We are barely on the same starting line. Why can a newbie Master of Mystery be so arrogant?
The power of the goddess of the night lingers around Vivian, causing shadows to cover her face. This is a very convenient ability that can well conceal the rising anger in her heart.
As an extremely good punisher, she quickly controlled her emotions and did not explode in front of Juan.
But the seeds have been planted.
No why.
Genius is always proud!
When a bunch of geniuses come together, either you tear my pride to pieces, or I trample on your dignity.
If there is no winner or loser, there will be no one who obeys whom.
While Mark, Vivian and other people who are destined to be involved in the blood moon are silently preparing, the fat cat boss [Always Got What You Want] is jumping up and down in a real sense.
Don't look at it as a burden that will fall flat on the ground at any time, but at certain times, it will be particularly flexible.
For example, when you take out private money from the hidden places between the beams and bricks.
The old clerk was stunned.
There is a table spread out in front of you, which contains not only the most commonly used Lite Dollars, but also coupons from various factions. For example, you can exchange for a large number of mysterious coupons for special resources at the Temple of Knowledge.
"Boss, are you going all-in?"
"Hmph! I suffered a big loss last time during the blood moon. This time I have inside information. I will make it back no matter what."
"That……"
"Be smart, find more people to attack, spread your bets over three days, and go all-in on the lawful camp."
The old man was stunned for a moment: "You think so highly of him?"
"Nonsense! A monster who can perform a spiritual summoning ritual to attract a bastard devil general to his death, and then turn around and be traced by more than a dozen orthodox churches and still have no trouble. If I don't press him, who will I press? When I was selling things before, I didn't dare
Make money for him and little Margaret."
"Boss, do you want to suppress the lawful camp? Isn't it specific to a single camp?"
It's like using three dice to bet on big or small. The odds of buying big or small will never be better than a single point.
Sha Mao thought for a while and gave up: "That kid himself is outrageous. Most occultists are absolutely neutral, but that kid's unscrupulous operation for power is a lawful evil approach. But in general, he tends to do things
Kind, I don’t know what camp he will be classified into in the end, anyway, this proves..."
"Prove what?"
"He has a flexible moral bottom line! Unless he is very unlucky, this kind of guy can usually live a good life."
"..."
September 10th was a very ordinary day in the eyes of the people of the Wright Empire.
If there are no accidents, tomorrow's Imperial Daily News will define today as "no major incident" after a lot of nonsense.
In a pirate stronghold, a brutal fight broke out.
A scarred man like an iron tower stood among hundreds of pirate corpses, shouting loudly, declaring his final victory.
He tore off the pirate leader's head and placed it in front of the graves of his wife and fellow villagers.
He gulped down the fine wine he snatched from the pirates' den, ate the fragrant barbecue, sang heroic songs, but shed tears and cried, and he fell asleep...
In the cellar of a mountain castle, a handsome and evil man threatened the wives and daughters of two knights of light, forcing the brothers to fight with swords. In the end, he brutally killed the two wives in front of the victor.
The woman was killed on the spot, driving the knight crazy...
A small valley not marked on the map, 80 kilometers north of San Casaao, is filled with a terrifying green miasma.
A mother was crying, holding her one-year-old child. She was completely unaware that the magic circle under her body was working, fusing her and her child's souls together. She was even less aware that they had already
Dead for a hundred years...
As the night gets darker, Mark is doing final inspections inside the "Mechanical Ascension".
If I had to say I brought something extra, it would be about 3 kilograms of silica gel. It was made into a shape similar to a bulletproof vest by the ingenious Helena. Plus a few pieces of Canarian specialty Yin wood, this is
All the materials needed to transform Mini's body.
Helena carefully helped Mark check every piece of equipment, pursed her lips and stopped talking.
"Don't worry, I'll be back in a few days." Mark smiled, trying to appease Helena's uneasy heart. Unfortunately, he found that it had no effect.
The female craftsman's eyes were still red.
Mark put on the mask Helena made for him. It was not only engraved with light runes, but also had some modern industrial materials added to it. It was made of imitation melt-blown non-woven fabric, although the industry in this world is not that strong yet.
, to make something so detailed, but at least it has a filtering function.
Mark's small action of clipping the metal nose clip on the mask made Helena's eyes narrow with joy.
The time came to 11:55 pm unknowingly.
The sky darkened in an instant, and the sky above the ship where the "Mechanical Ascension" was parked was rapidly dimming from west to east. The clouds were driven by an invisible force that mortals could not perceive and gathered from all directions.
Lightning flashed through the night sky above the dark clouds, and roaring thunder rolled from the horizon.
A night rain fell all over the world for no reason.
Not all areas, but a small number of areas, are eligible to receive more than 100 millimeters of rainfall in this hour.
The heavy rain not only drove away ordinary people, but even the night watchmen who performed their duties had to hide indoors in such heavy rain and wait for the heavy rain to subside.
In fact, the moment the first raindrop the size of a soybean fell on the sea, Mark clearly felt the existence of the spiritual sea.
In just two minutes, a terrifying storm mixed with spiritual power formed on the sea.
The spatial resonance between the real world and the virtual world is becoming more and more obvious.
Not only was the sea water churning, Mark could clearly see that the island not far away was also shaking. Large swaths of sand were thrown into the air by the vibration, and small stones jumped up.
A three-meter-high wave suddenly arose in the sea, easily crossing the guardrail on the side of the ship and slapping against the side of the cabin. The portholes made of hardened glass actually cracked open like spider webs under the impact of the waves mixed with spiritual power.
The crack!
shocking!
The hour and minute hands of the big clock in the cabin are stuck at 12 o'clock.
The rolling dark clouds in the sky suddenly solidified, and the patterns formed by the high and low clouds were like criss-crossing wrinkles carved on an aging and enchanting face.
At some point, all twelve moons appeared in the sky.
The clouds serve as eye sockets, and the twelve bright moons become blood-red pupils that are as deep as agate.
Reflected in the moonlight's blood-stained pupils are the figures of the 12 proud sons of this generation.
Helena was so surprised that she covered her mouth with her hands and watched as Mark transformed into a living person in front of her, turned into a bloody stream of light, and disappeared from the spot.
A tear slipped uncontrollably from his cheek.
She was so nervous that she cried.
Here, Mark felt a familiar strange feeling coming from him.
Just for a moment, the flickering light in his eyes and the fuzzy feeling told his reason that he was already in the world of Red Moon.
He didn't know whether this place should be called the other world, because there was an upside-down river flowing above his head in front of him, and he couldn't see the source or end of the river.
Surrounding this river, howling winds and scattered red light are rising and falling in this world. If the strange blood-colored light is replaced by flames or something, this will be a scene of doomsday in people's imagination.
This place is not called an inner world, but rather a fragmented ruin caught in a crack in space, as if there is no gravity.
As soon as I saw it, there were at least twelve relatively large clusters of building ruins floating in the air. There were a lot of rubble and debris like space junk between each other, connecting each ruin cluster like a link.
"Click!"
The sound coming from under my feet was like stepping on stones in the soil, and the sound was dull and crackling.
Mark's heart trembled, he immediately stopped and looked down.
There is no gravity or anything, it's just an illusion.
Right at his feet lay a corpse.
It was so old that only fragile white bones were left on the corpse. The corpse was wearing rag-like clothes, and the original expensive fabrics and embroidered gold threads could be vaguely seen. Through the gaps in the clothes, you can still see a lot of
The dried black ectoplasm felt like blood stains, or like dried liquid dripping from a broken pustule.
In the black clearing in front of me, there was more than one corpse.
Mark was not interested in playing a jigsaw puzzle and reluctantly recognized that these corpses belonged to at least seven people.
They died miserably, and without exception, their whole bodies were shattered into pieces, and not a single intact bone could be found.
Mark turned around suddenly, and then he discovered that behind his position stood a huge obsidian door that was at least five stories high.
It stands alone at the end of this suspended floating island.
Mark noticed that there were many long and short, almost parallel scratches on the closed black door.
He stepped forward and compared it.
Those are scratches made by scratching with fingernails.
He couldn't help but shudder.
Those who can enter the baptism of the blood moon are all the pride of heaven, the extraordinary ones that mortals need to look up to. So how desperate was the deceased before death that he would give up all extraordinary means and pick it up with his fingers and it would appear to be extremely strong?
Door leaf?
Mark subconsciously raised his head and looked at the top of the door.
On the top of the door frame, a line of ancient language comes into view.