MTL - Xiling Empire-Chapter 1570 Terror
The power of the spirit grabber lurks in all sane thoughts, and when you sleep, it wakes up. Ice @ 火! Chinese
The man in black stepped slightly into the rock platform from the small door. Behind him, the metal door closed silently, and a layer of optical camouflage covered the entrance again.
There are no holes in the rock platform. In fact, this is a hidden stronghold that has been hollowed out. There are tens of meters of rock on the ground as a cover. There is also a vast area of underground space. Within a few meters of the passage, he entered a slightly cramped small room. The walls of the small room are carved by rocks. The roof of the stone is lowered down. If the taller people come in, they have to lower their heads. The stone walls on all sides are inlaid with yellow lights, not oil lamps, or this world. The familiar candlelights of ordinary people are boxy crystal boxes, connected to each other by wires: a kind of light-emitting device driven by electricity, a product of technology!
There was a person sitting in the corner of the small room, also wearing a black hooded robe, exactly the same style as a man in black. At first this robe looked a bit like the uniform of a lost clergyman, but it removed all symbols related to religious symbols on the surface, and the hood was wider, making the wearer look very gloomy. The man in black sitting in the corner saw the man rushing in, shaking his head curiously, and his voice was sharp: "Why so panic? I just saw you running away from the monitor just as if Who is chasing after. "
On the small table in front of the man in black was an oval-shaped display device. It turned out that he was monitoring the scene outside the rock platform with this thing. It seems that this small room should be a place like a gate.
"Don't say so much, the underground mines in the south have been exposed," the man in black said, looking back in a little horror, as if the "tracker" who thought he had been thrown out again appeared again. Similarly, in fact, he was tortured all the time by this sometimes "illusion". By now there are signs of nervousness. "You must tell the leader quickly that this place is no longer safe."
"Exposed?" The sharp-speaking man in black suddenly felt shocked. He quickly pressed a few buttons on the wall at hand, and then asked in a hurry, "What the **** is going on? Are you going to arrange explosives to block the mine tunnel?" Is it? "
The chunky black man voice was a little irritable: "I was planning to arrange explosives in the mine as planned, and by the way I restarted the antenna tower to burn the annoying town next to it, but I do n’t know what happened. An adventurer mistake I accidentally opened the door to the underground facility ... I have killed him, but the widow priest in the town has reacted, and she takes the adventurer to check the situation. An eccentric adventurer found me ... The secret of the underground mine should now be discovered. "
The man in black with a sharp voice was uncomfortable: "Burning the town with an antenna tower? Who asked you to do these extra things? Don't you know there is a protective cover on the town?"
"I just wanted to cause confusion and trap the adventurer in the town. I didn't plan to really succeed, but the widow clergyman was quite brave and rushed out directly with someone in person. I thought she would be different from other places. The believers also shrank under the protective cover and waited for support, "the man in black said in a discouraged voice." Now when I say this, I will find the leader to be punished when things have subsided. Now let me in. "
"The comrades in other bases have already received the alarm. The next thing is to see how our leader handles you ... he may report this to the chief commander, you ... forget it, you go ahead." The voice is sharp and black Yi Ren said a few words, but also seemed to realize that complaining would not help. So he just shook his head and opened another heavy alloy door on the rock wall behind him.
"Thank you." The man in black mumbled into the alloy door. Behind him, the "gatekeeper" closed the door and whispered in a low voice, in order to vent his dissatisfaction with the impending escape. But his curse suddenly stopped abruptly, replaced by a confused self-talk to himself: "Well? Why suddenly ..."
The unexplained sleepiness on my mind, the gatekeeper wondered for a moment. Lie on the table and sink into a dream.
At that moment, the chubby man had entered the stronghold and reached the ground. This is a large underground house with complicated structure and gloomy appearance. The underground house is supported by a mixture of rocks, giant wood, and steel beams. The building structure is not bad, and it feels like walking in a dungeon. The walls of the underground palace corridor are inlaid with insufficient lighting. I do n’t know if it is to save energy or the lighting technology is not enough, or simply because of the bad taste of the owner of the underground palace. These dim lights can only make the surrounding environment look more eerie.
"This ghost place is really enough ... It may be better to change to a more spacious place." The man in black murmured while walking fast on the stone road, he didn't really worry about the punishment in the future, but also I don't know if I believe in the kindness of the "boss" or if I really don't have so much sin. In the palace, you can see some people dressed in black who are similar to him, and a few who are not wearing robes, but wearing other weird uniforms. The latter's clothes are obviously not like the civilians in this world. It looks like a doctor or a scholar in some small country in the south. It is said that this was the costume of a "scientist" in ancient times. Men in black greeted their colleagues in black robes, while showing a much more respectful attitude to those in white robes, it seemed that the latter had a special status in the "organization".
The footsteps of the man in black stopped at the end of a corridor, because he saw a tall, beautiful woman with long hair in a leather coat standing in front of him, and even though he was calm before, he was patient when he saw this tall woman He couldn't help but take a step back, then bowed his head respectfully and said, "Boss ... I messed things up."
"I already know," the woman called the chief seemed to have no expression on her face. "It's not all your fault. The widow was an adventurer a few years ago. She doesn't talk to pagans who have come out of the school. It's the same, a troublesome guy who dares to say and do ... You're right to burn down the town and delay time, but you just met a woman who didn't eat it. "
"Boss, what to do next? The underground mine tunnel has been exposed. I am afraid that widow priest will soon suspect that there is a member of the" Awareness "nearby. She may search this place. We better hurry ..."
"No, this is not the time to evacuate." The tall woman waved her hand vigorously. "Here, far from the Great Parish, the widow has the ability to be alone, at best, the seven or eight apprentice priests in the town who acted with adventurers In a short period of time, they had so many people. They could only search around the ruins and the periphery of the forest. They could not find it far, and they could not pose a threat until the support of the Great Diocese came. But the widow will certainly notify other parishes to block traffic. At this time, the sudden withdrawal will be blocked by the pagans in the periphery. "
The leader's analysis was well-founded, and his firm attitude gave inexplicable confidence. The man in black bowed respectfully: "What the leader thinks is still thoughtful. So we can only wait here? Sooner or later, the pagans will be entangled with people."
"First, it ’s not so easy to expose here. Have n’t you gone through two searches before? Haven't you gone through it safely? Second, colleagues in other areas will find ways to cross the road. 'This base is a big deal to give up,' said the leader, looking at the man in black in front of him, and he seemed to have something to say. Finally he waved his hand impatiently, "Well, there is no better way to do this. You go to your room to rest now. You can't worry about the rest."
"... Yes, Chief."
The man in black resigned respectfully, and then the feeling of exhaustion came to his heart, and he quickly returned to his room. Without even changing clothes, he fell to bed and fell asleep.
Nightmares began to spread like a tide.
In an empty gray-black mist, he stood alone on the desolate black ground, and the man looked blankly. I don't know where I am, I even forgot my name for a while.
Some kind of inexplicable fear permeated from the bottom of his heart. Although he didn't know what it was, he started to escape!
Escape! Escape! Whatever it is, run away! In short, you must run away!
Infinite fear hangs on my heart. In the nightmare, people flee desperately driven by pure horror. The mist around them is infinite. There is no familiar thing in the gray and black world. He doesn't know why he escapes, he doesn't know that he is running away What, I do n’t even know why he was afraid. He felt that there seemed to be endless giant monsters in the thick fog, and he felt murmurs in his ears at all times. He felt that his body was being affected by some kind of cold rods. The creatures devoured, and they felt like they were immersed in a **** mud, which was about to reach the top and was about to suffocate ... But there was nothing around them, both visually and tactually telling him that everything was an illusion, but there was nothing Function, all kinds of horror illusions spread in the mind, even if he was born out of nothing, it made him believe that he was about to be swallowed up!
Twisted thoughts pervaded wildly. There was a ridicule of ridicule in the dense black fog. A thousand eyes were staring at the most fragile side in his heart. In the nightmare, people felt that their mind was being affected by some parasitic "plant". Occupy, the vine named "Terror" drills holes in the heart, and then spreads wildly in his soul!
"Terror disaster" flooded the dream, then slowly leaked out and spread to the real world ...
No one can see the "horror disaster" spreading in the air, but this underground base is being devoured by a treacherous atmosphere. Some people resting in their dreams dreamed of the same horror scene. They began to fall under the torment of nightmares. Moaning, from the mouth of human beings, a trembling sound like mud gushing and hissing, but the sober ordinary person feels that they are in a strange place. They watched the familiar scenery and familiar colleagues around them, and the strange voice of conversation began to spread throughout the stronghold.
"Hey ... do you feel ... someone else here?" "Don't scare ... scare yourself, so many people around. I feel a bit cold ..." "What is it looking at?" "It's" Who is it? "" Someone is talking, someone is listening ... "" Who are you talking to, who are you talking to, have you seen a pair of eyes? "" Cold, everywhere, I know, you, someone look in……"
People began to talk restlessly. At the beginning, they were understandable to each other, but soon they became fragmented sentences. Then these fragmented sentences turned into strange and inexplicable pronunciations, and even the pronunciation became as if The sharp noise of metal tearing, people looked around in horror, listening to the "languages" of their former compatriots that were not human, and listening to the same weird sounds from their mouths. Their hearts began to shake. Fear then found fertile ground. When the entire earth palace was filled with whispers of "terrorism" that was not owned by humans, all thoughts no longer belonged to them, and their souls became abstract symbols, slowly and repeatedly spelled into A name: Sandora? Kelly? Urassis ...
However, what happened in the soul world is unknowable to ordinary people. They only know that they are overwhelmed by growing and unjustified fear. They can only hear themselves and their comrades are sending out incomprehensible and chaotic. The weird noise finally, after accumulating to a certain extent, the "terror disaster" broke out.
The horrors accumulated deep in my heart surged instantly. This has nothing to do with the strength of the individual's will. The stronger the person, the more severe the pressure of fear. This is a process of betrayal of the soul, which frightens itself to death: the first person collapses and begins to roar wildly. This roar, unlike the human voice, instantly filled the entire underground stronghold.
Human fear becomes a source of energy, from the depths of each person's heart filled with the shadow of the soul grabber, these shadows from the fantasy world into the real world little by little, and slowly form a ... eh. Golden light ball.
I was holding a Sandora ball in a gloomy underground palace, looking at the chaotic scene in front of me, listening to the harsh noise in all directions, and feeling that the whole person was bad: "You have a slightly evil skill ... what is the spiritual pollution? of."
"It's better than mental pollution. Because I can teleport myself through the nightmare or thoughts of the infected person, and appear at any place where they desperately want to hide," Sandora shakes the ball slightly, and the underground stronghold momentarily calms down: Everyone was stunned. "How, how does it feel to be born from fear?"
"Uh ... a little bit dizzy, it feels like 10,000 people are blinding in their ears." I told the truth, scratching my hair.
In a period of time just passed. I went through a very ... novel "journey".
Cross the line between reality and illusion, and teleport from the dream world with the spirit grabber. Sandola just left a seed on the man in black, but this seed quickly spread through the other person's thoughts and his communication with others, even through their "knowledge" and "knowledge" with each other. It spread, and finally a huge fear broke out, and Sandora and I were "born" from the fear.
This sounds incredible. Fear seems to be something elusive without a substance, but the power of the spirit grab can challenge this common sense. For Sandora, the nightmare really seems to be a door-and it doesn't have to be She pushed away by herself.
"This is just a small-scale application. In fact, I used to solve a troublesome hostile race with horror dreams before," Sandora slowly drifted forward, looking for a valuable place, and floating while saying her " "The record", "That race has a strong technical strength, and it has also studied mystery. It even made me have a headache, so I spoke to them after careful preparation, and I poured some of my strength into this sentence. Into the souls of the enemies. Later that race became extinct within a month, and all were scared to death. "
"... Does anyone say you are scary?"
"I know, this trick is scary."
I feel like I'm a bit incompatible with Sandora on the worldview ...
Sandora carefully controlled her power this time. In addition, "terror disaster" was not a direct attack, but a passive attack using the enemy's own soul, so there were no casualties. The people in this underground stronghold were still alive. And the huge panic made their hearts extremely fragile, and it became much easier to ask things.
We are now eager to know what this organization is doing: According to the information obtained by the "Mind Listener" just now, this organization is quite large. They have more than one stronghold and are blatantly working against Lost Theology.
They refer to the lost clergy as "pagans ~ www.novelbuddy.com ~ What does this mean?
Is this organization itself a sect?
I looked at the facilities in the underground palace. There was electricity, lighting equipment with a sense of technology, a closed-circuit monitor system, and even everyone was equipped with advanced firearms. I also found magic crystals or similar on some people. The stuff of the staff, which shows that they not only have scientific and technological equipment, but also advanced magic technology.
"This organization is probably the so-called" technical revivalist ". It is against the" technical sealant "of the lost gods," I said, guessing, "but it seems that the technical revivalist's style is not very pleasing. Let ’s do it by killing and setting fire. In order to divert our attention and delay time, we actually want to slaughter the entire town. No matter if it is unsuccessful, this will be a bit of a life-threatening. These guys seem to be harder. "
"Apostates are always used to naming their actions as 'justices of the few,' which gives them peace of mind and violence against the majority, and they can always use 'vision' and 'enlightenment' to themselves "Excuse me," Sandora said. "Actually, it's a terrorist. Oh, I found it, this so-called leader." (To be continued ...)
