Chapter 11: Don't panic
Igna felt his breath clenched.
Although he has just crossed into this world not long ago, he also inherited the memory and knowledge possessed by the original owner.
Even if those memories are fragmented, the scene in front of you, the strong smell of blood in the air, and this gloomy feeling, there is no other possibility other than the altar to sacrifice to the evil god.
In this world, the evil **** is not an imaginary, but a real existence.
Although the probability of getting a response is not high, they still have the ability to affect reality.
And the dark green light in front of him, with a cold and sinister aura, has exceeded the color that ordinary flames can present. It's not something that science can explain.
Although the original owner belonged to a declining mysterious family, he had never encountered such a scene.
The elders in the family, as well as the knowledge they have learned, told him over and over again not to touch anything related to the evil god.
Don't ask for anything other than Jazz Bethel.
"...But I've run into it head-on now." Looking at the dark green light that shone from between the barrels in front of him, Igna's mouth felt bitter.
However, even so, he could only tell himself again.
Don't panic.
Don't panic.
Under such circumstances, the more panicked you are, the quicker you will die.
Igna took two deep breaths, the air mixed with the heavy smell of blood made his mind unable to rest, but the muscle group driven by the movement still brought a piercing pain, which made him regain the ability to think.
Looking at the scene in front of him, Igna restrained his mind.
Although his knowledge of mysticism is very limited, some cognition is engraved in his bones.
He clearly remembered that the family's mysticism textbook had a key note on the Cthulhu Ritual.
If you encounter a ritual related to the evil god, before the ritual begins, Beyonders of Sequence 5 or higher can try to interfere.
However, if the ceremony has already started, it can be as far away as possible.
Don't try to get close. Don't try to destroy.
That would only attract attention.
And the consequences of being watched...
Igna remembered an eyeball with protruding blood vessels rolling on the edge of the grass under the moonlight, a **** nose...
Exploding like a bomb, the pieces of meat scattered everywhere...
The blue-purple face that is close to suffocation, and the hands that are pinching her neck...
as well as…
No, don't think about those as well!
Igna quickly put away his divergent thoughts and locked his thoughts on the problems he was currently facing.
First, on the basis of not approaching or destroying the ritual, how should we get out of trouble?
Second, where is that man?
In order to answer these questions, we must first be clear. the purpose of this ceremony.
——The Asgar man laid this trap and laid this ritual in order to kill him.
The biggest honor guard of the apprenticeship path is "opening the door". So, the main purpose of this ritual must be to keep him from escaping...
Secondly, Igna noticed that there seemed to be a loophole in this ritual: the house could not be "opened" to go out, but it could be opened inside.
The principle should be to block the "spirit world" that the apprentice needs to use when traversing. But the scope of the blockade is mainly the "outer layer". The inner spiritual world has not been affected...
…
There was not much time left for Igna. After Ignatius made a brief reasoning, he immediately took action.
First and foremost, stay away from the altar and the basement.
And the way to leave the basement, for the apprentice, is very simple.
Because, they don't have to go through the normal door. As long as there is space, for them, anywhere can be a door.
Therefore, the direction Igna chose is upward.
A direction that is unpredictable, unpredictable, and most confusing to the enemy!
No one can walk straight up!
Igna locked a shelf ten meters away that could almost reach the top.
Act now!
Igna took a step.
However, his body became a little stiff because of the cold air in the basement, and it took much more effort than usual to move every step.
And, remarkably, Igna could feel his body temperature drop. The hot pain that was supposed to be in the chest also seemed to be numb at this time.
This will not work.
"Snapped-"
Thinking of this, Igna did not hesitate to apply an electric shock to himself.
"Ah!" Igna growled lowly.
The paralysis and pain caused by the lightning spell were much greater than he expected. All limbs and bones lost control in an instant.
However, the momentary paralysis and pain caused by the lightning strikes his body, but after a brief paralysis, he regained full control of his body. The originally stiff limbs also seemed to have recovered some temperature and became a little more flexible.
And Ignat, who found himself, didn't waste any time, and immediately quickened his pace and walked towards the wine rack ten meters away.
"Da da-"
"Da da-"
Ignatius' footsteps echoed in the confined space.
He never felt that the world was so quiet.
Every step he stepped on the ground, every step he took, brought the sound of stepping on water, which was particularly clear in the open and airtight basement.
This voice echoed throughout the basement, and Ignat had calmed down his steps as much as possible, but he felt that the voice echoing in his ears did not seem to be getting any smaller.
Instead...it got bigger...
"Da da-"
"Da da-"
Moreover, every step Igna took, when his heels landed, "water droplets" constantly splashed on his calf.
"..." Igna knew clearly that this was not "water".
Under such circumstances, he couldn't help but quicken his pace again.
However, for some unknown reason, he heard more voices next to his ears.
The sound of those footsteps was of the same weight, but it was obviously more than the number of footsteps he landed on the ground.
In the basement, there are other people walking.
"Da da da-"
"Da da da-"
However, when Igna stopped, no sound disappeared. All you could hear was his breathing and the sound of flames dancing around.
"…"
Igna didn't look back, and didn't dare to look back.
He didn't dare to look around, and he didn't dare to look down. He only dared to stare at the wine rack in front of him.
At this moment, Igna can only be very fortunate that his "door" is closer than any door or wall in this basement.
The shelf was only about ten meters away from him, twenty steps away.
For the first time in his life, Igna felt that the distance of twenty steps was so far away!
Fortunately, he successfully reached the wine rack.
Also, it seems that the Asgar man hasn't come down yet. In the entire wine cellar, there was only the sound of Igna's own breathing.
"Come on. It's still too late."
Ignatius cheered himself up and started to move, climbing up with both hands and feet.
However, when he climbed to the second floor...
"Click-"
Suddenly, Igna heard the sound of the lock hitting the ground.