After bumping into the villain boss [Western Fantasy]

"Then, what is the believed dark god that is active now? Could it be that the god of Zhigao has fallen?"

Iverson asked this question for Linton in a trembling voice, which attracted the attention of everyone present.

Obviously, other people have also wanted to ask this question for a long time, but for various considerations, they have not been the first to eat crabs.

Waverline replied in very succinct language: "From what the stars tell us, there is no lordship among the gods we know who has fluctuated or diminished in power."

Of course nothing disappeared.

In other words, none of the currently known deities show signs of corruption.

Linton frowned uncontrollably, and wanted to search for this matter, but there was only so little information that made him unable to start. After thinking for a long time, he had no ideas, and soon gave up.

Waverline's words have been finished, and the focus is no longer on him.

Anlan took the lead in turning his head to look again, and said in a quiet voice to Allen who was approaching, "What happened this time has something to do with you?"

The whole person seemed to be stained with a pale gray light, and the frightening young man nodded and shook his head again, as if he didn't know how to answer for a while.

After a while, he spoke in a hesitant tone.

"In a sense, I knew this happened in advance, but I didn't know the specific situation-before it happened."

With that said, he set his eyes on Haishizi, and looked him up and down seriously and carefully.

The green boy was stared at a little strangely, he couldn't help but frowned and asked in a subtle tone: "What's wrong?"

"...You're actually fine... Fanyinting is far away from the castle where your family lives, so I don't know if it's a good or bad thing for you."

Haishizi's brows became more and more clenched, an ominous premonition, and he kept pumping his heart, as if something very bad was about to happen, but he was powerless, and he didn't even understand it so far. do not understand.

He walked steadily, which was rare, and rushed to Allen in two or three steps, reaching out and grabbing his neckline.

After all, Haishizi is a fighter who cultivates seriously. Although he has recently been obsessed with alchemy, in fact, he has not neglected his military training.Compared with Alan, who is just a traditional magician and only has a little strength because his family was poor and went to the fields when he was a child, he lifted him up easily like an eagle catching a chicken.

Haishi's tone was very dangerous: "What do you mean by that?"

Allen smiled coldly, his voice was unclear: "You don't know? That's right, you shouldn't have known."

"Everyone in the Edsick family, except you, should be in a coma and dying now."

The light green pupils shrank instantly, and Haishizi almost couldn't wait to ask: "What do you mean?"

Behind the two, Linton, who clearly heard the conversation between the two, felt as if some memory was gradually recovering, telling him what happened in this part he had seen in the past.

——Why is there such a clear memory?

Linton suddenly felt a kind of fear exactly like Hayes's, as if something was about to happen.You know, just because of his many years of life experience, he has long forgotten the miscellaneous plot memories, and the plots that he can vaguely remember until now are very special in every case.

As for what's special...

Linton's messy thoughts were interrupted by the sudden violent sound, he raised his head from his thoughts in astonishment, and looked in the direction of the sound.

Hayes slapped Alan across the face.

The kind of outstretched hand fiercely, slapping the opponent's face with gritted teeth, and the question raised in a broken and almost frightened voice resounded in Linton's ears.

"If you have something to say, just say it, don't hide it here! Do you regret it? If you regret it, you should tell other people about it quickly, and let those who can help come to help, just a few, not in Here you are hypocritically expressing your regrets!"

The air was suddenly silent.

Allen covered his face in a daze, looking a little unbelievable, and then, he suddenly showed a smile that was not so much smiling as he was grinning and crying, and said in a broken voice.

"you're right."

"After all, there is a big part of my fault in this matter."

Immediately afterwards, all emotions were exposed, all tears and smiles disappeared, and Allen suddenly straightened his face and told a story to everyone in an indifferent voice.

In that story, Alan, who was very eager to help his family get rid of poverty because of his bad background, but had no way to have enough strength, chose to take the risk and joined a recently popular underground organization in an attempt to gain something special from it. Benefit.

In it, he found signs of sacrifice to the dark god, and thus came into contact with a masked person who believed in the dark god.In order to become stronger, and to better change the lives of his family members, he took things related to the God of Darkness as an adventure, and chose to do what the masked man said without hesitation.

Allen brought soil with special spirituality from the depths of the beast forest, and gave most of it to the other party according to the other party's instructions, and then used the rest to make a small and exquisite clay puppet for the sacrifice of the dark god .

As for the masked man, until today when the incident broke out, Alan didn't know that it was a senior of the college, who was the one who broke out this time.

When he said this, Linton subconsciously turned his head and looked behind him, as if he was looking at some terrible scourge.

Anlan seemed to have seen what he was thinking, and stretched out his hand unconsciously to take care of Linton's broken hair, and his voice was filled with magic power: "This playing field has been polluted, it is indeed the divine power of the Dark God, at least with It is exactly the same as written in the records of the temple."

"The places affected by this kind of pollution cannot be used by normal civilians for at least five years."

After the simple conversation between the two, they continued to listen to Allen's story.This chapter is not finished, please click the next page to continue reading!

"These clay puppets can steal other people's talents and use them for themselves... But this is not the reason for this incident." Allen's voice as he told the story became more and more painful.

He was really confused and unwilling by the things he had experienced in the past.

Thinking like this, Linton sighed deeply.

One wrong step, one wrong step, and after doing something wrong, there is no chance of turning back. It is really a desperate thing.

"And among them, certain clay puppets with special attributes can resonate with other clay puppets of the same attribute."

"Resonating and resonating, they will continue to have problems due to their own shaking caused by resonance, and finally break together..."

Suddenly something flashed in An Lane's mind, and he quickly grasped his context.

"That is to say, as long as you know the attributes of the clay puppets corresponding to the eight major families, you can create clay puppets that resonate with them, so that everyone in their entire family will be cursed back?"

"Backlash to death." Allen replied, there is nothing to hide, "When the thing corresponding to a certain family is destroyed, everyone in this family will die on the spot due to the backlash of the curse, without any exceptions .”

"...Wait, what do you mean?" The words they had said a few minutes ago suddenly appeared in Linton's mind.

The other party mentioned the current situation of the Edsick family. From the context, it is obvious what the selected family is... obvious.

Haishizi's lips suddenly began to tremble, moving constantly, showing the master's confusion and panic.

"Edesk."

"Father, mother..."

"How could this be?! No, I don't believe it!"

Allen didn't speak, just a person who seemed to want to say something, but didn't know how to say it, and looked at Haishizi stiffly, his long gray pupils gradually emptied, and then solidified again.

"...Hasz Edske..."

"Here I am," Alan pointed to his chest, where there is a clay doll that has given him all the glory of late, "I have a clay doll here, and I know that the guy in the mask has chosen a lot of people , secretly spread underground.”

"I just heard the news that the people in your family are just in a coma and haven't died yet, which means that the clay puppets of other people haven't erupted yet...it's not yet the time for the dark god to choose." Allen's voice gradually lowered.

"So, your relatives are fine, they're just in a coma."

"Now, find a way to repair the clay doll, and at the same time find other people, so that they don't destroy the clay doll..."

In this way, there is still salvation!

Everyone understood his subtext, and countless eyes were fixed on Allen, waiting for what he would say next.

"I don't know how to fix it, but, other people..."

Allen suddenly stretched out his left hand and grabbed his heart fiercely, dripping with blood instantly.

"...Well, there is one thing I want to ask you guys."

"I did something wrong, I hope my family will not be implicated."

"Some time ago, I ordered finger cots for my mother. She always cut her fingers when cooking, and they were still in Sisia's room. If possible, please bring them to her..."

What do you mean?

Linton was stunned for a moment, not knowing why the topic changed.

And the next moment, everyone knew.

The gray pupils were completely slackened, and the muddy doll was taken out with blood, and the dripping blood spread out countless thin lines pointing to the distance on the ground.

The boy fell to the ground.