Mysterious as the wind, always with me.

Chapter 62 The paint is wet
The dialogue between the two sounds a bit nonsensical, but in fact the confrontation in the words is quite shocking.

So, Vivienne was a little moved.

The man who read the newspaper slashed to death the Apocalypse Knight from the chaotic and evil camp, forced back the man in white who was probably from the evil camp, and forced back the reincarnation believers who claimed to be absolutely neutral, but accepted the lawful and neutral storm giant instead. represents many things...

At the very least, the newspaper reader doesn't resist the strong ones of the lawful camp.

Originally, she was a follower of the dark night of the lawful good camp, and she was likely to become the target of public criticism and besieged by all the cult powerhouses.Now that there is a newspaper reader who turned out to be in front of her, she is safer.

Interestingly, in this blood moon baptism, the number of cultists is actually not dominant?
Vivian couldn't help but recall the Nadal family's advice:

Protecting yourself comes first, and her safety is the number one priority.

The second is to see if you can meet that dude from the Destiny family, [Waste wood] Mark, on the premise of ensuring your own safety, you might as well give him a hand.

Finally, the old Nadal's words:

"Vivienne, your talent is outstanding among your peers. But in the long history of hundreds of years, your talent is above average. However, if your talent is not enough, luck will make it up. If there is a chance , you can try to sit on 'that chair', as long as you go in, you can come back alive. You will at least become a judge of a large region in the future."

Now that the situation is more favorable, Vivienne decided to give it a go.

A heroic figure stood in front of Mark, and the wind under the crimson moon was glowing red, flowing on the folds of her black robe.

The eyes peeking out between her hood and mask were startlingly bright.

In front of everyone, she showed off the demon-breaking silver crossbow under her black robe.

Mark noticed that there was a subtle fluctuation in the atmosphere of the scene, and he pretended not to care: "Oh?"

"I don't know who you are, where you come from, and what camp you belong to, but I admire your way of killing the cultists. I swear in the name of Lady Evernight, as long as you don't plot against me, I will be yours in this blood moon ceremony s eyes."

Vivian's sonorous and forceful words seemed to carry some mysterious power, causing a silent commotion among the surrounding people.They kept looking into each other's eyes, trying to find the possibility of forming a new alliance.

Unfortunately, they failed.

Mark's record determines his control of the situation.Before he showed a truly convincing display of weakness, he had the highest say here.

"Oh? What if, I mean what if... I say 'Go to hell with Lady Evernight'?"

When Mark's words were released to the outside world, they could be regarded as a blasphemy against the Church of Light and Night.

Full of playful words, full of temptations.

Vivienne's eyes suddenly opened wide, and suddenly there was a bad breath in her heart, driving her to make a move that even she herself regretted in the next second.

In front of everyone, she sat down on the empty seat on Mark's left, her muscles stretched to the extreme like a pressed spring, ready to explode at any time, and the silver crossbow in her hand was almost zero distance above Mark's left shoulder, aiming Touching his neck, the red lips under the mask uttered the sharpest words:

"If you really dare to do this, even if I try my best to annihilate my soul here, I will drag you out of this damn chair."

Have guts!Spicy!cowardly!
Facing a strong man like the newspaper reader, many people are unwilling to abide by his strong rules, but whoever dares to be the first to form a group to deal with the strongest will most likely die first.

No one wants to do this kind of harm to others.

Of course, if she dared to do this, there would be people who would dare to follow her, such as the man in white who seemed to be planning to retreat.

It can be said that Vivienne's wonderful performance caught everyone's attention.

The atmosphere suddenly became extremely tense.

In the eyes of most people, even if it is as strong as a newspaper reader, it is not necessarily flattering to forcefully subdue this thorny rose.

There should always be someone to sit in the seat, and if the man who reads the newspaper puts pressure on him, even if the Punisher of the Night is dealt with, it may not be true that the next person who comes up will cooperate sincerely.

Just when everyone thought that Mark would use tougher words to subdue this stubborn Punisher of the Church of Evernight, the four words that came out of Mark's mouth that could judge people's lives were astonishingly...

"Oil! Paint! Not! Dry!"

At this moment, Vivian widened her bright eyes to the extreme, and her mind was completely blank.

There are question marks on the foreheads of all the melon eaters.

How can you play like this?

Do not!How dare you play like this! ?

For a moment, Vivian thought Mark was lying, and then she smelled a faint smell of paint.

To be precise, it is a paint-like thing made of special ectoplasm.

The Punisher of the Night is no stranger to this kind of thing. Every time the Priest of Light is asked to purify a place polluted by demons, it smells like this afterwards.

It's just that these diluted spiritual substances made of demon generals have Mark's spiritual imprint.

Vivienne jumped up as if getting an electric shock, and while dodging back, she couldn't help twisting her body to look behind her.

Heck!

It looks nothing on the surface, but in the vision of the soul, there are five horizontal marks on each side of her buttocks, which look like, like...

A pair of big handprints!

Vivian's blood pressure rose all of a sudden, and she was just a little bit short of pulling the trigger of the crossbow.

Unfortunately, facing the joking eyes of the newspaper reader, she suddenly calmed down.

After all, she was too impulsive to be manipulated by the other party.

It's not like her at all.

A real punisher should not only punish the demons ruthlessly, but also should have enough calmness and judgment to avoid the traps of the demons when faced with strange situations.

These so-called paints were obviously not painted under their noses.

It was painted there from the beginning, but everyone's attention was attracted by the weird and powerful male deity reading the newspaper, and they were never distracted for a moment.

He not only played tricks on Vivienne, but also everyone.

Even though there was a trance feeling of a mouthful of old blood rushing to her throat, Vivienne finally held back.

Mark said: "Since I saw this chair, I didn't plan to dominate it all by myself. I was thinking that the right side should be reserved for at least one new friend who is pleasing to the eye, and the left... can be a person who is not very pleasing to the eye, but Handy guy."

The 'paint' coated with special ectoplasm is the mark he reserved for 'that guy'.

Of course, if that person wipes off the paint without saving face, he can also kill the other person, or force the other person to paint it on himself.

Having said that, he looked straight at Vivienne: "Miss Punisher! If you insist on sitting down, I agree. Otherwise, the one sitting on it just now is a corpse. But if you want to sit down, you have to sit all the way to the end. Whether you want to leave halfway is up to you!"

"You..." The domineering man who read the newspaper almost shocked Vivian internally. She wanted to refute, but she didn't know what to say.

"As for them..." Mark crossed his hands and placed his fingers on his lower abdomen, leaning against the back of the chair in a very comfortable posture: "Who is in favor of my decision? Who is against it!?"

His cold and sharp eyes swept across the audience, falling on every heroic face.

Mark's eyes are so unscrupulous, he will never cast his eyes on the next person unless the other party is forced to look away.

The crimson wind blows across the platform.

The tragic corpse of the plague knight, man and horse, is the best proof of the newspaper reader's strength.

No one dared to look at Mark for more than three seconds.

When most people met their eyes, they immediately dodged, or lowered their heads, or smiled awkwardly and politely.

The big picture is set!

The final choice fell to Vivienne again.

She could save her own face and choose to leave, or continue to attack the newspaper reader while the others were completely intimidated.But how many people will join the group this time is unknown.

One can only be sure that there will definitely be fewer people willing to end than just now.

Vivian bit her lip and chose the third option.

She sat up again.

Interestingly, she sat very precisely in the position just now, and the paint area on the buttocks did not expand by even 1mm.

This is her last stubbornness.

Mark and Conrad smiled unkindly.

No matter which world, the status gap is so obvious.

There are always some people who can sit grandly.

The loser can only stand by helplessly, staring at the winner with envy and hatred, just like the humblest servant.

The moment the three of them officially sat on the bench, there was movement in this world.

Bright red lines stretched out from the shadows in the platform square, and they quickly intertwined to form a hemispherical light curtain, separating the three people sitting on the chairs from the five people in the team of defeated dogs.

In the next second, a bright line of fire seemed to flash across the farthest end of the floating ruins. Before everyone could react, this line of fire was like a fuse of gunpowder, coming from the farthest to the nearest in an instant.

The entire ruined platform suddenly collapsed!
The five people outside the bench let out large and small exclamations.They each showed their own special abilities, either by their vigorous movements or by their wonderful secret techniques, to save their lives in this collapse.

But without exception, they fell into the dark abyss below along with the collapsed platform.The screams mixed with the rumbling sound of the collapse turned out to be so ear-piercing, stimulating the minds of the three chairs.

But in front of the three of them, the mysterious line of fire that completely shattered the platform and seemed to extend infinitely stopped in front of the light shield in front of the chair.

Then, the platform of the opera house, which was shattered in front of the three of them, quickly returned to its original appearance in their field of vision.

Instead of turning into the ruins where they just fought over the chairs, it turned back to the opera house in its original state of new construction with a fan-shaped overall shape.

Audience chairs wrapped in red velvet appeared one after another, and the fan-shaped auditorium on the second floor and the entrance gate of the opera house were seen from the farthest.On the left and right sides of the field of vision are the three-story VIP rooms that spread obliquely, and behind them, various mechanisms clicked, obviously even the stage area, actor's rest area and stage mechanism behind them are also being restored.

At this moment, even Mark almost exclaimed.He really never thought that there would be such a huge difference in treatment between those who won a chair and those who didn't.

Before the three of them could recover from the shock, a man who was obviously a phantom slowly walked to the edge of the brightly lit stage.

He was wearing a very simple robe, but the most conspicuous thing was the pair of blood red wings behind him.

He showed a strange smile to the three of them, and broke into their spiritual sea by speaking Gulet in a way of heart communication that would never be misunderstood.

His voice is high-pitched and passionate, with a touch of provocation:
"Brave young people! You have made yourself the protagonist of your destiny with your strength and courage. Then please show yourself to your heart's content on this phantom stage of the end-as for what awaits you will be the deep darkness of despair, or It is the salvation of hope... [Goddess of Fate] is looking forward to it."

Without giving the three of them any chance to ask questions, the phantom who had played the role of master of ceremonies suddenly disappeared in front of them.

Three people: "..."

(End of this chapter)