Without giving Ning Feng any time to hesitate, their bodies quickly fell and landed on one of the red spots.
The two of them appeared in a deserted secret room. There was nothing else in the room except the altar they had seen before.
Only a second passed, and then the field of view changed again.
In the Gothic-style ballroom, young people dressed in different styles are shaking their hair and dancing, and the altar is inconspicuous among all kinds of dark graffiti.
The next moment, it changes again.
In the attic covered with cobwebs, the altar was covered in dust.
again.
In the dilapidated abandoned church on the cliff, the altar replaced the place where the gods were placed, and the moonlight just fell on it from the hole in the dome.
again.
The speed is getting faster and faster, and the picture is getting blurry.
…
finally.
Ning Feng saw a familiar scene, an abandoned kitchen and a wizened man who was unconscious and convulsing.
He returned to the room where he started.
"…………"
Squinting his eyes slightly, Ning Feng surprisingly did not feel confusion or dizziness, as if his brain was strong enough to withstand the pain of this change.
Or maybe it's not him who bears all this.
He is just a bystander.
Others bear the price.
The altar at his feet, the ritual altar that took Fu Yong countless efforts (physical level), was completely shattered.
I wonder if Fu Yong would shed a few tears when he woke up and saw it.
But Ning Feng didn't care at all.
He has more important things to think about now!
"What if, tut!"
If things are really as speculated, then the situation is more serious than he imagined.
No, you can't mess up your position.
Taking a deep breath, Ning Feng calmed down at this moment.
The scenes just now unfolded in front of my eyes, and the scenes in my memory began to play back continuously.
"The number of altars seems to be uncountable, but when I counted them in the scene just now, there are only 96."
"and……"
Before he fell into consciousness, the last scene seemed a little different.
The distribution of those red dots seems to have a certain pattern!
If you throw away the others and connect all the red dots representing the 96 altars...
"You are right~"
A relaxing voice rang in her ears, and Arianna silently landed on Ning Feng's shoulder, admiring his thoughtful expression.
"One altar is nothing, ten altars are nothing, even hundreds of individual altars are nothing."
"but……"
"What if they don't exist independently?"
Including the 3 that were directly destroyed, a total of 99 altars were connected to form a brand new altar...
A huge altar that surrounds the entire central area!
"If an altar with a diameter of two meters cannot affect the gods, what about a very large altar that covers the entire city and can serve hundreds of thousands of people as sacrifices?"
Things are serious...
"Hmm, huh~ It's a good idea, it's quite interesting."
Different from Ning Feng's serious mood, Arianna only felt interesting, and was amused by the little guy who made this ingenious idea.
"...Ariana, what will happen if we don't stop it?"
There was no immediate reply. The black cat surprisingly thought for a moment, put his tail in his mouth and bit it.
After a while, she said uncertainly:
"I'm not sure, but I do feel that there is a certain possibility of success, which is very slim."
"It's just that I don't think the little guy behind the scenes can achieve his vision. The realm of gods is full of many things they can't think of."
"The final result is likely to be contrary to what he expected~"
Then, she showed Ning Feng's familiar playful smile and patted Ning Feng's head.
"So, are we going to stop them?"
Do you want to come out to save everything like a hero who turns the tide?
"If you leave now, it's still too late! Ah, although I really want to see what the outcome will be like, but if you want to leave, I won't stop you!"
Ning Feng turned his head and looked at the black cat without answering.
Instead, he asked directly:
"How to do?"
The smile became brighter. Black Cat gently stroked Ning Feng's cheek with its flesh pad and asked again:
"It's hard to be a hero! You will face incomprehension, suffer pain, and face great sadness."
"Even so, do you still want to do it?"
Ning Feng's expression did not change and he asked again:
"So, what to do?"
This is where he grew up.
If he escapes at this time.
Then he is no longer Ning Feng.
What's more, although this black cat is usually very unreliable, he usually takes pleasure in being a poor Xiu Gou himself.
But when she showed that playful smile, Ning Feng felt shamefully relieved...
After all, so far, she has not made a mistake once!
And there is...
if you can.
Who doesn’t want to be a hero?
…
…
The dilapidated church that had appeared in Ning Feng's eyes stood on the cliff by the sea, looking particularly desolate under the bright moonlight.
A tall, thin hooded figure appeared out of thin air in the open space in front of the church.
The strong sea breeze blew by, trying to blow this thin figure under the cliff and smash it to pieces.
Although he looked extremely weak, every step he took was extremely steady. Only the skirt of his clothes was blown by the wind, but his body never swayed.
Walking slowly, he passed through the half-broken door, passed through the decayed benches, and walked straight towards the altar.
But when he reached the altar, he did not stop or avoid it.
Instead, he walked straight over.
He walked over it without a care.
Without the slightest piety or respect.
Finally, the steps stopped, and the hooded man stood in front of a gorgeous pipe organ decorated with several angel statues.
However, these angels with white wings are somewhat different from those commonly seen.
But without exception, they lost their heads.
It makes the hymn instruments that should exude a holy atmosphere appear strange.
The hooded man raised his head and glanced over each headless angel, admiring this evil organ that surprisingly had not been dismantled and sold for scrap metal.
After standing there for a long time, he lowered his head and pressed a key on the keyboard with his skinny fingers.
He spoke for the first time and said:
"Let this festival be dedicated to you..."
The voice full of fanaticism echoed in the empty church, becoming increasingly crazy in the dry sound coming from the organ!
He raised his hands high, held up the book, and let the hood on his head slide down, revealing his long, dry hair that looked pale in the moonlight.
Shout aloud:
"let's start!"
…
…
"Um?"
Complaining that the screen went black, Shirin expressed her contempt for the surveillance system of the Bincheng Watch Club.
"Strange, what's going on? Is it always intermittent?"
Shilin expressed strong dissatisfaction with the fact that Ning Feng's surveillance footage failed again.
Could it be that because you don't care about things, the equipment below is already lagging behind?
It shouldn’t be!
As for Shilin now taking over Ning Feng's monitoring rights with the highest authority of the Bincheng branch, this behavior can be called voyeurism...
No other meaning!
"Or is there something special on his body that will affect the monitoring system? Hmm... is it a secret pattern?"
She just wanted to see how effective the secret pattern she had carved was, and see if there was anything that could be improved!
After all, actual combat is the only criterion for testing experimental results.
real!
"Oh, what else could I do? How could I pay attention to a young man..."
!!?
The shame on her face disappeared, Shireen changed her expression in an instant, disappeared from the room the next moment, and appeared directly on the top floor of the Watch Club.
She looked at the sky, with strong shock in her eyes!