Immediately afterwards, Cesare smelled the familiar stench of decay, like some animal that had been dead for a week being pinned under the board of a car, a familiar smell that was so tense that he couldn't remember where it had been smelled for a moment. The strange atmosphere spread, Sandino was stunned, and Closia covered her mouth in fear, and asked in a trembling voice: "What... Below? Before Cesare could associate the succession of events, Sharma, who was pulling the cart, suddenly let out a miserable hiss. The horse's eyes were round, the mane on the horse's back was all erected, and it raised its front hooves high as if it was greatly frightened, and without giving the children time to react, it rushed out with the carriage uncontrollably, and deviated from the direction of the avenue, and rammed towards the path in the woods. Closia couldn't help but scream...... Ah, it seems that it was not Closia who screamed but Sandino, but the voice was so sharp that it was like a little girl's voice: "What's wrong! What's wrong!? What happened!? He shouted loudly, not having time to react to the sudden change in the situation. Clossia next to her just hugged Cesare tightly, her eyes closed, her body trembling constantly, and she didn't dare to make a sound. The huge horse, which did not care at all about the children's feelings, seemed to have infinite strength, and carried the cart aimlessly in fear, the tail of which slammed into the trees in constant flicking, and soon became looser and looser, and the metal parts on it were scattered all the way. Despite all his strength in holding on to the reins, Cesare was unable to control an out-of-control Shire horse, and the horse wailed as if it were escaping death, and Cesare struggled to keep his balance and staggered forward to see what the majestic horse had been frightened by. Cesare then saw a terrible scratch on the horse's hind leg, like the claws of some beast, not very deep, but of a terrifying length and width. Bubbles of black blood seeped out from the inside of the flesh wound, as if it had been infected in some terrible way, and the scar was just right enough to not destroy the horse's muscles to keep it running, but it hurt enough to make the horse lose control, as if it were ...... It was deliberately taken off the road in this way. The army just now seemed to be aware of Cesare's anomaly here, and in the sky behind them, a dazzling red light rose from the surface, and the magical power contained in it almost caused the surrounding rain to flow backwards, and when the light reached the apex of the sky, it split and spread like a beautiful firework in all directions, and it was like a liquid converging into a fixed shape in a mold, and finally formed a huge, overwhelming red eye, and stared at the direction of Cesare's out-of-control carriage. "What's that!?" Sandino cried out as he looked at the vision of the sky. "It's the cardinal's magic...... Apparently with the army, the situation is probably much worse than imagined. Cesare was also unusually nervous. "How bad is it?" Sandino protected his head from being scraped by the branches, and asked as if he were crying as if pleading, "Are we going to die!?" Cesare did not respond, he was desperately trying to make sense of what was happening, he was convinced that something was quietly lying under the floor of the carriage at this moment, it was scratching the horses to make the carriage lose control, and they were now the fish on the board. Maybe... Those soldiers did not march for the purpose of fighting at all, but simply to deal with what was under their carts, but when did they let the things under them get into the carts...... A cold sweat broke out on Cesare's head, and he remembered the carriage that was pulling the antique furniture in the wrong way, and suddenly he understood why he was surprised to see the coachman on it, because the coachman had not hidden his arm under his cloak at all, but had been torn off by something. The surrounding woods were getting denser and thicker, and they were no longer suitable for carriages, and the trees on both sides kept scraping against the guards of the vehicles with a loud and terrible grinding sound, crashing sounds, and the loss of control of the horses was far from over. There was more than one misfortune, the planks on the soles of Cesare's feet made a cracking sound, and he swallowed as he tugged at the reins, and Cesare knew that it was the things underneath that finally couldn't hold it anymore. I've ever heard the screeching sound of slender fingers scratching at wood, from the initial tentative scratching to the frantic tearing, so that there is the sound of sharp teeth gnawing. Cesare, who had no longer bothered with the useless reins, turned sideways and hugged Closia tightly in his arms, then shouted at Sandino: "Jump! Jump! "Ahh Sandino didn't have much time to think, and without much hesitation in his trust in Cesare, he jumped towards the outside of the carriage, only to hear a clang, not knowing what the fate would be. Back on Cesare's side, Cesare held Clostia and leaned out of the car with his back on the outside, although the speed of the carriage had slowed down a lot due to the influence of the woods, but the inertia still threw Cesare and Clostia away. Cesare tightly guarded his sister, pressed his jaw against the top of Closia's head, and used his back and arms to withstand more impacts, countless branches and thorns cut through his Cesare's skin, the gravel on the ground cut his clothes and embedded directly in the flesh, and the moment his head slammed into a thick tree trunk, Cesare only felt that his eyes were suddenly dark, and his consciousness was almost stripped out of his body, and his eyes seemed to be able to see the top of his head. "Brother! Elder brother... Brother, wake up!As the confusion gradually regained consciousness, the first light that came to her eyes was Closia's tear-filled face, and she knelt in front of Cesare, shaking Cesare's body constantly, tears sliding down her lovely cheeks, her skin looking soft with sadness, her face becoming lovely with tears, although there were more dirt and tiny scratches on it, but in Cesare's eyes, there was nothing more beautiful than his sister. Cesare instinctively wanted to wipe the tears from his sister's eyes, but the danger was not over, and their carriage was overturned not far ahead, and the shire horse named "Dog" fell in a pool of blood, his muscles twitched twice, and his eyes gradually lost their brilliance. Cesare saw that just behind the overturned carriage, a human arm with twisted joints slowly stretched out, and then along the edge of the carriage, a humanoid face slowly revealed its face, its face bulging forward like a canine, black mycelium crawling all over the dead man's pale skin, and the cracked corners of its mouth extending backwards to the base of the ear. It looks like a laugh or a cry, the position of the nose is a rotten hollow, and the eyes retain the pupils of humans, but the black and viscous blood is constantly oozing outward, the liquid is pungent and unpleasant, and the smell of decay of the dead thing can be dizzy from a long distance. At that moment, Cesare was frightened, and even more shocked that he finally remembered where the familiar smell had appeared, the smell and color of the monster's blood, almost the same as the magic circle ink needed for the mechanical heart. If the mechanical heart is a product of the Hunyadi family...... Isn't this monster the same? Terrible thoughts took over Cesare's thoughts, and it was the monster itself that interrupted his thoughts, only to see the thing's ugly head slowly bent to one side, as if observing Cesare and Closia, and finally the whole face turned upside down, and the monster's pupils suddenly erected, like a warning before the beast launched a surprise attack. "Klosia, be careful!" Cesare struggled to overcome his fears and called out his sister's name. Just as Closia heard her brother's reminder and looked back, the monster behind the carriage twisted wildly at an angle beyond the reach of human joints, bending its body like some kind of curious reptilian creature in the state of human limbs, flipping its rotten wrists and ankles, and from a distance it looked like a huge lizard. And in the next second, the thing crawled in front of the two of them at high speed in an action posture that normal people could not understand. Closia was frightened, her slightly open mouth kept shaking, her eyes wide open as the approaching monster lost its gathering point, and wanted to escape, but her body was uncontrollably stiffened in place. Seeing that the monster's bloody jaw was about to pounce, Cesare suddenly supported the ground with his arms to get up and protect his sister, but the pain in his limbs made it difficult for him to move flexibly. In desperation, Cesare pulled out of his body clinging to the ground, sent them to his fingers as fast as he could, and then shot out at the monster's jaws. The powerful magic spell hit the monster's body accurately, but it only forced it to close its mouth and raise its head at the impact, without the assistance of a professional guide wand, the destructive power of magic could not achieve the best effect. The monster did not give up its attack because of the attack, and its mouth seemed to emit a human voice, like a resentful roar of the name "Cesare", and its claws wrapped in pitch-black mycelium bypassed Closia's body and went straight to Cesare's heart. Just a second before there was no escape, Cesare tried his best to escape? Counterattack? Or is it magic that works? The answer was that it was too late, he had never faced such an enemy head-on, and the pain in his body and the fear of the unknown could no longer react to the apparently fatal injury, and in the end, Cesare gave up. He realized that he was about to die, that his faith in the Lord had never been as strong in his life as he was now, that if heaven existed, he would be reunited with his mother, Cesare thought, but what should Closia do...... Who will come to her rescue? The dilated pupils also symbolized the dissipation of hope, Cesare watched as the terrible face that was about to kill him gradually became clear as the distance got closer and closer, the wriggling mycelium wrapped in a white and deformed face, like the face of a dead man who had been beaten and torn, and the funny thing was that this slightly chubby dead face Cesare seemed to know, like an acquaintance he knew in his memory...... "Uncle Garber?" Is that you?”

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