Deep underground ditches, with strange twists and turns, between which flow a wide black river, surrounded by an endless black thick fog.

The water emitted an astonishing chill, slowly flowing into a large, boundless hollow, but instead of descending, it rose along the edge into a tall wall of water.

Inside the cavern stood a series of tower-like buildings, deep in the mud, divided into many layers, each with a dim yellow glow from the bottom up.

It was an enclosed space two hundred miles below Edinburgh, but just a week ago there was nothing but mineral deposits and groundwater.

In the center of the cavern's inner complex, a cylindrical altar burning with blood-colored flames was piled up, and the deep and vast negative energy continued to escape as the flames burned, making the surrounding space chill.

At the center of the circle on the surface of the altar is a glazed curtain wall about twenty yards in diameter, through which the firelight leaves dark red markings on a man. His face was shrouded in shadows, and his illustrious status was only discernible from his priceless Highland gown and well-groomed hands.

The space beneath the altar is spacious, with elaborate mahogany furniture and silver cutlery, and the floor is also made of translucent glazed material, underneath which is the remains of a troll covered in metal pouring.

The troll towered like a towering fortress, its head and neck roaring, half of its body buried in the mud, and the entire altar rested on its back like a parasitic tumor.

The metal shell was mottled and decayed, revealing its dark green and blackened natural color. The exoskeleton that makes up this color has an icy edge as steel. I don't know how thick the scales are deposited on the edges, and they have long since hardened into hard clods.

The troll's true feature is its ugly, angular triangular head filled with silver metal in its sunken eye sockets. The original color is not recognizable.

Inside the burning altar, the man opened his eyes, and the blood-colored light passed through the glass curtain wall and the viscous negative energy, and fell into a corner of the sky above.

"Come out, the phantom hiding under the eyes. ”

He raised his hand and pointed, and a black mist rolled over the space, and a man in a black robe flew out. A stocky figure in a white ghost mask. On the mask was a swollen and deformed greedy smile, a gray flame burning in the pupilless eyes, and a strange stance looming around the body. It represents one of the users of the power of hell.

"Hehehehe, he can actually discover my existence, and he is worthy of being the one who stole the power of the evil god. It rubbed its hands together like fins, and the sound of sinister laughter kept coming from all over the space.

"What are you. What is the purpose of looking for me? Don't want to leave alive. ”

The man in a Celtic suit stood up from the bench, his gray gaze on each other, his voice like a mechanical polish, without the slightest emotional fluctuation.

"Hee-hee-hee. ”

It swam to the glass curtain wall, drilled hard, and floated in front of the other party like a bubble:

"I am on the orders of my master to give you a special gift. ”

"I do not accept gifts for no reason, and I have no interest in your master. As for you, you can stay...... Because I'm interested in your body structure. ”

The man's right arm under the long sleeve swelled out of shape. Accompanied by a splash of dark green slime, a brown tentacle covered with sarcoma broke through the sleeve and instantly wrapped around the short and fat figure.

"Hee-hee-hee. ”

As soon as it was wrapped in tentacles, it shattered into large and small black bubbles, flew behind the other party and reunited back to its original form:

"I don't think you can do that. ”

"I can't kill you, but in that case, I've taken a little interest in your master. ”

The man said expressionlessly, his tentacles smashed to the ground with a puddle of slime, and after twitching and rolling for a moment like a mad python, he gradually recovered his arm.

"Tell me, who is he?" he looked at each other indifferently.

"Hee-hee-hee, it doesn't matter who he is, what matters is that he has the same opponent as you. ”

The short and fat figure patted his fins, flew in front of the other party, and said with a smile:

"He, like you, hates the man who now controls the Highlands. He, like you, is looking forward to the country falling into chaos. Like you, he wants to turn this world into a perfect world with nothing but brimstone and blood. ”

"It was unexpected...... I thought that the only people I had the same heart were demons. The man turned his head to look at the other, a gleam in his gray eyes.

"Hee-hee-hee. It chuckled.

"But I'm still not interested in accepting his gifts, and if I want to cooperate, I'll let him come in person. The man stared at the other's mask, a dark red flame burning in his eyes:

"Either get out, or I'll really get you out. ”

"Hehehehe, my master is very sincere, he didn't come here in person because he couldn't help it, after all, the guardian of this world is too strong. ”

It didn't seem to care about the other party's eviction order at all, and after a few backflips, it floated directly in front of the man:

"Let's take a look at the gift first, and you'll be satisfied. ”

"I don't want to repeat it a second time...... Huh!?"

He jerked his head up, his gaze looking up into the space, and a hint of surprise gradually appeared on his stiff face.

Whew!

Suddenly, there was a loud roar that shook the earth, and a pitch-black void crack suddenly cracked above the ground, and a blood-colored flesh cocoon with a diameter of hundreds of yards squeezed out of the spatial fault. With a heavy burning blood light, it smashed into the building complex like a meteorite, stirring up waves of dust like a tsunami.

"Hehehehe, you collect a huge amount of negative energy and forge the Death Knell Altar just to resurrect this Hydra. Unfortunately, even if it is resurrected, it will not be able to exert the power of the period of total victory. ”

It paddled its fins, spun around him in a backstroke position, and continued to laugh: "Compared to this Hydra who has been dead for thousands of years, I think that an embryonic demon god is more suitable for you now." ”

"You can come up with such a treasure......

The man's eyes were full of eagerness as he looked at the blood cocoon, but his voice was still cold and stiff:

"Who is your master?"

"Hee-hee-hee. His name is Duriel, and his enemies call him the Maggot King out of fear, but we followers. Prefer to call him the Prince of Voodoo. The demon servant replied with a wicked smile.

"The King of Maggots...... I love this title. ”

The man looked away from the blood cocoon and narrowed his eyes imperceptibly.

......

A yellow-reddish evening sky with a faint silver starry sky.

By the time Lydia woke up from her deep sleep, the sun was already shaking. The female knight got up sleepily, subconsciously rubbed her waist and buttocks, and found that the swelling had subsided.

She hugged the pillow and looked sideways at the paper bag wrapped in the medicine on the small table opposite. I couldn't help but smile.

A little flesh injury is really not a big deal for the Knight of Origin. All you need is a good nap to fully recover.

Lydia rolled on the bed with her pillow in her arms for a while, eating and giggling from time to time, and suddenly remembered what was going on. Jump out of bed immediately. quickly put on the military uniform, and rushed out of the tent in a puff of smoke.

Compared to the metropolis of Rosevia, Edinburgh is much quieter at night, with no noisy night markets, no vendors, and even pubs close early.

Such a deserted street is the most popular environment for sneak attackers, so it is necessary to be more cautious and vigilant - the guards who have already suffered a loss are naturally more needed.

Before the night falls. The guards used one brigade after another as nodes to blockade the western suburbs of Edinburgh. Lydia and the Fisheries Team kept going back and forth, just in case.

And somewhere in the dark, an attack on the top of the military management office is still slowly brewing.

"My lord, that's them. ”

With a deliberately low voice, a messenger-like figure walked to the window and carefully lifted the heavy curtain on one side.

As a result, the empty shopping streets in the western suburbs were immediately presented to the assassins through the window panes on the third floor.

One of the men quickly saw his target, Goethe and Lolo, who were at the forefront of the army.

"The man at the front was Goethe, a legendary mercenary, but this one was part-time, and his real profession was an adventurer. The most lethal part is the lower limbs, and the power of a one-move cancer pincer kill is extremely great, which can make people break into two in minutes. The boy who looks like a pretty girl in the back is Lolo, and the Goethe is a companion, and he is good at using a metal secret weapon shaped like a rose......""

The other said in a clear and fluent tone:

"These two men had been mercenaries for a while, so we were lucky enough to get a chance to be evaluated, and the results were not encouraging. In terms of the strength shown in their resumes, both of these men have a lot of strength...... Strong enough to fight against the Scourge Knights......"

"It's a bit tricky......"

The leader frowned and interrupted his subordinates' comments: "If they keep following the team, it will be difficult for us to succeed, and we must find a way to separate them from the team." ”

"I'll do my best. The subordinate bowed his head.

"Before, Oster failed to assassinate the woman named Lydia, and now their upper echelons must be very vigilant, be careful not to show flaws. ”

"Yes. ”

"Go, I'm waiting for your good news. ”

The man nodded, and turned his gaze to the patrol team again, and a few thick green tendons suddenly protruded from his face, and disappeared.

......

"You must have a hard time imagining what I've found!" Beverly said excitedly, holding a shorthand book.

"The grave robber named Hank actually communicated with several members of our Forces nouvelles a few days ago, and according to them, he was followed by a young man at the time. The two men seemed to be very eager to leave the western suburbs, but they did not succeed because the docks and various transport interchanges were blocked at the time. ”

"A young man?"

Yalei looked up at him and frowned, "Is that the tomb robber named Will?"

"No, no, no, the grave robber named Will is Chinese New Year's Eve three years old today, and that young man, no more than twenty years old. They had always referred to each other as father and son, and Hank had no son at all, so I felt that the young man should be another of his accomplices. ”

"Another accomplice, and then what?"

"And then there's the wonderful place. ”

The red-haired boy put down his shorthand notebook with a fluttering eyebrow, leaned in front of the black-haired knight, and said vigorously:

"The young man's name was Derek, and he had disappeared, and given the time and place, I could tell that the two of them must have fled together. ”

"Nice reasoning, go on. Yare clapped softly.

Beverly, who was encouraged, instantly swelled his momentum, squeezed his fists hard, and said excitedly:

"However, the official channels have been blocked by us, and they have either been killed and mutilated, or they have left here through some underground channels. These underground organizations must have a connection with official channels, so I started my investigation with the blockade forces in various garrisons, and at the same time inquired about underground smuggling organizations near the western suburbs. ”

"And then, you found the smuggling organization in the western suburbs?" the black-haired knight gradually caught up.

"Correct answer!"

The red-haired boy gave Yalei a thumbs up in both hands, then patted his chest and continued with a proud face:

"Through interrogation of the blockade army and private inquiries about the smuggling organization, I really found a smuggling organization in the western suburbs of the mountains! It was a smuggling organization dressed in the skin of a church, and the snakehead's nickname was Iron Hand, and he was actually a real priest!"

"The world is going down. "The black-haired knight is already immersed in the rhythm.

"Guess what I found out by investigating this priest?" Beverly got carried away and began to sell off.

"They're the prisoners who helped Hank and Derek smuggle in?"

"It's not all!"

The red-haired boy said that he was thirsty, so he took a sip of the teacup in front of Yalei, and then rolled his eyes bitterly by the extra thick juice tea, and finally swallowed it:

"Do you remember the dead man named Jeffrey?"

"Jeffrey...... I have the impression that his profession seems to be a snakehead!" The black-haired knight began to sway to the rhythm.

"The head of the smuggler responsible for smuggling Hank and Derek is this Jeffrey, and based on the guy's autopsy report, it is presumed that he had been dead for several days at that time. ”

The rhythm master leaned down, his eyes fixed on Yalei, and asked word by word, "Why did a dead snake head suddenly appear, and why did these two people rush to smuggle in, don't you think it's strange?"

"You think there's some kind of connection between that?" the black-haired knight continued to sway.

"There must be some kind of connection! Because since then, the resurrected Jeffrey has disappeared with Hank and Derek, and no one has seen them again, not even the head of the snake on the other side. It was as if the three of them had suddenly evaporated from the world, and there was no more information. ”

Beverly raised his head, dragged his chin with his right hand, and said in a distracted voice, "According to my guess, this Jeffrey must have gone to kill those two tomb robbers!" (To be continued.) )