Mysterious as the Wind, Always With Me

Everyone just killed an A-level demon.

Barely standing on the same starting line, how can a novice master of mystery be so arrogant?

The power of the Evernight Goddess lingers on Vivienne, causing shadows to cover her face. This is a very convenient ability, which can make the rising anger in her heart well concealed.

As an excellent punisher, she quickly controlled her emotions and did not attack Juan.

But the seed has been planted.

No reason.

Genius, always proud!

When a bunch of geniuses gather together, either you tear my pride apart, or I trample on your dignity.

If there is no winner or loser, there is no such thing as who will conquer whom.

Just as Mark, Vivienne and other people who are destined to be involved in the blood moon are silently preparing, [There is always what you want] Boss Fat Cat is jumping up and down in a real sense.

Don't look at its cumbersome appearance of falling flat at any time, at certain times, it will be particularly flexible.

For example, when taking out private money from the hidden place between the beams and bricks.

Its old clerk was dumbfounded.

There is a table in front of you, not only the most commonly used Wright dollar, but also the coupons of various factions. For example, you can exchange mysterious coupons for a large number of special resources in the Temple of Knowledge.

"Boss, are you all-in?"

"Hmph! I lost a lot in the last blood moon, and this time I have inside information, so I have to make it back no matter what."

"That……"

"Be smart, find more people to fight, divide the bet in three days, and all bet on the lawful camp."

The old man was stunned for a moment: "You are so optimistic about him?"

"Nonsense! You can use the spirit summoning ceremony to attract a miscellaneous demon general to death, and then track down the evildoer who has nothing to do with more than a dozen orthodox churches. Who should I not suppress? When I was selling things before, I didn't dare For his and little Margaret's money."

"Boss, is it only the law-abiding camp? Not specific to a single camp?"

It's like playing with three dice to bet on the size. The odds of buying the size are never as good as a single point.

Fat Cat thought for a while, and gave up: "That kid is outrageous. Most mystics are absolutely neutral, but that kid's unscrupulous manipulation of power is a lawful and evil way. But he tends to do things in general. Kindness, 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 this kind of guy is very unlucky, he can generally live very well."

"..."

September 10th was an ordinary day in the eyes of the people of the Wright Empire.

If there are no accidents, tomorrow's Empire Daily will define today as 'no big thing happened' after talking nonsense.

In a pirate stronghold, a tragic fight broke out.

A scarred man standing like an iron tower stood among hundreds of pirate corpses and shouted loudly, announcing that he had won the final victory.

He twisted the head of the pirate leader and placed it in front of the graves of his wife and fellow villagers.

He drank the fine wine he snatched from the pirate's lair, ate delicious barbecue, and sang heroic songs, but wept, cried, and fell asleep...

In the cellar of a mountain castle, a handsome and evil man threatened the wives and daughters of two knights of light and forced their brothers to raise their swords against each other. In the end, he brutally murdered the wives and daughters of the two knights in front of the victors. The woman was killed on the spot, driving the knight crazy...

In a small valley not marked on the map 80 kilometers north of San Casao, there is a terrible green miasma.

A mother weeps as she holds her one-year-old child. She was completely unaware that the magic circle beneath her was working, merging her and her child's souls together. She didn't even realize that they had been dead for hundreds of years...

As the night deepened, Mark was doing the final check in [Mechanical Ascension].

If I had to say what was extra, it would be about 3 kilograms of silica gel. It was shaped like a bulletproof vest by the ingenious Helena. Coupled with a few pieces of Canaryan specialty shade wood, this is all the materials needed to transform Minnie's body.

Helena carefully checked every piece of equipment for Mark, pursed her lips, and stopped talking.

"Don't worry, I'll be back in a few days." Mark smiled, trying to calm Helena's restless heart. Unfortunately, he found that it had no effect.

The female craftsman's eye sockets are still red.

Mark put on the mask that Helena made for him. Not only were the runes of light engraved on it, but also some modern industrial materials were added, which were made of imitation melt-blown non-woven fabrics, although the industry in this world is not that strong yet. , to make such a fine-grained thing, but at least it has a filtering function.

The small action of Mark clamping the metal nose clip on the mask made Helena narrow her eyes happily.

Before I knew it, the time came to 11:55 in the evening.

The sky darkened in an instant, and the sky over the "Mechanical Ascension" where the ship 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 pierced the night sky above the dark clouds, and roaring thunder rolled from the sky.

A night of rain fell all over the world out of nowhere.

Not all, but a small number of areas are eligible for this hour of rainfall of more than 100mm.

The torrential rain not only drove away ordinary people, even the loyal night watchmen had to hide indoors in such a heavy rain, waiting for the heavy rain to subside.

In fact, when the first soybean-sized raindrop fell on the sea, Mark clearly felt the existence of the sea of ​​spirits.

In just two minutes, a terrifying storm mixed with spiritual power formed above the sea.

The spatial resonance between the real world and the inner world is becoming more and more obvious.

Not only the sea water was churning, Mark clearly saw that the small island not far away was also shaking. A large piece of sand was thrown into the air by the vibration, and small stones jumped up.

A three-meter-high wave suddenly broke out on the sea, easily crossed the guardrail on the side of the ship, and slapped on the side of the cabin. The portholes made of hardened glass cracked like spider webs under the impact of the waves mixed with spiritual power. the rift!

shocking!

The hour and minute hands of the big clock in the cabin were stuck at 12 o'clock.

The tumbling dark clouds in the sky froze suddenly, and the lines formed by the high and low clouds were like the criss-cross wrinkles carved on an old and strange face.

At some point, twelve moons appeared in the sky.

The clouds are the eye sockets, and the twelve bright moons are the blood-red pupils like agate sunk deep inside.

Reflected in the moonlight's blood pupils are the figures of the 12 favorite sons of this year.

Helena covered her mouth with her hands in amazement, watching Mark turn into a living person in front of her, turning into a blood-colored streamer, and disappearing in place.

A tear fell down his cheek uncontrollably.

She cried out nervously.

Here, Mark felt a familiar strangeness coming.

Just for a moment, the streamer in his eyes flickered, coupled with the feeling of fuzzy perception told his reason - he was already in the world of Red Moon.

He didn't know whether this place should be called the inner world, because there was an upside-down river flowing above his head, and he couldn't see the source or end of the river.

Surrounding this river, howling winds and scattered crimson light float up and down in this world. If the strange bloody light is replaced with flames or something, this is a scene of the end of people's imagination.

Rather than being called an inner world, it is better to say that it is a fragmented ruin that seems to have no gravity and is caught in a crack in space.

In sight, there are at least a dozen clusters of relatively large building ruins floating in mid-air. There is a large pile of debris like space junk between each other, connecting the various ruins like a bond.

"Crack!"

The sound coming from under his feet seemed to be like stepping on a stone 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, just an illusion.

Just at his feet lay a corpse.

It was so old that only fragile bones remained of the corpse. Clothes that looked like rags were worn on the corpse, and the original expensive fabrics and embroidered gold threads could still be vaguely seen. Through the gaps in the clothes, you can still see a lot of dried black ectoplasm, which feels like blood stains, and it also looks like dried liquid dripping out of a broken pustule.

There was more than one corpse on the black open space in front of him.

Not interested in jigsaw puzzles, Mark barely recognized the remains as belonging to at least seven people.

They died horribly, invariably shattered, with not a single intact bone to be found.

Mark turned his head sharply, and at this moment he found that behind his position stood a huge obsidian door that was at least 5 stories high.

It stands alone at the end of this floating island.

Mark noticed that there were many long and short, almost parallel scratches on the closed black door.

He stepped forward and compared them.

It was a scratch made by someone scratching it with a fingernail.

He couldn't help but shudder.

Those who can enter the blood moon baptism are all the favored sons of heaven and extraordinary people who need to be looked up to in the eyes of mortals. Then just how desperate was the deceased before he died, that he would give up all supernatural means and use his fingers to pull at the door, which was extremely strong at first glance?

Mark raised his head subconsciously, looking at the top of the gate.

On the top of the door frame, a line of Gulet came into view.

"Annihilation...soul...glory?"