The years I played survival games [Comprehensive Yingmei]

In the middle of the night, everything is silent.

The night sky is full of these few stars, and the air in London at this time is not good.

The chirping of insects and the croaking of frogs can be heard in the fields.

There is a small church in the suburbs here.

There were a lot of people in the church, a lot of people in black robes.But the organizers didn't seem satisfied, and he thought there was more to come.

Not enough, it's not enough.

The great and almighty Lord of Darkness will surely lead them to rule the world, and the followers of the Lord of Darkness will one day spread all over the world.

Unnecessary things are cleared out, leaving an open space.

The leading priest, ah no, he is now the most loyal follower of the Lord of Darkness.

He was wearing a lacquered black cloak, and the clothes inside were also black. He seemed to be extremely keen on black now.

He held a bowl in his hand, which contained black water with a foul smell.It smells like dead rats from a stinking gutter.

But the eyes of those black-robed people are very fanatical, because this is the water brewed by the powder ground from the devil's horns shed by Lord Satan, the most loyal subordinate of the Lord of Darkness they believe in!

The priest's eyes were agitated, and his look was almost the same as when he believed in God, the same fanaticism.

Those who didn't know thought he was serving the legendary holy water!

Of course, in a way, the water that can summon Satan can indeed be called the holy water of the dark side.

"Now, the ceremony begins."

Someone beside the priest was carrying a tray, padded with black velvet, with a delicate dagger on it.

The priest put down the bowl, first read a passage praising the Lord of Darkness and praising Satan, then picked up the dagger and praised again.

Immediately afterwards he made a slit against his finger.

He seemed to feel no pain at all, and there was incomparable joy in his eyes, as if he had obtained some unparalleled pleasure from the process of his own blood dripping into the bowl of black water.

In a hurry, he praised again and picked up the bowl again.

The rest of the believers stepped forward one by one, and one by one started to lay hands on their poor fingers, and then drops of blood fell into the bowl.

The black liquid became even more fishy.

Everyone didn't realize that the two men in black robes standing at the end of the line were speaking in low voices. Their voices were really low. After all, this church is too quiet now. Except for the sound of footsteps and the friction of cloth, the rest of the voices are a little louder. will be found.

And the speakers were Willow and Sherlock Holmes disguised as followers of Dormammu.

Anyway, those believers can't find out who is the real believer.

As long as you wear all black and say a few words of praise, you can pretend to be a Dormammu believer.

In Mycroft's words, the brains of these people have been abandoned by their masters, as long as they are believers of Dormammu, they will believe it.

For their fanatical minds never imagined that anyone would lie about the precious dark lord's beliefs.

At this time, Sherlock was asking Willow.

Does every extra drop of blood make the summoned Satan stronger, or something else, such as automatically identifying who is a true believer or a false believer?

Willow also had such doubts.

But the system clearly told her that there is no energy fluctuation.

"useless?"

Sherlock was puzzled at first, and then his clever brain instantly interpreted the thoughts of those people, and he looked a little disgusted.

"I understand a little bit."

Willow froze for a moment, then suddenly understood.

Those people just express their admiration and love for Satan through this ceremony.

At the same time, there is also the possibility of satisfying one's own spiritual needs.

She looked at the believers who were as happy as dripping blood and sucking that, and even the ladies moaned.

I feel that these people have polluted her pure heart as a child.

Soon, it will be them.

Sherlock came first, he took the dagger, and praised the Lord of Darkness and Satan in a dignified manner.

But in fact, he hated that dagger very much in his heart. Those believers had no sense of disinfection at all, and this dagger was dirty at all.

But in the end, he did not hesitate to stab himself.

He didn't need to come in, after all, Willow could beat Satan by himself called Dad, and he insisted on following in because of his curiosity and thirst for knowledge.Now that he has come in, he will never allow the mission to fail due to his own reasons.

The last one is Willow.

After seeing Willow's black hair, the silver-haired old priest smiled very kindly. If it wasn't so weird, he would be like a kind grandfather.

"Such a beautiful hair color, little girl, the closer to the darkness, the happier.

I wish you peace and joy in the arms of darkness. "

Dormammu is the embodiment of darkness, so darkness means the Lord of Darkness.

Willow smiled happily.

"Thanks, I love my hair too."

Following the example of the old priest, she also blessed the old priest, began to say words of praise again, and then picked up the knife and opened a gash on her finger.

The red blood fell into the bowl and was immediately assimilated by the black liquid.

Willow stepped aside, a little disgusted, it really stinks.

But the old priest holding it didn't dislike it at all, and was extremely excited. He raised the bowl and chattered something.

If Willow didn't know that there was really Satan Dommam, she would have thought that these were just ordinary feudal superstition venues if she just entered by mistake.

The old priest's chattering praise really has an inside flavor.

Fortunately, Willow waited for half an hour, and they finally stopped these rituals that could only make them super-superior in their skulls.

They took out a huge mirror and placed it horizontally on the ground, and the priest poured the black liquid mixed with everyone's blood into the mirror.

It was really poured, the mirror seemed to have a hole all of a sudden, the black liquid first spread and covered the mirror shallowly, and then the liquid that was continuously poured in later all entered another space first.

The surface of the mirror has always been a shallow layer, and there is no sign of flowing out.

The priest finished pouring and began to mutter something.

Willow guessed that it should be a spell to summon Satan.

The rest of the believers began to sing hymns devoutly.

Well........Basically, it is the kind of hymn that replaces God with darkness, and replaces images such as light with darkness and despair.

In such an atmosphere, the liquid on the mirror surface disappeared, but the mirror surface of the mirror was rippled as if it had turned into a black liquid.

A strange face began to appear slowly.

It looks like a sheep face, but it has fangs and sharp horns. It is even weirder when it comes out. It has a human body shape, but it has armor and sharp claws on it.

This is Satan.

As soon as he came over, he seemed to be laughing.

"here you go!"

But when he saw that there were only so many believers in the small church, he was suddenly unhappy.

"Why are there so few people?

Didn't I tell you to develop believers as soon as possible?

Haven't ruled the city yet, why call me! "

His voice was ugly, as if he had swallowed a piece of charcoal from hell.

The anger of such a monster makes people feel terrible.

"Please forgive me, Lord Satan!"

The priest knelt on the ground in a panic, and hurriedly said.

"Something went wrong, I don't know why the believers we developed suddenly changed back.

We don't know what the reason is, this is seriously blocking our progress! "

At the same time, seeing the priest kneeling, the rest of the people also quickly followed suit.

At this time, Willow and Sherlock who did not kneel are very conspicuous.

Satan's dark eyes looked over, his eyes were dark red, like dried and clotted blood.At the same time, the rest of the believers also looked at Willow and Sherlock in unison.

The air was very quiet, and Satan spoke eeriely.

"Why don't you kneel down?"

"Why should I kneel?"

Willow snorted coldly, and threw off the hood in disgust.

"I finally waited for you to come out. If you kneel down and beg for mercy now, I will beat you lightly."

"Arrogant human cub, who do you think I am. I am..."

"Dormammu's lackey.

And Dormammu is just a guy who was beaten back to his hometown by the Ancient One and Doctor Strange. "

Willow smiled and showed her small white teeth.

Satan was shocked and angry.He bared his teeth, revealing his white fangs.

"You are also one of those mages who managed to escape to this world.

But that's all for now, I'll make you my night...  "

He didn't finish his sentence, because Willow had no interest in listening to his harsh words at all.

With a wave of her small hand, a staff appeared in her hand, and the ice blue magic power spread.

Satan's feet and the tip of his tail were frozen. With a roar, he struggled to crush the ice and rushed towards Willow.

Sherlock had long hid his presence in a corner when Willow attracted Satan's hatred.Willow also tacitly froze those believers.

So he is not in any danger at the moment.

Willow knew that her current physical fitness was not suitable for fighting with the devil, so she teleported away when Satan rushed over.

And before he ran, he turned on the lighter in his left hand, which immediately caught the tip of Satan's tail.

Suddenly it hurt so much that he groaned.

He saw Willow reappearing on the right side, and tried to grab it again, but he missed again, and at the same time, the tip of the tail was cooked again.

Satan is not a fool, he found that this woman's teleportation is as simple as drinking water, so he naturally stopped rushing and waved his paw.

The black energy flew towards Willow quickly like a circular cutting machine. She couldn't dodge in time, and the small braid on the left was cut off the tip of the tail.

Seeing her shortened little tugging, Willow became impatient.

Because of the dark night and looking directly at Satan, the mental value that was constantly decreasing finally dropped to a dangerous level. With a bang, a soaring flame appeared from the church and went straight to the roof.

For a moment, the surroundings of the chapel were as bright as day.

The next second, Watson and other government agents who were squatting outside saw that the roof of the church seemed to be cut by some strange black thing. Willow pulled Sherlock and appeared out of nowhere on the field, and then a monster roared and chased after him. come out. "