Chapter 534 – The Night Hunt
Chapter 534 – Night Hunt
In front of this incomprehensible and horrifying scene, the man briefly froze for a second or two, and then let out a loud yell violently, frantically throwing the wine glass out, while violently dodging to the side.
The glass fell to the floor and shattered instantly, the remnants of the wine splashing out across the floor like blood, the surface of each drop of liquid seeming to instantly emerge as subtle flames and brooding, majestic faces, the man staggered back, nearly tripping over the couch beside him, and finally holding on to a wall before he could stand still.
He gasped and stared at the broken glass and liquid on the floor, his heart beating as if it were about to explode, while the symbiotic soot jellyfish wandered chaotically and blindly through the air beside him, gradually crumpling into an odd orb.
The gruesome reflection was gone from the broken glass and liquid on the floor, and it was as if what had just happened was just a frightening vision, the man struggled to catch his breath, wanting to rely on inhaling more fresh air to calm himself, while a hint of a not-so-firm paranoia gradually emerged from the back of his mind, that maybe it really was just a hallucination, and that maybe he really was just overly nervous… …
“It’s all a hallucination, it’s all a hallucination …… it’s a mental malfunction after encountering the effects of subspace ……” he muttered quickly, applying mental hints to himself while drawing power from the symbiotic Profound Demon body to draw power, constructing a mental level of protection, “Stop associating, stop remembering, avoid connecting, avoid connecting …… The Holy Lord descended to shelter me in the Profound for eternity, the Holy Lord descended …… “
“I appreciate your optimism,” a voice reached his ears, “but blind optimism won’t solve the problem – relax, I’m just trying to get some insight from you.”
The man jerked to a halt in his prayers, the voice ringing in his ears like a ghastly whisper from subspace, clenching his mind as if it had substance, and in his stiffness he slowly turned his neck to look in the direction from which the voice had come, only to see that it was the glass on the wine cooler – the glass quietly burning with an eerie green flame, and in the flame reflected the subspace-returned Ghost.
“Get outta here!”
A surge of courage from nowhere, this Annihilationist steeply fumed, waving his hand to draw on the power of the sooty jellyfish, and hurled a ball of dirty, dark corrosive sphere towards that wine cabinet, accompanied by a loud thud, the entire wine cabinet was blown to pieces by this energy mass, and glass shards were scattered and splattered all over the room.
Before those shards could hit the ground, however, the ghastly figure appeared once again on a mirror in the corner of the room, “Had enough venting? If it’s enough, let’s talk about it.”
The cultists in the room finally noticed the pattern – it was the mirror.
That subspace ghost could invade the place through the mirror!
In the next instant, the man wasted no time in shattering the mirror in the corner of the room, and then proceeded to frantically smash the glass ornaments on the nearby shelves as well as anything within eyesight that could produce a mirror!
Sharp cracks of glass rang out in the room one after another, smashing what could be smashed, and covering what couldn’t be smashed with newspapers, clothes, or anything else they could find. Fear transformed into anger, and anger transformed into false bravery, and the cultists acted with this “bravery”, blocking off and destroying everything that could lead to the subspace ghost’s destruction in the room. The cultist, supported by this “courage”, acted quickly, blocking and destroying all the “mediums” in the room that could lead to the “descent” of the subspace apparition, and during the whole process, the rising green flames and the ghastly figures in the mirrors continued to haunt him almost unceasingly.
Always new mirrors appeared, always new voices came, always new faces appeared in the field of vision, staring at him gloomily.
But after an indeterminate amount of time, the terrible haunting finally dwindled to a halt.
The man had destroyed or covered almost everything in the room that might reflect things, and had also blocked all the windows with thick curtains, and with the last of the glass vases, which he had thrown into the garbage, the building once more fell into dead silence.
The dimness had descended outside the room, while inside the room was only shadowed by the glow of the oil lamps, the ghastly ghostly green having faded from the flames at some point, and inside the room the cultist stood in the middle of the mess, breathing heavily while being wary of the dimness and stillness that surrounded him.
It really didn’t seem to be coming back.
Even the sooty jellyfish that had been symbiotic with itself had quieted down, only looking a bit shriveled and the smoke floating around its body looking extraordinarily thin and dark, as if it had been so consumed by the confrontation just now that it was struggling to continue to maintain its form in reality.
The man just stood silently in this darkness for a long time, seemingly judging something cautiously, and it was only after a long time that he slowly exhaled, and reached out to grab the black jacket thrown on the couch, quickly draping it over his body.
There had been a lot of commotion in the room just now, and it had probably attracted the attention of the neighbors, and although sheriff’s deputies had always been slow to respond in more isolated neighborhoods like this one, as long as someone reported it up, there was still a chance that trouble would find its way to the door.
What’s more, this room had already been targeted by the subspace ghost, and was no longer safe – destroying and blocking the mirrors in the room only blocked the channel through which the ghost had “descended”, but it was impossible to eliminate the ghost’s influence from the root.
Now that the ghost was temporarily blocked from the real world, before the magistrate reacted, before the ghost found a way to invade this place again, the only correct choice was to leave this place as soon as possible.
Already planning his next move quickly, the man donned his coat and cloaked his symbiotic demon, then took a step towards the door.
But before he left the room, he suddenly stopped again, his gaze going to the pile of clutter in the center of the room that was covered by many newspapers and rags.
After a moment’s thought, he waved his hand and threw a cloud of shadowy energy – the newspapers and rags were blown away, and a large pile of shattered mirrors and glass that had previously been covered up was scattered across the floor, glowing with a cold, unsettling light in the dimness.
“It’s best if someone reports it.”
The man smiled in satisfaction, and immediately afterward, not daring to look at the scattered mirrors, he turned and flew open the door to his room, flashing into the night outside.
Cautiously navigating through the streets and alleys, taking cover from the shadows of the buildings and occasionally utilizing the power of his magic spells to conceal his form, he darted away from the area, which was no longer safe, and ran towards the lower city along the familiar route he remembered.
It was now curfew time, and the guards were already on the streets, so it was likely that he would be caught and questioned if he moved outdoors, but this was not a big problem for a cultist who had been moving around the city-state for many years, and had long since adapted to the “night life”. As long as you don’t make too much noise, there are plenty of “blind spots” under the eyes of the church guards.
The figure hidden in the darkness smoothly passed through the guard posts between the city districts, drilled into the more complicated and ancient alleys of the lower city, and after rounding many forks and bends, he finally stopped in front of an old, plain-looking house.
The man cautiously surveyed his surroundings for a moment, and reconfirmed once again that there was no sign of the eerie, ghostly green fire in his vision, nor any suspicious noises in his head, before he breathed a small sigh of relief and stepped forward to knock on the door of the house a few times at regular intervals.
He then waited patiently until footsteps approached on the other side of the door and a lowered voice reached his ears:
“It’s late at night, let’s talk about anything tomorrow.”
“It’s too late in the night, and my traveling companion and I just want to go in and rest our feet-we bring some interesting stories from far away.”
Silence fell behind the door of the room, and it was some ten seconds before a slight clicking sound reached the ears, and then the door opened noiselessly in the darkness, and a thin, small-looking figure appeared in the doorway in the dim light.
“Come in, don’t make too much noise.”
The man nodded and darted inside, casually closing the door again – accompanied by the soft click of the door lock falling into place – before he finally breathed a small sigh of relief, his face revealing a general sense of celebration after the robbery.
“Why did you come over at this time?” The skinny figure in charge of opening the door was still cautiously looking at the “compatriot” who had just entered the room, although his identity had been confirmed, the other party’s actions were not in line with the “rules”, which made him wary, “We didn’t get your We didn’t receive your contact in advance.”
“The situation was sudden,” the man in the thick black coat shook his head and lowered his voice, “My operation failed, an unexpected higher being intervened, and now he’s on to me – but don’t worry, I’ve temporarily blocked his access to the real world. His channel into the real world, the priority now is to report this matter upwards ……”
The thin-built cultist’s expression instantly froze when he heard these words, and he immediately stopped the other party’s move to continue speaking, and casually picked up an oil lamp placed on the table next to him, and spoke in a low voice as he walked towards the corner of the room, “Follow me, go underground, and don’t talk about our actions in the line of sight of the Four Gods.”
“Good.”
The skinny cultist opened the secret door in the corner of the room, and the two figures, one after the other, drilled into the hidden ramp leading underground.
Soon, they arrived inside the assembly ground located underneath this building.
It was said to be an assembly ground, but in fact it was just a secretly excavated basement – the not-so-big room had a few chairs placed around a round table, which was lit with a few oil lamps, and there were also some implements and materials used for performing rituals and heretical cults placed in a messy manner.
At the end of the room was a dark sculpture in the shape of a grotesque “tree” with a dark trunk that branched out into thorn-like, dizzying branches that gave off a disturbing aura.
Clad in a black jacket, the man walked down the stairs and saw that there were already several figures gathered here, which were obviously the “compatriots” who had followed the procedure to enter the basement urgently when he knocked on the door just now.
His eyes swept over the “compatriots”, who in turn looked up and scrutinized the visitors after nightfall.
After a few moments, the slightly tense atmosphere relaxed a little, and the man in the black jacket exhaled, stepped to the round table and sat down on an empty chair.
At the nearest position, a shadowy man with yellow hair and a sickly-looking face glanced up at him, and after a moment of silence, he suddenly asked, “Trouble?”
“I wasn’t able to break through that ‘dream realm’, there must be something wrong with the information given by those End Preachers – damn it, should have known, there’s no one worth trusting except for the Holy Lord’s followers! ……”
“Slow down, calm down first,” the man with a shadowy face squeezed out a smile and casually took a glass of water from the side and pushed it over, “Have some water.”
The man clad in the black jacket took the glass of water and exhaled, “Thanks, Duncan.”
(Time to push the book, titled “This Fox Fairy is Too Inhuman”, the main character is a crumb fox, joyful towards the no-frills, life is too hard, just have fun reading it.
……
“Ren Yidao! Please be a human being!”
“Eh? Be a human? But I’m a fox fairy.”
“And please call me Righteous Father.”)
(End of chapter)