Vol 3 Chapter 923: Demon squad (7)

One o'clock in the afternoon, Xiao sigh and two npihniht." The next second, a voice came from their side and said this in fluent German.
The three people heard the words, and suddenly they glimpsed and followed the sound.
Entering their sight is an old man in a red plaid shirt and a gray woolen jacket.
Ten minutes later, inside the house
"Young guys, time is running out." The strange German man held a sharp knife, carrying his light, standing in front of the sofa, revealing a grim expression. "This is your last chance today," he said, and he leaned over and cut a piece of fruit on the coffee table. "Come and taste the hot, hand-made party I have done."
He said as he said. On one side, a piece of cut is delivered to the opposite side of the coffee table.
At this point, Xiaoshen, Horace and Sean are already sitting side by side on the sofa. Horris took a look at the party that the grandfather handed over, and turned to look at the two people beside him. The expression seemed to say: "I didn't expect to encounter such a good thing."
"Well, where are we going to read." The strange German man cut the party and returned to his seat. Wearing reading glasses. He is facing the children. Pick up the book and say, "Oh, the amulet itself is not big, and the mysterious mantra is engraved on it." He seems to have discovered something. He immediately turned the book over and sighed the book page. "Is this thing quite weird?"
Xiao sighed and looked at it, and saw a hand-painted stick figure on the page. The overall pattern seems to be that the two mini-shaped dragons are close to the dragons in Western mythology, rather than the Oriental dragons, which are attached to an elliptical boulder on the left and right, one high and one low.
Of course, if you let the seal not observe, he may see that Van Helsing used a quill instead of a pen when painting the picture, and inferred from the ink that the other party was very rushed; he might also pass this painting. A very poor picture infers the true appearance of the amulet. But at this moment, I feel that my brother is not here. No one cares about these details.
"Is this a talisman?" Xiao sighed at the pattern.
"I think so." The strange German male replies.
"Hey, guys," Horris lowered his voice and said to the two little friends beside him in an excited tone. "It’s amazing that German men are so good."
The old man, who is known as a strange German man, glanced at the children and said with a subtle expression: "My name is Leonardo Cimino."
"Mr. Cimino," Sean asked at this moment. "Can you explain in detail about the balance? I didn't understand."
"Yeah." Cimino should have said, "According to the power of good and evil in this book, it will constantly change and change, and change each other. Every 100 years, at a certain point in time, These two forces will reach a perfect balance.
He paused for two seconds.
And the amulet we just talked about, gathered the power of goodness, is a sacrament to exorcise evil, not only can resist evil, but it is not Destroyed." He pointed his finger at the page. "The word indest milk is used here, and the bottom line is drawn."
Having said that, he turned a page and went on to read: "And on the resurrection night of every hundred years, when the midnight bell rings, the amulet becomes particularly vulnerable. During this time, it will Become a state that can be destroyed."
"What if the amulet was destroyed," Sean asked.
"The balance between good and evil will be broken." Cimino replied, "Evil will become the new order of the world." He looked up and glanced at the children, "but our friend Fan Haixin said even if it is On the night of the resurrection, there is at least one way to stop the dark forces."
"What is it?" Xiao slam quickly asked.
"If someone can get a talisman before the dark forces, you can open the door to the prison through a ceremony that can only be held once every 100 years." Cimino replied, "That is like a terrible The whirlpool and fierce tornado can swallow the evil forces and everything around them to maintain peace for a whole century."
Xiaoshen and the children of the two monster clubs all listened attentively to the description of Cimino, and even Horace laid down the faction.
"Does he have a process to describe the ceremony?" Xiao sighed quickly.
"Yes, and very detailed." Cimino replied. "This diary lasted until the last day of his struggle with the dark forces. Interestingly, from the date, there are less than twelve hours, that is, At midnight we are exactly one hundred years away from that day."
1.40 pm, suburb.
I don't know what kind of structure this American planet like in the 1980s is. In this place that is not far from the city, there is actually a swamp covered by thick fog. Although the drive to the city is only 30 minutes. But the landform is simply comparable to the virgin forest.
"It’s near here, you can smell it," Dracula took his elegant, unhurried pace. Walking through this muddy land.
"Ah," a werewolf in a ragged jacket and jeans followed Dracula. Responding to a few wolves like wolves and wolves, like the orangutans and not the orangutans.
Furfur
Just after their conversation, the sound of something being dragged was heard not far away.
Dracula and the werewolf turned their faces and saw a mummy.
"Oh," Dracula smiled and said nothing.
He also knows that there is nothing to say about the mummies. The dry corpses are obviously not very good at communication.
In short. The mummies and the werewolves seem to have defaulted to their own "follow-up" status. It is logical to follow Dracula's back, and Dracula does not care to lead the two together.
Walking, they came to a deep, vast mud.
"It's here." Dracula stood on the edge of the swamp and sank.
The words are finished. Quietly coming.
After a while, in the middle of the mud, there was a lot of mud bubbles emerging like boiling.
It’s tearing
A few seconds later, along with a rhythmic, grotesque footstep, a rectangular large wooden box floated out of the crust.
Then, a figure full of mud wrapped around the body appeared.
The "person" shadow lifted the box with both hands and walked out from the bottom of the mud.
After walking ashore, the muddy water on his body also faded out as quickly as possible.
In general, he is only a fish-element based on the demon squad endings. An, personally think that it can be translated as "鳃人", the face is like a combination of rushing and smashing, both of which are the demon in the Journey to the West. The figure looks like human beings, and has a distinct Pectoral and abdominal muscles; there are shackles and claws on the hands and feet, and the whole body is covered with crocodile skin.
This is another monster that knows the IQ balance is not enough. When he put the big wooden box on the shore, he looked at Dracula without saying a word, waiting for the boss's instructions.
At this time, the sky above the dense fog suddenly came a faint thunder.
Dracula once again sat next to the big wooden box and gave his cane to the mummy standing behind him.
"I have been waiting for too long," Dracula slowly reached out and uncovered the lid of the wooden box. "It’s been too long."
Looking at the state of the count, nine of the ten people would guess that his old lover was lying in the wooden box.
However, when the cover was opened, it was a tall man.
Compared to the other three monsters, the man lying in the wooden box is still known as the Frankenstein rankenstein, the Frankenstein.
"Cane." Dracula stared at Franken for a few seconds, then turned back and said something to the mummies.
The mummy got orders, and immediately put the cane in his hand and put the stick in front of Dracula.
The cane head of this cane is a bronze bat carved, the size of an apple, and the shape is lifelike.
Dracula almost did not look at it, and he used both hands to skillfully pull out the two "bat ears" on the head of the stick and pressed them to the two ears of Franconia.
I don't know who designed the two parts to be pulled out, but actually brought out two slender copper wires, and the two "bat ears" themselves can be used as clips.
"Wake up, my old friend." After Dracula finished this, he took the cane and stood up and said with excitement, "Our time has come."
After that, he cocked the pole of the cane high. After he slammed down a certain body on the rod, the tail of the stick instantly popped a metal rod and turned into a strange, erected lightning rod.
On the other hand, the community, the sewer.
The four fronts of the Hell line and the blade have already hit the ground from the ground.
From a sniper battle across the street, it became a strange attack in a specific environment.
"Is it a trap?" After the sixth small-scale directional blast, the survival value of the greedy wolf finally fell below 20, just in case, he had to drink a large dose of survival value supplement.
"Every one is placed in a different form?" The greedy wolf said, "Although I know that the front line of is not only a defender but a degree, it is really admirable."
"Hey, you have been in the middle of six times, is it really okay?" asked the broken army, who was more than ten meters behind the teammates, with some worries. "Or else I will go ahead."
"Don't be kidding." The greedy wolf replied, "If you change your words, it's not a matter of six times. Maybe you have already died six times."
"You dare to say it." Breaking the army and pouting, with an unmistakable tone.
"I am telling the truth." The greedy wolf replied very seriously. "I have always maintained a high degree of concentration in the advancement, plus the skills of specific equipment and s-class medical specialization, or I will die." It has been several times."
"Oh, just some traps are so troublesome?"
"It may be okay in normal times, but don't forget." The greedy wolf replied, "Our body has been reduced. Under this premise, the products of the device and summoning specialization will play a greater role." Well, "and the most typical example of this is explosives."
"If you want to say explosives, I have it." The broken army said again, "Since the pursuit of the party is not worthwhile, why should we take the initiative to attack? We can also learn from them, all the way to trap, all the way back."
"Then we haven't had the advantage of playing on the ground before," said the Wolf. "I managed to get a certain degree of suppression by the first hand, forcing them to escape into the underground. If they stop chasing, let them retreat." I don’t want to give up."
"You calm down" is not a man who is optimistic about being a brother. In this situation, he considers the problem more rationally than the greedy wolf. "Maybe the other party is using your psychology to lure." You continue to pursue and then expand the loss."
After the captain made a little call, the greedy wolf suddenly realized: "Wait, you are right." His face changed slightly. "I seem to be caught in gambling thinking without knowing it."
The so-called gambler thinking is composed of many parts, and the most typical two of them are: First, a small win is not a win, no win is equal to a loss; second, the more you lose, the more you need to increase your chips. Back to this.
"There is no more chasing down." At the moment of the wolf's brain, many pictures flashed in front of his eyes. He quickly said to the broken army, "I am not so smart, but those blasting traps. It’s the trick of distracting attention and the real purpose of the other is

This moment.
A blast broke and interrupted his words.
A huge earthquake interfered with their footsteps.
But seeing is not yet to be continued.