Man in the old days, Lord of the Seven Sins

Chapter 122 Runes of the Black Pharaoh (4K)

"Here, is the three-element arch bridge that Qisi mentioned?"

The carriage stopped by the bridge.

Rhodes looked at the tall bridge across the plain and the field.

On the opposite side is the territory of Sir Wisf, including his castle.

"Old Moore, are you afraid?"

Rhodes glanced at the shadow of Old Moore beside the carriage, then turned his head and squinted to look at Old Moore who was sitting on the carriage and hiccupping, and asked in a low voice.

"Sir, Old Moore is not afraid. He is even looking forward to your legendary experience at this moment. It is a great honor for Old Moore to be by your side and witness the birth of a legend as a little groom."

Old Moore said humbly.

Although he didn't look honored when he was belching, his tone was full of piety.

"The war between demons and humans will continue until one side is completely destroyed. In the past years, my grandfather has verified this concept, and in the years to come, I will gradually take over to verify and even finally Bring the war to an end."

Rhodes looked at the pale full moon in the sky.

At this moment, for some reason, he expressed some thoughts in his heart to Old Moore.

With greater ability comes greater responsibility, which is a fine tradition inherited from florists.

Although many times this kind of behavior will be regarded as a bad person, Rhodes always has his own set of rules, bottom line and principles.

"End the war between humans and demons?"

"Sir, please allow old Moore to follow you all the time."

At this moment, Old Moore was a little excited. He thought of his son who died in the Battle of Pajavaro.

"I won't stop you, but you have to understand one thing. If you follow me, you may encounter more dangerous incidents, and you may fall into the trap of death inadvertently. Maybe just like this time, You will also be attacked by demons under unknown circumstances."

Rhodes pulled out the M500 and pointed the gun at Old Moore on the carriage.

"Leave his body!"

Rhodes narrowed his eyes and scolded in a low voice.

"Oh! Damn it! I heard the yelling from those rats again!!!"

boom!
Gunshots sounded.

Rhode hit the weird and distorted shadow of Old Moore projected on the ground beside the carriage.

Screams sounded.

"No! You shouldn't be doing this!!!"

The voice full of resentment completely dissipated with the devouring of the black mist demon.

Old Moore's body trembled, and he suddenly woke up from his daze.

"Sir, did something happen just now?"

Old Moore looked blankly at Rhodes who pointed the gun at him. Just now, he vaguely noticed that the inexplicable sense of separation above his body disappeared.

From a certain time on, that sense of estrangement has been filling Old Moore's body.

That feeling, as if he wanted to divide his consciousness and body into two parts, was uncomfortable and uncomfortable, but Old Moore couldn't make any effective resistance.

It even made Old Moore's consciousness fall into some unknown dream from time to time.

"Something dirty is trying to mess with you."

"Oh, it's no wonder that in Old Moore's dream just now, he actually saw a monster with the head of a cat. It was chasing after Old Moore, trying to swallow him up."

Rhodes put away his gun, squinted his eyes, and listened to Old Moore talking about the dream in his consciousness.

In connection with Qisi just now, it seems that this demon will make humans fall into dreams after possessing them. At the same time, it can absorb part of human memories and temporarily control human bodies.

Then how did it get attached to Old Moore?
Rhodes narrowed his eyes. Perhaps when he was at Paul's house, Old Moore encountered something strange while guarding outside the house.

"Old Moore, did you encounter any strange things when you were at Paul's house just now?" Rhodes asked in a low voice.

Old Moore rubbed his red nose, unscrewed the iron kettle and took a sip of the low-quality malt wine. His eyes were blurred as he recalled. After the sense of separation disappeared, his memory suddenly became better.

Many forgotten things are remembered again.

"Just now, when I was outside the door."

Paul's house.

In a quiet corridor.

Old Moore sipped his wine, dispelling the chill that continued to spread from the darkness.

That bad feeling is getting closer.

In the darkness, something is watching him.

Old Moore put away the iron pot, gripped the shotgun tightly, and stared at the darkness on the left side.

"Meow!"

A strange meow suddenly sounded.

In the darkness on Old Moore's right, the sound of the vase being knocked to the ground sounded.

Old Moore turned his head suddenly, and saw a pair of dark green pupils staring at him in the darkness.

The erect pupils seemed to be filled with humanity, looking at himself.

A black cat showed its head.

"Oh, it's a cat, it scared me."

Old Moore wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with his sleeve.

Although he has killed demons before, his old body is still much weaker in response than in the past. When encountering dangers that may threaten his life, Old Moore will also be nervous.

However, when the black cat gradually came out from the darkness, revealing its whole body, Old Moore's eyes gradually widened.

On the twisted and weird body, there are actually a large number of mouse heads entwined, as if those mouse heads were squeezed out of the cat's abdominal cavity.

On the bloated body, a large number of black pustules hung like tumors under the black cat's abdominal cavity.

The heads of those mice were lined up on the edge of the tumor mass.

An ugly and nasty atmosphere filled Old Moore's brain.

With the continuous inhalation of the foul smelling gas like carrion in the shriveled lung lobes, Old Moore only felt that his brain became more and more blank.

He tried to move his body or make a sound, but at this moment, it seemed that time had been stopped, and Old Moore could only watch the vicious black cat walking towards him, while screaming strangely at himself.

Its movements gradually accelerated.

He jumped up, moved those disgusting tumors, and climbed onto his shoulders and head.

It opened its mouth and bit itself.

Old Moore's consciousness also fell into a coma at this moment.

Before unconsciousness, Old Moore heard a large number of rats screaming from the surrounding walls.

After listening to the old Moore's recollection about what happened in the corridor of Paul's house.

Combining Qisi's experience, Rhodes sorted out two possible abilities about the demon.

One is to completely remove the human face and replace it with a leather case made of black cat skin, gradually turning humans into monsters.

The other is through contact with a certain medium. The medium is tentatively determined to be that vile and ugly black cat that possesses humans, or in other words, possesses them in the shadows of humans, thereby controlling humans.

"Sir, will my current situation cause physical problems?"

Old Moore asked with a tangled expression. He wasn't worried about his own safety. He was just worried that if something happened to him, Mr. Rhodes wouldn't have someone to drive the carriage for him.

"As far as the current situation is concerned, there is no problem with your body at all. Although your spirit has been damaged to a certain extent, it has not been overly affected in general, perhaps because of your past experiences."

Rhodes thought of Old Moore's previous identity. As a butcher, after seeing more slaughter scenes, he became more tolerant to those ugly and ugly bodies.

Therefore, Old Moore's psychological endurance is much higher than that of ordinary people.

At the same time, Rhodes checked Old Moore just now, and his body was not affected.

Old Moore breathed a sigh of relief, his expression relaxed a lot, and a smile appeared on his face.

"Mr. Rhodes, since Old Moore's health is fine, please allow me to send you to Sir Wisf's castle. As a legendary witness, Old Moore will faithfully follow you."

Rhodes glanced at Old Moore and nodded.

"Let's go."

"Oh! Damn!!! Why is this happening!! Why was it discovered!!!"

In the dark cellar, a violent voice suddenly sounded.

A mass of sticky black liquid wriggled slowly and penetrated into a human body.

A black cat skin was put on the head, and the human body gradually twisted and decayed into an ugly half-cat, half-human creature.

The wooden box filled with sticky and rotten smell was opened.

A dark rune was taken out by a hand covered with black fluff.

Above the runes, dark-faced human beings immersed in darkness are staring at everything around them.

He seems to represent the will of all, and seems to symbolize the birth of destruction and chaos.

A black-faced man with a golden scepter in his hand and a golden crown on his head.

"This was given to me by the great black pharaoh when he was summoned to this world and left. He said he could help me at a critical moment, and now is the critical moment!!!"

Sir Wyesf's grumpy voice sounded in the darkness.

"Lance! Lance!! Damn, where are you!? Those mice are coming again!! Why are you making me rest!!!"

"Damn it! Those rats are here again! Why!!! This castle has just undergone renovations, why!! Why are there rats!!! Those damn servants!!! You brought the rats to In this castle, you! You all deserve to die!!!”

The hand that resembled a cat's paw tightly held the dark rune, and a large amount of sticky black substance continuously extended from the rune.

"Lance is dead! Lance is dead! Lance was killed by those rats!!! These dirty and ugly rats!!! Damn, you can't stop me!! I will kill Just you guys!!!"

"I want to use the power bestowed by the black pharaoh to kill those damned rats that crawl into the walls!!!"

Obscure and awkward weird syllables suddenly sounded from Sir Wiasf's mouth, and that distorted voice filled the entire castle.

At this moment, the bodies and wills of all the creatures with vital signs in the castle underwent terrible changes under the influence of the strange power of the black pharaoh rune.

on the plain.

In front of the castle.

The dense darkness that was almost visible to the naked eye enveloped the entire castle.

Rhodes held a kerosene lamp, looked at the entrance of the castle ahead, and frowned.

I hadn't felt this aura just now, but after approaching the castle, this ominous aura of doom became more and more intense.

"Old Moore, there is likely to be a change in the castle. Entering with your strength will become a drag on me. You stay here for the time being and guard the carriage. If you feel that something is wrong, drive the carriage and leave here immediately!"

Rhodes stood by the carriage and said to Old Moore beside the carriage.

Old Moore put down the shotgun in his hand, and touched his red nose instead.

Although his strength is a bit weak, he still has some sense of danger. The closer he gets to the castle at this moment, the more obvious the tension and palpitation hidden in his heart.

Obviously, his intuition was reminding him that danger was ahead.

"No, sir, Old Moll, as a legendary witness, will follow you faithfully!!!"

Old Moore tried to refute Rhodes, he really wanted to witness the legendary deeds of Mr. Rhodes with his own eyes.

Only in this way can I write the richest and most complete legendary experience in the autobiography that I plan to burn to my grandson.

Rhodes shook his head.

"This incident may involve more dangerous and mysterious things. I have not fully understood the ability of that demon. If you follow me into the castle, you may die because of it."

"This is Elder Moore's own choice, and has nothing to do with Mr." Elder Moore insisted.

The awkward syllable suddenly came from the castle at this moment.

Old Moore covered his head.

His body suddenly trembled.

The whole face turned pale, and there was a tearing sound of skeletal muscles twisting and pulling inside his body, and even the sound of a hydraulic machine that can only be produced by compressing bones.

Rhodes narrowed his eyes, walked up to Old Moore, and punched him in the abdomen.

Shot in the abdomen, Old Moore opened his mouth and retched.

At the same moment, Rhodes took out a wormwood from Xiuji.

Stuffed it directly into Old Moore's mouth.

"If you don't want to become a monster, swallow it."

Old Moore mechanically followed Rhode's order and swallowed the wormwood.

Rhodes took two balls of cotton and handed it to Old Moore, pointing to his ears.

Moore, whose symptoms were relieved, stuffed cotton into his ears.

The awkward and weird syllables were also much smaller at this moment, almost indistinguishable.

"The mutation has already happened, and you are not suitable to follow me into the castle now."

Rhodes looked at Old Moore lying on the carriage and said in a low voice.

Having encountered what happened just now, Old Moore was almost exhausted from the torment.

He lay back resentfully, his eyes dimmed.

"Old Moore will guard the carriage and wait for your return."

Old Moore could only nod regretfully in the end. If his strength could return to the state when he went to the battlefield to avenge his son in the past, perhaps he would have a chance to follow Mr. Rhodes.

Rhodes seemed to see Old Moore's reluctance, he thought for a moment, and said in a low voice: "After this incident is over, we can have a chat, I have a study on the devil's blood factor, if you feel If you are interested and want to improve your strength, maybe you can try it.”

When Old Moore heard that there was something that could improve his strength, his gloomy eyes suddenly brightened a lot.

"If you can, please let me participate!"

Old Moore solemnly asked.

"Let's talk about it later when this matter is settled."

Rhodes shook his head and took off his left glove.

"Aesop, you are responsible for guarding the safety of the carriage and Old Moore."

"Follow your orders, great master."

Aesop squirmed into the dark shadows at the bottom of the wagon, becoming a shadowy predator ready to hunt any blind-eyed fool.

At the same moment, Rhodes stood in front of the castle, and slowly pushed open the thick rock door of the castle.

(End of this chapter)