Chapter 357 Scarlet Attack
A school of piranhas with sharp teeth have been surrounding a swamp area.
This area seems to be no different from other places, but if you look closely, you can find that there is a .
A faint smell of blood wafted from the reef, luring the fish to surround them.
Look inside the reef.
There were voices talking inside.
"Has support from the Holy Mother Church arrived?" asked a figure whose entire body and face were completely hidden under a red cloak.
The person next to him was wearing the same clothes as him, but from the patterns on his robe, it could be seen that the person speaking was obviously of a higher rank.
"Reporting to you, sir, the first support team from the Holy Mother and the Holy Machine Church has arrived."
"Are they here already? How many people are there?"
"Very few, less than a hundred."
Hearing this, the man in a high position pondered, then nodded his head: "Then continue to lurk, there are too few people."
After saying that, he looked at the surroundings and walked outside.
Only when his figure disappeared did his voice come from afar.
"Fix this place."
Hearing this, several cult members who remained in the cave nodded at the same time.
And at this moment inside this cave.
The walls and the ground were covered with sculptures and patterns made of blood and flesh. This place was filled with evil energy and tortured souls.
In the desecrated area, the human skeleton was torn into pieces and built into something similar to a pillar.
Some extremely evil ritual is going on here.
The figure of the cultist cadre who had walked out suddenly appeared above the reef, as if he had teleported there.
Waved.
There was some kind of movement beneath the swamp, and ripples like water waves began to surge, startling the schools of fish that had been surrounding them, and they fled in fear.
One bone after another emerged from the water.
There was still fresh blood and meat residue on these bones.
The bones are connected to each other and can be distinguished by the differences and sizes of the bones. They come from different races and different age stages of life.
These bones were pieced together and soon formed a canoe that floated on the swamp.
Skulls of various races were inlaid on the bow as decoration.
The cult member stood up and sat on the chair made of bones.
Only then did he lift up his hood, revealing his appearance.
He was none other than the evil cult member of the Nafas family whom Alka and his friends had been looking for for a long time.
Kalutto Nafas.
He raised his head and sniffed the air gently.
As if I smelled something.
"Hmm..." He made a satisfied sound, an evil smile appeared on his face, and his mouth even cracked to his ears.
"Who could it be that is connected by blood? Father? Mother ? Sister? Or brother?"
As he spoke, his expression became more and more expectant, as if he was really happy about the arrival of his brothers and sisters.
He began to raise his head frantically, stretching it towards the sky, as if he smelled something extremely tempting.
"Ah~ Very close, not far away. Let me see who is coming, I just want to take a look!"
He was shaking with excitement.
The excessive excitement caused the flesh on his chin to loosen and fall off like rotten meat.
He quickly picked up the muscle that had fallen on the bone and stuck it on his chin, not noticing that it was stuck in the wrong place.
Scarlet mucus flowed out.
The bone boat below began to slide forward, leaving a trail of water.
Kaluto seemed very dissatisfied with the speed of the ship. A disgusting scarlet breath came out from his palm, and finally he squeezed it hard.
There was an ear-piercing scream in the air.
Several souls appeared and disappeared.
"Damn it, drive faster, faster!"
He muttered angrily, gritting his teeth, and then loosened his palm.
The speed of the bone ship increased significantly, and the excessive speed even caused waves to splash to both sides.
Faced with this speed, he seemed unsatisfied, but he did not vent it.
Instead, they sat on the boat, rubbing shoulders with each other, looking forward to it as if they were waiting for a meal.
…
At this time, they were in the simple camp built by Alka and his friends.
Juanlu and Narvi were waiting inside, ready to replace the returning people at any time.
There was a mirror hanging in front of the two of them, which showed the texts being exchanged between several teams outside.
From the above, we can see that all three teams have made considerable gains.
Among them, Alka and his team quickly captured a mid-level demon with the strength of the fourth stage.
I don't know if this demon can be considered unlucky.
Of course, there are more ordinary low-level demons. These demons are like wild dogs, wandering around in groups in the sea.
From the information above, it can be seen that the people who went out are not safe.
Some people and the doll girls suffered minor injuries of varying degrees but not too serious.
However, the only people who looked at this information were Narvi and a few interested doll girls.
Juanlu had already taken out a self-heating stone slab from the corner and started grilling the meat slices that had been cut and prepared long ago on it.
An appetizing aroma began to spread throughout the camp.
Fortunately, these puppet girls have no obvious sense of smell and their structure is different from that of humans, otherwise they would not have the intention to be vigilant.
These puppet girls are temporarily immune, but Narvi, as a normal human being, is already a little greedy.
But I could only force myself not to pay attention to the meaty aroma that kept lingering around my nose.
"Would you like to try some?" Juanlu picked up a small plate with a piece of cut meat on it.
An enticing aroma wafted from above.
Narvi, who had managed to hold on with great difficulty, heard this and quickly wiped the corners of his mouth without leaving a trace, then turned to look at Juanlu.
Slightly politely, but with a hint of impatience, he asked , "Is it okay?"
"Of course you can. Food is meant to be eaten."
As he said this, he handed over the plate in his hand.
Narvi took it carefully, looked at the almost perfect slice of meat being baked, and then carefully cut and tasted it.
Although he was prepared, he was still amazed by the taste of the food.
Having traveled on the ship with Alka and the others for such a long time, what impressed him most was not only their powerful strength but also the fact that each of them had a treasure.
What he cared about most was Juanlu’s cooking skills. Being able to eat such delicious food while sailing on the sea was simply an extremely luxurious life.
He could only see this in the depiction of his family's past life during its heyday.
Seeing Narvi eating happily, Juan smiled.
On the heating stone slab behind him, there were many pieces of meat piled up to keep warm.
And in front of you is the interface for exchanging information.
Alka and the others were also discussing whether they should prepare to come back and take a rest.
After all, it is a long process of cleaning and hunting, and haste makes waste.
Juanlu was also about to pick up a piece of meat he had grilled to taste, but at this moment an alarm bell rang inside.
The two people who were eating immediately put down the food in their hands, weapons appeared in their hands, and they became alert.
Only then did Juanlu see Narvi's weapon.
A shorter double-bladed sword.
However, Narvi does not have any treasure in his possession, so we cannot expect him to be too powerful.
An assassin doll girl emerged from the shadows beside Juanlu and squatted on his shoulder.
He said softly, "Someone is coming this way. It's a man in a red robe. He's riding on a bone ship that looks disgusting and evil."
Hearing this description, Juanlu frowned.
It was hard to believe that he could be a good person; in his imagination, he was more likely to be a cultist.
After all, given the current situation here, cultists are a very likely choice.
"Did he notice the situation here? Or was he just passing by?" Juanlu asked carefully.
“Hmm… He seemed to be looking for something. From the moment we saw him, he looked like he was looking for something.
Can't be sure if he's coming for us."
Hearing this, Juanlu nodded. To be on the safe side, he had to be mentally prepared for a battle.
"Be alert and hide."
Then the girl nodded and disappeared into the shadows.
The other puppet girls also took advantage of their size and hid themselves.
The entire camp began to be alert.
Kaluto's expression now was radical and fanatical, with a kind of rampant madness on his face.
He laughed wildly and kept sniffing, like a hound smelling its prey.
"It's right here, very close, very close. Where are you hiding?"
He kept muttering to himself, showing his madness to the fullest.
"Where are you? Stop hiding and come out! Come out now!"
The mumbling became louder and louder, almost catching up with the roaring.
At this time, Narvi, who was in the camp, frowned and looked angry and sad.
"What's wrong with you?" Juanlu, who was standing next to them, asked, obviously noticing something was wrong.
"It's a feeling of blood connection. At this time, it can only be him here." Narvi said seriously.
"Him?" Juanlu frowned, and didn't react for a while. Then he thought of something and said with sudden realization.
"Karuto?"
Narvi turned around, stared at him with a frown, and nodded affirmatively: "Yes, it should be him."
Confirmed this information.
Juanlu did not hesitate. Magic power appeared in his hands and he immediately knocked on the glass mirror right under him.
The magic finger hit it, creating ripples like hitting the water.
"Bang!"
A huge noise was heard.
There was a loud crash above their heads, and the entire room was shaking.
A bloody smell came.
"Haha! Why are you still hiding? I found you!"
A head popped out of the broken hole. It was the mad-looking Kaluto.
He stared at the somewhat surprised Narvi with a crazy expression.
"Haha, it turns out to be you, my dear brother. Did you miss me?"
Looking at the crazy Kalutto, Narvi's face showed very obvious disgust and contempt.
"You damned bastard, shame!"
"Bang!"
There was another loud noise.
A strong and sickening smell of blood burst out from Kaluto's body. The hole that was smashed through him expanded even more, and half of the top of the reef had become a broken opening.
"And you? Who are you?"
Facing Kalutto, Juanlu said nothing and waved the stick in his hand.
Three orange-red balls flew over, and in the air they opened their mouths full of sharp teeth, surrounding and biting down.
Facing this attack, Kaluto punched one by one.
He smashed two of the three balls flying towards him.
The other one took advantage of the cover and flew past his armpit, tearing off a piece of flesh from his chest and abdomen.
The bite was so smooth that there was not even a sound of flesh being torn apart. It was so smooth that the two looked at the wound and there was no blood flowing out. Only pus that looked like blood slowly slid down, looking extremely sticky and with blood streaks on it.
"You're like a monster now!" Narvi couldn't help but curse with gritted teeth when he saw Kalutto like this.
There was no sadness or regret in his eyes, only endless anger.
"Monster? Isn't that good?"
Kalutto, who had been a little crazy, seemed to have calmed down.
He looked at the wound on his waist without any concern.
A figure flashed in the shadows.
A strong red beam of light passed by, but Kaluo tilted his head, and the red beam hit the air in the air.
The first attack was easily avoided.
The attacking puppet girl immediately disappeared into the shadows.
Kalutto punched into the air to his side.
A heavy punch with a scarlet aura knocked the puppet girl out from the shadow, causing it to hit the stone wall mountain heavily.
His body was covered with cracks after being hit by a punch.
Along with this, various attacks came from all directions, with tricky angles and concealed attacks.
A blood-colored translucent robe attached to his body and automatically opened to wrap him up completely.
Looking at the robe, Juanlu looked embarrassed.
Because this robe exudes a very obvious scent of treasure.
The Kaluto in front of him is a cultist in the fourth stage who possesses a treasure.
Apparently, he still believed in an unknown evil god and possessed the evil god's power.
Kaluto attacked downwards, continuing to swing his fists in preparation for attacking the puppet girls around him who were attacking him.
We can't let him continue to attack girls like this.
Juanlu took a few steps forward and smashed down heavily with the stick in his hand.
Facing the attack, Kaluo waved his cloak with one hand to block it, and took a step back to try to dodge it.
However, at some point, a hissing orange-red sphere appeared behind him and hit him hard.
This caused him to step back so hard that his body tilted, exposing a flaw in his defense for a moment.
The sudden attack forced him to bear the blow of the stick.
With a heavy blow, huge pressure hit his shoulder.
Even with the protection of the cloak, he was still knocked to one knee on the ground by the enormous force.
He tilted his head and looked at Juanlu and said, "I didn't expect your strength to be so strong."
Such a powerful force actually came from Juanlu, who seemed to be an ordinary person.
I really didn't expect this.
As he spoke, he lifted up his cloak, and the other side of the cloak swung over from the upper right corner and cut like a blade.
A flash of red light.
A deep bloody mark appeared on Juanlu's cheek and left shoulder, and blood flowed out instantly.
Then the blood was like a needle and thread being attracted, floating in the air like a silk thread, and gathering on the cloak.
"Your blood is very vibrant."
A heavy flying kick hit Juanlu's chest.
Juanlu, who was bearing the blow, locked his legs with both hands and held them tightly, and pulled him down with the force of the kick.
Narvi, who was waiting nearby, took this opportunity to thrust forward with the double-edged sword in his hand.
Kaluto tried his best to dodge and pulled back hard.
The sword blade aimed at his chest stabbed forward fiercely and pierced straight into his pulled thigh.
Bright red pus oozed from the wound.
A black and red metal object fell from mid-air, hitting his arms and sticking closely to his chest and abdomen.
Intense, high-concentration flames spurted out from the bottom and began to burn its body.
Kaluto, who had been handling the situation with ease, let out an extremely tragic scream here.
His strength increased instantly, and he jumped into the air with the strength of Juanlu holding his leg. His other leg, wrapped in scarlet aura, was fiercely lifted to the side, directly kicking Narvi off the thigh.
Narvi flew out and hit the stone wall next to him heavily, and his whole body was embedded in it.
The sound of breaking bones came from him, and in an instant he lost the ability to resist.
The locked leg was pulled back violently, and its powerful force moved Juanlu who was locked on his leg.
Under Juanlu's incredulous eyes, he stomped his foot heavily to the ground.
"Damn ants!"
