Killing the US fear starts from the fatal bend

Chapter 163 Heretics and Cthulhu Idols

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 through the hole.

Four or five crows fluttered and flew deep. The tunnel that humans can crawl through is relatively spacious for them, but it may not be convenient for them to escape when they are attacked.

As it is now, the first crow flew in for a few minutes, and was discovered by the mice traveling in the burrow. The mice saw the fresh blood food, piled it up, and swarmed at the crows. The roof is too low, the crows have nowhere to hide, and they are about to die.

Of course not.
After all, these crows were carefully cultivated by Luke with the power of fear. Even if the terrain is disadvantageous, they will not be abused by these ordinary mice.

A few crows flapped their wings and opened a little distance again, and then the bony organs on the top of their heads began to emit thin black smoke, and the fog of [Fear Fog] instantly covered their backs while flying, causing fear to the mice hallucinations, and weaken their soul protection.

The rats didn't know what they saw in the fog of fear, and they started to commotion in an instant. The rats circled inexplicably in place, and some lay flat on the ground with their bellies exposed, as if expressing their submission. Most of them gave up attacking the crows .

This is not over yet. Luke is not a character who only takes beatings and doesn’t fight back. These mice dare to attack Luke’s crows. Hissing, in the tragic screaming, the doubled sense of fear began to spread among the rat population, and the slightly cool soul damage attached to the hissing was also very impressive when the [fog of fear] weakened the protection.

"squeak"

The rats made anxious and fearful sounds, shivering, stiff limbs, dilated pupils, and foaming at the mouth. Under the double blow of fog and hissing, they were directly killed by fear and the sting of the soul. The disgusting sticky unknown on the ground In a short time, it was filled with dirty rat carcasses.

The crows passed over the pile of corpses without stopping, and continued to penetrate deep into the cave.As the distance got farther and farther, the cave began to diverge into different forks, and the number of crows soon became insufficient, so Luke sent the remaining half of the crows in to explore together.

About ten minutes later, a crow finally explored the deep and empty cult residence, and Luke also saw the scene in it from the shared field of vision. There were pale white skeletons all over the ground, a large number of rats walking freely among the skeletons, and the surrounding walls were weirdly distorted. The murals, the statue of Cthulhu, and the cultists kneeling on the ground under the statue, like dried bacon.

finally found you!

Although there is only one at present, but following the clues, none of the other cult members can escape.

Startled by the sound of the crow's wings flapping, the cultists stood up from the statue, looked back and saw that it was a crow, with a hint of contempt flashing in their eyes, "Who is it? Dare to spy on the abode of God!"

He turned to face the crow, with his right hand erect in front of him, and waved it obliquely. The palm of his hand and his entire arm turned into a smooth and slender tentacle the moment he swung it out, extending more than ten meters, and landed on the crow. , the sudden attack made the crow have no time to blur and dodge, and was directly rolled up by it.

Fortunately, the tentacle didn't exert force to hang it directly, but twisted and twisted, trying to bring it back to the cultist.

The crow started to blur, but this evil-looking tentacle also had extraordinary special power. It was still tightly wrapped by that tentacle, so it had to use its sharp claws and sharp beak to attack the tentacles wrapped around its body. Attack.

The sudden pain made the cultist's nerves twitch violently. Instead of letting go subconsciously like ordinary people, he suddenly increased the strength of the bondage several times, and directly crushed the crow caught in the tentacles into one Meat paste.

The cultist angrily threw the crow's meat paste to the ground, and let out a few roars of unknown meaning. After hearing the roars, the rats running around on the ground were quiet for a second or two, and then divided into two groups. A group rushed out from the exit, looking for traces of other intruders.

The other group lined up to get under his black robe. The black robe seemed to be a space prop with infinite capacity. At least hundreds of mice got in, and none of them came out.

With the influx of mice, the shriveled and tight body of the cultist, like dried bacon, gradually swelled and plumped up, and he smiled with satisfaction.

"Come on boys, come on"

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

After finishing speaking, some black, slender, and furry things began to grow on his face, that was the tail of a mouse.

Like the evil god he believed in, he turned into the head of an octopus, but the tentacles under the octopus were not fleshy sucker arms, but slender, dark mouse tails.

Those tails started from his lower jaw, growing twistedly, each swinging irregularly, and occasionally a few of them got entangled and tied into a knot, making him look more disgusting than a mouse in his human form.

On the ground, Luke was also furious.

Damn, dare to kill my bird?
Being cautious, although he didn't have the guts to rush directly to the underground residence to trouble the cultists, he still had the guts to make small moves on the ground, not only that, but a lot.

He directly activates the flame spell ability strengthened by the divine "fire", without the need for a spell model structure, the vigorous super power is directly transformed into a hot orange flame under his one thought, and with the participation of the divine nature, it transforms Viscous magma is pink and shiny.

The hot magma flowed down from the hole discovered by the crow, and under Luke's manipulation, it flowed firmly towards the cult's residence.Along the way, whether it was a dead mouse or a live mouse, they were all swept in by the magma, their fur, flesh and bones burned together, turning into a little black impurity in the magma.

Just now Luke has observed the terrain of the cult’s residence through the crow. Except for the 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. tooth!

In Cthulhu's residence, scorching air waves came through the tunnel, which alarmed the cultist who had just woken up.

His hands turned into tentacles, he pulled himself to the mouth of the tunnel, and poked his head out to look out.Then I saw a large number of mice that did not receive the order, and fled in their direction under the pursuit of the magma.As for the mice who received the order, under the gift of Cthulhu, his order can completely suppress the mouse's survival instinct, so all those mice heroically became ashes in the magma.

Seeing the magma rolling in, the cultists' eyes were tearing apart in shock. How could magma burst out of the tunnel?
Could it be that Nierva made a mistake when choosing the site, and chose to sew it somewhere deep?
This fucking Phoenix has never heard of a volcano.

In short, no matter whose problem it is, first think of a way to escape.

The cultists had their brains in a hurry. For the sake of safety and concealment, there was only one exit from this temple. The exit had been blocked by magma, so he had only two options.

If you stay in this residence and climb to the height of the temple, the temple has a large area and the top is extremely high, so it is unlikely that it will be completely submerged in magma. Destruction, I also lost the ability to sleep, this place is likely to become a living coffin, suffocating myself to death.

If you choose to bite the bullet and rush out, you are betting that your skin is thick enough.

I have so many rats and a gift from God.

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

I can control the mice into a group, surround me, and then rush out.Ants can live, so can I.

The cultist obviously didn't think of the difference between flames and magma, or in other words, his brain, which has been licked by the tentacles of the evil god, can think of this method, which is already a super-level performance.

The cultist let out a strange roar again, and the mouse tail on his chin froze, as if to strengthen his order.After hearing the sound, the fleeing mice came to him one after another, surrounded him and wrapped him up.

Soon, the cultists discovered an embarrassing fact, there were too many rats, the holes were too short, and the stack had already reached the top after several layers.As expected of a believer of the evil god, he was extremely mobile. Without any hesitation, he let the other mice stand in front and rushed towards the direction of the magma.

Soon, the swarm of rats encountered the magma.

The body that has not been transformed by extraordinary energy is as fragile as a piece of paper in front of thousands of degrees of magma. The difference is that it needs to be burned for a little longer before it can be turned into ashes.

The sacrifice of the rat group in front did block the footsteps of the magma for a moment.

The cultists excitedly directed the rats around them, go!

Fit into the magma.

Then he found something was wrong, the fucking rats, water leaks, ah no, lava leaks.

The orange-red slurry flowed into the inside along the space where the mice died and the gaps where the mice crawled, scalding more mice to death and creating a bigger gap.

what.
As the magma intrusion increases, the cultists at the core of the rats start to get annoyed, shit, this is not the same script as I thought.

Bright magma has begun to touch his outer skin.

The cultist pulled off the pendant on his chest and held it in his hand. His whole body changed instantly. His two arms turned into soft tentacles, his lower body turned into a long-haired black rat body, and his face became dirty. long and narrow.

His tentacles began to secrete a large amount of mucus, and the jet-black fluff on his body also clinged tightly to his body, trying to block the high temperature for him. "I, Jaques, will extinguish this bullshit magma today, and change my fate against the sky!"

"Great Cthulhu save me!"

"Nirva of Cao Nima harmed me."

The magma engulfed him in an instant, didn't even spit out a single bubble, and continued to move forward. After swallowing all the remaining mice, it stopped flowing.

The cultist's Cthulhu pendant quietly shattered when he died, turned into dust, and passed on his last words during his lifetime.

Is this person suffering from some serious illness, and he took the initiative to drill into the magma, he is indeed a cult member.

Shouldn't their teaching be collective suicide?
Such a large-scale and long-term use of magma ability consumed a lot of Luke's spiritual energy. He saw that the cult members in the passage had been completely wiped out, and the experience points generated after death were also destroyed by the ability tree along with the spiritual tentacles on the lava. Absorb, then withdraw mental power.The magma shaped by extraordinary energy began to gradually disintegrate and dissipate after losing its subsequent support.

Luke sent the crows to explore again, and there were no living creatures worthy of attention underground. In the end, all the crows that entered the cave met in the empty cult residence.The crows shuttled back and forth several times, and found nothing abnormal, but in view of what the old professor said, Cthulhu's pollution, he still did not enter [Transformation].

Anyway, there were a lot of crows, so he sent out more than a dozen crows, some of them were looking for shiny treasures by stepping on the bones all over the ground, some of them were flying in the sky with flapping wings, observing the patterns and furnishings everywhere.

Luke also carefully observed the place through the crow's perspective and the mirror they were holding. This cult residence seems to have been idle for a long time, and it doesn't look like it has been active recently. As the old professor said, it is still in contact with other cults. , and the situation of communicating with each other is somewhat inconsistent.

Could it be the wrong place?
But the statue of Cthulhu on the wall and the rats running around just now are exactly the same as the cult he described, so there is only one truth!Here, it is a hidden branch of that cult, like the last hidden level of the game, you need to push the other BOSS almost before it will appear, but now you have pushed it down in advance.

The inspection was about the same, and there were basically no clues. Luke was about to call it a day in disappointment. By chance, a crow landed on the statue of Cthulhu inlaid on the wall.

"Ok?"

Luke instantly sensed that something was wrong, and he lost control of a crow.

The situation was wrong, but luckily I didn't go in.

He observed through a mirror near the out-of-control crow. The crow was standing on top of the god statue. Its pupils had changed from blood-red to pale. Seven or eight tentacles covered with scales grew out of it.

Through the mirror, Luke uses the identification ability to observe

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

【Statue of Cthulhu】

The statue that the evil god Cthulhu has watched has an extraordinary infectious ability.

【Skill】

[Alienation Infection]: It can alienate the thoughts of creatures that come into contact with idols, making them become loyal followers of Cthulhu, and causing their bodies to undergo random distortions at the same frequency as Cthulhu.

Following his gaze, a supernatural connection appeared in his induction.

Hmm. There is another one in the direction.
West side
Tvina District!

Sure enough, the evil heart is not dead, you can get up wherever you fall, right?

It seems that I will invite Amisha to dinner again tomorrow.

At the same time that Luke was observing the statue, a somewhat dilapidated office was hurriedly pushed away. A man in a black robe walked quickly to the desk, lowered his voice, and said to the person sitting there: "Jacquie Adams is dead, and we have a traitor among us."

After finishing speaking, he took out a pendant with a strange shape, manipulated it somehow, and immediately there was a painful and wailing voice:

"Save me. Nierva of Tsao Nima killed me."

Then the sound stopped abruptly.

The man sitting at the desk thought for a long time before making arrangements: "Bring Nierva to see me."

　I'm sorry, I have to ask for a day off tomorrow. I've been too busy with work recently, so I rushed to get together with several urgent matters.

　　Tomorrow, a well-known scholar will come for an interview, and some materials need to be prepared. The day after tomorrow, a big leader will come to investigate, and a half-year report on the overall work needs to be prepared. The day after tomorrow, a leader will come to inspect, and relevant inspection materials must be prepared
　　Anyway, very unfortunately, they got together and I couldn't keep busy.

　　As you all know, I still have a two-month-old doll to bring when I go home
　　Hey.
　　I try to ask for 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 cannot be too perfunctory, otherwise accidents will happen
　　In short, I hope you can understand more, the pain of part-time writers.

　　Love you guys.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)