A common tavern that connects all fantasy worlds

Leon was asked to kneel in the middle of the magic circle on the ground. The Amazon cut his palm and smeared his blood on the top of the photographer's head, saying, "Don't think about anything else, feel the special power in your body. The gods establish a connection. If you gain her approval, then you are saved..."

As she spoke, she slapped Leon's cap, causing the man to roll his eyes suddenly.

His consciousness has established a connection with the gods, and whether he can be saved depends first on himself... If the gods really appreciate him and give him a chance, they will give him the special ability of the Amazons—the one who once deceived Anda Lil's bait, an illusion that is indistinguishable from himself.

The curse on his chest, after careful analysis by the necromancer, is definitely related to the transfer of vitality... and it is not impossible for Zuer to extract some vitality from human beings to endow illusions.

After all, their sect is best at playing with vitality... He can give temporary life to a pile of clay!

Chapter 59 Deep Underground

When the night was about to pass, Leon also came back, just in time for Boss Xue to go to sleep for a while and asked Amelia to help watch the bar.

Seeing Leon come back with the necromancer, Xue Li temporarily stopped walking towards the staff bedroom at the other end of the corridor, and turned to ask him, "Is it resolved?"

Leon nodded with a complicated expression. He didn't know what to say, so he could only unbutton the opening of his shirt, revealing his chest without a single wound.

The curse was indeed lifted, and Zull's method was very effective, although logically the photographer could not understand what he had done.

His explanation is this: "The phantom spell is cast by you with the grace of the goddess, and it is no different from you in appearance; after I transfer part of your life force into it, it has nothing to do with you inwardly." The difference is that it becomes part of you, and it's not that difficult to move the curse from you to it."

After completing the transfer of the curse and cutting off the connection between the main body and the phantom, Leon felt weaker than ever before. Zul said that this "will recover but cannot be reversed"... After a period of recuperation, his physical fitness will return to normal, but His lifespan has been permanently shortened.

Because of this, he showed a tangled expression.

He's saved, but always feels like he's not quite saved...

Boss Xue patted him on the shoulder and said, "Brother, life doesn't depend on the length of time, but on whether you live a wonderful life."

"Well... what I'm most afraid of is that life is not very exciting, and the time is getting shorter."

Leon complained, but he was just joking... He didn't want to become a bloodthirsty monster even more than the "shortened lifespan" that was still illusory.

Hiding in the dark corners of the city underground and living by preying on humans, what is the point of such an existence even if it is eternal life?

Now that he has finished treatment and New York has not found that he is the key to a certain case, of course it is time for him to return to his own world.

Before leaving, the photographer Leon solemnly thanked Boss Xue of the tavern and the necromancer who cured him and sent him back.

Before leaving, he reassured Zul: "I will continue to believe in the goddess devoutly. She saved me and gave me a mission..."

"According to what Cassia told me, the mission you entrusted to yourself is only approved by the goddess."

Zuul shook hands with the photographer, turned his head and went back to his Sanctuary world.He still has a world to save!

Not long after, photographer Leon also returned to New York.

He was standing at the door of his apartment. At this time, his girlfriend should be sleeping soundly at home, right?Fortunately, the previous black policewoman probed his actions "privately" and did not leave any official records. Otherwise, I am afraid this place would not be so safe anymore.

Speaking of which, in fact, there is still a group of people in New York City who know who he is, and even saw him on that train, that is, the special forces that the female police detective once called.

Maybe someday he'll run into someone on the street who was involved in that arrest.

Maybe that would be a smart person who would not react, but just pretended not to know him and passed him by... because that incident did not exist in the procedure at the time, and he had to explain to the FBI why he knew a photographer and The relationship between the whole incident is likely to involve more serious incidents of unauthorized use of deadly force and deployment without orders from superiors.

Or he would be a fool who insisted on dragging him in if he insisted on fighting for his own future or even his life, then he wouldn't be so afraid.

Perhaps the power of the god Ursula could not reach this world, but his devotion would not diminish one iota.

During this period of time in the tavern, he has carefully considered where his life is going; after establishing a mysterious connection with the goddess at the spiritual level, he has also been affirmed by the goddess.

Just as Cassia the Amazon uses her javelin and bow to practice her own way of survival, the weapon in his hand as a photographer will of course be the camera.

Of course, his photography skills are also very good, but he has decided that from now on, he will pay more attention to the practical significance of the photographs than the aesthetic value of the photographs.

He wanted to document, in the words of a guest he had met in a tavern, the "beings" of the city, who lived, who died, who actually existed in the shadow of New York.

Good composition, excellent light, and the objects appearing in the picture should of course be paid attention to, but you can’t deliberately create a certain effect for taking pictures; what he wants to capture is the most natural posture, the moment without any flash in the ordinary suffering .

If the audience watching his works can have such a moment of curiosity, wanting to know what kind of situation the people in the photos have encountered and what kind of stories they have, his work will not be in vain.

"We are not their food ... we are proud of our labor, the fruits of our labor, and we don't deserve to suffer like this."

Leon once again meditated on the path he wanted to stick to, chanted the name of God Ursula in his heart, and took out the key to open the door of his apartment.

The morning sun shines in the room through the screen curtain of the window, and there is a warm smell on the carpet.

When he took off his shoes and socks for a long time and stepped on them with bare feet, he couldn't help but let out a soft sigh.

This place was originally a small apartment, the bedroom and living room were directly connected together, stepping on two steps on the wooden floor and opening the sliding door, you can directly see the double bed.Leon took off his coat, threw it on the sofa with his camera bag, and tiptoed into the bedroom.

My girlfriend slept soundly. It seemed that the night shift in the restaurant was a bit busy last night, and the sound of opening the door and entering the room did not wake her up.

In this lazy atmosphere, Leon couldn't help but blinked, gently lifted the quilt, lay on his bed, and hugged his girlfriend from behind.

"I'm back." He said softly, smelling the scent of Maya's hair and closing his eyes.

In a place he didn't know, in an abandoned station of the New York City subway, there were finally traces of human activities again.

Lyon thought of all possible things, but just ignored the subway itself... Without the operation and management of the Metropolitan Transportation Department of New York, how could this train bound for City Hall Station and the later Devil's Nest be a normal route? part of the run in New York City?

It is true that the people who appeared in that venue were all human beings who once devoured the flesh and blood of human beings and are gradually transforming into immortal "Wendigo" humans, but no one said that they were all members of them!

On the same day when he returned to this world, a certain senior manager of the MTA brought several subway workers to the abandoned subway station "City Hall Station".

With flashlights on, they walked into the place from the pit lane with difficulty.

I don't know if the degree of decay here has intensified further. Water droplets even began to seep from the gaps in the tiles above the dome, forming puddles of mud pools on the ground and beside the tracks.

A few silver carriages stopped on the track, but the front of the car was nowhere to be seen.

"...the rest of the carriages are still there. The front of the carriage should have dropped these and went deeper."

The MTA executive wearing a helmet frowned, waved his hand, and asked the staff on the side to show him the route map.

After carefully studying the line map for a while, he raised his head and said to another subway employee beside him: "The strength supporting this place has disappeared, we have to report to the city hall for renovation and support construction of this subway station... Otherwise, the time will be lost." The top will definitely collapse.”

A staff member who couldn't understand the wink suddenly asked: "Since it's 'really' abandoned, why not just fill it with soil..."

He had only spoken half a sentence before he found that the colleagues and leaders around him were staring at him like fools, so he simply shut his mouth.

The MTA executives gave him an extra look, and ordered: "...Continue to go deep, you go first!"

The employee shivered a few times, but he didn't dare to disobey the orders of the higher-ups. He raised his flashlight and walked deeper along the abandoned route.

Someone in the back naturally took out a pen and notebook and wrote down the arrangement just now... This place is buried deep in the ground and has been abandoned for a long time. Use the most primitive means to record for the time being, and start further actions according to the arrangement after returning to the surface.

Before long, several people finally arrived at the back of the city hall station, where the battle took place.

They were completely unprepared for what they were about to see, so they were in a bad mood when they saw bodies all over the floor.

The subway worker at the head immediately screamed, his legs gave way and he sat on the ground, and the people behind couldn't help but retreat a few steps...Human bones were mixed with a few flesh and blood stumps, and the rotten smell rushed over. The location where the flashlight shined was like this. It would be fine for a few people to run without running, but of course they might not be able to move at all.

The top management of the MTA thought of the warning to him from those who really had the final say before climbing down to confirm the situation: "No one knows what's going on underground, but it must not be very good-looking, you have to be mentally prepared."

What a ghost... who can be prepared for such a thing!

"...Don't, don't go any further, hurry up and take pictures to collect evidence, let's go back!" His mouth also became stammered, and after he stumbled and gave the last order, he planned to retreat first without hesitation.

Another employee next to him was also trembling, so he pinched his arm forcibly, and finally managed to pick up the camera. When he was about to follow the order to collect evidence, he suddenly heard a low, beast-like roar.

Before the colleague who fell to the ground in front of him could get up, a black shadow suddenly passed by, and his entire upper body disappeared under the light of the flashlight.

In the empty and dark cave, human screams came and went, and the flashlight shattered on the ground.

Above the maintenance passage, next to the radio communication station that should not be able to receive the signal from below, several middle-aged men in formal suits with serious expressions were standing there. Everyone was wearing headsets, and they even breathed a sigh of relief when the sound rang out. .

"There are still survivors..." One of the men turned and said to the other.

The person nodded: "Okay, the few below should be enough for their recent consumption. Notify the MTA to prepare to add lines, and move out a set of old trains..."

Chapter 60 Nightmare and Rain

Later that day, Deckard Kane also came to the tavern again.

According to his own wishes, Xue Li specially marked a position that might be new to the tavern in the employee register: consultant, so that he can freely enter and leave the tavern without troublesome others.

Speaking of which, including the boss, everyone didn't understand what the consultants in the tavern needed to do?Is it food and wine recommendations?That's probably the last thing this tavern needs, right?

"Did the trip go well?"

Amelia, who was standing behind the bar, said, handing the old man a cup of tea.

"It's going well... Warriv is an old businessman, and he has traveled this route countless times. However, there are obviously more monsters in the eastern sand sea, and the influence of the dark wanderers is expanding." Deckard Cain Not without worry, he said, "I can only trust those heroes, they will definitely make it to the end."

After talking about this, he realized something was wrong, and asked, "Where is Boss Xue? Usually, at this time, he is the one waiting for the guests at this position..."

Amelia shrugged: "Who knows, he has been back in the room for a long time, he may have overslept."

Just as he was talking, there was a sound of a door deep in the corridor over there, and Xue Li, who had been asleep for an unknown amount of time, finally came out of the door.

His condition was very wrong, his face was covered with sweat, and his hands and feet were a little weak, but after breathing the fresh air from the balcony, he finally got better.

"What's the matter, boss?" Qido who was sitting on the side seat immediately came to support him and asked worriedly.

"It's nothing...Maybe the memory is too deep this time."

Xue Li didn't want to talk too much, he couldn't classify the scene he saw in this dream... he didn't have time, he couldn't see the characters clearly, all he knew was that in the dark night, a pair of hands were tightly pinching each other Touching his neck, a furious voice shouted in his ear: "Don't look for it anymore! Don't look for it anymore!"

At that time, there was only one thought in his head, who is this guy?

He desperately grabbed and pinched the hands that locked his throat, but he couldn't do any harm to the black figure at all.

This dream was really short, and just when he was about to suffocate, the dream had already woken up.

The feeling was so real that when he woke up, he felt strange and his heart was beating wildly on the side of his neck.

Oddly enough, he couldn't tell if it was a recovered memory or just a normal nightmare.

If it was a memory, then he should indeed be dead?At the end of the dream, he already felt severe dizziness, and he couldn't even feel the pain anymore.If it's an ordinary nightmare... I think about it every day and dream about it at night, what have I been thinking about recently to have such a dream?

Amelia behind the bar saw that he was fine, so she poured him a cup of tea and said, "Sit down for a while and drink some hot tea... Strange, every time you regained your memory in the past, this tavern There will be some changes.”

"Maybe the upgrade has reached its limit." Boss Xue coughed twice and waved his hands indifferently, "Now we have everything that a normal tavern should have, and we also have things that a normal tavern shouldn't have. What else is there? Changed?"

Amelia thought about it too, nodded towards him who was coming, and gave him the seat behind the bar.

After drinking a cup of hot tea, Boss Xue's condition has improved a lot, and he can still care about Deckard Kane: "What book do you want to read today? If you don't have the knowledge you need, just ask Max to buy a few more books." .”

"No, the knowledge I can access now is enough for me to study for a while."

The old man shook his head, "Maybe after the three Diablo brothers are driven back to hell again, then I will read books in other fields... I am also very curious about the culture and beliefs of other worlds."

This kind of hobby is in line with the definition of a scholar... But their world is currently facing disaster, so Deckard Kane can only choose some "immediately useful" books such as the history of weapon development, tactical teaching, assembly line and production management to read.

Humanity has existed in constant misery for as long as the Sanctuary world has recorded history.

Neither magic nor holy light could save mankind. Diablo and the other six demon kings would make a comeback every time, bringing the disaster back to the world.

Deckard Cain felt that it was time to rely on humans... In addition to helping the heroes chase the dark wanderers and deal with the devil, he also had to pass on knowledge from other worlds.When everyone has the strength to deal with hell demons, will anyone still be afraid?

Survive, survive!Even if you have to face enemies beyond your imagination, you must survive tenaciously. Human civilization will not be cut off, and of course, hell will not be used as an overwhelming weight.

The two chatted for a while, until Xue Li's spirit tortured by the nightmare completely settled down, the staff in the tavern felt that something was wrong.

[139. No. 139]

The wind blowing in from the terrace carried a damp and cool breath. Although it wasn't too cold, it was obviously not the usual way.

Amelia looked back, and muttered to herself, "It seems that there are still some things."

Several people walked to the terrace one after another, looking at the sky outside.

There is no longer a clear sea of ​​stars or a clear blue sky, but a layer of rolling dark clouds.Like churning black waves, cumulonimbus clouds rushed from one side of the sky to the other, staining the sky and the sea with leaden gray.

It didn't take long for the raindrops to fall down, hitting the originally calm water outside the terrace, splashing one after another.

"This is the actual weather system."

Xue Li smiled and said that although the sun is good every day, it is of course better to have other weather.In particular, no one will get sick or injured in the tavern. Even if it snows in winter, it’s no big deal. You can also light a brazier on the terrace to enjoy the snow scenery.

Speaking of it, even though it rains, there may not necessarily be four seasons... The setting of this tavern has always been very casual, and Boss Xue doesn't know what will happen in the future.

The person who was most curious about this had to be the bishop who came out of the kitchen. He even went to the railing of the terrace and stretched out his hand... The raindrops hit his palm, and the micro-sensor there stimulated moisture. tactile signals.

"Can you touch it?"

Xue Li also stepped forward curiously, imitating the bishop and stretching out his hand, and sure enough, he caught the falling raindrops in his palm.

The dark clouds above the head continued to roll, and the rumbling thunder was accompanied by lightning from the sky to the top of the head; the rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the heavy rain was connected in a line, as if being splashed down, and even started to fall on the water outside the terrace Splashed a layer of mist.The roof of the terrace was hit by raindrops, making a rattling sound, and the rainwater in front of the eaves was blown everywhere, and several people's clothes were wetted a little, but no one cared.

The bishop rubbed his wet fingers, then turned around and asked a very profound question: "Many materials I have come across say that human beings will become depressed when it rains. Why is that?"

"Not everyone will."

Xue Li didn't know why he knew this knowledge, but he just answered according to his first feeling: "The rainy weather is low, the humidity is high, and the physical depression can easily turn into a psychological negative emotion, probably like this. "