The appearance of Albert, the old butler, was not surprising, in fact, it was an incredible thing that there was such a commotion in the manor. ｀｀

Number 86 glanced at Mott and Semar, and stood up first and walked over. At this point, there was no point in sitting here waiting for the next round of attacks from the Blood Beasts. What's more, No. 86 and his party still haven't figured out why there are so many demons in this manor, let alone who the main messenger is. In Mott's words, the demons of Burning Hell, though bloodthirsty, are definitely not jumper-headed madmen. If they don't have a significant stake, they will never waste a single soldier on a boring matter.

Then the next question is just what their purpose is, so no matter which way you look at it, whether the mistress of this manor is a victim or the mastermind, 86 and his party must see her as soon as possible. And the key to this step falls on the stereotypical old butler.

The old butler saw No. 86 and the others walking towards him, and decisively turned to face them, judging from his expression, it seemed that he had not been affected by the attack just now. It's still a low gaze, or the corners of your mouth that are tightly pursed, and even your back that is instantly straightened, there is no difference from usual.

"Thank you both for your help in the attack just now...... If this is your case, I believe that Mr. Al Black's misunderstanding should be properly resolved. The butler looked at No. 86 and brought Galil's case lightly, "After tonight's attack has passed, you will receive a large honorarium, and I am sure that the amount will be satisfactory to both of you." His voice paused in an undulating tone, "Then." Please get out of here, and I hope you'll keep your mouth shut about what's going on here......"

Semar was stunned. For some reason, he felt the urge to laugh. However, the number 86 is clearly not as gentle as he is. "Mr. Butler, do you think we are bounty hunters with only gold coins in our eyes?!" he stepped forward, his low voice a little hoarse with anger, "I have no interest in your gold coins and false gratitude!

Albert's gray eyebrows jumped a few times, and his tone gradually turned cold. "I believe it. We have the power to take care of what happens inside the manor!, and Mr. Bolles, the chief of the guard, will be responsible for the safety of the place," he said, glancing at the barbarian standing nearby, but Pollus frowned and did not speak. "So, please both think carefully and accept my suggestion, I don't want the end result to be too embarrassing. ”

Floating in the air, Mott showed a face full of disdain. "Thankfully, I don't have anything but my head, otherwise I would have smashed this guy's nose with my fist......"

Number 86 has also had enough of this seemingly polite, but non-progressive, conversation. "I want to see the lady of this manor. Immediately, immediately!" he said, "I'm not talking to you about robbers. Or some innocuous hairy thief! but hordes of demons, demons from Burning Hell! If you can't find their masters, everyone here will be killed! They'll all be killed! Die with your ridiculous pride!"

"Don't you understand what I mean?" the old butler seemed to suppress his anger as he stood on the steps and looked down at Number 86, "If our manor is associated with an unknown 'gardener', a wizard who has mastered witchcraft, a group of so-called demons, it will have the worst effect on Madame's reputation! "Let me be lost, gentlemen......"

Number 86 was just about to speak. A shrill roar interrupted the unpleasant conversation, and the chaos in the hall. The voice was unusually loud. But it was full of heart-palpitating hideousness, and what was even more terrifying was that this roar obviously came from outside, from the dark night.

In an instant, everyone's movements stopped, as if they had been immobilized by a spell, and the entire hall was silent. Gradually, the confusion in the eyes of the people turned into visceral horror, and they turned their heads stiffly like puppets that had not been oiled for a long time, and cast their eyes on the dark night outside, which seemed to be filled with the smell of death, without saying a word.

The roar continued, like the waves crashing against the shore at high tide, and the head-tingling depression poured into the hearts of the people. At the moment when the taut heartstrings were about to break, the roaring outside finally stopped, but Number 86 looked pale at the barbarian standing across from him, and from the other party's gaze, he got the same answer - the temptation is over, and the war has just begun.

Pollus's brows furrowed even tighter, and he directly left No. 86 and the others behind and ran to the main entrance of the mansion. Behind him, Semarmotte, and No. 86, who was pulling Tik Jr., ran after him, and even the old butler Albert gave up his intention of turning away.

Pushing aside the guards crowded at the door, Pollus and No. 86 stood under the pillar and looked up, and by the light that shone from the mansion, they found that the entire manor had fallen into an eerie dead silence, with only clusters of agile black shadows gathering at high speed in the thick night.

On the main road, which was cemented by gravel, several burly black figures were moving slowly with low footsteps, their movements were slow and looked extremely awkward. But when they stepped into the area of the building's firelight illuminating the main road, even the barbarians, who had always kept their composure, gasped, and Number 86 directly blocked Tik's eyes.

I saw five or six "bloody men" covered in crimson come out of the darkness, their clothes had been shattered into filthy rags by bulging muscles, and they were draped over their bodies haphazardly. Exposed tendons and unnaturally jittery muscles mingled with dark red blood, leaving a disgusting smudge behind each step. Their skin, except for the eyes and around their foreheads, was still intact, and the rest of their skin seemed to be torn apart, clatching to their bodies in a pale state.

Moving forward a little bit, the sudden light seemed to make them a little uncomfortable, and they subconsciously raised their arms to cover their eyes. Soon, though. Together, they stopped not far away, and the arm that was blocking their faces slowly moved to the side, behind the palms of their hands. Number 86 saw a pair of blood-red, murderous eyes.

"What the fuck is this?!" asked 86 in a low voice, clutching the mace in his hand.

"I'm afraid. I'm afraid it's the missing servants of the manor......" The barbarian said, pointing to a bloody man who had fallen behind, "Judging by the guy's unexploded skin, it should be the second-class servant Agri who disappeared a few days ago," he paused for a moment and took a deep breath, and continued, "It turns out that they have been ...... It's been turned like this......"

Following the direction pointed by Poles, No. 86 and others noticed the "familiar" figure, which is why it is said to be familiar. Just because the bloody man looked like a human. "It turns out that the reason why it hasn't moved all this time is because it needs time to wait for it to hatch......" The voice of the skull rang in the minds of 86 and Semar.

"What do you mean?" the mage asked.

"I don't know the names of these demon masters, but I've encountered similar ones in my missions. "They will use their own blood to make 'seeds', bury them in the bodies of living people, and wait for them to merge and grow, and eventually hatch into a host and become their own slaves." It takes about twenty days...... it says, "and as you can see, there are only two or three truly completed bodies. Others are slightly worse and even remain humanoid. ”

Mott's voice was a little erratic, as if he was laughing at something. "What's even more ridiculous. This ancient method of cultivation was once present in abundance in many of the cults that maintained demonic worship, and they, the group of believers, called it a 'gift from God,' quack quack......"

"Well, then why didn't the owners of this group of demons keep waiting? just wait another ten days, and all the hatching will be complete......," said Number 86, suddenly closing his mouth. This is a very ridiculous question, there is no bargaining for slaughter. The reason why they didn't wait for all the hosts to hatch was because the other party felt that these monsters had killed everyone. Enough is enough, like a game of addition and subtraction.

It seems to confirm the idea of number 86. More and more young beasts and adult blood beasts frantically gathered around the blood man, and a pair of eyes that kept flashing cold in the night stared at No. 86 and the others, there were hundreds of them, and what was even more terrifying was that the momentum of such a gradual gathering had no intention of stopping at all. The rustle of their restless paws against the stones, and the gurgling of their nostrils, rushed madly into their eardrums, tearing at the nerves of all.

"The seeds of no host, the blood of the livestock, the young beasts and the adult blood beasts, for a whole month, the evil of hell took root in this manor, until it broke out completely tonight. Skull looked at the locust-like blood beast in front of him and said, "Boss, if we don't kill their masters immediately, the only way that awaits us is death." Believe me, what happens here will be a massacre, and there will not be a single living ......"

Before No. 86 could speak, Pollus, who was standing next to him, had already shouted loudly. "Everyone! pile me up tables and chairs at the door, the more the better! The guards are in front, the servants are behind! All the men who can move, take up arms for me, quick!" The barbarian retreated to the door and commanded in a loud voice, "I need lamp oil! Lots of lamp oil, maids, put down the corners of your skirts in your hands! Bottles and jars, anything! Fill them up and stuff them with linen! If you don't want to die, move me at once! Quick, quick, quick!"

With the order of the chief of the guard, everyone crowded in the hall immediately became busy. All but the more seriously wounded, all men, guards and servants, ran up without touching their feet, and a large number of richly decorated tables and chairs were removed from their original positions, which had been displayed for at least decades, and piled up at the main entrance of the hall. Many of the decorative knights' armor and the weapons that hung on the walls were taken down, either as temporary armor or as weapons in the hand. The only thing to be thankful for is that these blades are not flashy, and they can still play a role in the critical moment.

The maids, wearing headbands and long black dresses, found a large amount of lamp oil and all kinds of bottles and jars, and they either broke the sun-dried mop or tore the apron directly, and stored all the bottles filled with lamp oil with strips of cloth for ignition. Everyone, everyone is desperately busy, because they know very well that at this moment, if they want to live, they can only save themselves!

Time was getting tighter, and Pollus suddenly walked over to No. 86 and the others, and lowered his voice as much as he could. "I, can I trust you?!" he asked, looking unusually solemn to 86 and Semar.

No. 86 was stunned for a moment, and glanced at the mage. "Mr. Guard, in fact, this sentence should have been asked by us......" He met the barbarian's gaze, "We, can we believe you?"

Albert, who had not spoken all this time, finally couldn't help it. "What do you want to do, Pollus?" he asked, grabbing the barbarian's arm, frowning.

"Take them to Madame, Albert!" the voice of the chief of the guard was very firm, without a trace of ups and downs, "it is enough to have me here, Madame's safety must be guaranteed!"

The old butler's pupils shrank suddenly. "Are you crazy?!A murderer, a wizard!You want me to put the safety of my wife on them!" Albert's voice was deliberately muffled by him, sounding a little distorted, and in the impression of Number 86, he had never been so out of shape. "We have here the Inspector of Simaqi, his men, and at least twenty guards, and a dozen servants who can take up arms!

The inspector, who had been hiding behind his men, finally waited for the opportunity to reappear, and he hurriedly tidied up his messy clothes and stepped forward. "Yes, as Mr. Butler said, I and my loyal guards will be able to protect Madame's safety! I can swear by my soul!" he said, glancing at several of his men behind him, and slamming his boots together.

However, the Barbarians and the others directly ignored the existence of the Inspector. "As far as I feel, Mr. Butler, and, I insist!" replied Pollus stiffly, not giving way.

"You!" the old butler could no longer maintain his demeanor, and slammed his palm against the handrail of the stairs, and his silver hair jumped sharply on his scalp.

"Don't waste any more time!" Semar suddenly took a step forward and put himself in front of the old butler, two flames suddenly popped out of his clenched fists, "We don't need your trust, and you have no other choice!"

An offensive anger suddenly appeared on Albert's emaciated and rugged face, and just then, an even sharper roar came from outside. The barbarian immediately rushed out of the hall, only to see a bloody man standing at the forefront of the dense blood beasts, raising his right hand high, the muscles and bones exposed, swelling to the top of the arm the size of half his body, and the sharp claws reflected a palpitating black light in the firelight. And the blood beasts beside it in those episodes let out an earth-shattering roar almost at the same time!

"Get out of here!" the barbarian yelled at 86 and the others, then dragged past the two guards who had been following him, "Follow them!

"Yes, yes!" replied the two guards at once. On the other side, the old butler finally bit his teeth hard, turned around and walked up the stairs quickly. Behind him, the inspector and his men hurried to follow.

"Let's go, boss!" Mott said, running up the stairs with Semar and the two guards. Number 86 squeezed Tik's palm. "Don't be afraid, no matter what happens, keep up with me, understand?"

"Yes, sir......" the boy nodded, he was already frightened, and his slightly red eyes seemed to be overflowing with tears in the next moment.

Number 86 took a deep breath and looked back one last time. He saw the layers of guards and servants blocking the doorway, the maids shivering in their arms, and the barbarian who stood like a rock in front of them. By this time, he had already carried the great axe, and a long chain of iron chains hung from his arm, rubbing against each other and clanging. "Good luck, warrior!" he said to himself, pulling Tik tighter and turning to chase after him. (To be continued) >