Chapter 6 chapter Five

The goblin walked ahead, and D followed closely behind.They entered the forest, and the light around them became even more dim. They walked for a long time, into the depths of the forest.I thought they would also see the glowing fairy village like we did last time, but this time they didn't. It was eerily quiet all around.Only the rustling of leaves in the wind, and the faint sound of feet on wet leaves.The dense branches and leaves are intertwined and hidden in layers in front of you, and you can't see anything except the leaves. Maybe it's my illusion, I seem to hear the hooting of an owl.

They went on for a long time.I felt that D wanted to ask several times, but he didn't speak.Finally, they came to a slightly open woodland, and they could see not far ahead, a semi-subterranean cave on a soil slope hidden among a few sparse bushes. The goblin stopped. "It's here." He clapped his hands and broke the silence with a cheerful tone. D frowned. "What is this place?" he asked. "It's a cave!" The little fairy gestured in the direction of the cave entrance, "It can be seen everywhere in this land. Some of us live in caves like this. Don't look at the small cave entrance, but there is actually a lot of space inside. Pretty big."

"You should take me to my friend!" D reminded him loudly. "They are here." The little goblin replied calmly.Seeing the suspicious look on the other side's face, he added earnestly, "I didn't lie to you. The two people I met here not long ago, one was a tall man with blond hair, he was quick in movement but not very talkative ; There is also a strong and thick man with a mustache on his face, who always complains cursingly along the way, they are your friends, right?" D nodded involuntarily: "They are Karel and Barcelona." "That's it!" The little goblin clapped her hands again, "Why are you still hesitating?"

D took a step forward, took out a flint from his pocket and lit a fire, then lit a small torch and shook it at the entrance of the cave.He poked his head out, but the hole was so deep that he couldn't see anything. He called Karel and Barça by name.There was a faint intermittent echo in the cave. "What are they doing here?" he asked, frowning. "It seems to have found some important clues." The little goblin spread her hands and sighed helplessly, "Your organization has always been secretive, how could I know about you?" He spun around on one foot in place, then another.He had no shoes on his feet, and the soles of his feet were split like a goat's hoof.He continued to spin on the spot with those two toes, and when he had completed the tenth circle, D was still looking at the hole.

"I've never seen a dragon knight as timid as you!" The little goblin stopped and blew his beard angrily, "Forget it, if you don't dare to go in, I'll go in first!" He led the way, stepping into the cave with his tiny goat's hooves. D had no choice but to follow the goblin into the room. The air in the cave was damp and sticky, and filled with a vaguely fishy smell. D holds the torch with his left hand, and presses his right hand tightly on the hilt of his sword at his waist. He knows that goblins are extremely greedy race, and they do things for profit.They will never do anything that is not beneficial.And they are by no means known for their courage.If the cave was really dangerous, how could this guy walk in by himself?While thinking of this to comfort himself, he firmly grasped the hilt of his sword, and followed the goblin step by step into the depths of the cave.

The further you go into the cave, the worse the smell becomes.There seemed to be other smells behind that strange smell, such as the smell of blood, carrion, or any other dangerous smell, which he couldn't distinguish.The cave in front of him was deep and vast.He raised the torch, but he couldn't see the front and back paths, he could only vaguely see the dark grooves embedded in the surrounding walls, like some kind of mysterious passage, or a life-sized shrine, But there are no statues enshrined in it. He made the sign of the cross on his chest, silently recited the holy name of Christ Jesus, and continued to walk deep into the cave.He felt a little sticky under his feet, as if the ground had been brushed with paste.

Water was dripping from the top of my head.They wet D's shoulders and some dripped into his collar.They must be cold, because D suddenly shudders.Drops of water slid down his neck, very slowly, very slowly.It's like some kind of graceful and terrifying slow motion.The water beaded to his clothes, binding the two pieces of fabric together inside and out. He suddenly realized that it wasn't water. He raised the torch aloft, and its bright light illuminated the ceiling of the cavern.He gasped. A silver light flickered above his head.He saw criss-crossing silver threads, densely covering the entire cave like the branches outside, like sticky and thick spider threads, forming a huge web layer by layer, and nothing could escape from it.The silk thread was so dense that even a fly could not fly in, and the bright mucus dripped continuously from the part where the silk thread was connected, and slowly condensed on the ground.

"Run away..." Amidst the dripping of water drops, a faint voice suddenly came from a shrine in front right. It was a person whose whole body was entwined with silver threads, the clothes and accessories could not be seen clearly, and his face could hardly be distinguished.Because his person, and his sword, have been wrapped in layers of silver threads into a thick cocoon. "Karel?" D heard the voice, and asked in surprise, "What the hell happened here? Where's Barcelona?" Karel didn't answer him, but something caught D's eye.In another shrine, right next to Karel, was a dark mass.He flicked the torch, and saw a paste of blood and mucus clinging disgustingly to the corner of the wall like vomit.The slime soaked bones and viscera entangled in silver threads, and there was a round, half-missing object with hair that he could barely make out as a head.

The head of his companion Barca. He covered his mouth and tried his best not to spit it out.He took a deep breath, raised his head and swung his sword vigorously, trying to free Karel, who was still alive, from the silver wrap.The silver wires were slippery and tough, and he only managed to cut a few with all his strength. He swung his sword desperately.The blade was bounced from those smooth silver threads again and again, making a buzzing trembling sound, like heat waves steaming in the summer air, wave after wave, passing along the densely packed silk threads in the cave. The sound was surging, intertwined into a burst of tooth-piercing overtones, and the whole cave seemed to become a huge resonance box.

"Don't...don't care about me, hurry...run away..." Karel in the silver cocoon struggled to speak in the echo of the cave, and then his voice suddenly became hoarse. D didn't have time to turn around. The moment Karel stopped talking, a huge force hit D's back, like a huge wave at high tide, pushing him hard into another Buddhist altar opposite. The familiar fishy smell suddenly magnified tens of thousands of times and rushed into his nostrils. His sword was still in his hand, but the torch had already fallen to the ground. He struggled to turn his head in the disgusting slime.

He saw a monster. The monster was eight feet high, with two hands and two pairs of feet, a gleaming fang dripping with silvery slime, and its body covered with sharp barbs. You'll never see a guy like that in Joyfield. He is a demon.