Chapter 1043: Catastrophe (3)

Pegudola opened the ring to reveal the niche of the hermit.
　　 He lowered his shoulders, and the short stick in his hand made a deep quack.
　　 The walls are inlaid with wooden boards, exuding fragrance, and carving the legendary goddesses and saints. They look so inhuman, so that they update monsters, not gods.
　　 "Clear..."
　　 he murmured, walked in, and marked a secret base of blood worship on the map.
　　 "I'm thinking about why these cultists are so crazy when humanity is on the verge of extinction."
　　 Ekaterina walked beside Pegedo, whispered.
　　 Seeing the senior witch nervous as if watching a stone seeping water droplets, but even these extraordinary people are not all equal.
　　According to Pegedo's understanding, if the evil is the embodiment of all evil in the human soul, then the worshipped by the blood worship must be a half-mad of evil and killing.
　　'S existence is a manifestation of the atrocities of war, and even the psychology of picking one out of a hundred cannot fully withstand his test.
　　 If Pegduo points out something that shakes his trust in the natural justice and good deeds of mankind, it will not be the indifference of the wizards to the power of Hanan, nor the greed and stupidity.
　　 created a horror belief like blood worship.
　　 "I never asked."
　　Pegdor was silent for a moment, and finally answered.
　　 "Are you curious?"
　　 "Of course I am curious."
　　 But Pegedo has given up any expectation of getting answers from the so-called alien mouths of the so-called tantras.
　　 And blood worship is not the only dark thing hidden by humans in Arkham. His thoughts drifted to another organization, and he couldn't help shivering in his robe.
　　 "I heard that the Empire has publicly tried the crime of the shadow prince. They claimed that he was corrupted by a cult and that he himself disappeared."
　　 Suddenly, Yekaterina said meaningfully.
"The shadow prince may have some extreme behavior, but they are not similar to the blood worship... I have dealt with both. The existence of the blood worship is tangible, just like you and me, but more than that. , And the shadow prince is another kind, standing in his presence as if standing
　　 In front of the door of a room so dark that he can't see through it... He is invisible and immaterial, as if his appearance before you is a gift, nothing to return, in that respect, he is more similar to those so-called occults. "
　　 he sighed, there was a kind of emptiness in his heart, and he seemed to be gradually increasing when he spoke.
　　 "But I really can't imagine him doing such a thing."
　　 "Master Karen told me personally."
　　 "Master Karen said in person?"
　　Ekaterina nodded.
　　Master Karen is currently one of the main leaders of the Three Wizards. If it is him, then maybe the rumor carries a little truth.
　　 That is the most important.
"and many more……"
　　Pegdor suddenly squeezed his short stick, this place is very secret, specially used for him to meet other people, some people who can not meet on other occasions
"Did you hear it?"
　　 "What do you hear?"
　　 Ekaterina raised her head, and the slowly flowing lighting turned the black walls into dark green brown.
Soon, the sound of footsteps from the rear corridor slammed her attention from the entry to the rows of decorative ancient armor standing on the internal bulkhead, which should have been a private museum, but was abandoned after the war It’s just that Pegdor reused him
　　, used as a stronghold of the secret school.
　　 Suddenly, Yekaterina noticed that a shadow slipped behind the nearest armor.
　　 When she looked at it, she felt a sudden buzz in her mind.
　　 The armor is a rare wild dark green, so carefully and skillfully created to give the shape of the wearer's limbs and torso wrapped under the rolled metal sheet.
　　 Judging from the badge above, this armor is from the Old World, but Ekaterina cannot call the name of the knighthood it belongs to.
　　 But this is not the point. The point is that an inexplicable ice is slowly climbing the surface of the armor, although her skin does not feel a sudden temperature drop.
　　Pegdor pulled her back and took a pistol without thinking.
　　 "Retreat."
　　 Bang~!
　　The next second, the ancient armor exploded.
　　 First shot from the center of the breastplate into the wound, the gorgeous breastplate exploded outward, and the arm and leg armor fixed in place by nail pins and metal wires exploded toward the four corners of the hall.
　　 The last piece of the floor was the helmet, which hit the ceiling, leaving a dent in the carefully constructed scaffold, then fell, crashed, and stopped on an oak pilaster.
　　Pegdor put down his pistol and the energy of witchcraft dissipated from the muzzle.
　　 His breath seemed to have been lost after a close duel, his heart thumping in his chest.
　　 The witch looked at him with a look of consternation.
"what happened?"
　　 She looked at the destroyed armor, but found nothing unusual, as if the frost just now was just an illusion.
　　However, Pegdo did not look at the armor.
　　As the light cast by the burning candle slowly faded away, the shadows cast by the armor displays, tapestries, and the wizard himself stretched and twirled on the far wall.
　　 except one.
　　 It is very thin and long, looks no stronger than a dead tree, wrapped in the dark, like the acolyte wearing a robe.
　　Pegdor knew, but somehow it stared straight at him.
　　 He felt the rustling of metal pieces, the crunch of the scaffold, and the rumble of some evil things wandering among the tall, gathered shadows of the surrounding walls.
　　Pegdor felt a chill, but his skin did not confirm that this dissonance made him shudder.
　　 It looks like...
　　 But that's impossible!
　　 It has never appeared before him, but what is it doing here?
　　 "Pegdo?"
　　 "Shadow..."
　　 he murmured.
　　 "Are you all right, dear?"
　　 "I think...I think I saw..."
　　Ekaterina firmly grasped his shoulder~EbookFREE.me~wake up. "
　　 asked her concern.
"What do you see?"
　　 Begdor blinked, he shook his head and stopped tinnitus, his leather boots stepped on a piece of crumbling.
　　 "Nothing, nothing..."
　　He tried to say.
"but"
　　 "I'm too nervous, that's it."
　　Pegdor detailed.
　　 "My state of mind is not stable, and frankly speaking, this is not the war we are going to fight, but I still prefer to stay on the front line to fight instead of here... I was deceived by the shadow and thought it was the phantom of the enemy. That's it."
　　 "Deceived by the shadow."
　　 Yekaterina repeated slowly, let go of him.
　　 "There is something in your words, Peggy."
　　 "Don't worry about this problem anymore."
　　Peggy took a deep breath and put his momentum and firmness into his voice.
　　 "We have more important things to do."
　　 "Your lying technique is as poor as before, Peggy, but since you don't want to say more, then I believe you."
　　 Yekaterina lowered slightly, her voice a little deep, but it was only limited to this, as if you were going to add something but thought about it again.
"Ok?"
　　 Suddenly, a heraldic door at the far end of the hall