Mysterious as the wind, always with me.

Chapter 63 Recycled Idle Chess

The other five people did not die. They plunged about 300 meters from a high altitude, showed their magical powers, and arrived at the ruins at the lower level.

As all the debris from the ruins fell into the lower ruins, the rumbling sound finally died down.

For the best of the younger generation, these few hundred meters would not kill them.

They crawled out of the ruins covered in ashes and were forced to disperse. When they subconsciously looked at the brand-new opera house like a mirage above their heads, they felt as if they were in another world.

At this moment, they don't regret being fake.

Everyone was thinking about a hypothesis—if I had summoned up the courage to launch a desperate attack on the newspaper man just now, what would have happened?
Unfortunately, a missed opportunity is a missed opportunity.

Looking quickly around, they found that it was a ruin of an ancient city.

Surrounding the wasteland are the remains of huge aqueducts, open waterways that ancient people used to carry water all the way before running water was invented.Despite the ruins, the pillars of these canals are still four stories high.

In addition to the ruins and ruins that can be seen everywhere, a seven-story tower surrounded by gray mist can be seen in the distance.

Then, they saw the crimson moonlight projecting a line of Gulet language over the ruins:
The words are red, but the content is clear and reveals an impersonal coldness, showing the arrogance of Blood Moon.

"You trash who don't have the courage to fight for the supreme throne! You are outcasts of fate! Struggle embarrassingly! Howl! Or use your worthless rotten meat to pray for the mercy of victory—"

Simple and straightforward declaration, thoroughly humiliating the five 'losers'.

No matter how detailed schemes and complicated thoughts they had before, they have been forcibly regarded as waste by this blood moon world.

Take a step back and open up the sky?
Do not!
This is……

The more you think about it, the more you get angry!
The man in the white suit was the most resentful, his pale face flushed instantly: "You bastard——"

For so many years in the past, he has always provoked the hearts of strong men with his own wisdom, and used various means to make them fall into desperate cannibalism, and he took pleasure in this.

In his eyes, the man reading the newspaper is just an arrogant reckless man. After this time, he will have a lot of chances to slowly kill that arrogant newspaper man.

Unexpectedly, the blood moon would separate the loser from the winner so mercilessly.

Regardless of the height difference of 300 meters, the two groups of people may have been separated by a thick space barrier, becoming parallel lines that will never intersect for a lifetime.

Being simply and violently driven to the lower level had already caused the man in white a great humiliation, and the last words of begging for mercy were the greatest blow to his self-esteem.

"Are you kidding? Who wants the bastard's mercy! I, Ramsis Ramsay, will find my way and kill him!"

He rarely revealed his name.

Even if there is no one within hundreds of meters around him.

This is enough to justify his anger.

Unfortunately, the insect's anger is meaningless.

The moment his voice fell, there was a loud noise in the sky.

A three-story-high giant crashed down, and the thick legs of the two hugged each other slightly bent, offsetting all the impact.The price was that the ruined two-story private house under his feet was reduced to powder on the spot, and a shallow pit with a diameter of ten meters was formed.

As soon as he got down, he used a giant warhammer with a hammer head the size of a Beetle car to slam his chest, screaming upwards.

"Ahhhh-"

The extremely primitive roar echoed over the entire ruins, and apart from his voice, there was a dead silence on the battlefield.

Ramses subconsciously shrunk into the shadow of the ruins, and after confirming that the thing had not found him, he poked his head out to look at the other party carefully. If the first glance was just shocking, then the second time he confirmed that the thing was not his own. When hallucinating.

Even Ramses, who felt superior to others, couldn't help feeling an irresistible sense of insignificance from the deepest part of his soul. He felt that his hands and feet were cold.

The giant was not human, he had a lion's head, but without a natural jaw, the entire lower jaw was replaced by a metal jaw.

On his arms, there was not a single inch of his own skin, as if it was a piece of miscellaneous clothes sewn from different miscellaneous cloths.

But Ramsis recognized that among them were the skins of the Balrog, the Horned Demon, humans, and orangutans.

If it wasn't for the other party still exuding the breath of a living creature, Ramses would believe it if you said it was an undead stitch monster.

According to Ramses' understanding of the bottomless abyss, this giant is more likely to be a humanoid beast used by an abyss lord to charge into battle.

In any case, this thing is not something he, a Sequence 7 Extraordinary, can deal with.

Just looking at this war beast, Ramses felt it was difficult to breathe.

Is a blood moon baptism really a baptism?
Could it be the elite purge plan?

Before Ramsis came to his senses, the giant humanoid beast had already locked on the position of one of them, waving its huge claws, forcibly smashing through the ruined walls blocking the way, and killed itself.

For a moment, the entire ruins of the lower level were in a state of chaos.

In the opera house on the upper floor, there was a quiet, eerie silence.

After the master of ceremonies disappeared, the three of Mark and the others stood up. First, they let go of their spiritual senses and sensed their surroundings. Then they looked at each other with slightly hostile eyes.

"A newspaper reader, do you have any good ideas?" Vivienne was the first to attack.

"Yes!" Mark pointed towards the stage exit on the right: "Go check the backstage. If you find something wrong or have any news worth reporting, you will run back, or you will never have to come back."

Mark spoke in a commanding tone from his superiors, which made Vivian feel very uncomfortable.

But on the other hand, she knew very well that without the newspaper man's permission, she would already be a member of the Fallen.And rather than fighting head-on, she prefers to launch a surprise attack from the shadows and finish the enemy.

After seeing how outrageous the newspaper man's frontal combat ability is, she gave up her plan to confront him head-on.

"Huh!" Under the blessing of the Goddess of the Night, her figure quickly faded and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

It's just in the eyes of others.

In Mark's soul vision, the trace of "wet paint" followed her all the way.

He knew it, and she knew it too.

It's obviously a humiliation, but not removing this trace is a sign of her cooperation.

Whenever the five stripes are no longer on her body, that is when she is ready to fight Mark.

A Night Punisher who was good at hiding disappeared, but the thunder giant frowned: "Although I appreciate your approval, I don't think it's a good idea for you to act with me."

Sensing the distance of the soul mark, Mark raised his hand, and Minnie's spirits immediately blocked the surrounding space in disorder, and the range of Byson's hidden interference expanded immediately.

The giant thunderbolt clenched his fists instinctively, staring at the man reading the newspaper in front of him, and activated his secret storm technique at any time.

Mark, who wrapped the other party in the illusion, revealed his true face.

Looking at the young and handsome guy with black hair at three to seven points and his mask pulled down, the Thunder giant was a little dazed.

"Hello, Conrad Fischer! I'm Mark Destiny, Mister Galaxy's emissary."

In a word, Conrad immediately stirred up turbulent waves in his heart, his mind turned into a lump of paste for a moment, and he completely lost the ability to think.

He will never forget that mysterious experience nearly a month ago.

The Church of Storms couldn't help him avenge his relatives and friends!What even the Church of Storms, one of the orthodox churches, refused to do, the mysterious 'Mr. Galaxy' did.

Perhaps for that being, such a favor was insignificant, but it actually changed the trajectory of Conrad's life.

If he didn't have this extraordinary power, he would most likely be like an idiot, launching a desperate charge to the pirate den where a bunch of extraordinary people gathered. Maybe he could kill one or two pirates without extraordinary power, but he would definitely He was easily killed by the Extraordinary, and his huge head was hung at the entrance of the pirate camp, becoming a symbol of 'overreaching'.

The copy of the storm rubbings without the soul imprint changed everything.

He succeeded in a perfect revenge.

Ignoring the existence behind the group of pirates, he brutally killed every pirate he saw.

To die without regret—that was his mood now.

As a last concern, his only thought is to repay Mr. Yinhe's kindness.

Unexpectedly, just after being involved in this inexplicable world, he ran into Mr. Yinhe's emissary.It made him feel like he was in a dream.

Out of caution, he said in a deep voice: "I am not refusing to believe your words. I need stronger proof. Please tell me what Mr. Yinhe bestowed on me."

"A rubbing."

Conrad no longer had any doubts, and bowed deeply to Mark on the spot: "I have seen the messenger. Conrad must obey all the orders of the messenger."

Immediately he raised his head.

What appeared in front of Mark was a pair of fiery eyes.Those are the eyes of a standard fanatic who is willing to go through fire and water for [Mr. Yinhe].

Such pure eyes made Mark's heart beat violently.He once used Conrad as a free game, but unexpectedly, this good man who grew up on the sea responded to his expectations beyond imagination.

In less than a month, Conrad had grown into a perfect meat shield.

I really found a treasure!

But Mark didn't know that no matter how much he distracted Vivienne and tried to hide his relationship with Conrad, Vivienne still found out.

A small milk cat transformed into a shadow rubbed against Vivian's left hand and meowed a few times.

Vivienne paused immediately, and bit her lip lightly: "Sure enough, the man who reads the newspaper and the giant thunderbolt are in the same group."

The multiple-choice questions before her were very difficult: either pretend not to notice and continue to flirt with the boy who read the newspaper; or directly take off the night cloak with the ability to block the breath and start working alone.

Either way, she needs to risk her life.

"Well, it depends on which side is more dangerous."

(End of this chapter)