Chapter 60

Through the faint light in the manor, Rolle looked around carefully and couldn't find the disgusting fly, but the annoying sound of "buzzing" was still heard.

Obviously, this' fly 'is very cunning.

He continued to touch the depths of the back garden, and the sound of "buzzing" became clearer and clearer.

As he walked, he heard some small sounds again.

Under the cover of bushes, Rolle slowly approached the sound source, then popped his head and looked at it through the weak light source around him.

Those are two bodies still twitching

From the perspective of clothes, it should be the servants and maids here. Their clothes are untidy, like hiding in the garden.

The corpse's facial expression was ferocious and frightened. His eyes seemed to be staring out of his eyes. A stream of dirty blood was still flowing out of his eyes, ears, mouth and nose. It seemed that he had experienced great pain before he died.

Rolle came closer and found that their celestial caps had been broken, revealing a dark blood hole

"No... it's not broken, it's more like destruction from the inside... The brain jumped out by itself?"

Rolle could not help frowning on his face under the mask. It seems that he, a model and enthusiastic citizen, is going to crack a big case today.

He followed the "buzzing" sound and continued to touch deep into the garden. Then he saw some light at an underground entrance similar to a wine cellar, and there was a faint voice inside.

Roll's left hand popped out the bone spur, opened the door lock of the wine cellar, opened it and drilled in.

The first floor of the wine cellar looks like a normal wine cellar. Bottles of red wine are placed on the shelves on both sides, and several cold lights are lit on the wall.

The position of one of the wine racks is somewhat offset, revealing a one person high hole in the back. You can see the fire flickering in the hole.

"Shh!"

Rolle made a 'silent' gesture to the baby cat.

The little milk cat quickly covered his mouth with two small claws and nodded.

Rolle got into the hole and found that there was a spiral staircase. He went down the stairs and came to a wide basement. There were more than a dozen people in it, and some mysterious ceremony was going on.

Rolle hid outside the door and watched secretly.

These dozen people wore the most common white robes on the market and looked like ordinary priests, but they drew a strange and strange pattern on their chest: a pair of cicada wings of insects, with a big mouth full of sharp teeth in the middle.

Their station was in the shape of a six pointed star. Everyone was whispering something in a language that rolle couldn't understand. It was obviously not ventilated around, but the torch and brazier were still waving. The old man who pulled everyone's shadow twisted wildly on the ground and wall, looking like a group of demons dancing.

The whole scene is a cult ritual.

In the middle of them, that is, the central area of the six pointed star, there is also a pattern of wings and big mouth. On the pattern, there are also several long gunny bags, which are crawling.

The sobbing voice of a young woman kept coming out of one of the sacks:

"Brother... Why did you do this? Mom and dad won't forgive you..."

Out of the cult members came a young man with an extremely fierce expression on his face. He severely stepped on the sound sack and forced her to be quiet.

"Master deyol, you can start."

A thin old man in the crowd said.

The young man nodded, took a snake shaped dagger from his arms, cut his wrist, and sprinkled a few wisps of blood on the central area of the six pointed star.

After the blood fell to the ground, it was boiling and surging, and quickly spread around like a carpet, turning the center of the six pointed star into a surging blood pool.

The young man personally threw three sacks on the ground into the blood pool. With a violent twist, the sack slowly "sank" into the blood pool.

Then, with a crazy look on his face, he knelt on the ground and shouted loudly:

"Welcome my Lord!"

Other cult members also knelt down one after another and shouted together:

"Welcome my Lord!"

The blood pool was boiling violently again, and something covered by mosaic rose slowly.

It's literally a mosaic. You can't see the real face of this thing with the naked eye, but it's about the same outline as a statue.

The statue slowly flew to the young man's head, then turned into a gray light and penetrated into his body.

The young man was shocked and his body began to twist violently. In the blink of an eye, he grew into a giant of two meters. His originally handsome face also became ferocious and evil. He bulged up a lump of iron muscles and emitted a faint green light.

He's green and strong.

"This is... What a magnificent force! I feel that nothing in the world can resist me!"

The young man's voice became hoarse and dry, as if sandpaper were grinding stones. He punched next to him, and the strong wind just blew a big hole in the wall.

"Ah! What a terrible force! Thank you for the gift of our Lord!"

The blood pool in the middle was no longer boiling. It was quiet and solidified slowly.

Other cult members showed a look of joy and came forward to congratulate one after another. Only the thin old man with a suspicious face muttered in a low voice:

"This... Although it is a good thing that our Lord gives strength, why does he not come? Is there a deviation in our ceremony?"

The young man noticed the scene and asked:

"High priest, what's the problem?"

Instead of answering him, the old man stared at the dried blood on the ground, which was condensing a symbol.

"This symbol is a little strange and has never appeared before. Its meaning is..."

The old man muttered in a low voice. He took out a booklet from his arms and looked at it for a while. His face suddenly changed.

"The meaning is... Run?"

The young man suddenly turned pale, seemed to notice something, and shouted angrily at the door of the basement:

"Who is it?"

From the shadow outside the door, slowly came out of Rolle's figure with a top hat and a black-and-white mask.

"Just a passing enthusiastic citizen."

Rohr whispered, taking his sword out of his left hand, and continued slowly:

"I always hesitated before, because I didn't want to kill people. Even sinners should not be judged by me, but now... I suddenly changed my mind

So... "

"You! Everybody! You must die!"

He said word by word, picked up his sword and rushed to the cult.

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