As the old saying goes, you can't enter the forest, let alone the dark hole that doesn't know how deep it is, Luke decisively chose to follow his heart and sent a few crows to fly in from the hole.

Four or five crows fluttered and flew into the depths, and the tunnel for humans to crawl through was still relatively spacious for them, but it was not easy to avoid when they might be attacked.

Just like now, the first crow flew in for a few minutes, and was spotted by the rats shuttling through the crypt, and the rats saw the fresh blood food, piled up in a ball, and swarmed at the crows, and because the roof of the cave was too low, the crows had nowhere to hide, and they were about to die.

Of course not.

After all, these crows were carefully cultivated by Luke with the power of fear, and even if they were terrain disadvantages, they would not be abused by these ordinary rats.

A few crows flapped their wings and moved a little distance again, and then the bony organs above their heads began to emit a thin black smoke outward, and the mist of [Mist of Fear] instantly covered their backs as it flew, causing fear hallucinations to the rats and weakening their soul protection.

The rats didn't know what they saw in the fog of fear, and instantly began to stir, the rats spun around in place inexplicably, and some lay flat on the ground, exposing their bellies, as if to show submission, and most of them gave up the attack on the crows.

This is not over, Luke is not just beaten and does not fight back, these rats dare to attack Luke's crows, naturally there is a way to die, with his command, the crows in the passage began to let out a piercing hiss, in the tragic chirp, the double sense of fear began to spread among the rats, and the slight cool soul damage attached to the hissing was also very considerable in the case of [Fear Mist] weakening protection.

"Squeak Squeak"

The rats made a hurried sound of uneasiness and fear, shivering, stiffening limbs, dilated pupils, foaming at the mouth, and under the double blow of mist and hissing, they were directly killed by fear and the sting of their souls, and in a short time the disgusting viscous unknown liquid on the ground was filled with filthy mouse corpses.

The crows swept over the pile of corpses without pause, continuing deeper into the cavern. As the distance grew, the cave began to divide into different forks, and the number of crows soon ran out, so Luke sent half of the remaining crows in to explore together.

After about ten minutes, a crow finally explored the deep and empty cult dwelling, and Luke also saw the scene from the shared vision, the miserable white skeletons all over the ground, the large number of rats walking randomly among the skeletons, the strange and twisted murals on the surrounding walls, the statue of Cthulhu, and the cultist who knelt on the ground under the statue like dried bacon.

Finally found you!

Although there is only one at present, the other cultists should not even think of running away.

Alarmed by the sound of the crow flapping its wings, the cultist stood up from the statue, looked back, and saw that it was a crow, and a trace of contempt flashed in his eyes, "Who is it?" Dare to spy into God's dwelling-place! ”

He turned to face the crow, his right hand stood up in front of him, and with a diagonal wave, the palm of the hand connected the entire arm, and turned into a slippery and slender tentacle at the moment of swinging out, extending more than ten meters, and falling on the crow.

Fortunately, the tentacle didn't use any force to hang it directly, but instead twisted and writhed in an attempt to bring it back to the cultist.

The crow unleashed, but the sinister tentacle also had an extraordinary power, and it was still wrapped in the tentacle, so it had to use its claws and sharp beak to attack the tentacles wrapped around its body.

The sudden pain made the cultist's nerves jerk, and instead of subconsciously letting go like an ordinary person, he suddenly increased the power of the binding several times, directly crushing the crow caught in his tentacle into a ball of flesh.

The cultist angrily threw the clump of crow to the ground, and let out a few inexplicable roars from his mouth, and the rats running around on the ground heard the roar, and were silent for a second or two, and then split into two groups, one rushing out of the exit to find traces of other intruders.

The other group lined up to get under his black robe, which seemed to be some kind of space prop with infinite capacity, at least hundreds of nearly a thousand mice got into it, and none of them came out.

With the influx of rats, the cultist's shriveled and tense body, like air-dried bacon, gradually swelled and plumped, and he smiled with satisfaction.

"Come on, kids, come on"

"Hey, hey, let Daddy taste your little tail."

After saying that, on his face, something black, slender, and furry began to grow, and that was. Rat's tail.

Like the evil god he believed in, he turned into an octopus head, but the tentacles under the octopus were not fleshy sucker brachiopods, but slender black rat tails.

The tails started at his jaw, twisted and growing, each wiggling irregularly, occasionally tangled together and tied into a dead knot, making him look even more disgusting than a mouse.

On the ground, Luke was equally furious.

Fuck, dare to kill my birds?

Under the cautious side, although he did not have the courage to directly rush to the underground residence to find trouble for the cultists, he still had the courage to make some small moves on the ground, not only there, but also very much.

He directly activated the fire spell ability strengthened by the divine "fire", without the need for a spell model structure, and the vigorous superpower energy was directly transformed into a blazing orange flame under his thoughts, and with the participation of the divinity, it turned into a pink and shiny viscous magma.

Hot lava flowed down the hole where the raven had found, and in Luke's manipulation, it flowed firmly towards the cult's dwellings. Along the way, both dead and live rats were swept into the magma, and their skin, flesh and bones burned together, turning into an inconspicuous black impurity in the magma.

Just now, Luke has observed the terrain of the cult's residence through the crow, except for that oblique passage, there is no other exit, as long as it is blocked with magma in advance, all the cult believers Cthulhu monsters will be turned into ashes by Lao Tzu!

In Cthulhu's abode, a scorching wave of air came through the tunnel, alarming the cultist who had just awakened.

His hands turned into tentacles, and he pulled himself to the mouth of the tunnel, poking his head out and looking out. Then he saw a large number of rats that had not received the command, fleeing in their direction under the pursuit of magma. As for the rats who got the order, with Cthulhu's gift, his orders could completely suppress the rats' survival instincts, so those rats all heroically became ashes in the magma.

Looking at the rolling magma, the cultists' eyes were shocked, how could the magma come out of the good tunnel?

Could it be that Nilva's dog was wrong when he chose to choose a site and chose to sew it in some depth?

I've never heard of a volcano in Phoenix.

In short, no matter whose problem it is, let's figure out how to escape first.

The cultist's brain teaser is in a hurry, for the sake of safety and concealment, there is only one exit to this temple, and the exit has been blocked by magma, and he currently has only two options.

If you stay in this abode and climb to the height of the temple, the temple is very large, the top is extremely high, and it is unlikely that you will be completely flooded by magma, but even if you can survive now, the magma is cooled, the entrance and exit are sealed, and the temple is destroyed, and you have lost the ability to sleep, and this place is likely to become a living coffin, suffocating yourself to death.

If you choose to rush out, it is to bet that your skin is thick enough.

I have so many rats and the gifts of God.

I can!

The cultist suddenly thought of an interesting news he had read before, saying that when ants encounter a fire, they can huddle together and rush out of the flames.

I could have controlled the rats to huddle me up, surround me, and rush out. If ants can live, so can I.

The cultist had obviously not thought of the difference between flame and magma, or rather, his brain, which had been licked by the tentacles of the evil god, was already at a super level to be able to think of this method.

The cultist let out a strange roar again, and the rat's tail on his chin was furrowed, as if to reinforce his command. When the fleeing rats heard this, they came to him, surrounded him, and wrapped him.

Soon, the cultists discovered an embarrassing fact, there were too many rats, the holes were too low, and the piles of several layers had reached the top. As a cultist of the evil gods, he was super powerful, and he didn't hesitate at all, letting the other rats stand in front and rush in the direction of the magma.

Soon, the rats collided with the magma.

The flesh that has not been transformed by extraordinary energy is as fragile as a piece of paper in front of thousands of degrees of magma, and the difference is probably that it needs to be burned for a while before it can turn to ashes.

The sacrifice of the rat swarm in front of him really blocked the footsteps of the magma for a moment.

The cultist excitedly commanded the rats around him, rush!

The fit pounces into the lava.

Then he figured out something was wrong, this fucking swarm of rats, leaking, oh no, leaking magma.

The orange-red slurry flowed permeantly into the space where the rats died and the crevices where the rats crawled, scalding more rats and creating even bigger gaps.

Yes.

As the magma invasion grew, the cultists started to get annoyed at the core of the rat swarm, and damn, this was not the script I had in mind.

Bright magma has begun to come into contact with his outer skin.

The cultist pulled the pendant off his chest and held it in his hand, and the whole person changed dramatically in an instant, his two arms turned into soft tentacles, his lower body turned into a black long-haired mouse body, and his face became dirty and narrow.

His tentacles began to secrete mucus profusely, and the pitch-black fur on his body clung to his body, trying to keep him out of the heat. "I, Jaquis, I'm going to extinguish this bullshit magma today and change my life against the sky!"

"Great Cthulhu save me!"

"Cao Nima's Nilva is hurting me."

The magma engulfed him in an instant, not even a single bubble, and continued to move forward, swallowing all the remaining rats before stopping the flow.

The Cultist's Cthulhu pendant shattered quietly when he died, turning into powder, passing on his last words of life.

This person, is there any serious illness, and he took the initiative to drill into the magma, which is worthy of being a cultist.

Their teachings can't be collective suicide, right?

Such a large-scale and long-term use of magma ability has consumed a lot of Luke's spiritual energy, and he saw that the cultists in the passage had completely settled the account, and the experience points generated after death were also absorbed by the ability tree along with the spiritual tentacles on the lava, so he withdrew his spiritual power. The magma forged by the transcendent energy began to disintegrate and dissipate after losing its subsequent support.

Luke sent the crows to probe again, but there were no more interesting creatures underground, and eventually all the ravens who entered the cave met in the empty cult dwellings. The crows shuttled back and forth several times, and found nothing unusual, but given what the old professor said about Cthulhu's pollution, he still didn't [shapeshift] come in.

Anyway, there were many crows, so he sent out more than a dozen crows, some of them stepping on the white bones all over the ground to find shiny treasures, and some of them flapped their wings and flew in the sky, observing the patterns and furnishings everywhere.

Luke also carefully observed this place through the eyes of the crows and the mirror they were holding, this cult residence seemed to have been idle for a long time, not like it had been active recently, and it was somewhat inconsistent with what the old professor said, and was still in contact with other cults, and communicated with each other.

You can't be in the wrong place, right?

But the statue of Cthulhu on the wall and the rats running all over the ground just now are indeed exactly the same as the cult he described, so there is only one truth! Here,It's a hidden rudder of that cult.,It's like the last hidden level of the game.,You need to push the other bosses almost.,And then it will appear.,But now it's pushed off in advance.。

The inspection was almost complete, and there were few clues, and Luke was about to call it a day in disappointment, when a crow landed on the statue of Cthulhu embedded in the wall.

"Huh?"

Luke sensed something was wrong in an instant, and he lost control of a crow.

The situation is not right, but fortunately Lao Tzu did not go in.

He looked through a mirror near the out-of-control crow, which was standing on top of the statue's head, its pupils turning from blood-red to pale, its body gradually expanding, fish scales growing, a pair of wings fell, and seven or eight scaly tentacles grew out of their place.

Through the mirror, Luke observes using the ability to observe

He didn't rush to see the crow at first, and directly identified the statue.

【Statue of Cthulhu】

The idol that the evil god Cthulhu has gazed at has an extraordinary ability to infect.

【Skills】

[Alienation Infection]: Able to alienate the minds of creatures that come into contact with idols, making them faithful followers of Cthulhu, and causing their flesh to undergo random distortions at the same frequency as Cthulhu.

Following his gaze, a supernatural link appeared in his senses.

Well. There is also one, and the direction is in.

West

Tvina District!

Sure enough, the thief's heart is not dead, and he who falls will get up wherever he falls, right?

Looks like I'm going to have to invite Amisha to dinner tomorrow.

At the same time as Luke observed the idol, a somewhat dilapidated office was hurriedly pushed open, and a man in a black robe walked quickly to the desk, lowered his voice, and said to the man sitting there, "Jacques is dead, and we have a traitor." ”

After speaking, he took out a pendant with a strange shape, and somehow manipulated it, and a voice of pain and wailing immediately came from inside:

"Help me. The Nirwa of Cao Nyima harms me. ”

Then the sound stopped abruptly.

The man sitting at the desk thought for a long time and arranged, "Bring Nilva to me." ”

I'm sorry, I'm going to take a day off tomorrow, I've been too busy with work lately, and I've got several urgent things at once, so I'm rushing together.

Tomorrow, a well-known scholar will come for an interview, and you need to prepare some materials, and the day after tomorrow there will be a big leader to investigate, and you need to prepare a half-year report on the overall work, and a leader will come to check the day after tomorrow, and you will also prepare relevant inspection materials

Anyway, it's very unfortunate that they got together, and I couldn't keep busy.

As you know, I still have a two-month-old doll to bring with me when I get home

Ay.

I tried to take only one day off and try to speed up the work at hand, but except for the first scholar, the report materials of other leaders should not be too perfunctory, otherwise something would happen

In short, I hope you understand more, the pain of part-time authors.

Love you guys.

(End of chapter)