Mysterious as the Wind, Always With Me

It is unreasonable to think that a newspaper that exists in such a high-intensity world as [Blood Moon Baptism] has not been blown away by the wind for so long.

Bison Chick really looked at the problem from a very strange angle, no, it should be said to be simple.

Just because the mind is simple, there is no distraction.

Mark narrowed his eyes slightly: "Let's go up!"

With Minnie, he doesn't have to climb up the ranks like the parkour protagonist in "Assassin Warriors".

The higher the position he was in, the more he realized that if he didn't enter the ruins of the temple and came directly to the newspaper, he probably wouldn't be able to please him.

If those shadow monsters were not restrained, if they flew over and attacked repeatedly, he would definitely be unable to hide in mid-air.

It's much easier now.

The boots stepped on the top of the marble temple and came to the place where the statue should have been. Mark hesitated and leaned over.

He immediately discovered that there was actually a line of writing on the inside of the broken legs of the statue.

Not Goulet, but a newer version of Wright, at least he understood it.

"Don't you think it's a great thing to read newspapers while trampling on the ruins of the statues of ancient gods?"

Mark was speechless.

In this world where the gods appear, are you not afraid of being struck by lightning when you say such blasphemous words?

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), pointing the country, and inspiring the word.

The soaring arrogance made Mark's heart flutter and he was very excited.

Yes, although he has the audacity to do many things that the world seems to be extremely crazy, but he does not lack a cautious side at the same time.

However, compared with this senior who soared into the sky, he was not at the same level at all.

"Then why did you leave this newspaper here?"

While smiling wryly, Mark stretched out his hand and touched the strange newspaper. It felt unexpectedly strong, and he felt that 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 didn't feel like he was pulling the newspaper, but the newspaper was slapping his hand.

Mark's expression turned serious: he found himself underestimating the 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 cover. It seems to have been integrated with the entire ruins from the perspective of spiritual power and mystery.

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 this newspaper.

At this moment, another line of words came into his vision.

"Do you believe in God? If you don't believe it, please sit on it."

This line of writing is engraved on the base of the idol's feet, and if you don't climb up, you will definitely not be able to see this line of writing.

For this line of words, Mark shuddered on the spot.

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.

Don't look at him now in the occult world, claiming to be a follower of 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 transcendent beings.

The arrogance in his heart made it impossible for him to give up his beliefs, pursue and believe in an illusory god.

These words surprised Minnie and Byson.

There was nothing in Mark's heart.

He easily jumped onto the base of the statue, looked at it, and suddenly found that the only half of the statue's calf was exactly the height of his seat when he sat down.

The cross-section of the sculpted calf is extremely smooth, not sticky at all.

He just sat down on his buttocks, and it felt amazing.

In the distance is an illusory red nebula, and the nearby is likely to be the end of a certain god, and as a latecomer, he just sits high above the god's former glory, overlooking everything.

Guided by some mysterious force, Mark bent down very naturally, took out the newspaper from between the legs of the idol, and opened it.

At this moment, he felt very much like the office workers of the Wright Empire. They often like to open a stack of newspapers before breakfast...

It's just that he used the statue of the ancient god as a chair, which is really domineering.

The pictures and fonts on the newspaper were quickly arranged in a way that Mark couldn't understand, and the outside side was exactly the same as the Wright Daily this morning. Whether it's the headlines on the front page or the little square in the corner.

The inside that Mark sees is another style of painting.

He clearly saw the spiritual power distribution and veins of the ground under his feet like the roots of a tree. Within a diameter of 100 meters, the extraordinary existence with a depth and height of no more than 20 meters can be clearly seen no matter whether it is buried in the ground or on the ground.

Not only that, but the extraordinary power buried deep in the earth seemed to be continuously conveyed into Mark's body through this newspaper.

Mark was startled, he understood what the function of this Extraordinary was.

It was something like [Temporary Building a Position]. As long as he squatted long enough, he could greatly enhance his combat power through newspapers.

Mark tried it: when he folded the newspaper and walked away two steps, the feeling of dominating the spiritual power of the earth disappeared most of the time. Not even if he continued immediately.

As long as he sat in place for a minute, the feeling of dominating the earth appeared immediately and became stronger and stronger.

Mark tried it when he squatted for ten minutes.

"call out--"

Looking at the edge of the ruined platform, a piece of land the size of a van collapsed, turned into dust and fell into the void, Mark fell silent.

"I found the treasure!"

Leaving the platform of the ruins of the temple, Mark followed the passage built by the sundries and headed deep into the void.

He noticed that there were three forked roads before coming to the platform, but in the end there was only one road that merged with his road and led to the far end.

With the help of Minnie, 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 incompleteness, which makes it difficult for Mark to study the specific structure here.

The only certainty is that the people chosen by Hongyue seem to come here.

Mark saw that the void road connecting the large platform corresponds to 12 o'clock on the clock, a total of 12.

According to the previous situation, Mark felt that he would probably invert the road in a certain direction in reverse, see who the other party is, and then consider whether to kill the other party.

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 can be seen everywhere in the parks of major cities in the empire, and sometimes even homeless people sleep on it overnight.

The curved metal armrests on both sides, which look like treble clefs, support the wooden boards to form a complete bench.

On the bench that can accommodate three people, Mark sat unceremoniously in the middle, with one left hand resting on the back of the chair, and the other holding up a newspaper to read, revealing the bone machete pinned to his left waist .

Ten minutes after Mark sat down, a vigorous female figure galloped quickly from the east.

Without pacing cautiously, she used the debris fixed in the void two or three meters apart as a step and jumped over it.

A strange and suffocating scene was reflected in Vivienne Carlos's light blue eyes like ice pupils:

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 to determine the fate of these chosen ones. And in the center of the ruins of the wide stage, a mysterious man with a very fit body was sitting calmly on a bench and reading a newspaper.

The ultimate sense of contradiction appeared in the mysterious man:

You can say that he is upright, but he uses some mysterious means to cover up his true appearance.

You say he is sneaky, and he sits in the middle of the platform majestically.

Under the clusters of golden hair that bloomed like flowers, there was a face that was extremely handsome just by looking at the outline. Even if the mask covered the lower half of the face, it still did not detract from its handsomeness.

The black leather armor is matched with the dark and light black of the black shirt, coupled with the buckles that are more decorative than practical, showing a very avant-garde dressing style for the Wrights.

The blurred phantom light blocked her vision, and even the eyes blessed with the power of the Evernight Goddess couldn't see her true face clearly in the mist.

Vivienne thought that she was advancing fast enough, and killed the two-headed hellhound blocking the way in just 7 minutes, and spent another 15 minutes solving the puzzle in the second ruin, and got a pair of good gloves. In the end it took three minutes to clear the scene.

Obviously, this mysterious man is faster.

Leaping onto the platform, Vivienne was stunned for a moment, and there were three groups of people who arrived with her almost in no particular order.

One is a burly thunder and lightning giant. One can tell by the thunder and light snakes rippling on his body that he belongs to the Church of Storms. At any rate, the Church of Light and Night is an orthodox church like the Church of Storms. With the Millennium Covenant, it is unlikely that they will fight first at a critical moment.

The key is the other two groups.

If the gray-robed men in the second group, a man and a woman, gave her the feeling of restraint, then the other white-clothed man gave her the feeling of being weird and unpredictable.

He has a typical aristocratic face: an oval face, a pointed nose, thin lips, and a pair of soft-lined phoenix eyes. Put on a rich powder outfit and comb the shoulder-length blonde hair into a big back.

Vivian hated this guy from the bottom of her heart, but she was sure that there were many noble daughters who would like this guy.

Everyone came here to fight to the death, and this guy actually came wearing a white suit similar to a tuxedo. The only 'weapon' was an 80cm long cane.

The narrow pole indicated that there was a high probability that it would not be a weapon for physical attacks.

The four groups not only stared at the mysterious handsome blonde guy in the middle of the field, but also looked at each other.

At first, no one dared to act rashly, but in the end, the man in the white suit walked towards the handsome blond guy step by step with natural and graceful steps.

"The moonlight tonight is really special, my friend, what are you doing here alone?" He said, sitting next to the newspaper reader very 'naturally'.

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ps: I would like to use this chapter to commemorate the Manna I drew in 88. If you understand this, please ignore it.