Chapter 185: Shadow of Fear (1)

When the power of Hanan ripped open the gaps of this world, and fell deep into his despair, everything around him fell into chaos, the screams of the unfortunate Christians, the muffled sound of the torn and torn objects, and the endless, Their will was overwhelmed by fear, some people were dead, some weren't, but they were all hit by splashed debris without exception, or simply split because Hanan poured his anger on them.
Parker's calm faced the turbulent disaster, a terrible beam of light projected from the sky into the earth, and then a weird wind swept everyone.
"Go on...it will go on forever."
He said so, with exclamation and fear in his voice.
"I can see my father, my brothers, I can hear them... calling me."
However, everything was doomed from half an hour ago...
A man stumbled up the steps of the mountain road and stumbled when he reached the top. He lay on the ground with his face down, and his head hit a cold black boot, which was even worse than the rock under his feet. To be hard, lift your head from your boots, and blood oozes from his temples, flowing down his severely deformed face.
This man looked like a semi-melted wax statue. The muscles on the right side of the body all produced terrible swelling and wrinkles. After finally seeing what was in front of him, he gasped in excitement.
"Me, my... my lord."
The believer was still lying awkwardly on the ground, stuttering, and blood was pouring from his mouth.
"Parker and blood worshippers are approaching from the foot of the mountain."
Edward in a black shirt looked down at the cultist for a moment, and seemed to be affirming him, then turned to Hannibal standing near the huge altar beside him. In the red vortex in front of them, there were vague screams from time to time. Spread out.
"How long will the ceremony take to complete? It's not good to be caught up by Parker before we are ready."
Edward asked, he seemed somewhat reluctant to admit that the plan had been proceeding according to his expectations so far.
"Edward..."
Hannibal said quietly, calling the priest's name straightforwardly and unadorned.
"...These flies are nothing but disgusting dregs. We have the keys and we have enough bodies."
He said, pointing to the many believers around the altar.
"If necessary, we can even imprison them in the wall of the corpse before completing the ceremony. After that, we don't have to think about them at all."
Edward looked at Hannibal, and he could see the confidence radiating from him. This was the first time in decades that someone dared to call his name so directly, without feeling the coldness of the sharp blade across his neck. The priest couldn't think of how to answer it-he clenched his teeth in anger, hating Hannibal's success, but also eager to reap the reward of the ceremony.
"The facts prove what I said is true, don't they?"
Hannibal laughed, his straight dress didn't even get a touch of dust in the wind.
"No danger……"
"It turns out your luck, Hannibal."
Edward interrupted, there was no way to keep silent.
"Can't underestimate Parker, they will easily solve the bodies you laid out. Why should I believe your latest disgusting optimism about safety?"
"I have certain reasons..."
Hannibal replied, his voice hissing like a snake.
"...Because one of our allies is coming, a character who is far more than wanting to bow down to the gods."
Edward didn’t agree with him deeply, especially after seeing the
big man
with his own eyes. It was a terrorist force that could not be controlled. He was sure that Hannibal would negligently care about it, and he would definitely enjoy it there. Everything you make.
"very good."
Edward said vaguely, waving with disdain.
"Preparing to meet everything that will come... By the way, solve this idiot."
He kicked at random, kicking on the face of the proselyt, breaking his chin.
"For... I... why? I... my lord,"
The followers said incoherently, splashing blood and breathing heavily to suppress the scream.
"I... did I let you down?"
But Edward ignored his words altogether. Instead, the strong Marauder leader Bakshaev stooped down and held his hair to lift him.
"You did a good job and did not make mistakes, so you will be honored."
Hannibal said with a smile, and then Bakshaev threw the helpless idiot into the stone altar. In the bound vortex, they lifted a half-iron black iron box out of the bound vortex. At that time, the scream of the victim became louder.
"Sad, do you know how Hannibal will open the box of terror?"
As he climbed the mountain, Parker gasped and asked, frowning frantically thinking about all the complex events that happened during the day.
"I don't know, Master Parker."
Senior blood worshippers answered.
"I guess he needs a sacrificed land and a suitable atmosphere to complete the envisioned ceremony."
"The sacrificed land?"
Parker wondered.
"What does that affect?"
"It depends on the nature of the artifact. Based on the records we found in ancient books, I guess we are running towards an artifact of Lord Wendigo, so this land needs to be sacrificed by blood and carrion."
"How much do you need?"
With that said, Parker walked back to the Rift Valley and looked down again. In the dense fog, you can see the dazzling red light rising~EbookFREE.me~Ok has burned the war to the town of Song of Songs, their time is not too much.
"Perhaps a standard-sized swimming pool is enough?"
"The gluttonous lord, are you kidding me!"
Parker said walking back to the mountain road.
"If so much is really needed, it would probably be enough to kill the entire Wendigo church."
"It is not necessarily that this place is very special. Maybe there was a crack in the past, or it has been dedicated to the gods. The power of the ritual here is extraordinary, which can minimize the requirements of the sacrifice."
"We must rush to the top of the mountain and stop it before the stupid ritual begins!"
The others nodded in agreement and they accelerated the pace again.
But a large group of people suddenly rushed down the mountain road. They are humans — or once were humans.
Their muscles melted and crumbled, and their heads showed the shape of a half-beast, staggering crookedly and slowly through the stairs. Everyone has Wendige's mark on them-this makes them a failure between the deer head messenger and the mortal, but the number is as many as hundreds. They continue to come and encircle Parker and others Stuck in the middle of a mountain road made of rocks, throwing rough javelins and shooting with pistols.
"Damn! Too much!"
Parker growled, just because the people around him seemed to retreat.
boom!
A shell shouted and hit the mountain road, and the broken bullet rain swept to the Wendigos who swarmed together.In an instant, they fell like a wheat swept by a sickle.
"It's Oak's cannons! They are coming!"
Parker waved his eyes to disperse the smoke in front of him, and the front turned into a flesh and blood quagmire, but he couldn't control it. He stepped directly on the stairs dragged by the internal organs and went all the way up, and struggling to kill the mutated believers.