Chapter 188: Shadow of Fear (4)

The road to the top of the mountain has been emptied, most of the blood worshippers have fallen on the ascending stairs, or fell off the side of the cliff, only Parker and his deputy, and the leader of the blood worshippers, walking like a cemetery On the mountain road.
The crimson mist had lingered around them like a ghost since they wiped out the last enemy, squeezing their sight into one arm.
"Everyone, stay close, don't get away."
Parker took out a simple black light on the outside to illuminate the road ahead. His voice broke the grave-like silence. The shadow flinched in front of the blue beam of light, projecting onto the stairs and the edge of the cliff in sharp contrast.
He could feel the nervousness of the rest of the people. They were lined up at both ends of the V and followed by a vague noise in the wind, as if it was a language but it was not real.
"Everyone be careful..."
He repeated again, adjusting the lights reflexively and the grip of the rune sword in his hand.
Parker was about to greet the two of them not to follow themselves, they should walk side by side with themselves, and the steps behind them suddenly crackled.
"Parker...Prince...Report...encounter..."
The intermittent reply was full of static pops, and Parker turned back, but couldn't see any figure, and it was empty behind him. .
As he paused with breathless breath, a figure in front of the mountain suddenly rushed out, flashing in front of the beam.
"Who's there?"
He shouted sharply.
"Sign up now!"
The other party did not respond, and Parker rushed forward, but out of caution, he did not chase too closely, but followed the other party with a relatively safe distance.
After reaching the end of the mountain road, Parker looked around and swept quickly with the beam of light.
"you are……"
Parker calmed down and saw the same figure lying on the edge of the stairs. He could swear that this man was wearing the same clothes as his deputy, but the color looked like many old clothes that had been placed.
"Georgia!?"
Huntsman growled, his heart beating wildly.
"Don't pretend to die!"
Silence mocked him.
"Damn!"
Parker gritted his teeth and said, then strode up the stairs and lifted the opponent with a rune sword.
"what!?"
His body shook like an electric shock, Parker stepped back in a panic, and his adjutant faced up, his body covered with honeycomb holes, countless fat maggots were coming in and out of his skin, his eyes were even more It turned into two terrifying voids, and only a monster snake spitting the letter was in it.
There was a smile mixed with satisfaction and dementia on his face, and the corner of his mouth was hooked to the limit of the earlobe. A strong body odor spread from all around him, as if he had been dead for at least a few days.
But Parker remembered it clearly, and he followed another person a few minutes ago.
If he didn’t die then, how did he die afterwards? If he was already dead, what was behind Parker...
A chill came straight up to Parker's spine, but he had no escape route at this time, he could only gritt his teeth, and walked across the body of his deputy. At that moment, his afterglow faintly saw the other party's frozen smile change. It became a kind of ironic expression.
But he couldn't stop, because he had seen the grand altar.
He has seen this altar many times in the past, but for him personally, there is no more difference from other altars, only that it is larger, but also more primitive, without those carefully carved religious ornaments There is no luxurious embellishment, just like the cult of the foolish polytheists in the primitive tribe.
This is also the reason why Parker wanted to apostate. He had despaired at the Church of Wendigo. These were just primitive people who shrank in the ravine. They couldn’t do anything enough to please the gods. Some sacrifices, this is not what Parker wants, he wants to get the true gods, he wants to be the legendary chooser, he wants eternity!
As if stirred by his ambitions, the red mist suddenly dissipated, and everything in front of him shocked him.
The originally standing stone pillars were broken from the middle, as if the beast out of the cage retaliated against everything that bound it. The huge vortex gradually calmed down, like a mirror floating in the sky, no matter from which angle you can see Into their distorted shadows.
Parker saw the huge iron box, which had not been opened, but made a seemingly absent voice calling him.
He walked step by step, the rune sword in his hand slipped out of his hand inadvertently, his eyes were covered with a layer of black haze, and his expression became dull...
As he moved closer to the box, Parker's skin and flesh broke apart, exposing the subcutaneous tissue.
As the blood flows out of the wound, it is very sticky and flows slowly in a dynamic and spiritual posture. This dark fluid flows into the surging blood-colored mirror and gradually forms the shape of a head.
Just like the mortalist used the catheter to release the blood of the dead~EbookFREE.me~ The texture of the flesh was added to the edge of the bone, the face of the skull gradually became clear, and the skin, hair, horny, sharp teeth and even the face were carved Rune-This is a ugly face with a one-horned, unique and brilliant.
As if he had just emerged from a blood-red deep well, this lifeless face began to breathe, and a strong wind was set off.
"bring it on!"
The blood-condensed face said in Parker's own voice, although the sound was only similar, with the texture of the file and the meaning of death.
"Give you eternity!"
There was still a smile on Parker's face.
"Parker! No! Don't!"
A faint and familiar shout came from my ear, as if it was the disappeared blood worship?
The hesitation in Parker's heart only existed for a few tenths of a second, and then he suddenly opened the box from which the chain was removed in the surrounding recitations.
There is nothing in it.
"Do not!!!!!!!!"
In the piercing scream, the power of Hanan ripped open the crevices of this world, plunged into Parker’s despair, everything around him was in chaos, the screams of the unfortunate Christians, the object was ripped and muffled, long Constantly, their will is crushed by fear, some people are dead, some are not, but they are all hit by splashed fragments without exception, or simply Hanan put their anger on them and were torn apart .
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."