Mysterious as the wind, always with me.

Chapter 61 Empty Position

Every pair of pupils present is experiencing a magnitude [-] earthquake.

As we all know, because the Sin Sect seduces people to degenerate, it will never be without degenerate believers.Even if they were hunted and suppressed by the orthodox church for thousands of years, the number of believers is no less than five figures.

Compared with the Sin Sect, which is more secretive and low-key, the total number of evil knights of the Apocalypse Sect is not higher.

The number of people is small, but the quality is ridiculously high.

Any apocalypse knight pulled out, even if it is just a trainee apocalypse knight, is still an army.

Just because they prefer to operate in the bottomless abyss where demons fight each other, the reputation in many countries in the mortal world is not so loud.

Long before entering the world of Blood Moon, every sect candidate who was expected to enter the baptism was told that [Poisonous Sore] Uber was the most untouchable man.

Once you find him, as long as you have a choice, it's best to hide.

What now?
In order to hunt down other candidates, Uber, who did not hesitate to take a detour and was late, was killed in a face-to-face, and it was a unilateral violent killing without any suspense. He didn't even have the qualifications to make the newspaper reader seriously fight.

This desperate gap filled every candidate's heart with horror and shock.

Under the attention of the audience, the machete that had just killed an Apocalypse Knight swirled strangely in the air, spinning back like a boomerang, and pinned it to Mark's belt as precisely as if the car was being reversed into a warehouse.

Mark himself... crossing his legs, he turned to the next page of the newspaper.

The hearts of the powerful were shocked again.

Outrageous!

Could it be that Uber, who had already single-handedly killed two Blood Moon candidates, was brushed away like an inconspicuous dust in his eyes?

The reincarnation male disciple who was about to make a tentative move two minutes ago silently stepped back two steps and stood side by side with his companion, lowering his head, not daring to look directly at the newspaper reader.

He suddenly understood: Who is the guy who killed the [Greedy] candidate in seconds.

At this moment, everyone's faces were pale, and they felt that it was a sin for them to arouse the attention of this super strong man.

The man in white was extremely thankful that his intuition saved him.

Just now he felt that Mark gave him a feeling of being immobile.

Unexpectedly, there was a mountain-like calmness in the first second, and when the offensive came in the next second, it seemed like a mountain collapsed and was unstoppable! ?

They didn't even expect that the super strong in their eyes was actually palpitating.

Mark: Terrible!If it weren't for this newspaper, I might just be unable to eat and walk away.

Ugh!
In a competitive shooting game, if you suddenly see someone who kills four people in one go, it may not be a hang, or it may not be a boss, maybe... that is a squat.

Static vision is not required for esports anyway.

Whether it is squatting or Voldemort, there may have been a highlight moment of killing streaks.

Mark never thought that one day, he would become a real squat guy.

Now that the aura of a peerless master is displayed, as soon as he puts away the newspaper, his true form is revealed, whether it is the fluctuation of power or the breath of the soul, he will drop a lot.

Thinking of this, Mark felt that the three A-level cards [Plague Knight], [Ascetic Monk] and [Dancing Girl] that just appeared between him and the newspaper out of thin air were not good.

After a big job, I can't come back...

How to do?
urgent!Wait online!
Just then, the last two candidates came together.

Those who came wore thick cloaks and masks.

This man and woman are obviously not in the same way.

The man in the cloak has a thin figure, his exposed arms are dry, and there is not much flesh. The whole person seems to be blown away by a gust of wind.

The silhouette of the cloaked woman is more toned, and her bright eyes give people a sense of fierceness like a female leopard.

When the man in the cloak saw the corpse of the plague knight, he immediately said "Oh" in surprise: "Excuse me, which strong man killed [Poisonous Sore] Uber?"

Without anyone answering, he followed everyone's gaze and saw someone who was still reading the newspaper.

Regardless of the weird atmosphere at the scene, he clasped his hands together and bowed deeply to Mark: "Sir, no matter who you are or what your status is. On behalf of the thousands of innocent souls in Victoria Wickett City, I thank you for punishing this man." Villains."

Without raising his eyelids, Mark said in an inorganic voice, "He has offended my knife."

The skinny cloaked man froze for a moment, then smiled heartily: "Then, at least thank you, sir, for controlling your knife and not letting it cut at innocent people."

Suddenly there was a touch in everyone's heart: Yes!If the man reading the newspaper is really an unscrupulous powerhouse of the Chaos faction, then such a person should not be unknown.

Everyone has vague speculations about his camp.

Mark pretended to be profound, but in fact he was anxious to death.

Fortunately, on the inside of the newspaper, he finally caught a glimpse of the spiritual power of this floating land beginning to change. According to his speculation, four of the 12 candidates have now been eliminated.Then it is logical to start the next stage of baptism.

Mark slowly closed the newspaper, folded it, and tucked it under his left armpit.

All the powerhouses present clearly felt that the coercion from Mark had suddenly dropped from being as terrifying as a prehistoric behemoth to almost nothing.

The breath gap in this second made everyone quite uncomfortable.

Mark didn't seem to care about it. The ice blue eyes he transformed with Bison's power rolled around and locked on the man in white who was trying to take a seat not long ago.

The heart of the man in white suddenly jumped violently.

Mark's voice has a wonderful sense of inorganic: "Yo, this 'friend'. It took too much strength to kill that white dog just now. Now I am very weak. Maybe anyone can kill me now. Or , you come to try?"

As soon as these words came out, let alone the man in white, who among the rest of the people who witnessed Mark's attack were not cursing?

Looking at you who killed the original No. [-] seed player and still look calm, who would believe that you are really weak?
Do we really think we're all idiots?

The man in white is under the greatest psychological pressure at the moment.

The man who reads the newspaper feels too powerful and too weird.With that kind of moody style, who dares to guarantee him that he won't use other bullshit reasons to violently kill people?
The man in white coveted him once, but he doesn't mind a second time.

He forced a smile on his face: "How could it be. I hate blood on my hands the most."

"Oh? Encouraging others to slash each other, or forcing the enemy to kill one's own enemy, wouldn't that count as having blood on your hands?" Being pierced suddenly, even a thick-skinned man in white would turn into a rage and throw the table over in a second. impulse.

The man in white held back: "Don't talk nonsense, I just admire a strong man like you."

He confessed with his mouth, and kept walking, and retreated directly to the edge of the platform, with the momentum of running back immediately if Mark dared to catch up.

Forced the man in white back, Mark didn't relax. He rolled his eyes and stared at the reincarnation man who seemed to want to stand out just now: "Oh? That's why you want my seat?"

"No, no, no, I'm not, I'm not, don't talk nonsense."

I really don't know where the reincarnation man's denial Sanlian learned from.His performance of retreating while admitting cowardice makes people feel funny.

What I further associate with is still the horror of the man who reads the newspaper.

After pushing back two groups of potential opponents in a row, Mark did not aggressively point the finger at more people.

The situation on the scene was clear: three people in total were forced to retreat in two groups; the last two who came might not be willing to fight against him; For the Evernight Cultist, Mark blindly guessed that she was probably the Punisher, so there was no need to target her.

Mark laughed, and his hearty laughter seemed to mock everyone—everyone on the list is hot chicken!

"Since none of you want my seat, then I'll be reluctant to be the protagonist of this [big show]." Mark patted the vacant seat on the bench with his left hand: "There are still two seats. So... who would want to sit?"

It's very interesting, the healthy woman who came at the end was a bit eager to try.

Seriously, Mark was sweating for himself.

The skinny cloaked man grabbed the woman's left wrist, shook his head, and the woman expressed her approval in silence.

The relationship between the two is very delicate, they may not have known each other beforehand, but the woman surprisingly believed in the thin man's judgment.

Since she doesn't come, Mark doesn't care.

Surprisingly, the giant thunderbolt who hadn't shown much strode over and stood in front of Mark.

"Oh? Friends of the Church of the Storm, do you want to sit?"

The giant man grinned: "It's a pity that you are not [Gluttony]'s big ass. You can't sit in three seats by yourself."

The words are not rude!
Since the blood moon baptism has reserved three positions, it must have a deep meaning.

You can take it all by yourself, but can you handle the big pot of blood moon baptism by yourself?

Mark held his left cheek with his left fist and smiled: "You don't care about the blood moon baptism. What makes you, who have no pursuit, suddenly become motivated?"

"There was a great being who gave me strength and allowed me to take revenge perfectly. I was going to rush to repay the favor. Who would have thought that this ghostly place would suddenly come to me. I thought, since I'm here, I should do something to make that one You know, I didn't earn his gift for nothing. I'm a useful man, too."

Very simple thought.

It's astonishingly simple.

Compared with that white-clothed man with a belly full of colorful intestines, the giant man is as pure as a saint.

Mark has long recognized him as the giant Conrad who took the rubbings of his Storm sequence.Now that Conrad's idea is confirmed, Mark is more excited than happy.

He really didn't expect that Conrad's aptitude would be so outstanding, he was stunned to the point of being selected for the blood moon baptism.

The appearance of Conrad made it more likely that he would go back alive.

Now, Mark is trying to restrain himself: "When you are desperate, the person who pulls you up doesn't have to be a saint, it can also be a devil."

Conrad didn't take it seriously, and he grinned even wider: "Whatever, if he is really a devil, then let me drown in despair with the devil's grace."

Whoever helped him, no matter who the other party was, he had to follow him all the way to the black.

This purity is truly touching.

Mark crossed his fingers and pressed the back of his fingers against the tip of his nose. He didn't hide his playful smile: "Interesting! It's really interesting! With someone as interesting as you, I'm sure I won't be lonely. Please—"

Mark spread out his right hand and made a gesture of please.

Conrad was unambiguous, and sat down on the empty seat on the right side of the chair.

(End of this chapter)