Arknights, but the family has fallen again

When Hai Si's blood flows through the veins of the Ghost Shark, calling out to the Creator...

Who created the Creator?

"It's a little itchy."

The scarlet tongue captured Ott's earlobe and dragged the tempting prey back to its lair. The water squeezed between the two of them, leaving almost no space for them to hide.

The deep-sea hunter spoke wetly and vaguely, "I know you, and you know me... The way people on land understand each other is not confusing..."

"So... let's communicate..."

"Do not."

Ott placed his hand on Laurentina's palm.

Although the water in the bathtub was still scorching hot, and although the blood of the deep-sea hunter was still boiling, her other half of the blood forced her to maintain a "healthy" body temperature.

A "healthy body temperature" that is so low that it is difficult for the sea water to take away the temperature.

Otto gave a gentle signal, and Laurentina obediently let go of her control.

He turned around, and his still calm face reminded her of the holy image just now.

"Now is not the time."

Anxiety rose in Laurentina.

"Um……"

But this anxiety, which was forcibly suppressed by Otto's order, brought a strange kind of happiness.

I must be crazy.

Yes! It's because of the nuns!

she thought to herself.

Chapter 202 Night Attack

Ott sat cross-legged beside the campfire, surrounded by the smoky incense, his eyes half open and half closed.

The skull beside him was becoming increasingly dilapidated, and the candle on top of it had been replaced. The previous candle had dried up again, sticking to the surface of the skull.

However, surprisingly, its dilapidated state makes the audience feel a sense of perfection and harmony.

His long fingers were exposed to the air, with his index finger protruding and slightly pointed downward.

The bonfire crackled, its flying sparks occasionally illuminating a tentacle that flickered in and out. It had no roots, winding its way from another world, seeking only to touch Ott's index finger, which pointed downwards and instilled a sense of enlightenment.

A panic atmosphere filled the air, and Amiya and Ghost Shark, who were both sleeping soundly in the tent, frowned unconsciously.

But Kal'tsit seemed to hear Mon3ter's joyful roar.

"Doc, what on earth were you just…"

Mysterious Conversation: Consumes three points of camping and repair time; prevents night attacks; increases the pressure of all companions by seven points.

Dark Power: Consumes two points of camping and repair time; increases pressure by 20 points for yourself only; increases damage to a companion by % (lasts for four battles).

In the Darkest Dungeon's mid- to long-term dungeons, players can spend a total of 12 camping points to repair. The specific actions that can be taken depend on the hero.

Otto just used these two powers.

"Arrange a vigil."

The cat was a little confused.

She lifted the tent and said to Ott, "Come on."

……

The tent wasn't very big, so sleeping with four people seemed a bit crowded. However, this crowding strangely gave Kelsey a sense of security.

While the small, cramped space was difficult to maneuver, it also offered few uncontrollable factors. Furthermore, being in such an environment with those close to her made Kal'tsit temporarily put aside her "speculation."

She breathed a sigh of relief and was about to ask Ott what he was just looking at when the Agor beside her woke up and started to act rashly.

Maomao grabbed her hand that was trying to reach out to Ott and asked in a low voice, "Miss Laurentina, what are you doing?"

Although it was not the first time they slept together, Kal'tsit could clearly feel the difference.

Previously, the nun, in her unconscious state, had a certain innocent cuteness, but now, this fake-smiling shark was acting with a different kind of "aggression." She would sometimes conceal her recovery, and sometimes unscrupulously use her body as a weapon.

"Doctor, I can't breathe!" The Deep Sea Hunter's wine-red eyes turned, and he very pretentiously withdrew Kal'tsit's hand and covered it with a melon: "It feels like something is pressing on my chest."

……

Kal'tsit was choked.

And a familiar hand moved over the slightly raised part - Otto seemed to have heard the "nonsense" of the deep-sea hunter.

"Stop it! Amiya is also in the tent!" Kal'tsit reminded.

What if she's not here?

Or maybe she can't feel it?

The air flow hit Kal'tsit's sensitive ear canal, burning a hole in her defenses. "Don't worry, she's asleep."

Kal'tsit's heart was trembling, but she remained conscious.

The Agor seemed to have noticed this, too. She giggled, and while Kal'tsit wasn't reacting, Roudi joined Ott in front of her, each drawing an arc with a certain stone as the center.

Don't treat me as a toy!

Kal'tsit was about to explode, but the two stones became hardened by the repeated strokes. Although she still had all her strength, she was afraid of hurting Otto, so she didn't dare to act rashly.

The deep-sea hunter exhaled a breath as sweet as orchid. She whispered into Kal'tsit's other ear, but her eyes were looking at Ott in the dark tent: "Let's do something happy together."

She should not be able to see Otto, but her eyes were extremely determined.

“Ah!” Kal’tsit was about to say something, but suddenly froze, her voice completely out of tune: “Amiya!”

The two bent legs rubbed against each other anxiously, and the smell of hormones gradually became stronger. If you listen carefully, you can also hear a slight slippery sound from this friction.

"She should be asleep."

Ott emphasized again, but a palm had already joined the deep-sea hunter below.

Laurentina was merciless. Just like she had done to Otto in the bathtub not long ago, she sucked Kal'tsit's earlobe and her scarlet tongue gradually explored the cat's ear canal.

"You, both of you!"

Maomao suppressed his breathing, seized an opportunity, and turned over in his place while holding Agor.

The tent shook.

In this way, the one caught between the two people becomes a deep-sea hunter.

Things developed just as Kel'tsit had predicted. Ott didn't care about the change in his target. His relentless sensual stimulation immediately turned the gun and pointed it at Laurentina.

After a brief pause, the moved stone became Laurentina's.

With a desire for revenge in mind, Kal'tsit quickly explored the abyss below the Deep Sea Hunter.

"The Agor people are indeed gifted." She stirred it slightly and found it incredibly smooth.

"Oh... I've already made up my mind to dedicate myself to the Lord." Laurentina forced herself to endure it, but her skin still trembled.

Beyond the point of words, she gave up trying to hold on. The huntress opened her lips slightly, and like a fish out of water, she turned her pretty face helplessly, looking in Ott's direction, letting out a low "huh" sound.

Ott seemed to have noticed Kal'tsit's previous predicament. While complying with the hunter's invitation, he reached out to the cat.

So, while the hunter was still feeling satisfied and fulfilled, Ott and Kal'tsit were kissing each other on her chest.

The unfamiliar heat and thirst forced Kal'tsit to lean forward, constantly absorbing water, while Ott's head kept leaning back.

One in front and one behind, the two of them went back and forth between Laurentina's fruits.

Laurentina stood on tiptoe, lost in thought for a long moment, her hormones washing away the smell of blood. She quickly yanked Kel'tsit's hand away in anger, and threw her upper body onto Kel'tsit.

The bonfire was still crackling and burning, and it shone on the tent, casting a long shadow.

The sharp triangle of the tent looked so huge against the church wall. There was no wind inside, but it was shaking constantly.

"..."

Amiya's eyes were tightly closed, but a few blushes appeared on her cheeks.

It’s okay for Dr. Kal’tsit!

How come even the ghost shark!

Besides shyness, anger and some indescribable emotions were also surging.

This subtle feeling even made her stop calling her "Miss Ghost Shark" in her heart.

Chapter 203 The Noisy Prophet

In front of the group were the corpses of skeleton mobs, "Skeleton Sword Masters", acolytes, and skeleton bureaucrats.

"The enemy is behind the wall of the room we just left in, right?" Laurentina swung the circular saw, flinging a mixture of bone dust, blood, and mud from the blade. "Then why are we still taking this path?"

It turned out that although the place where the group camped was only separated from the "Noisy Prophet" by a wall... due to the lack of corresponding props, Otto and his friends had to go around it in a big circle.

Otto is really capable of doing anything except lying directly.

"Breaking through the wall to reach the boss dungeon requires too much reality." Ott said strangely, "And I need a thinner reality for now to steadily explore the power of the Mystic."

"Is that so!? Doc Otter!"

In the distance, Amiya stood on tiptoe, pouring holy water into a solitary urn in the corner of the corridor. The holy water dissolved the ashes, revealing the shimmering contents.

"...It's actually a gem!?" The little rabbit was dumbfounded. "What kind of place would hide burial objects in a corridor like this!?"

"We have much more to discuss about the marvelous design of this world," Ott said calmly, "but the focus right now is on the prophet."

"Anyway, now we're going to fight like this, right?"

Laurentina had already placed her hand in front of the door.

"Come to think of it, aren't we going to face a 'prophet' in the church?" she asked curiously. "This door looks more like it leads to the basement than the main hall!"

The door is open.

The light from the Deep Sea Hunter's torch shone into the pitch-black inner chamber. A stench of corruption wafted from the doorway. Following the rustling of chains, a tall figure appeared within the flames.

The broken bench divided the entire boss dungeon into two parts. One part was empty, with only the crumbling spire on the challenger's side; the other part was filled with expensive wood and neurotic prophets.

The room wasn't a good place to be, resembling a secret missionary. The ceiling had been massively deformed, and even the footsteps of Ott and his group could cause the bricks to shake.

The prophet's clothes were tattered, his body covered in signs of torture. A massive shackle held his neck and left hand, while his right hand had been freed at some unknown time. On that crimson right palm, a pair of slimy, bloody, lifeless eyes stared blankly at anything.

"This madman is hiding here, behind the bench, chattering away his stupid nonsense!" Ott slowly recited the lines that originally belonged to his ancestor: "His irrational laughter echoes madly - we must shut him up!"

"What's going on in this room..."

Before Kal'tsit could finish her words, the noisy prophet had already noticed the team.

He looked miserable, and as he turned his lifeless eyes upon the crowd, he shouted, "Those who believe in idols are in trouble!"

"Doc Otter... your actions just now seemed..." Amiya pointed out sharply, "You were all saying something that was half-understood."

"A veil of evil hangs over everyone!" the prophet scolded. "You should have stood with me against the evil sand!"

He then spoke madly, "Evil needs accomplices! Accomplices need evil!"

The prophet suddenly stared at Otto and his voice became louder and louder.

"You! The storm is coming!"

prophecy.

Ott only felt a sinking sensation in front of him.

If he had the chance to look up, he would have been able to see the rubble crumbling precariously above his head.

Ott didn't have time to look up.

The broken skull floated up without any instruction, and the flames in its eye sockets were already burning. The bright red light from the skull's eye sockets shot towards the prophet, but he seemed unaware of it.

Curse of weakness!