The green-robed god roared, and slammed the wooden staff on the ground. With a crisp "click" sound, the bluestone floor instantly cracked open numerous cracks, and dense thorn vines came out of the cracks. Each vine was equipped with pitch black spikes, wrapping around Bai Haorui like poisonous snakes spitting messages. The vines have corrosive power and can melt through steel if touched.
Bai Haorui's steps moved slightly, his feet stepped on Seven Stars Gang Steps, and his figure shuttled through the gaps in the vines like a fish.
His movements didn't look fast, but he could always avoid the sharp spikes, and he was just right. He could have killed the opponent with one move, but then he thought about it, Odin said it was a gamble - the stronger he showed, the more difficult it would be for the god who would end up later. It was better to hide his clumsiness first and pretend to be a pig to eat the tiger.
Thinking of this, he deliberately slowed down and retracted his left arm a moment too late. The spiky vines brushed against his arm, leaving a three-inch-long shallow cut. Blood seeped out instantly, dyeing the cuffs of the black sportswear red. Bai Haorui staggered a bit, pretending to be weak internally, gritting his teeth and blushing as he pushed the mahogany sword forward indiscriminately.
Purple-gold Three Altars True Fire spread along the sword body, and with a "pop" sound, it pierced the chest of the green-robed god.
"Ah--!"
The green-robed god let out a shrill scream, and his body instantly turned into a green light that filled the sky and disappeared, leaving only a green godhead the size of a dove egg, suspended in the air, glowing with a faint light.
Bai Haorui was half-kneeling on the ground, holding his mahogany sword and gasping for air, looking miserable.
In fact, with a slight suction of his fingertips, the godhead quietly fell into his palm.
Using the cover of his body, he lifted up Three Altars Body-Refining True Fire, and purple-gold flames burst out from his fingertips, wrapping around the godhead and refining it quickly.
A gentle but mixed Power of Faith flowed into the Dantian along the meridians. The originally stagnant and damaged meridians were gently nourished and widened. The sluggish True Gang instantly became much smoother, and even the stinging pain deep in the Dantian became a little lighter.
Useful.
Bai Haorui felt happy in his heart, but it didn't show on his face at all. Instead, he coughed twice, and his face became even whiter. He looked like he was running out of gas and relying solely on his willpower to hold on.
The gods who were watching burst into laughter, obviously thinking that this human being only had this little ability and that winning was all about luck.
"This little ability? I thought you were so powerful."
"I'll come, I'll come! If I win, I'll bring over Odin's crow feather!"
Another black shadow rushed into the field and fell to the ground silently.
He is a little guardian god Egypt with the head of a cat. He is covered with short black hair, and his claws are shining with a cold blue light. He is poisonous at first glance, and his movements are as agile as lightning.
Bai Haorui A glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, and he tightened his grip on the mahogany sword. Still looking shaky, he held the sword and faced it.
Just as Bai Haorui was gritting his teeth in the alien space and secretly accumulating strength, Winchester Brothers in the hotel cafeteria also noticed that something was getting more and more wrong.
Dean carried the plate around the dining table. The pies in the dessert area were neatly stacked, with cherry, chocolate, and apple flavors all available. The sweet smell penetrated straight into the nose.
Normally, his eyes would be bright and he would throw away his arms and eat a lot, but now he is worried about the disappearance of Bai Haorui, and he can't work up his appetite at all.
He picked two pieces of pie at random, and when he turned around, he saw a woman sitting by the window.
It was a dark-skinned woman, wearing a burgundy suspender dress, with smooth and neat lines on her exposed shoulders and neck, and her honey-colored skin glowed softly under the light. She had extremely gorgeous facial features, sharp eyebrows, and raised eyes, but her eyes were as cold as a poisoned knife, and she was staring straight at Dean with undisguised hostility and scrutiny.
This is the consort of Kali, India's three major gods, Shiva, the goddess of destruction and time, also known as the "Black Goddess", who is in charge of death, destruction and rebirth. She is powerful and is the first echelon of the old gods. She has a strong and proud personality, can't get rid of the sand in her eyes, and has a strong desire to protect her beliefs and the world.
In this gathering of gods, she is the toughest fighter, and would rather be broken than destroyed.
Dean habitually put on a cynical smile and walked over with a plate in hand to talk, "Hi, alone?"
The woman didn't even raise her head, her voice was as cold as ice. "No."
"I just..."
"No." Kali raised his eyes sharply, his eyes as sharp as knives, and interrupted him directly, "I know what you want to do. No."
Dean was not annoyed at all but shrugged and left.
But I secretly murmured to myself that this woman has a strong aura and is definitely the top figure among these old gods.
He sat down opposite Sam with a plate and pushed a piece of chocolate pie over. Seeing Sam frowning with a bitter look on his face, he sighed, "Okay, stop being so sullen and eat something. There will definitely be a fight later, can you do this?"
"Also, how many hours did you sleep this week? Three hours? Four hours?" Dean put down the fork and looked at Sam's blue eye bags.
Sam was silent for a few seconds, and finally picked up the fork. He knew that Dean was right, but when he calmed down, he couldn't help but think - Bai Haorui was alone in a different space, with serious injuries, facing a group of gods, would something happen?
The more he thought about it, the more anxious he became, and his fingertips holding the fork became slightly tight.
Dean was eating pie, his eyes swept over the other residents in the restaurant calmly, and the smile at the corner of his mouth slowly faded.
These people are too quiet.
More than a dozen people were sitting in the restaurant, eating, drinking, and cutting steaks. Their movements were mechanical and regular, but there was no sound of chewing or talking, like a group of puppets on strings.
Just as he was about to tell Sam about this, he saw a newlywed couple walking by, kissing each other stickyly, and walking towards the guest room as if no one else was around.
"Oh, look." Dean bumped Sam's arm and deliberately changed the subject in a relaxed tone.
"Are you childish?" Sam rolled his eyes, but a very faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, but it quickly fell back.
At this moment, a loud "dong" sound came from the direction of the guest room next door, like a heavy object hitting the wall, followed by a short laugh from a woman, and then there was no sound for an instant.
The two brothers looked at each other and immediately stood up and walked out.
Dean and Sam quickly walked to the door of the couple's room. Dean knocked on the door twice, but no one answered.
He turned the doorknob and found it unlocked.
Pushing open the door and going in, the room was empty, the bed was messy, the pillows were tilted to one side, and a corner of the quilt was lifted, still retaining the warmth of the human body. The windows were closed tightly, and the locks were fastened, and there was not even a human figure. There was still a sweet smell of perfume in the air, and there was a faint smell of blood hidden underneath.
"Is there anyone there?" Sam took two steps inside and brushed the sheets with his fingertips. The residual warmth on the cloth was obvious. It didn't take long for the person to disappear. He squatted down and checked the ground. There were no drag marks on the carpet and no footprints on the window sill. It didn't look like someone escaped through the window.
Dean bent down and picked up a diamond ring from the carpet, with a platinum ring setting, the diamonds on it still shining, and the ring with a little body heat.
His brows furrowed into a frown.
Both of them felt their hearts sink.
"Let's go and settle the score with the guy at the front desk." Dean put the ring into his pocket, his face ashen.
As soon as I reached the corner of the corridor, I met Castiel. Cass, who was rushing over. His face was not very good. When he saw them, he immediately lowered his voice. "Something is wrong in the kitchen. The smell of blood is very strong, like a slaughterhouse. I also felt the breath of many living people, who were locked in the cold storage, at least seven or eight people."
"It is indeed a black shop." Dean gritted his teeth, "Let's go to the front desk first and ask that guy."
The three of them walked quickly to the front desk of the lobby. Mercury still had the same standard professional smile, even the curvature of the corners of his mouth had not changed. When he saw them coming over, he immediately smiled and asked, "Do you guys need any help?"
"The couple next door is the couple on their honeymoon. Have you seen them?" Dean asked, staring intently at Mercury's face, trying to find some flaw in his expression.
"Couple?" Mercury lowered his head and typed on the computer keyboard, raised his head and smiled appropriately, "They checked out. Is there any problem?"
"Checked out?" Sam raised his voice, "Just now? A few minutes ago?"
"Yeah, a few minutes ago."
Dean sneered, slapped the diamond ring on the table, and said in a scrutinizing tone, "A bride on her honeymoon will leave her wedding ring behind when she leaves?"
The smile on Mercury's face was not messed up at all. He picked up the ring and put it in the drawer. His tone was as natural as if he was really dealing with the lost property. "Oh, what an accident. I will put it in the lost and found place, don't worry. Is there anything else you need help with?"
There is no oil or salt in it, it is pretending to be more like the real thing.
Dean suppressed his anger, pulled Sam and Cass and turned around to leave.
After walking a few steps away, Sam lowered his voice. "That's too wrong. He's incredibly fast. He must be Rome god Mercury, who specializes in these dirty jobs of sneaking around and delivering messages. He must be the one who took our blood samples."
"I think it's him." Dean said with a gloomy face, "Continue to investigate separately. I'll go to other floors of the hotel to find the entrance to the different space; Sam you keep an eye on this kid and see where he goes and who he contacts; Cass you go to the back kitchen cold storage, first check how the hostages are inside, and find a way to rescue them. Pay attention to safety, if anything goes wrong, evacuate."
The three of them nodded and immediately dispersed. Sam followed Mercury deep into the corridor, Dean went to explore the guest room area on the other side, and Castiel turned around and headed towards the kitchen.
Sam followed Mercury around the corner of the corridor. As soon as he stepped forward, the figure in front of him flashed. The person who was just a few steps ahead disappeared in an instant.
The corridor was empty, and the doors on both sides were closed tightly. There was no sound at all, and it was eerily quiet. Sam felt nervous. Just as he was about to take out his gun, a sharp pain suddenly came from the back of his neck, as if he had been lightly scratched by a very thin blade.
He turned around suddenly, but there was no one behind him. He raised his hand and touched the back of his neck, and there was a little warm blood on his fingertips.
The wind blew out from the vents, carrying a faint smell of blood, as well as a very faint fluctuation of divine power.
Sam's face darkened - the other party acted very quickly and took his blood sample, and he didn't even see the shadow of the other party.
Just like Dean, their blood was taken away. It must be for the purpose of placing a blood curse to bind or control them.
Sam's heart skipped a beat and he didn't dare to stay alone anymore. He immediately turned around and walked back, wanting to find Dean.
On the other side, Dean was walking slowly along the corridor with an EMF detector. The instrument kept beeping, and the values fluctuated high and low, indicating that the entire building was shrouded in divine power.
When he reached a room with a door ajar, he accidentally glanced in and stopped suddenly.
There was actually an elephant standing in the room, with gray skin and a long trunk swinging around, slowly circling in the room.
Dean blinked, and he leaned over to get a better look. The door opened with a bang, and a sturdy black man wrapped in a bath towel stood at the door. He was as big as a hill, staring at him fiercely, and yelled, "What are you looking at? I've never seen anyone take a bath?"
After saying that, he slammed the door with a bang, causing the wall to fall into pieces.
Dean was stunned on the spot and didn't come back to his senses for a long time.
He cursed in his mind, what the hell, these are all ghosts and monsters, none of them are normal.
He didn't dare to stay longer and quickly turned around to find Sam.
While the two brothers were encountering strange things in the corridor, Bai Haorui had won six games in a row in the arena of different dimensions.
The six minor gods are from different god systems - the woodland god of Celtic, the patron cat god of Egypt, the branch god of Japan Inari Shrine, the mountain spirit of Americas, and two small house gods. Each one is slightly stronger than the other, but none of them exceeds the average-to-lower level.
Bai Haorui played "dangerously" in every game, and "almost" died several times. He had seven or eight small wounds of varying depths on his body, and his clothes were torn to pieces and stained with blood and dust. He looked miserable, as if he was about to collapse in the next second.
But in fact, he accurately controls the rhythm of every game, neither losing nor winning too easily, perfectly playing the role of "a mortal monk who relies on willpower to hold on".
Every time he won a game, he would accept the opponent's godhead, and while the gods were laughing and breathing, he would secretly refine it with Three Altars True Fire.
In the belly of the six mixed gods, the Power of Faith inside was purified and tempered by the purple-gold True Fire, turning into pure True Gang and blended into the Dantian.
The originally damaged meridians have been completely repaired, the True Gang in the Dantian is getting thicker and thicker, and the Middle Stage of Refining Qi into Gang barriers are showing signs of loosening.
When the horn sounded for the opening of the seventh game, a ray of yellow light fell from the sky and hit the arena with a bang, causing the ground to tremble.
The person who came was a god with the head of an elephant and a human body. He had a strong build, rough and thick earth-yellow skin, and two white ivory tusks shining with a warm light. He was holding a King Kong pestle in his hand. It was heavy and had amazing strength at first glance.
This is the attendant of the elephant-headed god Ganesha and the little leader of the India god system. His strength is much stronger than the previous six little gods. His divine power is solid and he has reached the threshold of an intermediate god.
"Mortal, if you can hold on until now, you have some ability." The elephant-headed god spoke angrily, his voice like muffled thunder, "But that's the end of it."
Before he finished speaking, he picked up the King Kong pestle and smashed it over.
The pestle made a sound of breaking wind. Before it even hit the ground, the strong wind made people's breathing stagnate, and the bluestone slabs on the ground cracked into fine lines.
Bai Haorui felt a shiver in his heart. This move was too powerful to be blocked forcefully. He stepped on Seven Stars Gang Steps, his body moved erratically to the side, barely able to avoid the frontal blast of the King Kong pestle. With a loud "thud" sound, the King Kong pestle hit the ground hard, creating a large pit half a meter deep. The gravel and dust flew away, and the hem of Bai Haorui's clothes was swept by the strong wind and made a sound.
The elephant-headed god missed his blow, roared, and swung his thick elephant trunk, like a steel whip mixed with iron, and whipped it towards Bai Haorui's waist with the sound of whistling wind. Bai Haorui ducked and dodged, Taomu The sword carried the purple-gold Three Altars True Fire towards the elephant's trunk, and True Fire brushed the tip of the elephant's trunk. It was so hot that the elephant-headed god hissed, quickly retracted his trunk, and hit the ground hard, creating a shallow crater.