Courtyard House: Why is my time-travel experience so shabby?

This black man transformed from a crown sculpture is nearly 2 meters tall, bald, and his exact age cannot be determined.

He is extremely strong and handsome, with facial lines that look like a sculpture cut by a knife or an axe. He is definitely one of the most handsome black men.

As he moved, the muscles on his body seemed to surge and wriggle like countless pythons. It was obvious at first glance that he contained extremely terrifying explosive power and an extremely oppressive feeling.

The cave was very deep and as dark as ink inside, with no light at all, but the black man's eyes emitted a faint dark yellow light.

Without saying a word, he walked slowly into the cave with his long legs.

"Damien, I'm talking to you! Are you fucking deaf?"

Deep in the cave, seeing that he didn't respond for a long time, Masar's tone became a little angry.

The black man named Damien still didn't say anything, but walked straight to a rough stone platform, picked up the robe hanging on it, and casually put it on.

Then he sat down on the stone platform, picked up a meerschaum pipe from the side, slowly stuffed it with tobacco, struck a match, lit it, and smoked silently.

"Damien! You are deliberately provoking me!" Marsal shouted again.

"Tsk!" Damien sneered and finally spoke.

"Martal, you'd better understand the situation."

Two streams of white smoke came out of his nostrils, and he said in a joking tone:

"Now you are seeking my protection. You are just a frightened stray dog, no longer the high and mighty Pope of the Church of Light. So, don't yell at me."

Damien spoke with an authentic London accent. His voice was unusually deep, magnetic and very pleasant to the ear, but the words he spoke were very harsh and full of sarcasm.

Just like a poisoned needle, every word hit Masar's sore spot, making him completely furious and he started cursing like a shrew.

"Damien, you dirty pig, now even you dare to humiliate me and ignore me, have you forgotten who you are?

If I hadn't rescued you from the circus, you would still be a wild dog being whipped, thrown into a ring of fire, and lying on the ground eating shit!"

Hearing his curse, the dark yellow light in Damien's eyes suddenly brightened, but it only flashed for a moment before returning to calm.

He took another sip of his pipe and said quietly:

"Yes, I was in a very bad state in the past, but now, Marsal, you have become that poor shit-eating dog, and I am saving you."

"presumptuous!"

Marsal could no longer bear it, he roared, and two whirlwinds suddenly appeared in the darkness and pierced Damien like steel spikes.

Damien still sat as steady as a rock, and even continued to hold the pipe in his hand, exhaling the smoke slowly.

He simply stretched out his empty hand, which was like a palm-leaf fan, and waved it as if to fan away a fly.

"puff!"

The two whirlwinds were instantly dispersed by his tremendous force.

However, there were only a dozen red marks on Damien's palms and arms, without a drop of blood, and his defense was not even broken.

Damien lowered his eyes and looked at his palms. With the faint light emanating from his eyes, the corners of his mouth curled up.

"Heh~ Marsar, you are really old. Has your special skill, the wind blade, become so weak now?"

He slowly exhaled a long arrow of smoke and continued to sneer:

"Martal, why don't you try your crude hypnosis again and see if you can still control me now?"

Marsal stopped talking, and the deep cave suddenly became silent, as silent as death. Only his heavy breathing could be faintly heard.

"Dangdang~"

After a while, Damien put down the pipe in his hand and tapped it lightly on the edge of the stone platform.

"Masal, he's here. With his speed, he'll find us in about two days, maybe even sooner."

"What?" Marsal screamed, and then he suddenly floated out from the depths of the cave like a ghost.

After not seeing him for a long time, Marsal's image has changed a lot.

His hair was covered in patches of baldness, his skin was sagging, his face was covered with deep wrinkles, and he was so thin that he was just a bag of bones, like a few bamboo poles holding up a robe.

At this moment, his sunken, scarlet eyes were filled with sinisterness and panic.

"He's here? How many people did he bring? Are you sure? Did you see it with your own eyes? Was he discovered? Asshole, that damn Leech guy, why didn't he tell me!"

The current Marsal no longer has the calm and composed demeanor of the former Pope of the Church of Light.

He grabbed Damien's wrist and asked a long list of questions in an irritable and neurotic tone.

Damien raised his hand to break away from Marsal, glanced at him with contempt, and said lightly:

"Yes, I saw it with my own eyes. You don't need to be so excited. He only brought one person."

Upon hearing this, Marsa heaved a sigh of relief, and his body visibly softened. At 4 versus 2, although the chances of winning were still slim, they still had a fighting chance.

Yes, at this time, there were not only Marsal and Damien in the cave, but Lori and Reborah were also there, but they didn't say a word from beginning to end.

This pair of doomed lovers came from Tunisia to reunite three days ago. They left Tianzhu on the night when Miss Hu announced that she would detonate the Big Pineapple in Code City.

Coming to find Masar and then continuing to fight with Du Weiguo was certainly not their intention, but Krishna's instruction.

In order to keep the dying Rebola alive, they have now joined the Viper Cult.

Especially Rebola, who has already formed a symbiotic relationship with the viper, and it is a very high-level viper.

If it were in the past, when the Kui Cult was at its peak, he would even be qualified to be the leader of an altar. He might also be one of the very few Kui Cult members who could become a high-level member and still maintain his human form.

Loli is a born rebellious woman who has always disregarded the rules.

Originally, they joined the Hui Sect out of helplessness. Now, the Hui Sect Pope and his elite troops were all blown to ashes by Du Weiguo's four big pineapples.

Of course she was not willing to be buried alive, but she had no choice.

After being symbiotically coexisted with the viper, Lepora was unable to disobey the orders given by Krishna. To be more precise, he was unable to disobey the worm king in his mind.

So Rebola had to come, and Lori, who was hopelessly love-brained, naturally came with him (it).

However, since they arrived in the heart of the desert and met up with Masal, they had basically no communication with him, and they also had nothing to say to Damien.

After becoming symbiotic with the viper, Rebola's "popularity" became weaker and weaker, and he spoke less and less, and even his breathing rate decreased significantly.

As for Loli, they are now in a state where they have no way to go up to heaven or enter the earth, all thanks to Masar.

She hated Marsal so much that she wanted to kill him with her own hands right away and didn't want to say a single word to him.

Hearing that Du Weiguo only brought one subordinate, Marsal calmed down a lot, but he still asked nervously.

"Who did he take? A man or a woman?"

Damien looked at him with increasing disdain. Although his tone was clearly impatient, he still answered the question:

"There's only one young man next to him, who should be of Arab and Chinese descent. His aura is very weak, so he shouldn't pose any threat." "Arab and Chinese descent? Are you sure?"

"Hmm." Damien just snorted coldly, becoming increasingly impatient.

But now Marcel no longer cared about Damien's bad attitude. He frowned and thought hard:

"There's no such person among the evil spirits? Is he a new subordinate? Or is he an external aid invited from somewhere?"

Suddenly, Marsal's cloudy eyes lit up:

"I remember now, the Brotherhood! The Brotherhood's headquarters is in Silver Crescent, and their members are mostly of mixed Arab and Chinese descent.

If it was a young man, it should be the dog nose nicknamed Sand Wolf. Yes, it was him! He wanted to find someone in the vast desert, so he could only rely on someone with a special sense of smell. "

"Hahaha~" Having said this, Marsal suddenly laughed out loud.

Sand Wolf's ability is amazing, but in a high-end game where all the players with special abilities participate, his combat power is quite weak.

If the fight really starts, the role of the Sand Wolf can be basically ignored, and it may even become a burden to Du Weiguo.

In other words, the enemy situation has suddenly become four to one, or even five to one.

On their side, there is Rebora who specializes in targeting sharpshooters, Masal who is good at mid-range attacks, Lori who controls the range, and Damien, the hidden trump card.

Marsar, who was in despair, seemed to see a glimmer of victory, which could solve the nightmare possibility of Du Weiguo once and for all.

Not only that, if Du Weiguo could be defeated, the benefits that Marsal would gain would be countless.

Rebuilding the Church of Light is of course a piece of cake, and he can once again become the Pope respected by everyone. He can even go a step further and restore the glory of the Church of Light before World War II.

Of course, if Du Weiguo had brought Miss Hu with him, Marsal would probably have to consider escaping now.

After a long time, Marsal managed to stop laughing and said viciously:

"That damned beast Sha Shen was too careless. He really thought that I, Masal, was a lost dog. Very good, this trip to the heart of the desert will be the day of his death!"

Perhaps because he was too proud of himself, Marsar forgot to continue asking Damien whether Du Weiguo had discovered him, and Damien did not mention it on his own initiative.

This guy Damien comes from a very high family.

He is the only son of the high priest of Voodoo, and he is gifted. Not only has he inherited the secrets of Voodoo, but he is also a mutant.

That’s right, Damien is a mutant, not a person with special abilities. To put it bluntly, he is not a human.

Damien's father, the voodoo high priest, is also a mutant, so he only has some human blood in his body.

And he's not the only mutant.

In fact, the monster Blood Fang that was killed by Du Weiguo before was also a mutant. After all, it also had a human form and some human characteristics.

As for how and when these strange monsters were formed, Du Weiguo had no idea.

I guess it should be the product of cross-species intercourse.

However, Damien suffered a drastic change when he was a child and was unable to regain his human form. He became a performing animal in a circus and lived an extremely miserable life.

Such experiences have made him the proud, arrogant, conceited and extreme person he is today.

Damien's current nickname is the Desert Death God. He considers himself the only god in the Sahara Desert. In his opinion, he has the power of life and death over all life in this desert.

As for Du Weiguo, this guy who also claims to be a god, he is also recognized as the number one person in the dark world.

Damien was extremely upset with him and had been looking for an opportunity to have a fight, which was the main reason why he readily agreed to Marsal's request.

Otherwise, he would have torn off Marsal's head and made it into a urinal.

At the same time, the only couple in the desert were at the campfire.

Shalang filled a lunch box with porridge and dried meat and handed it to Du Weiguo:

"Sir, the conditions in the desert are poor, so please just eat something."

This thing is cooked with something similar to oil tea noodles. Its shape and color are extremely similar to Aoli Gei, with a strong smell of mutton fat.

Although Du Weiguo was not a picky eater, he was unable to accept this thing. He raised a sealed brown paper box in his hand:

"Sand Wolf, I'm not used to this stuff. I'll just eat this and drink some water."

The brown paper box contained the compressed dry rations specially made for field marches by MI6 that Harper had prepared for him. The formula was copied from the Shashen Pills that Du Weiguo had developed himself.

Now not only the Sixth Bureau, but also the SAS Special Air Service Regiment in England, the CIA and Green Berets in Citibank, and the A Unit of the KGB have begun to imitate and improve the Shashen Pill.

"Ok."

Sand Wolf nodded and stopped refusing.

He scooped a large spoonful of the porridge and stuffed it into his mouth. He didn't know why, with his sense of smell, he could adapt to such a strong smell.

"Mr. Wesley, have you been staring at the sky since just now? Did you find anything?"

After seeing Du Weiguo throw a few evil pills into his mouth and then look up at the night sky, Shalang asked vaguely.

"Nothing." Du Weiguo shook his head, retracted his gaze, and asked casually:

"By the way, Sand Wolf, your brotherhood has a Continental Hotel in Cairo. Are you familiar with the situation in North Africa?"

"Situation? Mr. Wesley, what do you mean?"

He threw another handful of evil pills into his mouth and swallowed them without even chewing them.

"News about the dark world and the situation of people with special abilities, especially those in the Sahara Desert."

"Uh~" Sand Wolf put down the spoon, tilted his head and thought for a while, then said:

“I’ve been active in the Middle East, so I don’t know much about the situation in North Africa, but I heard about it from the shopkeeper.

There aren't many powerful people in North Africa. This area used to be the territory of those crazy people in Voodoo, but they were later wiped out by the European coalition forces and have never recovered since then."

Upon hearing this, Du Weiguo curled his lips in disgust.

To be honest, he is injured now, and he feels uncomfortable when he hears these weird things.

"That's right!" Sand Wolf suddenly thought of something.

"In recent years, I heard that there was a desert death god in North Africa. It is said that he is quite powerful, but he has been hiding in the desert. I guess he is just bragging."

"Desert Death~"

Thinking of the ridiculously large crowned eagle just now, Du Weiguo's mouth curled up slightly and he whispered to himself:

"It looks like you've found some helpers and want to beat me up. That's great. I'm not afraid of you getting help, but I'm afraid you'll keep running. This way, I can put an end to it once and for all."

Du Weiguo also saw a glimmer of hope, an opportunity to completely solve the cancer of Masar. (End of this chapter)