dkrc Chapter 360 Mysterious Painting, Another Mystery
Chapter 360 Mysterious Painting, Another Mystery
These people in black robes are all Tier 3 professionals, but they are helpless in the face of attacks from unknown enemies.
Their vision gradually dimmed, and they heard the sound of pattering rain in their ears, and they were under the dense night.
Raindrops beat on the rubble, and a hoarse wind blew the leaves.
"What's going on, why did I come to The Underworld again?"
"Damn it! My head hurts so badly..."
"Where is this place?"
A series of painful groans sounded, and most of the people in black robes fell into a state of madness, shaking their heads desperately, trying to open their sore and misty eyes.
They were still standing in the dilapidated church, with scrolls hanging on the surrounding walls. The contents of the paintings were very vague, and only classical buildings, a large number of black skeletons, and some strange monsters could be seen.
Outside the broken window is the dark night sky, and the raindrops are falling more and more urgently.
Boom~Boom~
The torrential rain poured down, the thunder exploded, and the black clouds overwhelmed the top.
The man in black in the room gradually woke up and found that he was still alive, looking around in surprise.
"Don't stand there stupidly, go find someone!"
The leading black-robed man scolded and beckoned his subordinates to continue searching.
The five of them searched for a long time among the ruins of the church, and finally found a hidden path and galloped towards the western mountains.
"grown ups……"
The leading man in black suddenly stopped and looked at a towering tree next to him with doubts in his eyes.
The trunk of the big tree is bent in a half-moon shape, standing straight, more than 20 meters high, with lush branches and leaves, and a huge oil painting hangs on the branches.
In the oil painting, two huge devils with a height of tens of meters stand in the desolate and desolate forest, roaring to the sky.
One of them has the appearance of a human with wings on the back, and the other has the head of a bird and a human body with arms as thick as pillars, holding a spear and wearing gorgeous armor.
The two demons looked ferocious and ferocious, wrapped in black mist, exuding a monstrous Killing intent.
The man in black raised his arms, carefully observed the figures on the scroll, and muttered to himself, "This should be a portrait of a devil, it looks very realistic..."
He took out a magnifying glass and took a closer look.
The face of the male devil in the painting is blurred, and his face cannot be seen clearly, only a slightly immature and resolute profile can be barely recognized;
The female devil is wearing armor, holding a shield and a sharp sword, her face is hazy and illusory, her age cannot be seen, only a pair of green eyes are shining.
Although this painting is not exquisite, it is quite beautiful. The characters in the painting seem to have wisdom, and have a temperament and posture that are very different from ordinary people.
"Could it be that……"
The leader in the black robe was thoughtful, stretched out his left hand wearing a black leather glove, lightly pressed on the scroll, and pulled it down forcefully.
Shua~
The painting is torn apart, revealing the hollowness beneath.
The leading man in black robed with serious eyes, took the lead to get into the tunnel leading to the basement, and the rest of the men in black robes entered in a file, going deep along the winding tunnel and digging down continuously.
They lit torches at intervals, illuminated the surroundings with the help of the fire, and guarded the surroundings vigilantly.
However, as they continued to descend, everyone's mood became more and more heavy, and their faces were bleak, as if they were in a Death swamp.
The black viscous liquid soaked in the ankle, wet and greasy, with a fishy smell.
The eyes of the man in black gradually regained focus, looking at the mucous membranes on his legs, and the tentacles climbing up along his ankles, with an expression of enlightenment on his face, he exclaimed: "These... are living in the flesh. The resentful soul of..."
There are five people in black robes, distributed in the center of the five-pointed star pattern at the end of the passage.
Everyone is wrapped in a sticky, wriggling black shadow, constantly gnawing at the bones, from flesh to tendons to skin, gnawing and devouring inch by inch.
"Uh-ah!"
There were shrill screams one after another, bright red blood oozed from everyone's skin and pores, and soon dyed the pants into a bright color.
The five men in black wailed bitterly and fell to their knees, begging the Lord God for salvation.
The black mist surged, turning into black silk threads, penetrating into their bodies, nourishing their injured and mutilated limbs.
After just ten seconds, their bodies were completely healed, but everyone's face was full of fear and fatigue.
The people in black robes supported each other, moved slowly, and proceeded cautiously.
Suddenly, there was a crisp sound of "click" in front of it, as if something was shattering.
"Dangerous! Retreat! Retreat!"
The faces of the people in black robes suddenly changed, and they instinctively dodged backwards while drawing their knives to protect their bodies.
Snapped! Snapped!
The black mist twisted and formed two doors, one was blue and cold, and the other was gray and white, corresponding to the two wooden doors.
Large clouds of black mist sprayed out from the gap of the wooden door, like a huge mouth that opened, covering everyone.
"Go away!"
The black-robed people held up their knives to resist, cutting out a series of sword lights and various elemental magic.
However, the black mist is extremely flexible, allowing it to be slashed by the blade, and it has never been broken. Instead, it gathers and absorbs all the blade light, and transforms it into pure black energy, making it even more terrifying.
"ah!"
A man in black yelled in panic.
I saw his right half of his body decayed and festered rapidly, turning into pus and melting into the black mist, leaving only a skinny head.
hiss! hiss!
The black mist twisted and churned, and swam away like a snake, wrapping around the neck of the man in black, and hanging him in mid-air.
The man in black howled miserably, his whole body twitched, his skin shrank rapidly, his eyeballs swelled, and the spirit in his pupils quickly disappeared.
After a while, the corpse completely lost its vitality, turned into a lifeless corpse, and fell on the stone ladder.
"Ahhh!"
The others were so frightened that their livers and gallbladders were torn apart, they screamed piercingly, and fled in panic.
Hei Mist didn't pursue and stayed still, as if consuming the energy of the man in black.
After a while, the black mist slowly squirmed and turned into a man in black robe again.
"This is a layer of cellars that store a large amount of rare materials..."
The man in black looked around, frowned and said, "There is no magic fluctuation here, and there are no other dangers. Presumably there will not be too strong evil spirits..."
As soon as the words fell, the body of the black-robed man suddenly became stiff and motionless.
"Everyone be quiet, wait a moment, wait until the darkness dissipates, follow me closely!"
An old and hoarse voice appeared in his mind, and immediately, the entire closed cellar became dark and cold, and the oil lamps on the walls were extinguished one by one.
The black mist billowed, converging into a skeleton in purple clothes, suspended in mid-air, watching the corpses on the ground.
His body is extremely shriveled, like a dead ghost crawling out of a tomb, with loose and wrinkled skin, sunken eye sockets, sunken cheeks, blue eyes, full of dead silence and despair.
"You are already dead..."
He stared at the many people in black robes, and smiled hoarsely: "Now... I need a carrier..."