Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 383 373. High Priest, finally meet

Underground kingdom.

Dean and his group followed Moon Face and Hedgehog Girl down the circular corridor and deep into the ground.

Paying a little attention along the way, nocturnal species at level 3, 4 and below accounted for 5%, which was the largest range, while level occupied the remaining small portion, but none of them had Lu Guangming.

In addition, the underground kingdom is filled with a blocking force that suppresses perception, especially concentrated in a few secret rooms at the bottom.

There are no wide doors on the thick stone walls outside these chambers, only narrow horizontal viewing holes.

Dean glanced behind the hole a few times. In the darkness as deep as ink, there were intermittent violent and chaotic roars, the crisp sound of iron chains colliding with each other, and even more faintly, there were pairs of animal pupils as big as cars flashing scarlet light, with a faint glow. Come with a slight sense of crisis.

Dean pointed to a viewing hole next to him, "Who lives in this kind of secret room?"

Moon Face stroked the mustache on his upper lip, and said with deep awe in his tone, "Berserker, the patron saint of the tribe..."

A flash of realization flashed across Dean's eyes. Mrs. Carmody from the antique shop in Bridgetown had also mentioned this nocturnal species.

The tyrannical energy emanating from the body squeezed the space and distorted it.

In the end, a small number of surviving monsters hid in the dark underground kingdom, huddled in a pile to keep each other warm, and knelt down under the original giant totem...

Moon Face and Hedgehog Girl looked at each other and nodded, "They are one of the most powerful beings in the tribe. They can crush us into ashes with just a flick of their fingers... It's a pity that they can't communicate. All they can think about is killing and destruction... they can only shut down." In the secret room."

Compared with those weird nocturnal species, his appearance is not much different from that of humans. He is neither tall nor strong. However, this thin figure exudes a vicissitudes and vastness that will be immortal in history.

"Are you afraid of Berserkers?"

In the first picture on the left hand, a faceless giant is stretched out by iron chains on an ancient rune stone pillar, unfolding like a totem, with a terrifying black aura permeating the whole body.

A rough, primitive and empty hall, with a series of lifelike murals carved on the four walls of granite——

He is at least level 6 like a nail head.

In the center is an upright old man, wearing a dirty and simple linen robe like that of a medieval prisoner. His hair and beard are as thick as a gray-brown broom, his cheeks are deeply wrinkled, and he has several gill-like scars. Add three points of majesty and respect.

The most sensitive ones, Christine and Monica, couldn't help but have red eyes.

"Guys, believe me, you never want to come into contact with the Berserkers. Okay...we are here," the hedgehog woman looked at a granite portal at the end of the corridor, "Go in, they are waiting for you."

In the second picture, a group of hunters and heretic inquisitors holding muskets, flails, and supernatural weapons were swarming in darkness. They hunted down humanoid monsters with deformed bodies and running for their lives. They peeled off their skin and bones, and slaughtered them until their corpses were scattered everywhere. Every blade of grass was soaked in blood, and the ground was piled with bones.

Wisps of water vapor evaporated into the air, and the dim light changed in moisture and haziness, and suddenly a group of solemn and cold human figures condensed.

They couldn't help but lament, mourn and be angry at the tragic fate of the monsters in the murals.

They seemed to have teleported from a certain space into the hall.

……

Gululu.

In the third picture, a missionary wearing a black robe and a cross on his chest stands in a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, shouting to God and reciting the Bible at the burning monster on the stake.

Dean gave a comforting look to his companion behind him who was so worried that he couldn't breathe, and led the way in.

A strange boiling sound called everyone's attention back. In the middle of the empty hall, in a metal cauldron on a brown stone pillar half a man's height, some kind of turbid liquid suddenly started rolling in the pot.

These scenes of suffering seemed to have mysterious magic power, playing a symphony of crazy killing, screaming and struggling, and hope for survival in the minds of everyone in Dean.

"High Priest Lesper...we brought everyone here."

The hedgehog girl and Moon Face who stepped into the hall bowed to the old man who suddenly appeared, and then withdrew.

The old man nodded. His eyes were like two ammonite fossils on the dry seabed. With eternal majesty and soul-piercing wisdom, they scanned the faces of the six guests. An invisible pulse in the air spread to Dean, like a knife. Penetrating the skin to his bone marrow and soul.

Dean felt a slight discomfort in his head,

But Dean's mimicry after being elevated to divinity twice was able to deceive the gods. The high priest could not see any secrets from him, only his eyes became darker and more serious.

Dean's eyes turned to the nocturnal species of at least level 5 beside the high priest.

The one on the far right has a long snout like a crocodile, a mouth full of serrated fangs that spits out a terrifying wind, and squats on the ground;
The second one has a yin-yang face that is half black and half white, making people dizzy just by looking at it. He is leaning against the stone wall behind him with a smile on his face, picking his teeth with his black and white nails;

The third person has a strong body, with a pair of long horns on his head reaching into the sky. He has his hands folded across his chest and looks at the guests. His breath is strong and his eyes are full of oppression...

Standing on the left hand side of the high priest was a man with a Chinese-shaped face. His facial features had distinct Asian features. His skin was a bright orange color that was very different from humans. It was dotted with various stripes like amphibians. Even on land, he remained wet. and slimy.

At this moment, his back is slightly arched, and the long and flat tail dragged by the tailbone is hovering in the air.

He frowned, twitching his nose to sniff out the scent from a distance of twenty meters. His eyes passed over Dean's features very slowly, as if he was identifying something... Soon there was a strong hint of surprise and uncertainty in his eyes.

Dean nodded to the man across from him, a sense of accomplishment and a sense of intimacy arising from having gone through all kinds of hardships to achieve his goal, making him grin involuntarily.

After traveling through mountains and rivers, countless battles and incidents, and a journey of tens of thousands of kilometers, I finally found you - Lu Guangming!

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……

Swah——

Colorful tears as bright and hot as aurora welled up in Ying's eyes, and flew out of Dean's body uncontrollably. He couldn't wait to rush over, hug his father who had been away for many years, and take him back to reunite with his mother Lena!

But Dean stopped him through telepathy, and saw the high priest slowly spreading his hands towards them, and his hoarse voice echoed in the hall,
"The moon of the tribe embraces you, the sons of destiny, the Seventh Man...Welcome to Midian." "The Seventh Man?" Crocodile Mouth exchanged a look of surprise with the yin and yang face next to him, "No wonder there is such an amazing killing atmosphere."

The horned man's eyes were filled with flames that were about to burn people to ashes, and he hooked his hand towards Dean, as if he couldn't see his companions behind him at all, "Brothers, come and spar, or warm up."

"Shut up, Rand, have your brain been filled with muscles? Now is not the time to fight for victory or defeat!" Lu Guangming, who had turned into a nocturnal species at this time, scolded the horned man and stared at Dean's face nervously, "Man , do we know each other, where have we met?”

It was obviously a completely unfamiliar Mexican face, but it gave him a kind of intimacy and throbbing that penetrated deep into his soul.

"The last time we met was more than nine years ago, and we got along very well... I have a lot to tell you, but let's talk about old times later." Dean comforted him with a smile, and then looked at the high priest, "Lei Priest Sibo, we traveled thousands of miles to Midian to get an answer, why are you calling us?”

High Priest Lesper looked into Dean's eyes and said loudly, "Since you embarked on the road of monsters, you should have seen how ferocious and cruel the persecution and pursuit of monsters by some human beings is, regardless of whether you obey the human rules or not. According to the rules of society, if you do good or evil, they will try their best to get rid of you, or tie you to the operating table and make experimental specimens. This persecution has been delayed for thousands of years. "

"In the outside world, even if you escape the pursuit of humans, another more terrifying law of convergence will force you into a desperate situation, causing misfortune to your family and friends around you, and tormenting you forever and ever without peace..."

Lesbos's voice paused, and there was a hint of persuasion.

"And Midian gave all the outliers a chance."

"Stay away from the persecution of some human beings and the law of convergence, and live a safe, equal and happy life."

……

There was silence in the hall for a moment.

Dean and the others turned their eyes and started thinking.

A look of distrust flashed across the faces of the two vampires, Monica and Peter, and they bravely retorted,

"You summoned us to Midian just to protect us? Is this even more ridiculous than saying that Jesus Christ is a saint?"

"Two newbies, you'd better measure your own strength before questioning others." The horned man looked at the two vampires with disdain, as if he were looking at ants.

"Don't threaten the guests." The high priest gave him a warning look and turned to everyone calmly. "Of course this is not free. Midian provides you with shelter. You need to become your own people first."

"It's been exposed. You really have ulterior motives for us, but I'm sorry, we don't need this kind of protection." Sean and Boon looked around the dark hall and raised objections defiantly, "You have lived in Midian for a long time. Being in the dark underground is no less than being in jail.”

Christine hid behind Dean and added, "Our leader will protect us, and Midian is not responsible."

"If you don't want to accept it, I won't force you. I can even send you away from Midian right away." The high priest was not angry, but there was a sense of urgency in his tone, "But I want to remind you that a huge disaster is coming. "

"Only by staying in Midian and working together can the seven sons of destiny build Noah's Ark to survive the disaster."

"Disaster, what do you mean?" Dean's head twitched,
The high priest looked meaningfully at the boiling stone pot in front of him, "Put your hand in, and my Lord will tell you the answer."

"Dude, don't worry, I have received enlightenment and I swear I will not cause any harm." Lu Guangming suddenly couldn't help but look at Dean and sincerely advised,

Dean really didn't feel any malice, and his omen expertise didn't trigger a sense of crisis, so he did as he was told and put his hand into the stone pot.

The boiling liquid was not hot to the touch, but instead carried a chill that penetrated into the bone marrow, instantly freezing the soul. Dean's vision went dark, and he caught a glimpse of a fleeting illusion——

The sky, the earth, the oceans, the whole world, and countless planets were reduced to darkness and deathly silence.

The darkness surpassed anything Dean had seen in the past. If he had to describe it, it was like the inside of a black hole in the universe.

Everything is swallowed up and time loses its meaning.

In endless emptiness and darkness.

His own existence was also annihilated.

There is no more Dean, and even the traces of his past existence have been cut to pieces.

With his hair on end, Dean made a hissing sound in his throat. He lifted his hand out of the stone pot like lightning and looked at the high priest.
"What do I see?"

"My Lord's revelation, your final destiny, but there is still the possibility of change."

"What caused this fate?"

"Enemy of my Lord, enemy of all life and existence."

Dean was lost in thought.

"Let me try too?!" Peter had never seen Dean with such a solemn expression, and couldn't help but put his hand into the stone pot for the second time.

The high priest seemed to feel something, and looked at Peter's back and glanced calmly at the mark of Beelzebub, the gluttonous lord of hell and the king of flies and ghosts.

Peter drew his hand away with a pale face.

Monica, Sean, Kristen, and Boone tried it one by one.

"Why do we only see some illogical and messy pictures? I feel like some kind of power is peeking into my body, and another kind of power is hiding?"

"This takes time to slowly understand and digest." The high priest's eyes gently swept over everyone's faces, especially staying on Christine for a few more seconds. "But you have passed my Lord's test. Now find someone with Lao Lu." Please rest in your room, I have to excuse you for a while, and I will answer other questions for you when I come back."

Lu Guangming looked at Dean, "Shall we communicate?"

"kindness."

Dean and his group followed the six nocturnal species out of the hall.

Lesber stared at their backs, his eyes became as dark as the abyss, and the next second his figure disappeared from the place, entering the deepest part of the underground kingdom.

(End of this chapter)