Monster Beauty's Unlimited Game

Angels and Demons 18

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black mass

Three masks appeared out of thin air above the map, namely the sheep horn mask, the cow horn mask, and the mask with a strange beak.

These masks are made of bronze and are very exquisite. Whether it is the degree of twisting of the horns or the details of the bird's beak, they are carefully polished and lifelike.

Two dark holes are drilled where the eyes belong, representing their respective eyes, and a raised crease is carved on the brow bone above the eyes, flying from the middle of the mask to the temple, and the center of the brow is engraved With deep lines, the three masks vaguely reflect a disturbing evil.

Zhou Yan was almost fascinated by the three masks in front of him. He had never seen a mask that could express emotions vividly in real life.

Anger, evil, unwillingness, arrogance...

All kinds of negative emotions are vividly reflected on the three masks.

Just looking at them, Zhou Yan felt that all the blood in his body was rushing blindly in his body.

"The horn is the symbol of Satan," Zhou Yan said, pointing to the horn mask, "I remember that Satan is the first fall from heaven, and he is guilty of arrogance."

Ji Fangwei looked at the horn mask and said, "Then this is Mephisto, he is a follower of Satan."

"It goes without saying about the beak, Pazuzu," Michael said.

Three masks were floating in the air, Zhou Yan stared at them intently, and finally pointed to the mask representing Satan and said, "I want this."

Michael scratched his head and said, "Is it decided so soon?"

Zhou Yan picked up the slightly heavy shofar mask like a baby, looked at it repeatedly, groped for the details of the carving on it, and gestured with the size of it with his hands, muttering to himself: "Because this is the most exquisitely carved mask. , When I go back, I must make a similar one.”

"Uh..." Michael twitched the corners of his mouth. As an angel, it was the first time he saw such a human being, as if he had a different enthusiasm for any evil things that mortals couldn't get.

I thought that the mask made of bronze was a little uncomfortable when it was worn on the face, but this mask seemed to be very light. As soon as it was put on the face, it was tightly attached to Zhou Yan's skin, and it fit perfectly without any weirdness. It feels like it was born for him.

Since the system requires wearing a mask, it means that the next task must be related to the mask.

Zhou Yan was not worried about the effect the mask would have on him.

Seeing that the other two were wearing masks, Zhou Yan glanced at their eyes hidden in the shadows, and there was no strange look. He nodded and said, "Let's go."

As soon as he made a sound, he felt that his voice had been released by the mask, and it became very rough, as if it had been polished by sandpaper.

"This mask has the effect of changing the voice."

"Uh..." Countless overlapping voices came from the beak mask, and Michael hurriedly covered his mouth on the mask and said, "How could this happen!"

"how so!"

"Uh..." Michael stomped his feet angrily, and stopped talking.

It seems that each mask will show the voice characteristics of each evil god. Zhou Yan has heard the voice of Pazuzu in the basement. Just like the mask worn by Michael, it is mixed with the voices of countless men, women and children.

Perhaps this is also one of the clues to attending the Black Rose Mass.

【Ding!Congratulations to the players for choosing their respective masks, and now please go to the gathering of the Black Rose Mass. 】

[Task Progress: (1/0)]

[Reminder: Please always pay attention to the identities of the players and don't expose yourself. 】

The originally closed door slowly opened.

"Let's go." Ji Fangwei finally said.

His voice was mixed with rustling sounds, but his original magnetic voice could still be heard.

Zhou Yan nodded, and the three of them walked out of the mansion forgotten in time at the same time.

The setting sun hangs far away in the corner of the sky, but it casts an unusually dazzling red light, as if the whole sky is stained red with blood, but it also reveals the unique light of the sun.

Zhou Yan just looked up and felt that his eyes had been pricked several times. He hurriedly lowered his head and looked at the scene on the street.

The mansion they lived in was located on the edge of the town. Tall plane trees were planted on both sides of the street, and there were yellow and fallen leaves that had not been cleaned for a long time under their feet.

Even these things were covered with a layer of red veil by the weird sunset, as if the whole world was soaked in blood.

Zhou Yan passed by a tall tree, and the swollen tree tumor suddenly turned into a funny grimace the moment he passed by. The burl has returned to its usual appearance.

"It's not normal here," Zhou Yan never doubted his eyesight, he quickly approached Ji Fangwei, and whispered, "I just saw a grimace appear on that tree trunk."

Ji Fangwei also replied in a low voice: "It may be some demon-like creatures in hell, relatively low-level creatures, responsible for monitoring us."

Michael patted Zhou Yan on the shoulder, lowered his voice, and said, "Be careful along the way."

"Be careful along the way."

"Uh..." Zhou Yan was a little surprised by Michael's exhortation, why was he suddenly so enthusiastic about the task?

With the sound of rustling leaves under their feet, the three of them came to the empty street. At this moment, a hazy mist gradually shrouded their eyes, as if strange ghost hands were wrapped around them.

pat.

There was a slight sound of opening the door, and a man wearing a bronze mask walked out of the house by the street, wearing a black robe, the same attire as the Black Rose Cultist Zhou Yan had seen before.

pat.pat.

The sound of doors opening one after another was particularly ear-piercing on the quiet street, and believers in black kept coming out of their respective doors. They put their hands in weird knots and walked slowly in one direction.

Not long after, the streets were full of masked believers in black.

Zhou Yan followed closely behind Ji Fangwei, and he looked around at the masks worn by the believers.

He was a little disturbed to find that all the believers wore the same mask, the beak mask that belonged to Pazuzu.

The masks he and Ji Fangwei chose did not appear among the group of believers.

Zhou Yan's heart tightened, and he lowered his head in a panic, trying to cover the horns on his mask.

The system prompts that the choice of mask is very important, it is related to the life of the player, so the only correct option is the bird beak mask?

Zhou Yan walked forward quickly, patted the shoulder of the person in front of him, and just about to speak, he saw the person turned around, with a bird's beak mask on his face, and a pair of cold eyes under the raised browbones. He looked straight at Zhou Yan.

not him!

Zhou Yan forcibly suppressed the shock in his heart, he took a few steps back slowly, spread his hands pretending to be relaxed, and shrugged, indicating that he had admitted the wrong person.

The gaze of the believer wearing the bird beak mask only stayed on Zhou Yan's mask for a moment, then turned and walked forward as if nothing had happened.

Zhou Yan's tense muscles slowly relaxed, and he breathed a sigh of relief. Rather than losing track of the other two teammates, he was more worried that he would be treated as a heretic by this crowd of believers.

However, judging from that person's performance, the mask he was wearing representing Satan was not considered treasonous.

Zhou Yan walked forward with the flow of people. If Ji Fangwei wore a mask of horns and arrived at the place of the Black Rose Mass, he would be able to find him.

But what should Michael do?

He was a genuine angel, and it was obviously not a wise decision to let him enter the devil's gathering alone.

To make matters worse, he was completely mixed into this group of believers who believed in the Pazuzu evil god. He and Ji Fangwei couldn't tell where he was at all.

Zhou Yan shook his head, calmed down all his chaotic thoughts, his eyes gradually became firmer, and he involuntarily touched the collar of his collarbone.

The small cross was hidden under his clothes. Zhou Yan rubbed it carefully, feeling the faint heat coming from under the fabric. Through the touch of his fingertips, he could clearly feel the faces of the two children.

Their souls are still hiding in Zhou Yan's cross.

Boom!

A burst of melodious bells came from not far away, constantly resounding in the diffuse mist.

At this time, all the believers stopped, raised their heads together, and looked at the huge cathedral that appeared in front of them.

The fog that lingered around everyone gradually dissipated with the echo of the bell, and a holy and tall church stood in front of their eyes.

The extremely high dome reaches straight into the sky, and it seems that the closer you are to the sky, the more you can hear the consciousness of the god.

However, the topmost place is not a cross representing the consciousness of God, but a sharp spear.

This church is not praying to the gods in the sky, but it is blatantly provoking the gods in the sky.

The pure white marble tiles are carved with exquisite reliefs, but there is a faint impression of madness. Zhou Yan just glanced at them, but he was involuntarily bewitched by the graphics on the tiles. He seemed to be bewitched, and slowly Approach slowly.

The sculptures on it are not angels, but a group of ugly and evil devils with twisted wings, swollen skin covered with tumors, and sharp knives and forks in their hands, flying frantically above the clouds.

On the extremely long holy steps, there are also a large number of demons entrenched, under their deformed claws, stepping on helpless and beautiful angels.

The knives and forks in the demon's hands pierced the angel's body fiercely, or pierced their perfect cheeks. Some demons are tearing the fragile wings of the angels, admiring the helpless and desperate expressions on their pious faces.

At the top of the stairs, stood an extremely tall body. The holy light shot from behind him, covering his entire face in the shadow of the backlight. Zhou Yan could only see the huge bat wings and a pair of evil and graceful wings above his head. horns.

This should be Satan.

He's painting a picture of the aftermath of the invasion of Paradise.

"I would rather be a king in hell than a slave in heaven."

The hoarse and rough voice containing endless desire suddenly sounded, stirring up waves.

There was a scorching heat from the cross on his chest, and Zhou Yan suddenly woke up from his fantasy. He immediately stepped back dozens of steps, away from those terrifying images that could confuse people's hearts.

"Is it the new lost lamb?"

Multiple voices sounded behind Zhou Yan, and the man's tone was full of mocking malice, and he said, "Our mass is about to begin, and late lambs will be eaten."