It's almost like seeing the scene of sacrifices in the church of hell.

　　

　　 It's horrible.

　　

　　 In the huge space behind the door, everything you can touch, the walls, ceiling, floor, there are countless traces of distortion smeared with blood...

　　

　　 is like a fresco painted when he is crazy, and like something written by holding the last ray of hope in despair...

　　

　　 But it is difficult to tell what is written.

　　

　　 All the handwriting has been distorted.

　　

　　 Only the laughter like auditory hallucinations lingers around, it is creepy.

　　

　　 Huaishi held Henshui tightly and looked around. Even though the detection equipment had found the presence of air outside, he still did not dare to take off the heavy defense.

　　

　　 Is all this an illusion or what?

　　

　　 He could not tell.

　　

　　 But what Garandon said is really right-as the farthest location from the central engine and outflow layer, the Kingdom Gate is the safest place.

　　

Everybody knows.

　　

　　 includes the alchemist on Helios.

　　

　　 Therefore, they chose to escape... escaped to the place farthest from the nightmare.

　　

　　 It's a pity that there are still nightmares on the verge of nightmares.

　　

　　 The ground is full of mess, as if more than a dozen beggars have lived here for a long time, old clothes, garbage and even excrement piles are everywhere.

　　

　　 There are corpses.

　　

　　 The corpse of the dead.

　　

　　 Huai Shi can only glance at it hastily and stop looking.

　　

　　 is too weird, some have become dead bones, some are still lifelike, perfectly retaining every part of the face before dying, and some simply have both. Some have become plant seedbeds, and some are completely petrified.

　　

　　 The only thing in common is the smile on the corners of the mouth on those distorted faces.

　　

　　 Smile from the heart.

　　

　　 It seems that those who empathize can understand their happiness.

　　

　　 But his eyes were cracked, scarlet all over, they had already dried up, there were still traces of blood and tears, and the pain had already turned into substance overflowing.

　　

　　 Because there is no more joy in the world.

　　

　　 Long before death, the unspeakable sadness and joy tore the souls of these survivors.

　　

　　 Without exception, madly to death.

　　

　　 Huai Shi held hate water in his hand, and stirred up the precious materials and border relics on the ground, looking through them one by one, looking for the remaining clues, and when he looked around, he was puzzled from the heart.

　　

　　 "Can't think of that?"

　　

　　 He scratched his head through the helmet, "Could it be that someone on Helios organized a collective watching of "Beast Mother Zoo"?"

　　

　　 is still a two-season broadcast, the one that is not allowed to sleep before watching it?

　　

　　 Is this too cruel?

　　

　　 Unfortunately, no one seems to understand the jokes used to adjust the atmosphere.

　　

　　 In the stiff atmosphere, everyone looked cold, full of guard and caution, took out all kinds of defense tools and relics, and carefully searched the surrounding situation.

　　

　　 But the few alchemists from the Ishigama Society seem to be unintentional and ignorant machines. Witnessing such a scene did not waver.

　　

　　 After the initial investigation, he quickly took off the standard flamethrower from his back, skillfully filled it with the massive melted element, and pulled the trigger toward the wreckage everywhere.

　　

　　 Immediately afterwards, the turquoise tongue of fire gushes out like a living thing, following the user's will, swimming slowly, burning everything in the way it passes.

　　

　　 decomposed into the last dust.

　　

　　 Rachel reacted slowly, and was almost affected by the flames, and quickly threw down the border relic he had just picked up and hid aside.

　　

　　 but he didn't dare to say anything, just cursed vaguely.

　　

　　 Soon, half of the **** and wreckage in the hall were burned out.

　　

　　 At this moment, the Russian Federation Alchemist Valery, who was exploring the edge of the hall with a copper rod, suddenly exclaimed, attracting everyone's attention.

　　

　　 "Survivor!"

　　

　　 Valery shouted on the public channel: "There are survivors..."

　　

　　 Everyone's movements paused for a moment, and they all looked at the small pile of boxes.

　　

　　 Valery raised the copper staff in his hand and tapped the floor lightly. Suddenly, there was a dull sound from the ruins of the piled boxes in the distance.

　　

　　 Huai Shi is keenly aware of the process.

　　

　　 is the same as my own extreme intention, that is to rely on the material to transmit the impact force, pin the power like a siege hammer in a small blow, transmit it to the distance, and completely defeat the sticky camouflage.

　　

　　 Then, everyone saw the rickety back.

　　

　　 naked to the top, the skinny man is sitting in a tragic blood.

　　

　　 His hair has been violently torn out, only a few slippery fish are still sticking to the swollen scalp, covered in stains and foul smells, and I don’t know how long he hasn’t taken a shower.

　　

　　 On his body, under his feet, and even around him, there are horror secret instruments smeared with layers of blood.

　　

　　 At this moment, he numbly tore the blood scabs on his body, his fingers dipped in dried blood, and he made up for the fading and peeling marks over and over again.

　　

　　 muttered to himself.

　　

　　 did not notice the existence of the group of intruders around him.

　　

　　 is just chanting for himself, sealing himself in the secret ritual.

　　

　　 is even more noticeable, because he is almost covered with equipment.

　　

　　 Necklaces, jewelry, neck rings, earrings, as well as the blood-stained amulet on the belt, and even the various accessories that are randomly wrapped with tape on the body.

　　

　　 Huai Shi was almost blinded by the fluctuations in the source quality.

　　

　　 resisting the urge to breathe in the air, suddenly wanted to **** him...

　　

　　 Those are all border relics!

　　

　　 That guy was covered with at least hundreds of border relics!

　　

　　 And they are not cheap goods produced in the assembly line of any workshop, but real boutiques made by the hard work of alchemists.

　　

　　There are many treasures that are among the top 100 in the relics list.

　　

　　 Just a quick glance, Huaishi recognized a lot of good things that are priceless and non-marketable-blessing the blockade, stove coal crystal, Gaia knot, blood oath and blue eyes...

　　

　　 The precious relics that were supposed to be cherished and kept close to the body, or displayed in the heavily guarded window, are now densely hung on the body of a lunatic.

　　

　　 Are the people of Helios so rich?

　　

　　 But it can be clearly seen that there are several different styles, and the age is completely different, and the degree of use is also different.

　　 The one-time Gaia knot is even more integrated into the blood of the alchemist, limited to the producer, and only effective within one month. Rebound the curse and bless the soul.

　　

　　 It is absolutely impossible to have the same origin...

　　

　　 Reminiscent of the mess around the corpses, it is not difficult to figure out the source of these things.

　　

　　 After a fierce battle, the last survivor survived.

　　

　　 But I'm afraid... it doesn't make any sense anymore.

　　

　　 Just as the other explorers watched around, the pendulum used for detection vibrated wildly, glowing with fluorescence, and pointed to the back.

　　

　　 And he, still immersed in the frenetic writing, hugged something tightly with his other hand, hidden in his arms, like a baby.

　　

　　 chanted something intently and numbly in his mouth.

　　

　　 The words were too vague, and Huai poems had never been studied. They could only distinguish Sanskrit from the scribbled Devanagari script on the ground, but they knew nothing about the other contents.

　　

　　 can only hear a few nouns piecemeal.

　　

　　 ‘Indra’, ‘Yan Mo’, ‘Faluna’, ‘Suriye’...

　　

　　 That is the **** inherited from the Tianzhu lineage, calling for the protection of the power of the gods of the past, but there is no mystery mantra at all, at best, it is just chanting.

　　

　　 In pious prayers, the gods and Buddhas all over the sky, who can extend a helping hand to the survivors in desperate situations.

　　

　　Who can rescue him from the sea of ​​suffering.

　　

　　 But there was no response to the rescuer behind him.

　　

　　Galanderon’s disciple polished the oil lamp again, but this time I don’t know why, and the fire from it quickly went out.

　　

　　 It seems that there is no signal after moving away from the base station.

　　

　　 Can't get advice.

　　

　　 For a moment, everyone fell into a weird silence.

　　

　　 "There is no rescue." Iz shrugged and shook his head, and he took off his helmet indifferently and shook the ashes. "Which good-hearted person will give him a good time."

　　

　　 As he said, he looked at Huai Shi.

　　

　　 And Huai Shi is looking up at the Helios-style ceiling above his head.

　　

Well, it is really different from the ceilings in other places, and there is a kind of grace and mystery in the ordinary, which is different from other places. At first glance, it is no different from ordinary ceilings. The so-called fetish self-concealment is like this. Doesn't it make sense?

　　

　　 I was shocked to see it anyway.

　　

　　 Although he plays less horror games, he has a lot of clouds!

　　

He is too familiar with this scene. In an inexplicable and weird scene, there is an inexplicable person with his back facing you doing something good, either crying or laughing, always as if he is looking at something interesting that attracts you to think. Go to Kang Yikang.

　　

what is this?

　　

　　 This is a plot kill!

　　

　　 This is the opening lightning strike!

　　

　　 Anyway, he never jumps in this pit. Whoever he loves will go and whoever will go. It doesn't matter if he throws his head and blood for the present situation, what life will he sell to the Shikama Society?

　　

　　 Seeing that Huai Shi was unmoved, even motionless, the other people glanced at each other.

　　

　　 Among them, Garlandon’s disciple seemed to have said something, and one of them walked forward and carefully erased the ineffective secret instrument on the ground, raised his hand and shook it in front of the prayer, without any response.

　　

　　 Ling pendulum and various detections also failed to detect anomalies.

　　

　　 Finally, the leader looked at Rachel and said something on the private channel, Rachel's expression suddenly became reluctant.

　　

　　 He went up cautiously, rolled that person's eyelids, and checked the vital parts again, and came to the same conclusion as Izzy.

　　

　　 The source is exhausted, the soul is broken, and it is hopeless.

　　

　　 But, at least it can let him play a little bit of heat.

　　

　　 Tell them what happened here...

　　

　　 Soon, his injection gun was raised, and the purple-cyan potion was injected into the prayer's neck, triggering an unexpected reaction.

　　

　　 The prayer of the prayer stopped abruptly, his eyes whitened violently, and his whole body twitched violently. Rachel was scared to pour backwards, backing with both arms and legs.

　　

　　 Until now, everyone has discovered that the survivor who was tightly held in his arms... is actually a clock?

　　

　　 That’s right, I don’t know what bumps and bumps I have experienced. The brass clocks that have long been covered with dents are now stained with layers of blood and are still running.

　　

　　 made a crisp sound.

　　

　　 tick, tick, tick...

　　

　　 The hoarse moan reminded me.

　　

　　 When the survivor woke up from a nightmare and returned to the light, the first reaction to seeing the explorers was not a surprise, but a panic looking at the clock.

　　

　　 Watching its hour hand move towards the final scale little by little, only the last few minutes left, he let out a sharp neigh, lying on the ground, muttering the names of the gods vaguely, trying to repair the secret instrument on the ground.

　　

　　 But it's too late.

　　

　　 Because those dried blood stains have already been wiped out.

　　

　　 In panic, he got up frantically and rushed towards the door with his arms and legs.

　　

　　 completely disregarding the deadly cold vacuum outside...

　　

　　 One step, two steps, and then fell to the ground, squirmed a bit, exhausting the last elemental quality.

　　

　　 just died like that.

　　

　　 Huaishi hasn't even had time to go to Sanlian~lightnovelpub.net~ People are gone.

　　

　　 In the dead silence, everyone looked at each other, only the sound of the clock running so clear, gradually amplified, became deafening, like a loud roar.

　　

　　 resounded in everyone's ears.

　　

　　 At that moment, in this dead and empty space, within the Helios workshop, which was reduced to ruins, ushered in a meaningless time boundary.

　　

　　——Midnight comes!

　　

　　 At that moment, the light from all directions disappeared instantly, replaced by indescribable darkness, engulfing everything.

　　

　　 The screams came and went one after another.

　　

　　 "...Fuck, which **** turned the light off?"

　　

　　 Huai poem stiffened in place, feeling the chill like silt emerging from my heart, spreading rapidly, bringing uncontrollable panic and unreasonable sadness.

　　

　　 Even the friendship puppy in his arms made a humming sound.

　　

　　 Despair spread along with the darkness, swallowing all the sounds.

　　

　　 Soon, in the public channel full of electric currents, only Rachel’s choking was left.

　　

　　 In the darkness, the pharmacist knelt on the ground, crying bitterly, hammering the floor feebly, and screaming:

　　

　　 "So, love will disappear right?"