Chapter 7 5

Feldman.Colonel Kassad followed Brown.Behind Lamia and Father Hoyt, they walked towards the jade mound in the sandstorm.He had lied to Lamia just now: Although there was indeed a flash of electricity around him, his night vision goggles and sensors were working fine.Following these two people seems to be the best chance to find Jing Demon God.Kassad recalls hunting rock lions in Hebron where he tied a goat and waited. Data from the sirens he had installed around the camp flashed on Kassad's military comm recorder, as did his implant.Except for a few automatic weapons and a siren, let Wen Chaobo and his daughter, Martin.Selenus and the Consul, sleeping there unprotected, was a risk he had calculated he had to take.But having said that, Kassad also very much doubted whether he could stop the Thorn Demon God.They were all goats, tied there, waiting.The point is the woman, the ghost named Moneta, whom Kassad is determined to find before he dies.

The wind was increasing, now howling around Kassad, reducing normal visibility to zero, and battering his tight armor too.The dunes glowed with electricity, tiny lightning bolts crackled around his boots and legs, and he strode along, keeping a distance where he could clearly see the thermal image of Lamia, the data from her open communication log The device keeps coming.Hoyt turned off the channel, only that he was alive and moving. Kassad passed under the outstretched wings of the sphinx, feeling the invisible pressure above, hanging there like a giant heel.Then he turned into the valley, and there was no heat in the Yuzhong, only a cold silhouette could be seen.Hoyt had just entered the semicircular opening; Lamia was twenty meters behind him, and there was no other movement in the valley.Behind Kassad was hiding in the night and the sandstorm. The siren set up in the camp showed that Saul and the baby were sleeping soundly. The Consul was awake, but lay there motionless, and no other movement could be seen on the monitor.

Kassad flipped the safety switch on his weapon and moved forward quickly, striding his long legs.At this time, he was willing to get a holographic detector at any cost, so that his tactical channel could be complete, instead of only getting sporadic information to piece together part of the image.He shrugged his shoulders in the tight armor and continued to move forward. Brown.Lamia almost couldn't finish the last fifteen meters of walking to the jade mound.The wind was so strong that it surpassed the strength of the blast, and twice she stumbled and fell forward in the sand.There was indeed lightning in the sky now, a glare that tore through the sky and illuminated the time tombs that glowed ahead.Twice she tried to call Hoyt, Kassad, or someone else, believing that no one in the camp could sleep in such a violent storm.But there was only static from her comm and her implanted chip, and noise on the broadband.After the second fall, Lamia knelt down and looked ahead; there had been no sign of Hoyt since the last time she caught a glimpse of someone walking towards the entrance.

Lamia grabbed her father's automatic and stood up, letting the wind carry her the last two or three meters.She stopped at the semicircular entrance. Whether it was the storm and the electric current or something else, the jade mound glowed bright, dark green, illuminating the dunes and making the skin of her wrists and hands look dead.Lamia made one last attempt to call on her comm, and walked into the Time Tomb. Rainer, who belongs to the 1,200-year-old Jesuits, lives in the New Vatican in the Safe Galaxy, and serves as a loyal servant of Pope Urban XVI.Father Hoyt was cursing and swearing.

Hoyt was lost, and in great pain, the large room near the entrance of the Jade Tomb had narrowed, and the corridors had turned so many times that Father Hoyt was now lost in a series of subterranean caverns, wandering in green Between the walls of light, he entered a labyrinth that neither the exploration of that day nor the map he had forgotten to bring could recall.The excruciating pain had followed him for years, taking those two crucifixes from the Bikura, his own and Paul's.After Du Hei's implant was implanted in his body, the pain that had always accompanied him became more intense, driving him crazy.

The hallway got smaller again.Rainer.Hoyt screamed, but he didn't know he was screaming, and he didn't know what words he was screaming, words he hadn't used since growing up.He just wanted to vent, to escape the pain.Aside from carrying the DNA of Father Duhei, the soul of personality Duhei is all burdened in the cross-shaped parasite on his back, and he also wants to throw away the terrible curse of his own evil resurrection in the cross-shaped chest on his chest. But Hoyt, even as he screamed, knew it wasn't the now-dead Bikura that caused him so much pain; Become idiots, just their own DNA and the host of their parasites, and also become parasites of the parasite Jing Demon God.

Father Hoyt of the Jesuits carried a vial of holy water blessed by the Pope, a copy of the Holy Communion received at High Mass, and a copy of the Church's ancient exorcism rites.These long-forgotten things are sealed in a plexiglass ball and hidden in his pocket. Hoyt staggered into a wall and screamed again.The pain was an indescribable force now, not even a shot of super morphine he had injected fifteen minutes earlier.Screaming, Father Hoyt grabbed at his clothes, tore his heavy cloak, black jacket and collar, trousers, shirt and underwear, and ended up naked in the shiny hallway of the Tamazuka. Shaking with pain and cold, screaming into the night.

He staggered forward again, found an opening, and walked into a room much larger than any he remembered exploring during the day.It was empty there, and the entire empty room was surrounded by transparent walls thirty meters high.Hoyt knelt down with his hands on the ground, looked down, and found that the floor had become almost transparent.Looking through the thin floor into a vertical pit; about a kilometer deep beneath the pit was a blazing flame, and the room was filled with the flickering orange light of a distant fire. Hoyt rolled on his side, laughing.If this was the vision of hell that was being shown for him, it really didn't help.Hoyt's idea of ​​hell was solid, the pain that felt like twisted wires pulling through his veins and guts.Hell was also the smiling face of the starving children in the slums of Armaghast and the politicians who sent boys to serve as artillerymen in colonial wars.Hell was what he thought that in his lifetime, in Douhet's lifetime, the church would gradually disappear, and the last believers would be only a few old men and women, who could not fit two or three rows in the cathedral of Peace Star.Hell was how hypocritically he presided at morning mass, while the wicked cross beat warmly and lewdly in his heart.

In a rush of heat, Hoyt watched as a piece of floorboard slid back, forming a floor door leading to the pothole below.The room reeked of sulfur.Hoyt laughs at the cliché, but within seconds the laughter turns to a sob.He was on his knees now, clawing at the crucifix on his chest and back with his bloody nails.The two cross-shaped marks seemed to glow in red light, and Hoyt could hear the sound of the flames below. Hoyt! Sobbing, he turned to see the woman Lamia standing at the door.She looked past him and behind him, raising an antique pistol.Her eyes were wide open. Father Hoyt felt the heat behind him and heard something like the roar of a furnace in the distance, but beyond that he suddenly heard the scraping of metal on stone, the sound of footsteps.Hoyt grabbed the bloody marks on his chest and turned away, his knees worn out on the ground.

He saw the black figure first: ten-meter sharp horns, as sharp as blades, with legs like steel pipes, with curlicues made of half-moon blades on the knees and ankles.Then, in the pulsating heat and shadow, Hoyt saw the eyes.There are a hundred compound eyes and a thousand of them emit red light, like laser light shooting out through a pair of rubies. Below are the steel-thorned collarbone and mercury chest, reflecting fire and black shadows Brown.Lamia fired her father's pistol, and the sound of the bullets echoed in the roar of the furnace. Rainer.Father Hoyt turned to her, held up a hand, no, don't shoot!He screamed: It grants a wish!i have to promise one

Jing Demon God, who was originally five meters away, suddenly came here, only an arm's length away from Hoyt.Lamia stopped shooting.Hoyt raised his eyes and looked up, and saw his own figure reflected on the red-hot steel shell of the thing. At that moment, he also saw the Jing Demon God appearing in the eyes, and then the thing disappeared, and the Jing Demon God disappeared. Now, Hoyt raised his hand slowly, rubbing his arm almost as if amused, and watched as a waterfall of red covered his hand, his chest, the cross, his belly. He turned to the door and saw that Lamia was still staring in horror and shock, not at the Thorn Demon God now, but at him, at the Jesuit Rainer.Father Hoyt, and in that split second he found the pain was gone, he opened his mouth to speak, but only more red stuff came out, squirting red.Hoyt glanced down again, noticed that he was naked, saw the blood dripping from his chin and chest, dripped onto the now dark ground, saw the blood flow like someone turned over Bucket of red paint, and then seeing nothing, plummeting headlong into the deep bottom.