At one o 'clock in the afternoon, Xiao Tan and the two NPCs came to a large house in the northwest corner of the community.
The three children walked side by side to the fence of the house and stopped.
"Okay … I don't think we can find anyone else to translate this book …" Shawn said to Xiao Tan.
"But … someone has to knock on the door, right?" Horace said as he glanced at Xiao Tan.
"Don't worry, I'll go." Xiao Tan agreed generously. As an adult, he would not be afraid of an unfamiliar neighbor because of some stereotypical prejudice like these children.
"You have to think carefully … Wang, he's scary …" Horace put on a serious look and reminded him, "He's German. Maybe he doesn't even speak English."
"Hmm …" Shawn thought for a while and said, "Should we first look up the German words for 'please don't kill us'?"
"Bitte _ toten _ sie _ Mich _ nicht." The next second, a voice came from their side, speaking in fluent German.
When the three of them heard this, they were stunned and looked in the direction of the voice.
What entered their line of sight … was an old man wearing a red checkered shirt and a gray woolen coat.
Ten minutes later, inside the house …
"Young men, time is running out." The strange German man held a sharp knife and stood in front of the sofa with his back to the light. He said with a serious expression, "This is your last chance today …" As he said this, he leaned over and cut open a piece of fruit pie on the coffee table. "… Come and taste the piping hot pie I made myself."
As he spoke, he placed a slice of pie on the opposite side of the coffee table.
At this time, Xiao Tan, Horace, and Shawn were already sitting side by side on the sofa. Horace took the pie from the old man with a silly smile and turned to look at the two people next to him. His expression seemed to say, "I didn't expect to encounter such a good thing."
"Okay, where were we?" After the strange German man finished cutting the pie, he returned to his seat and put on his reading glasses. He faced the children, picked up the book, and said, "Oh, here it is … The amulet itself is not big, but there are mysterious spells engraved on it …" As he translated, he seemed to have discovered something. He immediately turned the book around and showed the page to Xiao Tan and the others. "… This thing looks quite strange, doesn't it?"
Xiao Tan looked and saw a hand-drawn diagram on the page. As a whole, the pattern looked like two mini dragons (similar in appearance to the dragons in Western mythology, but not Eastern dragons), one on the left and one on the right, one high and one low, clinging to an oval-shaped boulder of a different color.
Of course … if Feng Bujue were to observe, he might be able to see that Van Helsing had used a quill instead of a pen when drawing this diagram, and from the ink, he could infer that the other party had been in a hurry when drawing the diagram. He might also be able to infer the true appearance of the amulet from this poorly drawn diagram. But … at this moment, Brother Jue was not there, and no one would care about these details.
"Is this the amulet?" Xiao Tan looked at the diagram and wondered.
"I think so," the strange German man replied.
"Hey, guys …" Horace lowered his voice and said excitedly to the two friends beside him, "The strange German man is amazing."
The old man who was called the strange German man glanced at the children and said with a subtle expression, "My name is Leonardo Cimino."
"Erm … Mr. Cimino," Shawn asked, "about the part of 'balance,' can you explain it in detail? I don't understand. "
"Okay." Cimino responded. "According to this book … the forces of good and evil will constantly fluctuate and change with each other. And every hundred years, at a certain point in time, these two forces will reach a perfect balance. " He paused for two seconds. "And the amulet we were talking about just now gathers the 'forces of good.' It's a holy relic for exorcism. Not only can it resist evil, but … it's' indestructible. '" He pointed at the page with his finger. "Here … the word 'indestructible' is used, and there's a horizontal line at the bottom."
At this point, he turned a page and continued reading, "And on the 'Resurrection Night' that occurs once every hundred years, when the clock strikes midnight, the amulet will become especially fragile. During this period of time, it will become 'destructible'. "
"What happens if the amulet is destroyed?" Shawn asked.
"Then the balance between good and evil will be broken," Cimino replied. "Evil … will become the new order of this world." He raised his head and glanced at the children. "But, our friend Mr. Van Helsing said … even on the Resurrection Night, there's at least one way to stop the forces of darkness …"
"What is it?" Xiao Tan quickly asked.
"If someone can get the amulet before the forces of darkness, they can use a ritual … a ritual that can only be held once every hundred years to open the door to Borderland Prison," Cimino replied. "It's like a terrifying whirlpool, a ferocious tornado … that can swallow the forces of darkness and everything around it … and maintain peace for an entire century."
Xiao Tan and the two children from the Monster Club listened to Cimino's description with rapt attention. Even Horace put down the pie in his hand.
"Did he describe the process of the ritual?" Xiao Tan quickly asked.
"Yes, and it's very detailed," Cimino replied. Cimino replied. "This' diary 'lasted until the last day of his battle with the dark forces. What's interesting is … looking at the date, there's less than twelve hours left, which is midnight … We're exactly one hundred years away from that day. "
…
1: 40 p.m., in the suburbs.
No one knew what the structure of this planet, which resembled America in the 1980s, was. Not far from the city, there was a swamp shrouded in thick fog. Although it was only a thirty-minute drive from the city, the landscape here was comparable to a primeval forest.
"It's around here. You can smell it, right?" Dracula traversed the muddy ground with his graceful, unhurried stride.
"Ah? Ah — "A werewolf in a tattered jacket and jeans followed behind Dracula and responded with a few howls that sounded like a wolf but not a wolf, or a gorilla but not a gorilla.
Fufu — Fufu —
Just as their conversation ended, there was the sound of something being dragged not far away.
Dracula and the werewolf turned around and saw … a mummy.
"Heh …" Dracula smiled and did not say anything.
He also knew that there was nothing to say to the mummy. The mummy was obviously not good at communicating.
In short, the mummy and the werewolf seemed to have tacitly acknowledged their status as "followers", and naturally followed behind Dracula. Dracula, on the other hand, did not mind and led the other two to move forward together.
As they walked, they came to a deep and vast swamp.
"It's here," Dracula stood by the swamp and said in a low voice.
After he finished speaking, silence descended.
A moment later, in the middle of the swamp, it was as if it was boiling … A large number of mud bubbles emerged.
Rip — Rip —
A few seconds later, accompanied by a rhythmic, eerie sound of footsteps, a large rectangular wooden box floated out of the swamp.
Immediately after, a figure covered in mud appeared.
This "person" held the box up high with both hands and walked out from the bottom of the swamp.
After walking ashore, the mud on his body quickly faded away, revealing his true appearance.
Generally speaking, he was a fish spirit (according to the end credits of "Monster Subduing Squad," this monster's name was Gillman, which could be translated as "Gill Man"). His face was like the combination of Murky and Babo (both of them were small demons in "Journey to the West"). His body looked similar to a human's, and he had distinct chest and abdominal muscles. His hands and feet were webbed and claws, and his whole body was covered with crocodile-like skin.
This was another monster with low IQ. After he carried the big wooden box ashore, he looked at Dracula without saying a word, as if he was waiting for his boss's instructions.
At this moment, in the sky above the thick fog, there was a faint thunder.
Dracula once again squatted beside the big wooden box affectionately and handed his cane to the mummy standing behind him.
"I've waited for too long …" Dracula slowly reached out and opened the lid of the wooden box. "… Too long …"
Looking at the Count's state, nine out of ten people would guess that … the one lying in the wooden box was his old lover.
However, after the lid was opened, a tall and strong man was revealed.
Compared to the other three monsters, the one lying in the wooden box could be considered a famous Frankenstein (Frankenstein, Frankenstein).
"Cane." Dracula stared at Frankenstein for a few seconds, then turned back and said to the mummy.
The Mummy immediately extended the cane in his hand and placed the tip of the cane in front of Dracula.
The tip of the cane was a copper bat sculpture, the size of an apple, and the shape was lifelike.
Dracula skillfully pulled out the two "bat ears" on the tip of the cane and pressed them on Frankenstein's two ears.
He had no idea who had designed it for him … After the two parts were pulled out, two slender copper wires came out, and the two "bat ears" could be used as a clamp.
"Wake up … my old friend." After Dracula was done, he took the cane, stood up, and said excitedly, "Our time has come!"
After saying that, he raised the end of the cane up high. After pressing a certain mechanism on the cane, a metal rod instantly popped out from the end of the cane, turning into a strange, erect lightning rod.
…
On the other hand, in the community, inside the sewer.
The battle between Underworld Frontline and Blade Group had gone from the ground to the underground.
It had changed from a sniping battle across the street to a surprise attack in a specific environment.
"Another trap …" After the sixth explosion, Greedy Wolf's Life Points finally dropped below 20%. Just in case, he had to drink a large dose of Life Points Recovery Potion.
"Every trap is placed in a different way …" Greedy Wolf thought. "Even though I know … there is more than one strategist in Underworld Frontline than Feng Bujue, to be able to do this is impressive …"
"Hey … you've been hit six times already. Are you sure you'll be fine?" Defeating Armies, who was following behind his teammate, asked with concern, "How about I walk in front?"
"Stop joking," Greedy Wolf replied. "If it was you, it wouldn't be a problem of being hit six times … You might have died six times already."
"You sure have guts." Defeating Armies pouted and replied in a noncommittal tone.
"I'm just telling the truth …" Greedy Wolf replied seriously. "I've been maintaining a high degree of concentration to move forward. Furthermore, I have special equipment and a level S medic mastery to support me. If not for that, I would have died several times already."
"Oh? It's just some traps, but they are so troublesome? "Defeating Armies asked.
"Normally, it would be fine, but don't forget …" Greedy Wolf replied. "Our bodies have been shrunk. Under this condition, the equipment and summoning mastery will be more effective. "He paused." And the most classic example of this is … explosives. "
"If you're talking about explosives, I have mine as well," Defeating Armies said. "Since it's not worth it for us to chase after them, why should we take the initiative to attack? We can learn from them and set up traps along the way … "
"Then won't we lose the advantage we gained on the ground earlier?" Greedy Wolf asked. "It took us a lot of effort to gain a certain degree of suppression and force them to escape underground … If we stop chasing and allow them to escape unscathed, won't all our efforts go to waste?"
"Calm down …" Defeating Armies was indeed the man that Brother Jue had high hopes for. In this situation, his consideration of the problem was much more rational than Tan Lang, the strategist. "… Perhaps the enemy is using this mentality of yours to lure you to continue the chase … and then increase the loss …"
After the captain's reminder, Greedy Wolf also understood. "Wait a minute … You're right …" His expression changed slightly. "I seem to have unknowingly fallen into the mindset of a gambler …"
The so-called gambler's mindset was composed of many parts, and the two most typical parts were: one, a small win was not a win, and a small win was a loss; two, the more one lost, the more one had to increase the stakes so that they could recoup their losses.
"Yes! We can't chase after them anymore … "At this moment, Greedy Wolf's mind buzzed, and many images flashed before his eyes. He quickly said to Defeating Armies," It's not that I'm that smart, but those explosive traps … They are just tricks to distract us! The enemy's real goal is … "
Boom!
At this moment.
An explosion interrupted his words.
A huge tremor interfered with their footsteps.
But …
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