I, a mercenary, became a beautiful silver-haired boy

Chapter 153

In the dim underground church, a group of believers in black robes were gathered around a bonfire.

They raised their hands to form a circle and chanted ancient evil spells, like a demon in the emperor's seal, and the sound came directly from the mind instead of being heard through the ears.

In the center of the bonfire was a human-like statue, which looked like a man or a woman and could not tell the gender. The face was blurred and could not be seen, but there was a special magic that attracted others to continue to pay attention.

The believers showed enough respect for the statue, as if they were worshiping their gods, and they did not dare to show any mistakes in their behavior.

Soon another group of believers wearing the same robes came over, holding various items in their hands.

There were ordinary jewelry, portraits of different shapes, decorative weapons and even various books.

If you are interested in various cultures and beliefs, you can find at a glance that these things are traces left by other gods in this world, and they are objects with strong colors of other beliefs.

They burned these things around the bonfire and threw them roughly into the blazing fire. Such behavior was undoubtedly a provocation to other believers of gods.

But these weird believers were shaking their bodies with excitement, as if they were satisfying the needs set by their own gods.

A hint of madness could be seen from their empty blood-red eyes. They were completely different from this world where most people were staying away from darkness. They were trying to accept and integrate into the deep darkness.

The firelight illuminated the dim underground space. The face of the statue in the middle of the bonfire was illuminated by the firelight. It was obviously a blurred face, but in this light fueled by the faith of others, it gave people a weird feeling of smiling.

In the space where the light could not reach, there were also the sounds of unknown creatures crawling on the ground. They avoided the light and avoided the flames, lurking in the dark and occasionally heard the sound of chewing minced meat.

In addition to the peculiar smell of various objects being burned in the air, the most obvious thing was the fishy smell of blood that permeated this space.

Follow the unclear space all the way up, leave this strange underground space, open the underground entrance in the granary and you can return to the ground again.

Go outside and look around, there are birds singing and flowers blooming everywhere, and the sun is pleasant. At a glance, you can even see hardworking old farmers doing farm work.

When the women are free from washing and cooking, they chat about family matters, some gossips and strange things happening in nearby villages.

The figures of the men working hard are very reliable. Although the jokes between men are tasteless and direct, they are not very thoughtful.

The whole village is completely thriving, but this is just an appearance. If you observe carefully, you will find that a very key element is missing. This village lacks the sound of children playing and fighting.

Without the children playing, the whole village lacks a thriving vitality. Not to mention playing, even such a large village can't even see a child.

Not to mention the newborn babies, there were only adults and even few elderly people in the whole village, which made it impossible to feel the past and future of this village.

At this time, a group of black-robed people approached from a distance. They were obviously members of the underground cult.

The horses pulled the cages, which were covered with gray cloth. Occasionally, people could be heard sobbing inside. They looked like slave traders pulling their goods.

The people in the village seemed to have long been accustomed to it, and they were not even interested in the existence of this group of black-robed people. They were still busy with their work and did not even think of looking up.

The purpose of the black-robed people was very clear, which was to walk towards the granary. Passing by some women who were talking in a group, one of the black-robed people came over and made a strange gesture to a certain woman without paying any attention to the people who were chatting.

The people who were still chatting enthusiastically in the last second immediately shut their mouths, and the woman who was facing the black-robed people was even more absent-minded. She followed the black-robed people behind her and walked towards the granary together as if she had lost her soul.

There was no follow-up to the interrupted conversation, and the interrupted people had no emotion, as if the pre-arranged procedure had been interrupted.

The cages were transported into the granary, and many villagers like the women were thrown into the basement. The pitch-black darkness was like a big mouth, swallowing up all the existences that entered it, and no movement or sound could be heard.

No one would question it, nor would they dare to do so. After all, this village has a long history, and no one has ever had other ideas.

At this time, a black shadow flew in the distance. He was huge, ferocious and very high-profile. His golden vertical pupils were like a huge body like a mountain, and his strong limbs were like a huge mountain.and bat-like wings.

The dark scales radiate a majestic light, and the black flames overflowing from the corners of the mouth are so strong that even the real darkness cannot avoid it.

Even those who are not familiar with it can recognize that this powerful monster is the powerful existence that often appears in picture books to destroy countries, representing the black dragon of destruction and killing.

Theoretically, no matter what kind of village, it should be very nervous or even panic and chaotic when a legendary monster of this level appears.

Even other dragon villages of the same dragon clan have to sound the alarm and shout for help when they see the black dragon coming.

But the people in the village seem to have not noticed the black dragon in the sky and are still doing what they are doing. Without the instructions of the black-robed man, they will not react at all.

Even if the crops are destroyed, the house is blown down by the wind pressure, and the strong pressure makes the weak faint, it does not cause any chaos.

Even as if they are deliberately keeping clean, they will only throw the fainted people into the nearest house with an expressionless face, and then completely ignore their life or death.

Black Dragon, who always likes to destroy, doesn't even have the interest to bully them. After all, destruction also requires screaming and panic. What's the fun of bullying puppets that can't even react normally?

Even destroying such a village with one's own hands would make people dislike dirtying their hands. When Black Dragon arrived directly above the village, he turned into a human form.

Like a meteor, he hit the ground heavily, and a big pit was smashed on the ground. Some unfortunate villagers were directly involved in it.

In the center of the pit, a man with messy black long hair stood up straight, with golden vertical pupils emitting light all the time, a crazy smile on his face, and a row of sharp teeth that looked very individual.

Putting aside these very individual little features, the long-haired man looks particularly handsome, and the whole person exudes a demonic beauty, which makes people want to surrender and want to be dominated by him.

Unlike his unkempt appearance, Black Dragon's dressing style is very particular. Clothes similar to modern suits outline his slender body, wonderfully combining the concepts of elegance and violence.