The business man looked at the fire in the fireplace and said, but he didn't seem to care very much.

　　 "It seems to be..."

　　 Jenkins raised the wine glass to his mouth to cover up his expression. He had also heard about this. The Orthodox Church suspected that this was a preparatory part of a large-scale ceremony a few months ago, because killings are usually related to sacrifices. However, because the locations of the midnight serial killings were very scattered, further investigations took a long time. At least before leaving Nolan City, he hadn't heard any follow-up news.

　　 "Berdylan City should be very safe, after all, this is the capital city, and this is one of the few cities on the mainland that can shine at night."

　　 Jenkins said.

　　 "But it's still no better than the Ruen of the Hampawo Kingdom. The palace where the royal family lives is bright all night."

　　 said, the businessman laughed sarcastically or enviously.

　　 "This is different. The light of Ruen is for the royal family, and the light of Berdylan is for ordinary citizens like us."

　　 "Oh, it is true."

　　 Talking, the businessman raised his glass and touched Jenkins: "To ordinary citizens."

　　 Mr. Rodriguez’s manservant soon found the carriage, and Jenkins made a few polite words with his business partner and left.

　　 The coachman drove him through the city towards the suburbs. Maybe it was too tired today. He leaned on the carriage and was going to sleep in a daze. But there was a sudden cleverness in my heart, and the tail swept back and forth by the chocolate swept it, and I suddenly felt that the drowsiness just now was a bit abrupt.

　　 Look carefully from the wooden window grille to the street outside, Jenkins really feels something is wrong. Although he is not a local, at least he can tell his direction. If this goes on, the destination is definitely not the Holy See.

　　 "Are you on the wrong path?"

　　 He stuck his head out and asked the coachman. The extremely low temperature caused a white mist to blow out of his mouth. But the coachman held the reins motionless, only to see the back trembling regularly because of the bumps of the carriage. Frowning, he turned back to the carriage and grabbed the doomed cat, took out the pistol, and grabbed the cane.

　　 blinked his eyes, confirming that the coachman was just an ordinary person, and that there was some light yellow aura on the horse.

　　 poked the coachman with his stick out of the carriage, he was still sitting still like a wax figure.

　　 "Chocolate, don't sleep, we are in trouble!"

　　 He hugged his cat and jumped to the bottom of the car. Who knew that as soon as his feet left the edge of the car, the light of yellow spells lighted up from the bottom of the car, and one person and one cat were bounced back.

　　 "Oops, someone arranged a ceremony in the car in advance, **** it, can't leave!"

　　Hausen Manor is located on the outskirts of Berdilain. You have to walk through large farmland to get there when you walk out from the edge of the capital. There is only a small road between the manor and the city of Berduran, and the manor itself also relies on this small road to purchase food and daily necessities.

　　 Howson Manor was established more than 30 years ago, but no matter whether it is now or in the past, few people know that there is such a large mansion in the valley. It is low-key and almost no one knows, so no one can tell who is the owner here. Normally, there are no lights even at night, but tonight is a little different. Two old people holding candles stand in front of the manor’s elegant iron gate, looking far at the end of the curved muddy path.

　　 "It should be coming soon, I hope I can find enough sacrifices."

　　 His voice is hoarse, like a snake whispering a letter.

　　 "There will be no problem. The carriage that we have made can more easily find ordinary people with powerful souls. The spell on the chassis of the carriage also ensures that the hooked fish will not run away."

　　 The other person’s voice is even stranger. It seems that he hasn’t talked to humans for a long time, so that he forgets how to speak.

　　 The faint sound of horseshoes and wheels came from the end of the path, and with the sound of chuckles, three carriages came to the door of Hausen Manor one by one.

　　 The coachmen jumped down in a stiff posture, while the two old men held candles to see if they had any gains.

　　 "I have someone here."

　　 Rudely dragged out a young man with glasses from the second carriage, he was thrown to the ground casually.

　　 "Good luck, this is the fifth one tonight. Enough, let's go in too."

　　 The coachman returned to his carriage and returned on the same road. The candles in the hands of the old people can briefly illuminate their godless eyes.

　　 The young man was dragged into the manor like a dead dog, and the path was quiet again, only the sly moonlight was still watching here.

　　 A few minutes later, a few frightened birds flew out of the dry woods on both sides of the path, and then the air seemed to fluctuate twice, and two dozen men appeared out of thin air.

Standing in the forefront, a serious middle-aged man with a monocle, holding a miner's lamp with blue flames, this lamp can help them hide their body; standing behind him is a young girl with beautiful long hair , Holding a purple jewel, the faint light on the surface of the jewel flies into the air. This jewel can help them resist the detection ability of divination and prophecy; backwards, the old man wearing the sacrificial robe of the sage church is carrying a silver The bell, this bell can help them eliminate the sound of action; and the young man in the middle of the crowd is holding a black and white kitten, this cat can help them... This cat was only taken by Jenkins Come, it's useless at all.

Just a little while ago, Jenkins became a victim of the Midnight Urban Legend "the carriage that cannot be left", but his luck was very good. The battle team of the Church of the Sage was investigating this matter, and it happened to happen before Jenkins set the car on fire. Discovered the anomaly of the carriage-the coachman was kicked over by Jenkins, so he and Chocolate were rescued.

　　 The third carriage that came to the entrance of the manor just now was the one Jenkins was riding in. The team leader originally disagreed with Jenkins' participation in the action, but he forcibly followed him under the pretext that he was a precious healer.

　　 It is not that I have nothing to do at night, so I recklessly want to explore with my life. I just think that since this matter involves myself, there is no reason not to continue. He is now very lack of actual combat experience, this kind of opportunity to participate in the operation of large forces is rare.

Chapter 441 Chapter 435

　　 "If I just heard about this, then I would definitely not get involved, but since it has involved me, then I would also like to know what is going on."

　　 "But..."

"Sooner or later I have to participate in this kind of action. Even in Nolan City, I have participated in even more dangerous things. If I was strictly defended just because of my identity, it would actually be irresponsible for the future. Besides, it is wise. Didn’t you also say it? [Excessive pampering is the beginning of murder.]"

　　 Now that Jenkins has bowed his head and started painting the holy emblem, Dana Kelly knew that he would never find a better way to dissuade him.

　　 While following the carriage on the way to here, Captain Kelly also briefly explained the whole story.

　　 Since the beginning of [The Moon of Skilled Craftsman and Ganlin], civilians working in the police station have gradually noticed a series of unusual cases of disappearance. These disappearances did not happen very frequently, so the past was submerged in the numerous files of the capital.

　　 But if you follow this clue to go back up, then it happened at night, and the missing case related to the carriage can be determined to have started at least three years ago.

　　The specific investigation lasted for several months before the church finally determined that this matter was indeed related to extraordinary power. After coordinating with other Orthodox churches in Bel Dylan, and making detailed task arrangements, there was action tonight. Captain Kelly and his team are the vanguard, and reinforcements are being deployed in the back.

There are many warning ceremonies and mechanisms in the vicinity of Hausen Manor that are invisible to the naked eye, but this team has participated in many similar operations. Although it was a bit troublesome, they finally managed to smoothly break a gap from the fence after half an hour. enter.

　　The internal design drawings of Hausen Manor could not be found before the operation, which added a lot of difficulties to the operation. However, there is only one mansion standing inside the manor, which relieves everyone a lot.

　　 Two people were left behind to serve as perimeter guards, and the rest of the people used the method just now to hide their bodies. In addition to the main force, seven scribes with other divisions of labor moved in different directions.

　　 There was no sound in the wind, but Jenkins smelled a faint smell of blood.

　　 Captain Kelly stood calmly in front of Jenkins, waited for the signal to appear, and divided into three teams to move forward in sequence.

　　 It is also extremely troublesome to clean up the secret guards and security measures near the mansion, especially since everyone does not want to make too much noise. The nearby geological formation does not have the conditions for digging long-distance tunnels, so once the mansion is surrounded and waiting for subsequent reinforcements to arrive, it is almost certain that this operation will not miss.

The 　　 operation continued until close to midnight, and every inch of land near the mansion was carefully checked and cleared. Some guard posts and ceremonies that cannot be physically cleaned up, or guard items that cannot be moved even if they are moved, are analyzed in reverse by professionals in the team.

　　 Gifters with different beliefs will have their own characteristics when setting up the ceremony. And according to the forehead traces that everyone found in the manor, the illegal people active here should not have the same beliefs, they are more like they have gathered for some reason.

　　 These people do not have special warning items with numbers, which makes the preliminary work go smoothly. Although there are still people injured, since Jenkins is an excellent healer, these are not difficult.

　　 Around one o'clock in the morning, the following team finally arrived. After exchanging current information, the leader of the team worked out an attack plan.

　　 This plan definitely does not include Jenkins, and he himself has no intention to participate.

　　 He and the logistics staff hid in the dry woods in front of the Hausen Manor. Everyone wore black coats, which made it easier to hide.

　　 Five minutes after the lead troops entered, the first gunshot sounded that the battle had begun.

　　 "Why do I always have an ominous premonition."

　　 He muttered softly, but no one heard it except chocolate.

　　In the field of vision of the real eye, the light spot representing the scribe of the church has been spinning around in place after entering the house, and then suddenly descending. The original guess was that they found the secret passage, but after entering a certain distance underground, all the light spots disappeared.

　　 This is very abnormal. If it is out of Jenkins's observation range, the light spots should also have a process of becoming blurry from clear.

　　 And...Jenkins didn't find any non-church gifters in the house, as if there was no one to say about it.

　　The moon is getting darker, and there are only a few lonely bird songs from a distance in the silent world. Everyone hiding in the dry wood was motionless, except for the frowning Jenkins, no one realized that the accident had happened.

　　 "Is it a spatial transfer? But how can I transfer so many people at once? Or, the underground building materials can shield my eyes? This kind of thing has never been encountered before."

　　 He was entangled in his heart whether he should tell what he saw. After all, according to the original plan, the first troops lost contact for ten minutes before the second batch of reinforcements could enter.

　　 The current situation is that Jenkins’s support team is in the farthest position from the house, and dozens of people are hidden inside the iron fence. Since the front team didn't find anything wrong, it might not be useful for him to point it out rashly.

　　 "There is no sound...I have a bad feeling."

　　 is always going to have a try, so he whispered "softly".

　　 "This is a normal situation. Wait a few minutes, and there will probably be results."

The woman next to 　　 whispered comfortingly, and did not pass on Jenkins' views to others.

　　 The people outside the house finally found out that something went wrong inside. When the second batch of scribes broke into it, they found that there was no one in the house. They found traces of the battle in the corridor on the first floor, followed these traces to investigate, but did not find the next whereabouts.

　　 After confirming that the mansion is really safe, Jenkins and other logistics personnel also followed in. The scribe in charge of divination has already started work, and Captain Kelly took his teammate, the faint Jenkins, to guard.

　　 "Has our actions been discovered in advance?"

　　 Jenkins asked, while talking, looking up at the huge painting in the lobby on the first floor.

　　 It is facing the gate of the mansion and is located in the center of the spiral staircase on the left and right sides. The tone of the oil painting is colder, mostly black and dark blue, while the content of the oil painting is the dry grassland under the gloomy sky.

Chapter 442 Chapter 436 Corpse Python

　　 The painter who created this oil painting must have very superb skills, because everyone who sees this painting for the first time can't help but feel a sense of fear oozing from the bottom of their hearts. It seems to have magical powers, allowing people to keep their eyes there for a long time.

　　 The location of the hall is where Jenkins observed the vanguard troops going deep into the ground. The only problem is this oil painting. In Jenkins’ eyes, he has a very faint yellow and golden mixed aura.

　　 "The probability of the action plan being leaked is very low. It should be that something went wrong after entering the mansion. Do you also think this painting is weird?"

　　 asked Captain Kelly.

　　 "There is something strange. In my impression, the portraits in this position are generally portraits of ancestors. If not, it should not be in this style..."

　　 He thought about it and picked out the appropriate vocabulary:

　　 "It shouldn't be a landscape painting with such a strange style."

　　 "We are thinking the same way. The current detection result is that there is no void directly under the hall. We are deploying personnel to conduct further detection, and we must find a secret tunnel when digging the entire house!"

　　 Based on the internal structure of the mansion, the scribes drew rough drawings. After careful observation, it is found that the structure of the entire house is centered on this painting. Although the main body of the house looks normal, it actually runs counter to the mainstream architectural style during the construction period.

The original purpose of 　　 the house was not to be used for living, but to cover up a huge ritual.

　　 Using this idea as the standard, some strange objects were found in the walls of the house. This is an item that assists the ritual, which further confirms the speculation just now.

　　 After the arrival of the professionals sent by the Holy See, finally, combined with the structure of the mansion, the ritual with the oil painting as the core was solved.

　　 When the color of the surface gradually faded with the magical light, a black lacquered hole appeared on the surface of the painting. The chilly wind blows out from it, causing a smell of stench and corruption in the building. At the entrance of the cave, some human bones and dried blood can be seen vaguely, as if they had been bitten by some animal.

　　 But in fact, behind this painting is still a solid wall, and the opening in the painting is directly connected to an unknown space.

　　 Jenkins is in the rearmost position, and Chocolate has been sleeping in his arms for several hours. The furry ears suddenly shook a few times, and the cat opened his eyes and looked at the hole vigilantly, then suddenly stood up from Jenkins's arms.

　　 "Meow~"

　　 It made the most ferocious cry so far, and the straight tail almost hit Jenkins's chin.

"what's happenin?"

　　 Worried about disturbing the people in front, Jenkins hurriedly comforted his cat. But at this moment, from the darkness deep in the mouth of the oil painting, something seemed to creep outside.

The sound of 　　 沙沙~ was not obvious at first, but after a few seconds it almost reached the edge of the painting. The violent nausea was the first sensation that appeared, followed by the hallucinations of venomous snakes. Before everyone had time to react, another green stinking gas spurted out of the hole, and the few people standing in front of them fainted.

　　 "Go back!"

　　 Captain Kelly pulled Jenkins away, but a hissing sound came from the hole, and a gray tongue that was as thick as Jenkins' waist shot out from it, wrapping Jenkins' waist very accurately.

　　 With the sound of horror, the boundary of the illusory opening of the oil painting showed signs of collapse. The creature in the cave finally revealed its own appearance. It was a giant python that had turned into a mummy, squirming and trying to stick out its snake head from the entrance of the cave, but it was always blocked by an invisible barrier in the air.

　　 It is hidden in the faint darkness, only the pair of gray eyes full of death can be seen clearly. The looming body is covered with weird and sacred symbols, but it is more like a pattern that naturally forms with the growth of scales.

　　 The boundless chaos impacted everyone's mind, the spirit seemed to be bitten by countless little snakes, and the grotesque and terrifying hallucinations appeared before his eyes. There was a brief tinnitus phenomenon in the ears, and the five senses were all confused at that moment.

　　 With the appearance of the giant python, the air seems to be stagnant, and people who can stay awake are wrapped in an inexplicable sense of panic, as if the deepest darkness will immediately fall. These feelings drove them to turn around and escape, but Jenkins couldn't escape.

　　 "Ha~"

　　 Snake's slender tongue wanted to pull him into the hole. When his feet were about to leave the ground, he stretched his cane to the side and pinned the crack in the door of the house, and then the whole person was pulled up.

　　 face up, grab the cane with both hands, and the slender tongue wrapped around his waist pulls him back with great force. The clothing that was in contact with the tip of the tongue quickly corroded, and the tingling sensation spread from the skin to the whole body.

　　 The chocolate fell from Jenkins, and while Jenkins couldn't see it, he turned around and screamed at the giant python. The force that was supposed to pull Jenkins into two was actually weakened.

　　 All of this happened in less than two seconds. Jenkins realized that the creatures in the cave entrance were definitely not ordinary alien species. This level of mental pollution meant that they were higher creatures that exceeded the level of human life.

　　 His power is not enough to contend with the python's tongue, so he can only activate the healing ability to remove the snake venom or corpse venom on his body.

　　 The field of vision in the upward-facing posture is extremely narrow, and he doesn't know if anyone around him can help him. Thinking about the abilities that can be used in his heart, the life orb emerged from the position of his forehead.

　　 The green mist surrounded Jenkins' body, and finally concentrated on that tongue. They followed their tongues and rushed towards the opening of the painting. The undead creatures themselves clash with the spirit of life, so they only walked halfway before their tongues were cut in two and fell on the floor. An ear-splitting roar came from the entrance of the cave again, and the snake head retreated a few feet into the darkness, but still lurking in the darkness observing the people in the hall.

　　 Until the subsequent reinforcements rescued the fainted scribes and burned the oil paintings to make the cave entrance completely disappear, the giant python kept maintaining that kind of peeping posture.

　　 It is obviously unwilling to lose contact with the material world in this way, but it seems to be afraid of something and dare not fully exert its power. In the foyer after the flame, there were only some corpses that were thrown out of the cave. This was not the gift of the church, but the missing citizens of Belduran in the past three years.