door again, "Do you want me to let you out?"

"Hehe......" The squeaking inside the door grew louder and louder, almost drowning out his voice: "No need...... I'm dead, I'll come out. ”

"You haven't finished your sentence yet! What happened that day? Was it the day you collectively went crazy?"

"That day......" The voice muttered, and Lynch had to throw his head towards the door.

Dangerous!

Lynch's talent suddenly issued a warning, and he also subconsciously jumped back.

The door panel that had been hit again shattered this time, sharp shards flying in all directions, and the runic paper that had been attached to the door also spontaneously combusted in an instant, and turned into ashes at a rapid speed.

Lynch, who was still in the air, raised his arms to cover his face and squinted at the door.

A figure rushed out of it, and then fell to the ground along with the fragments of the wooden door, but it turned over very quickly, as if stretched, and landed on its slender and long limbs, turning its head upside down, and squeezing its bloody mouth at Lynch, who was standing not far away, like a spider with four legs.

"Can you still speak?" Lynch asked again as he calmly looked at the monster in front of him.

The monster didn't answer, just nervously shook its body and turned its head three hundred and sixty degrees, like a puppet, but the magic was that no matter how its head turned, its eyes kept staring at Lynch.

"Tsk," Lynch exclaimed, and then looked back at the tower, which was no longer covered by a wooden door.

The monster in front of him wasn't much of a threat.

The tower was apparently lit by a number of lamps, and without the door panels, the light from inside shone through the doorway, casting a long band of light on the dark ground.

But in the center of this ribbon of light, although there was still a black shadow in this human form, he should be standing in the doorway, and then the shadow was reflected along the light.

This shadow only appeared for a moment, and then suddenly disappeared in the blink of an eye by Lynch.

Lynch, who had been squeaking inside the door before, couldn't tell anything from the monster in front of him, it was probably from the shadow that was still motionless.

and the "Lord" that the voice had been chanting in his mouth before, also made Lynch a little concerned.