He was not used to using only his right hand to keep his balance, and his foot twisted and he was about to fall backwards.
It's Milanka again.
She appeared beside the Count at some point, hugged him from the left, and the two of them supported each other as they ran upstairs.
"If I say... I intend to consider seriously what you are hinting at," the Count gasped.
"I wonder if you would reject a man who only has his right hand left?"
"I think... huh, this kind of man is very special." Milanka was also a little out of breath.
But she was more excited and said to him with a smile: "Or you can also install a metal arm."
"You can't tell with gloves on."
"Pinch people, huh!"
"Pinching people might be more emotional..."
Chapter 118 Note
Kaloni thought about it and felt that he had nothing better to do than to flirt with a woman who had been working in the Pu Yue Palace for more than ten years.
He ignored her joke and quickly entered the hotel with her help, holding a Viper 92 long-barreled revolver in his right hand.
He also had a shooting hobby, so he was a good shooter. This revolver was obviously not as durable and practical as an ordinary pistol, but he couldn't care less now.
The two of them quickly searched the first floor, and then Milanka looked up and asked him, "Where are your people?"
The count suddenly realized that after they broke through the interception line during the chaos, none of his guards had been able to follow them.
This is irrational, because they are all elite soldiers selected by him personally, and they can be sergeants even if they are in the military tent. These people may be stopped by the police for a while, but how can they not rush over?
Even if Milanka and I had been going around in circles for the past few minutes, they should have found him long ago.
"Let's go back and take a look." He decided.
The two of them walked back to the hall from the corridor and stood there in a daze for a few seconds.
They all stared at the door - it was closed again.
"I remember it was open when I came in..." Milanka rushed over and turned the doorknob, only to find that it was locked tightly and would not budge no matter how hard she turned it.
She tried running to the windows on both sides of the hall and turning the handles, but the result was the same: the handles seemed to be welded and no matter how she turned them, there was no movement.
"Is this the case among the strange things you have encountered in the past?" She turned to look at the count, wanting to make a few more jokes to liven up the atmosphere.
But Kaloni didn't laugh.
Not only did he not smile, he also stared at her with a strange expression, as if his eyes were looking through her and at something else, and there was a hint of... some fear in his eyes?
Realizing that the situation was not good, Milanka threw herself to the ground as fast as she could. The next moment, she felt something pulling her hair. A huge pulling force forced her to stop in mid-air, bending over, and being pulled back little by little.
With a swish, she simply cut off her hair with the dagger. Just as she was about to run, she felt something wrapped around her ankle, pulling her and preventing her from moving.
What on earth is this?
She could no longer suppress her inner fear, and looked down, seeing that it was the carpet under her feet... The carpet that was supposed to be made of wool had turned into a monster covered with tiny tentacles, and it was the fleshy rhizomes that spread from it that entangled her.
Looking back, she saw a thick bulge on the wall, which reminded her of the veins on the back of a human hand. This thing was like it was really pumping blood to something, with a large amount of unknown substance moving on the wall, and this phenomenon was still spreading.
Before she could see what was pulling her hair, there was a gunshot and Milanka felt the tentacles under her feet shrink.
Kaloni grabbed her hand, told her to hurry up, and staggered as he pulled her into the corridor.
Milanka still couldn't help but look back, and she was horrified to see that at the place where she had just stood, on the wall, there was a protruding human body outline so obvious.
It was folded and pressed between the wall and the floor, its body still twisting in pain, as if it was being eaten by the wall, which was still waving its growing tentacles...
"If we were caught, we would become like that," Kaloni said.
He finally understood that the monster had not disappeared. It had eroded into the house and merged with the entire Baohuang Hotel building.
In other words, they are inside the body of this monster.
He felt that there was a high probability that they were beyond salvation.
Sure enough, it was just as he thought - although they were not running slowly, there were dangers on all sides.
When the walls of the corridor were all sprouting flesh and tentacles, no one could escape being captured. The two were quickly entangled by the tentacles like dumplings, and then a bloody mouth opened up on the carpet and swallowed them in.
"What did you say? The Count is locked up and can't get out?"
When Eugenie brought a team to the hotel, he learned the bad news.
Looking up, the towering buildings are hidden in the night fog and remain motionless.
Eugenie once thought that this hotel was very beautiful and a landmark building in Kerge. But now he wanted to travel back to the time when he first built it and kill the architect. He also wanted to ask him what he was thinking before he did anything and why he made it so big.
It was so large and had such a solid foundation, did he doubt that explosives could blow it down? Or should he mobilize a few siege guns and concentrate their firepower on the gate?
"...That's all, sir." A guard looked at him cautiously. "The Count's left hand was broken and was parasitized by a monster... We dealt with that thing, and then the Count seemed to see someone and insisted on chasing him. Ms.... Ms. Milan also followed him. Then the door closed by itself after they entered, and no matter how hard we tried, we couldn't open it."
"Who did he see?" Eugenie asked again.
Someone described to him the exaggerated size of the figure.
"That could be the leader of the Deathly Hallows!" Eugenie glared, "This is too dangerous... Can you really not break down the door?"
“I can’t break it open.”
"What did the police say?"
"They were powerless to stop the riots. After all, you can see the situation. Many people heard the news and wanted to come and see it."
Eugenie wanted to say what was so good about a man-eating monster and whether it was looking for death, but he glanced at the quiet building next to it and found that the thing did not look convincing now.
Tell everyone that this building was transformed by a monster?
They'll think this place is crazy.
"Your Excellency the Baron, secret report from the suburbs!"
A man squeezed over here holding a letter in his hand.
Eugenie immediately let him in, opened the letter and read it, his brows furrowed slightly as others watched.
"The dragon tomb is gone..." he said.
This news surprised everyone even more.
Like Eugenie, they are considered to be Kaloni's confidants and naturally know what the Dragon Tomb means to him.
"That thing can run away. It's not realistic to find it quickly." Eugenie shook his head and muttered to himself.
The situation could hardly be worse.
Hitzfeld, Detective Xiasha and others were trapped in the monster's body together with His Majesty the Count, and the Sally brothers simply lost contact.
Take into account the information he obtained not long ago—the entire Frost Sky Dragon clan was suspected to be destroyed?
The three major Dragon Guard families suddenly lost their voice. Even the queen was gone, and there was no one who could take charge of the situation.
Eugenie knew that the more this happened, the more he couldn't panic. After all, he was the one with the highest status now. If he panicked, some people might not want to do their job anymore.
This is not an exaggeration. He is well aware of the difference between the customs of Talignan and those of Sara: Sara is a country that has been built up over several or even dozens of generations and has a relatively stable environment, which makes them habitually think of confrontation when they encounter difficulties.
At worst, they can still trust the king and believe that the violent apparatus maintained by the state will rescue them.
But Talignant did not have such conditions.
It has been chaotic here for too long, so long that when something happens, the people at the bottom don’t think about how to fight back, but how to escape quickly.
Deep down, they don't trust anyone, not even their own clan. The Earl has put a lot of effort into gathering his current followers, and that's because of his ideas and his outstanding personal charm!
And now that the Earl is gone, he has to take over temporarily.
No matter how you push it, just push it first.
After pretending to analyze the situation and sending a few people to contact the guards of the Vincenzo Palace, Eugenie stood at the bottom of the stairs, looking worried.
What's next?
Do we really need to contact the field army and dispatch some artillery to bombard this building?
Hitzfeld, the Count and others are still inside. Will they be hurt?
Could the sudden disappearance of the Dragon Tomb be related to the strange changes here... Someone just said that they felt an earthquake, could the Dragon Tomb be nearby?
He had too many questions that needed answers, but he didn't have the ability or conditions to get the answers.
A splitting headache.
Is this what the Earl usually carries...
"Your Mightiness!"
Someone else is coming.
"We caught a suspicious guy. He said he had something in his hand that Miss Aisuen Hitzfeld wanted to give to you."
"What is it?" Eugenie perked up, "Give it to me now!"
The item had obviously been checked, and the man handed it to him directly.
It was a piece of paper with a string of scrambled letters on it.
Others may not understand, but in Eugenie's eyes, this cover-up is ineffective.
"Power station..."
The people around heard him mutter these words.
"Your Mightiness?"
"So that's how it is..." He clenched the note tightly, as if he was going to crush it.
"Thank you Hitzfeld."
"I think I know where it's going to go."
Chapter 119 Escape
Underground, just as Hitzfeld was about to continue snooping for information, a huge vibration came from all around, forcibly shaking her out of the retrospective state.
Then, almost uncontrollably, she was led by her left eye, and her head and sight were forced onto Xia Yibing - strictly speaking, on the fire knife in her hand.
What the hell is this thing doing?
For a moment, she couldn't tell whether the complaint was directed at Russell or at the orb of nature.
"The person he's waiting for has arrived." Russell looked up, his expression calm again, and then he stood up before they could react, quickly walked around to the circular door, reached his hand into the bloody body, and took out something covered in blood plasma and mucus.
Hitzfeld immediately recognized it as the missing carving on the door frame. She wanted to raise her gun, but it was difficult for them to stand steady due to the shaking.
"Click!" They could only support each other and watch Russell inlay the carving.
Rumbling--
As if a button had been triggered, the entire space vibrated more violently. The circular door had just popped open, and was immediately affected by the vibration, opening outwards with a click.
Xia Yibing knew she couldn't hesitate any longer, so she rushed forward, trying her best to keep her balance, and her fire knife hit five sharp claws in the dim environment.
But the collision lasted only a moment.
Even Xia Yibing herself was stunned for a moment. When she came back to her senses from the shock, she saw in the flash of firelight that Russell was also full of surprise. Only then did she sincerely confirm that all five fingers of this guy's left hand were chopped off by the knife.
"Xiasha! Imar!" A man's roar came from the front. She curled her lips and jumped back quickly. She immediately felt a sound of breaking air brushing against her nose from above.
At the same time, the cause and effect of the fire arrived - it was not to highlight any lighting equipment, but the white whale that Hitzfeld finally stabilized after she jumped out.
Her jump not only helped her avoid the attack, but also left enough space for the girl to shoot. Hitzfeld calmly approached the two men slowly, trying his best to keep steady with each shot... His knees softened and slightly bent from time to time, specifically looking for balance and rhythm in the gaps between vibrations.
It was like a boring game she had played in her previous life: when she was riding one of those bumpy old-fashioned buses, she would occasionally give up the handrails and rely solely on her excellent sense of balance and reaction to stay standing.
Of course, the bumps now were greater than any bus...but her sense of balance and reaction were also better than in her previous life! Under the threat of death, she almost mobilized all her energy to do this, and even if there was any left, she would invest it all in shooting.
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The temperature is high in the summer, and beluga whales do not need to be warmed up in advance, so they are naturally more powerful than in winter and spring. Some of the bullets were extremely off-center, but some of them hit Russell, and every hit made him howl sharply, with strong anger in his voice.
Soon, the bullets were used up, and Hitzfeld immediately half-knelt down and groped around her skirt to get the spare magazine.
At this time, Xia Yibing pushed forward again. She took advantage of Russell's lack of time to switch his mind and instinctively raised her hand to block her knife. It was so clean that even the mechanical arm on his right hand was cut off at the wrist.
