It took all night for the eerie movements to stop.
The next morning, the guest room, with the door and windows wide open, was full of clutter, with things dumped all over the floor and gathered horizontally around the bed.
Eleazar, sitting up, looked faintly at the female corpse that was leaning against the corner, looking straight at him.
Without the holy water, this thing would have been crawling in their midst last night.
"Ooohhhh~" Evelea sat up lazily as well, yawning as she stretched with immense satisfaction.
"Good morning, Mr. Prince~"
"Get up."
Getting out of bed, he kicked the female corpse back into the cave wall, quickly washed up, and then just checked out and left.
Nobody cares about them at all.
The woman at the front desk of the inn, sitting drowsily at the counter, her consciousness so muddled that she didn't even know the guests were gone.
"Well, it's been affected."
Eleazar withdrew his gaze and led the witch out of the street outside.
The town was dead silent, except for them empty, surrounded by the characteristic morning fog of the mountains, the unswept ground and the messy garbage left over from yesterday, the waste newspaper was rolled up by the wind, the sunlight was blocked by the fog, the light was dark and gloomy, revealing the cold and depression everywhere.
"Wow, how many levels of cursed objects is this?" Evelea let out an exclamation.
Eleazar pondered silently, "To be able to affect such a large area, it's at least third order or higher, and this power that makes people go crazy with fear feels a bit familiar to me, it could be something related to evil gods again ....."
"What then?"
Evelea looked up at him.
"Let's take a look first, if it's related to the main god, we'll run straight away, but if it's just the familiars, then we can still try."
"Then be careful oh, you can't get contaminated again, there's nothing more we can do."
"Uh-huh!"
Eleazar clenched her hand a little.
It had been a long time since that unknown evil god taint in his mind had erupted, but he would never forget the pain of having his mind dominated.
...
The two men took a cautious turn around the town first.
"Well, there isn't a sane person here anymore."
It was as if time had been suspended in Emerald Town, and people retained yesterday's behavior with a muddled consciousness.
No useful clues were found outside, and they were going to check out the town's administrators.
Having managed to find the mayor's address, Eleazar kicked in the yard door and led the witch inside quickly.
Inside the enclosure, a large, two-story, peaked-roofed house, next to a low utility room, with a garden on the other side, stood a servant, as unresponsive as a log, carrying in his hand a watering can that had long since been emptied, and making muddled motions of watering.
Eleazar senses the anomalies around him and slowly pushes open the door to the house.
A wooden-floored corridor comes into view, with rows of portraits from the exhibition hanging on either side of the walls.
Suddenly, they turned their heads with a swish and looked at the door in unison.
Eleazar shook the witch who tensed a bit beside him and stepped into the house.
"Crunch~"
The two stepped gingerly onto the wooden floor.
"Boo!"
As they entered, the door to the room behind them suddenly slammed hard.
Taking the arm at her side, the witch looked back.
"Gone."
Just as soon as she turned around, Eleazar's voice suddenly came from far ahead.
Witch:?
And whose hand am I grasping now?
Hands subconsciously loosening, she twisted her head back in a flash of lightening, only to find Eleazar looking back strangely as well.
"What are you doing?"
"I ... seemed to be hallucinating just now."
Sensing the location of the Thread of Destiny, Evelea hastened to reclaim his arm again.
"Damn it, that thing is trying to make me suspicious!"
"Questioned, shaken, terrified, broken, mad, dominated..."
Eleazar silently senses his surroundings and says warily, "Surely something related to the evil gods, watch out, we may have to flee."
The corridor of more than ten meters seemed to lead to an unknown abyss, causing the two to tense up.
"Vomit!"
The witch suddenly leaned over and covered her mouth as if she wanted to vomit something up, but her hands quickly pulled out a Firetunnel and shot herself in the head.
"Boom..."
The gunshot echoed loudly in the hallway.
And Eleazar, who stood beside her, was so disoriented that he didn't even react to being splattered with blood.
In the hall to the left of the corridor, a group of people sitting around a table were eyeballing him.
Space rippled with invisible ripples, and the two distinctly different contaminating forces fought against each other for a moment...
The bodies of those at the table exploded on the spot.
Eleazar tilts his head back at the same time, and the empty island in mental space shakes violently.
The level of contamination in his body was clearly higher than these people's!
The whole house seemed to shake.
"Vomit!"
Eleazar covers his head and leans down to spit out a cloud of eyeballs and tentacles.
It was a sudden mutation of the transcendental activity in the body that was rejected.
Coughing up a few more mouthfuls of inky black blood, Eleazar wipes his mouth and slowly stands up straight.
"Boo!"
There was a gunshot from behind her, and the door to the closed room was shot open by the reborn witch outside, who kicked the door open and shouted anxiously:
"Mr. Prince, are we leaving?"
"No, I know what it is."
The body was becoming a bit empty, but with that silent resistance just now, Eleazar had gotten a feel for his opponent.
"It's just a high-ranking familiars who awakened from a cursed object."
Eleazar turned back to the witch and asked, "Do you have the mind vision ability?"
"No... What's wrong?"
"This Evil God Favors, with its high rank, already has the characteristic of not being able to see straight, if you were slower to kill yourself just now, you might have to be contaminated."
"I'm okay with it, big deal, what about you?"
Evelea came quickly to his side, carefully collecting her eyes.
Eleazar said lightly, "My contamination is of a higher order than my opponent's."
Maybe, this is a blessing and a curse?
Fighting pollution with pollution.
The witch looked at her toes, "Where is that thing now?"
"Upstairs!"
Taking advantage of the confrontation he'd just had, Eleazar not only probed the realities, but also discovered the location of the hide.
But when they carefully walked up and kicked open the mayor's study, they found it empty and devoid of anything suspicious.
Opening his senses and sweeping around, the dissimilarity he had just sensed downstairs was gone.
It got away ...
Perhaps sensing the presence of something of a higher order?
"Look outside!"
Evelea pulled him back in a hurry, pointing quickly out the window.
Eleazar quickly craned his head around, eyes narrowing, before walking back over to the window and sucking in a breath of cold air.
On the town where the mists slowly dispersed, uncountable residents slowly walked out, their expressions stagnant and their movements stiff, slowly closing in and merging towards the mayor who was holding up a bizarre statue, and finally became indistinguishable from each other.
Mortals offer their bodies to be molded for Him.