Shadow Apostle

With the heavy cane on his chest, Horst faced the large light spots and cautiously took a few steps back.

But the light spot gradually approached, revealing its shape from the mist.

They were several ferocious giant dogs. Their bodies, which were half a man tall, had spots of skin covered with rotten wounds. They were exuding a rotten stench. Their long tongues protruded from shark-like fangs, and the fishy smell was Drool dripped from teeth and tongue.

There was no emotion from a normal creature in the eyes, only crazy ferocity. With a low roar, more than a dozen giant dogs separated to both sides and slowly surrounded Horst.

No, there are too many enemies. If we continue like this, we will definitely die.

That would be too painful, so I'd better avoid it if possible.

Horst hesitated for a moment before pulling out the revolver Serena.

He hadn't wanted to make any noise, but now he had no choice.

Survive the chaos.

Having made up his mind, Horst raised his gun and fired three times.

The body and neck of the nearest giant dog immediately exploded with three fist-sized wounds, and its body flew up as if it had been hit by a steam locomotive.

It knocked two of its kind to the ground before stopping.

However, after being shot three times by explosive bullets, the giant dog turned over and stood up as if nothing had happened.

The shocking wound was still filled with black pus, blood and broken flesh, but his movements were not affected at all, and he continued to outflank Horst with a low growl.

A zombie dog with a long tongue?

Then there is no need for such a group of people.

The sound of the flapping wings of insects suddenly grew louder outside the woods.

The buzzing sound makes people feel dizzy and make them want to vomit.

But for some reason, these sounds always kept a certain distance from Horst's position, circling around.

He never got any closer.

Horst frowned.

This is not a good sign.

The bugs don't dare to approach. The most likely reason is that there is something here that scares them.

It would be okay if it was just these zombie dogs, but if there were others...

A low growl.

Several giant dogs on the flanks rushed towards Horst.

Horst rolled continuously on the ground, barely avoiding the bite. At the moment when he passed by, he raised his hand and shot directly at the head of the giant dog.

I've watched zombie movies.

The head exploded like a broken melon, and the stench sprayed out along with the flying rotten flesh and brains, splashing all over Horst's body.

The headless body languished on the ground, completely lifeless.

Mist began to escape from the edge of the corpse, and the mist quickly merged into the surrounding blood-red fog, no longer distinguishable from each other.

Horst waited for the rolling to stop, immediately stood up, and swung out the heavy cane.

The solid wood cane was wrapped with a thick copper head and was as powerful as a hammer when swung. Coupled with the increase in strength after awakening, the other dog's head was smashed directly into the ground, pushing the soil forward for several meters, and landed on the ground. Plow out a long ravine.

However, even though a large piece of his forehead was deflated and his mouth was still stuffed with dirt, the zombie dog still got up as soon as he turned over, shook the dirt out of his mouth, and continued to pounce on it while drooling.

I'm really good at it.

If there is a chance to go back, I should at least tidy up Serena and the cane first.

Otherwise, you simply won’t be able to adapt to the troubles you’ll encounter after awakening.

With thoughts swirling in his mind, Horst stopped suddenly, passed the zombie dog that was rushing toward his path, gritted his teeth, and ran in the direction of the sound of bugs.

A muffled growl came from behind.

Several giant dogs crossed and pounced from both sides.

Horst didn't even look back.

Stop suddenly, then change direction.

There was a stabbing sound, and the cloak behind his back was torn open by claws, but Horst flew forward in time and got out of the circle of zombie dogs.

Ahead is the outer edge of the woods.

Where the bugs flap their wings the loudest.

Behind him is the zombie dog in hot pursuit.

You can already see the dancing shadows of insects in the mist ahead.

Horst was at the edge of the forest and outside, lighting up the newly made magic equipment.

A lighter leaves a flame of light.

The fingers of his left hand pressed on the silver skull.

Horst felt as if he was in a trance.

That is the phenomenon of soul power being quickly extracted.

Then, on the skull under his finger, the two empty eyes lit up with two dots of dark red, as if the skull had an extra pair of eyes.

Ding.

Crack.

A flame suddenly lit up.

Much brighter than a normal lighter, a small flame is even as bright as a lantern.

He stretched out two fingers of his right hand and cut on the flames. The flames were miraculously cut off, beating and burning on his fingertips.

He kept walking throughout the whole process, shaking his hands in the air without looking back, and the bright flames were thrown into the air, and then floated in the air, floating like the fire of the soul.

The dense fog, which had been unable to see the sun, let alone its shadow, suddenly had a light source.

The confused zombie dog ran under the flames.

As a result, their shadows grew longer and longer, extending to Horst within a few steps.

There are more and more bugs in front and they are becoming clearer and clearer.

At the moment when he was attacked from both sides and his body was covered by shadow.

Horst flicked his cloak and disappeared into the shadows.

The restlessness in the mist stopped abruptly.

Only zombie dogs and bugs in the fog remain.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

A low growl suddenly sounded from the zombie dogs, and some of them were the first to pounce on the bugs.

The battle started, but Horst was not affected.

At this time, he was hiding in the shadow of a tall tree.

My mind became more and more trance-like, as if the pressure of hiding in the shadows was much greater than in the evening.

Horst guessed that it was because he was in the fog at this time and the shadow was very light.

As for whether it is true or not, we can only verify it later. Anyway, we can still hold on for a while now.

It's hard to describe the feeling of hiding in the shadows.

The surrounding light became dim, as if suddenly enveloped by a huge shadow.

Other than that, everything was normal, so when he was attacked before, the driver didn't react at all.

But there is a premise, there must be a shadow.

Once you leave the shadow, you will immediately appear.

Horst secretly rejoiced. Although the zombie dog that cast a shadow on him pounced on him and got entangled with the bugs, the shadow under his feet had long disappeared. But before that, he had already taken a few steps along the shadow and got into the gap of the nearby trees. In the shadows.

Then hide here for a while before the flames disappear.

Let’s wait for the results from both sides to come out first.

Horst breathed a sigh of relief and was just about to relax when he suddenly felt something was wrong.

I ran out of the woods, lit the fire, and ducked into the shadow of the zombie dog.

So why can I still hide in the shadow of the trees?

A chill ran up my spine and up to my head.

Horst felt his whole body stiffen and looked intently into the thick fog.

There were shadows in the surrounding fog, and there were many tall trees growing sparsely.

The shape of the tree shadows is distorted and extremely weird.

He, the zombie dog group, and the insect group had all returned to the woods at this time.

Or rather, the woods caught up and surrounded them and him.

Horst took a deep breath and slowly turned his head to look at the source of the shadow.

The tree was already very close to me.

Almost there.

If you look carefully, the first thing you see is the tree roots connected to the ground, or in other words, two giant black hooves stepping on the ground.

There are no tree roots at all. It is these two hooves that hold the 'big tree' and move it like a living creature.

In addition to the hooves, there were long branches trailing on the ground.

It was not a branch, but a bunch of black tentacles entangled together, looking like a tree crown in the fog.

The whip-like fleshy tentacles are black and winding, and a steaming black breath is constantly emitting. It is formed by the black mucus dripping from the surface of the tentacles, which vaporizes into smoke before it leaves the surroundings of the tentacles.

Horst looked at the tentacle with a blank expression.

It looks so familiar, I just saw it in a box.

Exactly the same.

There are no coincidences in the mysterious world.

At this moment, Horst was finally sure.

It's definitely not a simple dream now.

Most likely because the beef broth swallowed up the tentacle.

Did someone follow the tentacles and come to the door?

No, there shouldn't be those messy aliens.

Could it be that this is really a fantasy world, and that beef soup is following my tentacles through my dreams?

What the hell do you want to do?

What else did it cause?

Just as he was thinking about it, he continued to move forward with his hoof, stepping down heavily in front of Horst.

"boom."

Keep talking, reading, reading. I will keep talking for at least half a month. Please, brothers who have the conditions, use the app to click on the "To be continued" interface twice a day. This is very important to me.