Chapter 123: Wendigo (Part 1)

"Underground ruins?"
Hannibal's voice rose suddenly. Although it was still natural and smooth, he couldn't hide the surprise between his lips and teeth.
On the bright red carpet, a pair of young men and women dangled their heads in a humble manner. The coat of beast fur and artificial fabric was covered with dew and mud. The male is slightly taller than the female, and a dead male deer is on his head. The hood made of the head, the female has a long brown hair braid, wearing a pale goat skull on her head.
"Yes, a relic of an ancient..."
The man raised his head, and there were many small wounds on his face, as if eaten by something, turning his face into a broken puzzle, but his eyes were extremely hot.
Hannibal's fingers standing in front of the window flicked the withered purple petals in the vase and set them on the table.
"You are very confused."
"Adult, I... I don't know how to describe it. The word "old" may not be appropriate."
"Tell me exactly what you saw."
"Machines, incomparably huge machines, and many passages, and iron houses, uh... weird metal construction, some geometry, I mean..."
Hannibal raised his hand to interrupt the opponent's chaotic language. He understood that the predator leader had many flaws in understanding. His ability to express was far from comparable to his killing ability, so he turned to the other party's wife. , Another predator.
"Natalia."
"Adult, those relics are extremely ancient in the concept of time, but in essence they are more advanced and incredible than anything I have seen. I dare to guarantee that the most cutting-edge creations of this era are just children's toys in front of those things. "
The young woman's voice was soft and gentle, but each word clearly expressed her feelings and thoughts. The man on the side nodded non-stop and seemed to agree with her.
Hannibal fell silent. He walked slowly in his study, and came to the bookshelf to draw two books of different thicknesses, one is the classic "Covenant" of the Kaymon Church, and the other is the latest publication. Biology book "Origin".
"Some people say that we are created by God, some people say that it has nothing to do with God, we are the product of disordered forces."
He placed two books on the desk and looked at the couple, speaking softly:
"What do you think it is like?"
The young men and women were obviously puzzled by this question. They looked at each other, and the woman answered:
"Sorry, lord... we can't explore such esoteric problems."
"No, you have answers in the center, but you dare not face other possibilities."
Hannibal's words made both of them a little embarrassed, but instead of continuing to struggle with this topic, he nodded.
"I understand, so go down and rest first."
"Yes."
When the two people exited the door, the bookshelf behind Hannibal suddenly opened, and a woman in a mourning dress came out.
"Hannibal, the meeting is about to start."
"What do you think it will be?"
He didn't respond to each other's words, but threw out his own question.
"Snake people have always been a weird existence. They will never take a step out of the echo swamp, nor will they let go of any living creatures that enter their realm, and they are completely unable to communicate. Everyone has always suspected that they are What is being guarded, but no one can discover the secret, or reveal the secret alive."
"I know the facts you described."
"So it doesn't matter what those things are, what matters is what the Oakes will do with them."
"Obvious."
"So, what are you going to do."
"Maybe……"
Hannibal turned and smiled, looking directly at the icy beauty, and the other party immediately came up, with his hands to straighten his collar. Years of getting along will produce a special insight even if it is not suitable for each other. force.
"...Let us first look at how the scared guys howl."
The closed hall was illuminated by seven huge pillars of fire, and the bright red blood flames shrouded everything in a curtain. The rough rock walls were carved with many twisted inscriptions, and an evil altar was surrounded by pillars of fire. In it, there was a figure standing under each pillar of fire, and only one pillar was empty.
The altar is shaped like a chopped stone slab. The gray surface is as cold as death. Its surface is enough to accommodate several people. The side is more than half a meter thick. The side is carved with taboo patterns. It is full of slaughter and sacrifices, and dark prayers. The text was embedded in slate with teeth and bones. Blood was presented everywhere.
On the surface of the altar lies a naked, strong male. His limbs are deeply cut, and thick blood flows into every deep groove and crevice.
"Hannibal always likes to let others wait for him."
A dissatisfied voice came from under a pillar of fire, and the bald man in the ruined ancient armor shook the black cloak behind him angrily~EbookFREE.me~ his turquoise skin was filled with fine prayers, The right hand has been pressed on the hilt hanging from the waist, as if ready to pull it out at any time.
"Parker, he is the high priest, stop your complaints before you can replace him."
Another yin and yang strange voice floated over, as if just to provoke his anger.
"Toka! Stop playing your tricks!"
The bald man turned his angry gaze towards a tattered gray robe swinging in the air. The owner of that thing completely shrank himself in it, giving the illusion that a robe was moving on his own.
"The sacrifice is about to begin."
His body is very fat, and he is more than three meters in height. He looks like a mountain of meat. Every flick of his body will shake for a while. There is basically no covering on his body, only a lot of strange tattoos.
"His arrogance made my Lord angry!"
The hump-backed old lady struggling the crutches in her hand, the skulls strung on it struck each other with a strange laugh.
"Profanity! Blasphemy! This blasphemy is simply... let me see how to punish!"
A priest with a brown priest's robe and a half-faced priest kept turning the dirty book in his hand. The nervous expression distorted the scar on his face, making him look like a ghost.
"coming."
The slender black figure lifted the face hidden under the top hat, but nothing on it.
A gentle footstep sounded, and everyone closed their mouths, as if deliberately annoying them. The footsteps were so smooth, showing the master's unhurried attitude.
The dark door on the rock wall opened, and a smiling Hannibal appeared in front of them, arms spread out as if hugging everyone.
"Oh, it's great to see you still so energetic, my Lord bless you."