Chapter 926 908. Dark Cetery
When Lan En got closer, he realized that the way the guy opposite wrapped his head and shoulders in linen was very different from those of the pilgrims.
Wrap it around the head in a circle around the face, so you can’t see what the face looks like at all.
Imdiately afterwards, when he was still four or five steps away from Lan En, the demon hunter's eyesight and experience made Lan En suddenly realize that the opponent's muscle movents were a bit abrupt.
However, the two knives in the opponent's hands are both forearm-long daggers, and they should not be within attacking range now.
This abnormal situation made Lan En take a cautious step back.
Since the opponent only takes four or five steps before taking action, I will leave six or seven steps.
And just when this step back was completed, ‘Whoosh’!
From under the linen wrapped around the head and shoulders on the opposite side, a long neck suddenly stretched out!
There was a big snake head attached to the front of the neck. It bit into the air a few centiters in front of Lan En with a 'click' sound, making the sound of teeth clashing.
This is not a person, or an ordinary person.
While he was rolling, the sound of the blade entering his flesh was heard several tis.
Then he beca a gourd himself.
The result is that the skin looks no different from the dirty scales of this snake man at first glance.
The snake man's body and head were nailed to the wall, but his legs and feet were still stepping on the stone floor several tis without any force, and finally slowly collapsed.
Hence, Lan En's eyes were already half-focused on his feet.
That is the mark caused by the use of tools, not the use of weapons.
They must have heard the sound of the battle between themselves and Osroais above, so these snake-n began to clean themselves up.
On the contrary, it showed a sense of elegance that is rare among warriors in this world.
as expected.
But a snake man!
His limbs are very different from those of humans, especially in this critical mont, when people have no ti to clean up the dark stains and black spots on their bodies.
If you are facing so knights who are steady but not too flexible, this kind of movent will definitely be very annoying.
There is a knight here facing the door, assuming a posture similar to 'sitting cross-legged'.
【Spiritual Vision】is turned on.
He kicked his legs slightly and floated four steps sideways like a piece of paper.
Priest Emma said, ‘keep going forward’, but this seed to be a closed room.
No useful information ca out, but Lan En still ca to so conclusions after examining the corpses of these snake n.
The two short knives in the hands of the snake man are almost equivalent to revealing his own fighting style in the eyes of a warrior of Lan En's level.
Similar to the ancient idea that craftsn who built tombs for emperors were buried with them in the tombs.
The strange-shaped pair of knives made a blood-letting **** on his body, turning his linen cloth into a wet and sticky ss.
Their hands have calluses from long-term work.
What made Lan En frown even more was the layout of this room.
That was the sound of the two strange-shaped daggers he was holding, being pulled into his body while rolling.
There is a kind of sinister cruelty.
ntos analyzed the current situation in his mind and reminded the subject.
It's just that the craftsn were forcibly sealed in the tomb.
But facing Lan En
The witcher just lowered his body, and then kicked him in the ankle while he was floating sideways.
“Priest Emma has no reason to lie, sir.”
Those two knives are not thick, but winding and forked.
There were no signs of fierce fighting in this secret passage, so Lan En thought they were cleaning themselves up.
Walking past the corpses of these loyal secret tunnel builders, Lan ca to the deeper room.
Lan En could only frown. When he suddenly stretched his neck again, he accurately seized the opportunity to move sideways, and at the sa ti stabbed his brain from the side with the Sword of the Lake Lady and nailed it to the wall. .
After a sudden bite, the snake-man who was approaching quickly did not attack Lan En directly.
With excellent vision, timing, and crisp execution. The snake man had just started to move when he was kicked away by Lan En.
Because this posture is often seen in Eastern practice scenes, but now it is in a Gothic building, with the body of a knight in full European plate armor.
But he stood up again and silently rushed towards Lan En again.
"I agree." Lan En also looked around, "So, will it be the Magic Gate?"
These snake people should be the builders of this secret passage.
This posture made Lan En feel a little uncomfortable.
The cat's eyes beca darker.
This kind of snake people seems to be similar to the snakes in Lan En's impression. They don't roar or hiss. Even if they are in pain and are about to die, they look quiet and lifeless.
At first glance, it looks like a smart weapon that can inflict cruel wounds.
Sure enough.
Directly opposite the door of the room, there is a road extending behind the wall.
The originally thick wall did not exist at all in [Spiritual Vision].
Lan En walked over and pushed his shoulder slightly against the wall, and the entire wall disappeared like a phantom.
“The tricks of spellcasters are sotis common across the world.”
The witcher pouted and complained. A phantom wall that blends into the environnt. He had seen an introduction to this trick in the library of Arethusa.
Warlocks often use it to hide their laboratories or safe houses.
Walking forward, the ground here is not even paved with stone bricks, it is just earth and stone.
This also ans that Lan En has finally reached the other side of the mountain range where Lothrik City is located.
After walking to the end, there is a height difference of about five or six ters.
Lan En looked carefully at first to make sure that he could return easily before jumping down slightly.
At this point, the barrier of the building is lost, and the sky can be seen again.
But after Lan En glanced at the sky, he felt that the situation was even less optimistic.
The sky is getting darker.
The fla is getting weaker and weaker.
This seems to be a cetery, with various sarcophagi placed here.
Lan En still walked forward according to Emma's description.
On the way he also t two gravekeepers who were exactly the sa as those in the cetery in front of the Yousui Church.
After showing them the small flag they got from the officiant, the two tombkeepers who were rare and still sane put away their pair of knives specially used to bleed the undead.
"But the team escorting the captives has passed for a long ti."
Although they have not turned into completely irrational zombies and wandering souls, the speech and thinking of the two gravekeepers have also beco unsatisfactory.
I could only speak stumblingly during Lan En's consultation and recall with difficulty.
"It's been a long ti?" Lan En frowned slightly, "How long is a long ti? Can it be specified to the sky?"
“Heaven?” A gravekeeper with sunken cheeks repeated the word, as if he had to try hard to rember what the concept of “heaven” was.
In the end, he could only shake his head helplessly, and the tattered hood on his head also swayed.
“No, I don’t rember, I don’t rember anything anymore.”
"I saw that the prince's fire-prevention girl was a woman who studied crystal magic. She, she led a group of people and escorted the prisoner away."
Fire-proof woman, it sounds like she is soone who prevents flas.
But in fact, this is a very prestigious title and position in the world's religions.
This high and low position is related to their responsibilities: when a candidate for the Fire King appears, the Fireproof Girl will provide all help to the hero who maintains the world and help him beco the Fire King.
The original aning of fire-preventing woman is ‘a woman who prevents flas from going out’.
Becoming a fire-proof girl is the ultimate ideal and goal of the saints in the sect.
Prince Lothric is a candidate for the salary king. Of course he has his own fire-proof girl.
The prince's fire-prevention girl escorted the captured hero forward and there was no movent.
These factors combined gave Lan En a bad premonition.
“Thank you.” Lan En thanked them and blessed them.
“Hold on a little longer, I hope you can still be bathed in the flas.”
The two gravekeepers nodded with numb expressions. They also raised several dogs here, but those dogs also suffered from mild or severe mutations as the flas beca weaker and weaker.
Their souls are also lost, and the abnormalities in the soul are reflected in the body.
"Go ahead and do whatever you want, sir. Just be careful of the fork over there. Not long ago? A long ti ago? Ah, I can't tell the ti. Anyway, a crystal lizard ran over there."
The gravekeeper said to Lan En while combing the fur of his mutated big dog.
“As long as you don’t ss with it, it won’t ss with you.”
"Thanks for reminding."
Lan En nodded to them and continued walking along the road.
It can still be seen along the way that this cetery connected to the fire-passing sacrificial site originally had managent personnel.
Just as the First Fire weakened, the curses of the undead beca more and more nurous. Most of the cetery guards also beca undead, and finally turned into wandering spirits, wandering aimlessly on the roads they originally patrolled.
These are all speculations Lan En got from the undead people on the road, the corpses that have not yet reawakened.
Yes, corpse.
Before Lan En ca here, soone had already cut through this road.
“The blade is light and thin, and the edge looks familiar to . It is very precise in its execution, and it is used to bypassing defenses and cutting flesh directly.”
Lan En's fingers traced the incision on the wandering spirit's neck while muttering the information he had collected.
"A master of swordsmanship can even be called an 'expert'. And... a sword?"
Lan En looked towards the far side of the road.
It was so dark now that Lan En had to light a small glass lantern around his waist.
Behind the demon hunter squatting down to examine the corpse of the wandering spirit, a small pool of blood-red vortex appeared on the ground, and slowly rotated, rising up a similarly blood-red humanoid shadow.
The shadow is a tall woman dressed conservatively. In her hand is a staff with a large spherical crystal on the head.
After she rose silently from the blood-colored vortex, she walked slowly behind the witcher with a calm face and lowered her footsteps.
In her left hand, she clenched a sharp dagger.
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