Book of the Otherworld

Chapter 77 Prologue Open the door to check the water meter

"Ula-Vadari!" "Ula-Vadari!"

Bursts of prayers with weird tones are being transmitted from a secret chamber.

Passing through the thick rock wall and the long corridor illuminated by fire, in a dark and empty underground chamber, in front of a blood-covered altar, a dozen men and women wearing black robes, suspected of cultists, are surrounding Looking at the altar, he knelt on the ground, kept raising his hands and leaning down, while reciting that weird prayer.

On the altar, a naked and beautiful girl was lying there, her hands were locked on both sides of the altar, her snow-white skin glowed with a strange crimson under the light of the fire, her eyes were dazed, as if she had already Losing his mind, he waited for his fate like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

A man in a gorgeous black robe came out from among the cultists around him. He held a bony dagger in his hand. While reciting prayers with the others, he walked to the altar. The eyes under the hood Here, flashing with fanaticism and greed, he circled the altar, muttering words.

"Great Satanus, the supreme god, your believers are here to pray to you devoutly and offer sacrifices, please respond to your people!"

While he was chanting, he drew a wound on the naked girl's wrist, and the blood flowed down the wrist and into the stone trough under her body, which had already been soaked by the blood of the previous victims. Covering, the red blood groove formed a strange rune. With the inflow of the girl's blood, the last gap in the rune was also filled, just like the last straw that broke the camel's back, laying the foundation for this ceremony. After touching the last brick, suddenly, a gust of wind blew up, and a hole seemed to appear above the altar, and all the airflow condensed towards that hole.

The four braziers around the altar burned violently, and the flames condensed in the air, forming a head of a monster with horns in the sky above the altar.

The cultists around looked at the monster in the flames with horror and excitement.

The priest hurriedly knelt down on the ground, "Great master, you have finally responded to us! Your humble servant hereby sends you my greetings."

The monster glanced impatiently at the kneeling human in front of him, "Karak, you have let me down again. I told you a long time ago that you have to use a complete summoning circle to summon me. Only then can I Going into your world, a ceremony like this one doesn't mean anything to me at all."

The priest suddenly panicked when he heard this, and the great Lord Satanus seemed a little unhappy.

"Please forgive Lord Satanus, our people are collecting information related to the summoning circle, and I believe there will be results soon."

"Did you summon me just to tell me this?"

"It takes a lot of energy to find these materials. We only ask the great master to give you divine power to your believers so that we can serve you better."

"It's praying for strength again, it's really nothing new." The devil-like head said, full of irony.

"Well, I can give you power, but due to the relationship between time and space, I can only give you limited power first, as long as I can summon my body to your world, then I will naturally give you infinite power strength."

The devil said as if reciting lines, it seems that he has done this kind of thing many times.

The priest didn't hear the perfunctory tone in the other party's tone, his face glowed red with excitement.

"Then, accept this gift!" The monster made of flames suddenly waved his hand, and a hot red light was released from his hand, and the red light went straight into the priest.

The priest let out a scream, twitched on the ground, and began to tear the dark black robe frantically. He seemed to be on fire, and his body exuded bursts of smoke and sulfur. When he finally survived this torment , the brazier in the altar has been extinguished.

He looked down at his hands, and was suddenly overjoyed. There was a strange rune mark in his hand.

This is the mark of purgatory. He has seen it from an ancient Roman book. Now he can use the power of purgatory. His eyes are shining with hot red light. With a thought, flames are surging from his hands. gushes out.

"Ahahahaha, such a powerful force, that's how it feels!" He shouted ecstatically, "Brothers and sisters!" All the cultists around looked at him in shock and envy.

While laughing wildly, suddenly, with a bang, the door of the secret room was blasted open, and a man and a woman walked in from the outside.

"Wow! Wow! Wow! Henry, look what we found, small sacrificial places for little cultists. I really don't understand the current cultists, who are holding advent ceremonies in the city in broad daylight , don’t you have any common sense?”

The woman shook her head as she spoke. She was wearing a long gray trench coat and a cowboy hat. She looked a bit like a western ranger, but at the same time she wore a The sci-fi unilateral glasses add a bit of punk style to her.

Behind her, followed a young blond man, wearing black-rimmed glasses and a suit and leather shoes, who looked like a company clerk, holding something like a detector in his hand, which was emitting a burst of rapid beeping beep.

The two stood in front of a large group of cult members leisurely, but they didn't look nervous or surprised at all.

"Who are you? The guards!"

"Of course the guards were killed. As for us—hehe, of course we came to check the water meter."

"Check the water meter? What water meter?" the priest asked in confusion.

The woman sighed, it seems that no one in this place understands this trick at all.

But the priest immediately reacted, "Are you purifiers? Hmph, I've heard about you a long time ago, but I never thought I'd have the chance to meet you. It's a pity that you came too late. My great master has already His power has been bestowed on me, ahahaha, now, tremble before the power of my purgatory!"

The priest laughed wildly, and the flames condensed in his hand, turning into a fireball, getting brighter and bigger, a fireball the size of a washbasin.

The woman didn't seem to be nervous at all, instead she showed a narrow smile, "You look very powerful—" She nodded with a smile, and took out a pistol from her waist without warning, touch!Gunshots rang out.

The priest looked down in disbelief, and there was a huge blood hole in his chest. He lost all strength, and fell down under the unbelievable sight of all the believers.

Boom, the fireball in the priest's hand lost control and exploded immediately, causing the surrounding cultists to cry and howl.

"Protect the leader, kill the intruders, hurry up!"

Amidst the chaotic shouts, those cultists rushed up one after another, but because of the ongoing ceremony, most of them were unarmed, but the woman didn't give up the slightest bit because of this, she grabbed the buckle of the windbreaker and slammed With a flick of the ground, the clothes under the cloak were revealed, the black combat uniform, and the combat vest was full of magazines, spare pistols, and various grenades.

She fired both guns, as if shooting a target, and the sound of bang bang bang was endless. With each shot, a cultist must fall down, and some cultists turned around and wanted to run away, but the female gunman seemed to have eyes. All of them were brought down, and finally the last enemy was also brought down.

She knelt down on one knee, with the guns in her hands pointing to her sides, leaving only bullet casings, gunpowder smoke, corpses on the ground, and a few wounded screaming and groaning.

"Hey, they're all dead, what are you doing possing?" the guy wearing glasses asked speechlessly.

"Stupid Henry, of course I took a photo. Hurry up, my mother and my legs are sore."

The blond man named Henry shook his head helplessly, and muttered: "Why is the teammate I was assigned such a funny comparison? When I first met, I thought she was a cool beauty, but it turned out—"

I took out my phone card and took a few pictures. Not to mention, through the lens of the phone, the girl on the altar, the corpses everywhere, and the female ranger with two guns, this style of painting is really unique, you can do it It's a promotional poster for a movie.

The female gunman just stood up from the ground, twirled the two guns in her hands like a show, put them back into the holster around her waist, and glanced around, "It looks like a group of rookies, even the most basic I didn't even have any defenses, I thought I would be invincible if I got a little superpower, hum, well, the old rules, you are responsible for cleaning up the scene, and I will take care of the girl," she said, walking to the girl's side, watching A sigh flashed across the girl's pale face.

The girl seemed to have regained some consciousness, and struggled in panic.

"Shh—it's okay, you're safe," the female gunman said, calming the girl's nerves, her hand gently brushed the girl's hair, and touched her neck, but fortunately her pulse was beating It's still strong, and it shouldn't be life-threatening.

"I took her back first for first aid, I'll teach you here," she said, covering the girl's body with the cloak, a princess hugged the girl by the waist, and walked outside.

Henry sighed helplessly, took out his cell phone, "Hey, Sheriff, let your people in."

(End of this chapter)