Half-elf Notebook

Chapter 214 Hideout

An hour later, in the Black Iron District, there was a very common two-story building.

A man with black pupils and a hawk nose was expertly locking the door of a room on the second floor, and then walked in. The room was very dark, even though it was almost noon...

There was not even a window in the room, and not a single light could come in. The only faint light came from the crack in the door that the man had opened.

As the gap narrowed, the room was returning to its original lightless darkness - this could not be considered a room at all, but only a storage room.

The room was empty except for a square table in the center and the blasphemous things on it.

A support made of bones and a scarlet crystal supported by it.

Bert Albido did not feel uncomfortable at all because of the dimness in the room. On the contrary, he looked relieved, as if he had returned to the most comfortable and relaxing space.

When he took a few more steps forward, the floor suddenly flashed red, followed by a snap, and in the windless environment, the door closed tightly.

As the door closed, it was as if a thick curtain was drawn, gradually isolating the space inside from the outside world. The noisy voices and hawking sounds on the street quickly faded away until they disappeared completely.

Bot was very sure that even if the bishop of the church or the great knight of punishment passed by in the corridor at this moment, they would definitely not be able to peek at the great ceremony being held here.

Stepping into the blood-red altar formation, the lines and patterns painted with blood seemed to flow on their own, and were even as enchanting as they had just been drawn.

The heretic magician knelt in the center of the magic circle with a pious look on his face. He crossed his arms and clasped his neck with his fingers, as if he wanted to complete a fanatical self-sacrifice.

——But in fact, everyone knows that this stupid method cannot kill anyone who wants to commit suicide in this way. It is obviously some kind of prayer gesture.

Sure enough, as if in response to Bot's prayer, a blood-red crystal rose and floated from the bracket, and a cloud of blood mist exploded around it, slowly wrapping the crystal in it.

Only then did everything calm down.

Just as the ceremony stabilized, a sharp voice, as if coming from hell, came from between the blood mist and the crystal, using a language that had never been recorded by humans.

"What's wrong"

However, his meaning could be conveyed to the magician's mind with incredible accuracy, and each syllable actually shaped Bot's spirit imperceptibly.

Bot lowered his head and said respectfully:

"In the phantom mist at the border between the abyss and reality, your loyal follower and servant in the world, Bot Albido greets you and hopes to report something to you."

"Three of the followers you gave me have returned to the embrace of the abyss. I can confirm that two ungrateful invaders have entered the underground. They are likely to have known about the existence of the underground sacrificial ground."

"Do you want me to find two people and sacrifice them to you?"

After saying this, Bot became like a vivid wax figure, no longer making any movements, but just quietly waiting for instructions from the crystal stone.

"They are just a few lowly flesh-and-blood demons. As long as the ritual is performed, they will continue to grow from the corpses of you humans."

"There's no need to go to all that trouble."

The demon without a physical body was quite disdainful, and then asked again in a harsh voice:

"Are there any members of the Church of the Dawn Goddess among them?"

"No, I didn't find any priests or punishment knights from the church among the gifts you granted. At most, there were bounty hunters carrying holy water, and one of them was a half-elf."

Bot answered the devil's questions attentively.

"Then let the flesh demons continue to hunt for sacrificial offerings. Don't worry about whether it will attract the attention of the church. You don't have to go down there to preside over the ceremony."

The demon commanded without changing his tone.

"You mean to abandon the underground sacrificial site?"

Bot still had his head bowed, but his voice was tinged with confusion.

"It's just a place of sacrifice. The city and the church will eventually find out what's going on underground. It's only a matter of time before we abandon it. Now it's just a little earlier than expected."

"You don't have to leave any traces in the city. If the sacrificial site is discovered, it will lose its meaning. From now on, sacrifices will be carried out secretly on the ground. The frequency is not important. This won't last long."

"As long as I recover to what you call the silver level and hide it from that damn hunter, I can leave this city."

"Don't forget, this is the most important thing."

The demon seemed to be consciously emphasizing this.

"Your will is my will."

Bot raised his head and looked at the crystal in the air. From time to time, there were holes in his black pupils that were similar to those of the deformed monsters, but his face showed an inexplicable fanaticism.

Then the red light quietly faded away, and the noise of the street once again poured into the room.

Bot bowed solemnly to the crystal that fell back into the stand before leaving the room.

"After all, he is just a human wandering in the gray scale. Even if he has undergone mental transformation, he is just a consumable and not a durable one."

The demon thought with disdain after sensing that Bot had left the house to carry out his orders.

This forced him to accelerate his erosion of the real world.

He doesn't do that at all.

Unless he wants to give up this hard-earned opportunity.

The protection that the goddess gives to the world is stable and solid. The more powerful the demon, the more difficult it is to infiltrate.

Bott is his collaborator, his transformed servant walking in the world, but the same.

It is also a part of the world, a wedge that has been nailed into the present world.

Once he voluntarily gives up this wedge, or the wedge itself loses its effect, his existence will be ejected from the world by great force.

At that time, even if some influence could still be projected through rituals and sacrifices, new wedges would have to be found and everything would have to start all over again.

"With his spirit, he will be no more than an irrational flesh-and-blood demon in two or three years. But since we can't find a replacement for him right now, even if he is about to be scrapped, he still has value and is worth using..."

The light emitted by the scarlet crystal was completely extinguished, and the demon of the abyss temporarily faded out of the real world.