It is unreasonable to think that a newspaper that exists in such a high-intensity world as [Blood Moon Baptism] has been blown away by the wind for so long.
The Bison girl really sees things from a unique perspective, no, that should be said to be simple.
Just because my mind is simple, I have no distractions.
Mark's eyes narrowed slightly: "Let's go up!"
With Mini, he doesn't have to climb up the ladder like the parkour protagonist in "Assassin Warriors".
The higher he got, the more he realized that if he didn't enter the ruins of the temple and came directly to the newspaper, he would probably not be able to please him.
If those shadow monsters were not restrained, and they flew over and attacked him repeatedly, he would definitely be unable to hide in mid-air.
It's much easier now.
His boots stepped on the top of the marble temple and reached the spot where the statue of the god should have been. Mark hesitantly leaned over.
He immediately discovered that there was a line of writing on the inside of the broken legs of the statue.
It's not ancient Leyte, but a relatively new version of Leyte, at least he can understand it.
"Don't you think it's a pleasure to read a newspaper while trampling on the ruins of ancient gods' statues?"
Mark was speechless.
In this world where gods are manifesting themselves, if you say such blasphemous words, aren't you afraid of being struck by lightning?
Mark didn't know who the original owner of the word was, but he could imagine how arrogant this person was back then: using the gods as stepping stones, standing on the top of the world (void), guiding the country, and inspiring words.
That kind of soaring pride made Mark feel excited and excited.
Yes, although he boldly did many things that the world considered extremely crazy, he did not lack a cautious side at the same time.
But compared to this senior who was so popular in the world, he was not on the same level at all.
"Then why did you leave this newspaper here?"
While smiling bitterly, Mark stretched out his hand and touched the strange newspaper. His hand felt unexpectedly strong, and it felt like he was not pulling a piece of paper, but a large steel ingot of tens of tons.
Every time the newspaper swayed in the wind, he couldn't stop it at all.
It felt like it was not him pulling the newspaper, but the newspaper slapping his hand.
Mark's expression became serious: he found that he had underestimated this newspaper. There is no doubt that this is an extraordinary item that no one else can imagine. The shape of the paper is just a disguise. It seems to have spiritual power, mystery and other aspects.
Integrated with the entire ruins.
Unless Mark has the ability to destroy the entire ruined platform with one blow, there is a high probability that he will not be able to take away this newspaper.
At this moment, another line of words came into his sight.
"Do you believe in God? If you don't, please sit on it."
This line of writing is engraved on the base of the two feet of the statue. You will never be able to see this line of writing without climbing up.
Mark was shocked on the spot by this line of words.
Does he believe in gods?
joke!
Most of the young people who grew up under the red flag are atheists, and he is one of them.
Even though he is currently involved in the occult world and claims to be a believer in the God of Knowledge, rather than saying that he believes in the God of Knowledge, it is better to say that he believes in [knowledge] itself.
The so-called gods are nothing more than the most powerful extraordinary beings.
The pride in his heart made it impossible for him to give up his beliefs, pursue and believe in an illusory god.
These words shocked Mini and Bison.
There was no disturbance in Mark's heart.
He easily jumped onto the base of the statue, took a look, and suddenly discovered that the remaining half of the statue's calf was exactly the height that he used as a seat when he sat down.
The cross-section of the sculpted calf is extremely smooth and does not pierce the flesh at all.
He just sat down and felt amazing.
In the distance is an illusive red nebula, and nearby is probably the final place of a certain god. As a latecomer, he is so high up, sitting on the former glory of the god, overlooking everything.
Guided by a certain mysterious force, Mark bent down very naturally, took out the newspaper from between the legs of the statue, and opened it.
At this moment, he felt like an office worker in the Wright Empire, who often like to open a stack of newspapers before breakfast...
However, he used the statue of an ancient god as a chair, which really showed his domineering attitude.
The pictures and fonts on the newspaper were arranged rapidly in a way that Mark couldn't understand. The one outside looked exactly like the Wright Daily News this morning. Whether it was the headline on the front page or the small square in the corner.
The inside that Mark saw was another painting style.
He clearly saw that the distribution and veins of spiritual power in the earth beneath his feet were like tree roots. Extraordinary existences within a hundred meters in diameter and no more than 20 meters in depth and height were clearly visible, whether buried in the ground or on the ground.
Not only that, the extraordinary power buried deep in the earth seems to be continuously being transported into Mark's body through this newspaper.
Mark was startled, he understood what the function of this extraordinary object was.
It was something like a [temporary construction of a position]. As long as he squatted long enough, he could greatly increase his combat power through the newspaper.
Mark tried it: when he folded the newspaper and took two steps away, most of the feeling of dominating the spiritual power of the earth disappeared. Even if he continued immediately, it wouldn't work.
As long as he sat there for a minute, the feeling of dominating the earth immediately appeared and became stronger and stronger.
Mark tried it and when he squatted for ten minutes.
"call out--"
Looking at the edge of the ruins platform, a block the size of a van collapsed and turned into dust and fell into the void. Mark was silent.
"I found a treasure!"
Leaving the platform of the ruins of the temple, Mark followed the passage built by debris and headed deeper into the void.
He noticed that there were three forked roads in front of the platform, but in the end there was only one road left that merged with his road and led to the far end.
With the help of Mini's power, Mark came to a larger circular platform without much effort.
The platform with a diameter of 500 meters is a bit like the ruins of an ancient opera house. There are a lot of collapses and defects, making it difficult for Mark to find out what the original structure was.
The only thing that is certain is that those chosen by Red Moon seem to come here.
Mark saw that the void roads connecting the large platform corresponded to 12 o'clock on the clock, a total of 12.
According to the previous situation, Mark felt that he would probably reverse the direction and invade the road in a certain direction, see who the other party was, and then consider whether to kill him or not.
But now Mark has a better choice.
He sat in the center of the stage of the opera house, where there was a wooden bench that could be seen everywhere in the parks of major cities in the empire, and sometimes homeless people even slept on it for the night.
The curved metal armrests on both sides, shaped like the treble clef of a staff, support the wooden boards to form a complete bench.
Mark sat unceremoniously in the middle of the bench that could accommodate three people. He put his left hand on the back of the chair and held up a newspaper with the other hand to read, revealing the bone machete on his left waist.
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Ten minutes after Mark sat down, a strong female figure came quickly from the east.
Without pacing cautiously, she used the debris two or three meters apart in the void as a stepping stone and jumped over it.
Vivian Carlos's light blue eyes, which were like ice pupils, reflected a strange and suffocating scene:
The twelve void paths connected in the void support the suspended platform in the middle like a spider web. The platform in the center of the line of sight is undoubtedly the gambling table that determines their fate. And in the center of the wide stage ruins, a figure
Very fit mysterious man sitting calmly on a bench reading a newspaper.
The ultimate sense of contradiction appears in the mysterious man:
You could say he is upright, but he uses some mysterious means to hide his true appearance.
You could say he was sneaky, but he was sitting in the middle of the platform majestically.
Underneath the golden hair that bloomed like flowers, there was a face that looked extremely handsome just by looking at the outline. Even though the mask covered the lower half of the face, it still did not diminish its handsomeness.
The combination of the black leather armor and the dark and light black of the black shirt, coupled with buckles that are more decorative than practical, shows an extremely avant-garde dressing style for the Wrights.
The blurred phantom light blocked her sight, and even her eyes blessed by the power of the goddess of the night were unable to see clearly her true face in the mist.
Vivian thought she was advancing fast enough. She killed the two-headed hellhound blocking the road in just 7 minutes. It took another 15 minutes to solve the puzzle in the second ruins and get a pair of good gloves.
It finally took three minutes to clear the place.
Obviously, this mysterious man is faster.
Leaping onto the platform, Vivian was stunned for a moment. Three groups of people arrived with her almost in no particular order.
One is a burly giant thunder and lightning man. One look at the thunder and lightning snakes waving on his body, you can tell that he is from the Church of Storms. After all, the Church of Light and Night and the Church of Storms are both orthodox churches. There is a thousand-year covenant, so it is not important unless it is critical.
Maybe start a fight first.
The key is the other two groups.
If the two men in gray robes in the second group, a man and a woman, gave her the feeling of being restrained, then the other man in white gave her the feeling of being strange and unpredictable.
He has a typical aristocratic face: an oval face, a pointed nose, thin lips, and a pair of soft-lined phoenix eyes. He wears a thick powder coat and combs his shoulder-length blond hair into a slicked back.
Vivian hated this guy from the bottom of her heart, but she was sure that there were many noble ladies who would like this kind of stuff.
Everyone was here to fight to the death, and this guy actually came here wearing a white suit that resembled a tuxedo. His only 'weapon' was an 80cm long cane.
The narrow pole indicates that this weapon will most likely not be used for physical attacks.
The four groups of people not only stared at the mysterious blond guy in the middle of the venue, but also looked at each other.
No one dared to act rashly at first, but in the end, the man in the white suit walked naturally and gracefully towards the handsome blond man step by step.
"The moonlight is so special tonight. My friend, what are you doing here alone?" he said, sitting next to the man reading the newspaper very naturally.
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ps: I would like to write this chapter to commemorate the Maena I drew in 88. Everyone understands this, if you don’t understand, please ignore it.
