This aura is deadly

"Did you hear anything?" Chen Ke looked at Richter.

"No." Richter shook his head.

He slung the shotgun at his waist and took out a whip from under his coat. The whip hung down to the ground and spread out, with a small spiked ball at the end.

Chen Ke saw four thick small bottles hanging on Richter's belt, two of which had been used up, and the other two bottles contained red liquid.

He guessed that Richter, like the Keeper, had to apply blood on his weapons to kill psychic monsters, otherwise he would be helpless.

In fact, there is no difference between the future psykers and the secret keepers. One is just smearing blood on the weapon, and the other is injecting liquefied psychic energy into the spinal cord. They borrow external things to fight against external things. The great power cannot be attributed to themselves. Maybe that’s the sad thing about being human?

However, the organization behind White and the 2137 Foundation solved this problem, which made Chen Ke very concerned. He still could not believe that those people had found a way to attribute great power to themselves, and it was more like making themselves separated from the family. One step closer.

Gods can kill dependents, but nothing can kill gods. This is also the reason why human beings are extinct in the real world, but... who do you think you are?

"What are you thinking? I suggest you focus more. The things in this castle are not difficult to deal with, but if you take it lightly, it is still easy to die." Richter said half-jokingly and half-seriously.

Chen Ke hadn't heard anyone make fun of him like this for a long time. Looking back, except for Jacob when he was young, only the group of buddies when he first joined the postman and Lucina would make fun of him like this. The rest of them were not If you want to kill yourself, you have reservations about yourself.

He couldn't help but recall his classmates in junior high school and high school. The more he recalled, the more melancholy he felt, and an inexplicable emotion surged up. He removed the magazine of REC7, blew into the blood-filled magazine, and then put it back. , pull the bolt, and drive this emotion away.

Now Chen Ke can no longer return to the state of being a working dog. The various firearms in the dimensional storage compartment are ready to be used. The cold air around him is blowing negatively, and the sound of the clock tower's gears and strange whispers are lingering in his ears. .

Destiny gave him a new path, and he could only go down one path and become the man who broke out of the siege.

Richter is an expert, but the tools at hand were used too much in the first few explorations, so he could only use Chen Ke's power to kill most of the enemies, while he was only responsible for dealing with close-range monsters.

Blood-stained whips and automatic rifles formed bloody harvesting tools in the castle. Chen Ke used CQB tactical moves with ease to clear every room efficiently. The blood-stained bullets were invincible, and Richter's whip was like magic. Capture every living creature that tries to get close to them.

Everything went so smoothly, even too smoothly. It didn't take much effort for Chen Ke and Richter to break through the entire bell tower and find a device similar to a distribution box.

"Have we found it?" Chen Ke watched Richter climb up the steps and pull the big handle on the distribution box with both hands.

"That's right, next is...well!! The library." Richter said. He pulled down the handle, then pushed it outward with force, breaking the handle.

"I remember you said this place would... recover?" Chen Ke reminded.

"Yeah, that's right, but we're still in there, so just pulling it down won't do anything, because someone might come over and put it back up again," Richter explained.

"Then the things here are quite smart..." Chen Ke shook his head.

"What do you think they are? They were all living people once, but they were lost in this castle. Here are gathered... believers from several eras. They worshiped the city lord, thirsted for the power of blood, and even worse. "In some eras, martyrs would live directly in it until they lost consciousness and became part of the castle," Richter said.

"Is this the defense mechanism of this castle? To attract all kinds of believers to serve as free gatekeepers?" Chen Ke asked.

"Don't be confused, that's all I can say." Richter said.

Chen Ke shrugged.

The two then headed towards their next destination, and soon arrived at the library. The floor of the library is made of metal. If the switch had not been triggered before, it should be powered on. But the strange thing is that Chen Ke did not see the circuit equipment, so he had no way of knowing where the electricity came from to energize these floors.

Richter and Chen Ke worked together to eliminate the knight-like enemies stationed here one by one. Their appearance was very similar to the Crusaders of the 11th century. The equipment worn by the Crusaders in the library was very heavy and gorgeous. It looks like the equipment from the Eastern Expedition, more like some kind of ceremonial armor.

"I think these knights betrayed their beliefs and became believers in the blood race. You see, they made four marks on their coats of arms." Richter said.

Chen Ke also noticed that there were regular scratches on the coats of arms and shields of these knights, which did not look like traces of battle.

"The power of the old blood is so charming that even the Crusaders can be bewitched." Richter shook his head.

"After all, this blood shows them tangible power, but nothing they believe in has been fulfilled." Chen Ke said bitterly.

"You are right, but even so, we have to destroy this bloodline. It is something other than human beings." Richter said.

Chen Ke did not comment. Along the way, he had seen people who were confused by power, and there were always people who fought against it. This world might be bad, but not that bad. There are still some people who want to pull it up.

"Yes, you are right. This blood cannot be left. So, where is the key?" Chen Ke asked.

"Here, if I remember correctly." Richter said as he came to the bookshelf in the corner and took a large red book from the third column of the bookshelf.

He came to Chen Ke, handed the book to Chen Ke, and said with a smile: "Come, experience the pleasure of solving the mystery."

Chen Ke sighed, took the book, and saw two lines of incomprehensible letters written crookedly on the cover. He opened the page and saw a copper key stuck on the back cover.

"This book is written in Old Venetian, and I can't understand it either. But do you know? For this key, I searched the entire castle." Richter's tone was like showing off.

Chen Ke understood this feeling, just like a player who couldn't understand English playing a foreign puzzle adventure game by himself without the Internet. Chen Ke guessed that if Richter was put in the modern era, he would definitely be a map-licking player.

"Well... the next is the banquet hall. After reaching the workers' rest area, you have to use your filthy gold cup to clear the way. Get ready!" Richter was full of energy.

Chen Ke nodded and flipped through the book briefly. Suddenly, he found a mysterious circular formation on a certain page, which was exactly the same as the formation that little Jack found underground!