Mysterious as the Wind, Always With Me

Every pair of pupils present was experiencing a magnitude 10 earthquake.

As we all know, the Sin Sect seduces people into depravity and will always have degenerate followers. Even though they have been hunted and suppressed by the Orthodox Church for thousands of years, the number of believers has never been less than five digits.

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 numbers are small, but the quality is ridiculously high.

Any Apocalypse Knight pulled out, even if it is just a trainee Apocalypse Knight, is an army.

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

Long before entering the blood moon world, every candidate of the sect who is expected to enter the baptism is told that Ubel, the sore man, is the most untouchable man.

Once you spot him, it's best to avoid him if you have the choice.

What now?

In order to hunt down other candidates, Ubel, who did not hesitate to take detours and was late, was killed in a single encounter, and it was a unilateral killing without any suspense. He did not even have the qualifications for the newspaper man to fight seriously.

This despairing gap fills the hearts of every candidate with panic and shock.

In front of everyone's attention, the machete that had just killed an Apocalypse Knight was spinning strangely in the air, spinning back on its own like a boomerang, and pinned to Mark's belt with precision as if it was reversing a car into a warehouse.

Mark himself... He crossed his legs and turned to the next page of the newspaper.

The hearts of all the powerful men were shocked again.

Outrageous!

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

The male reincarnation cultist who was ready to test him two minutes ago silently stepped back and lined up with his companions, lowering his head and not even daring to look at the man reading the newspaper.

He suddenly understood: who was the guy who instantly killed the [Greedy] candidate.

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

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

Just now, he felt that Mark gave him an unmoving feeling.

Unexpectedly, one second he was as calm as a mountain, and the next second the attack came, as if the mountain was collapsing and unstoppable! ?

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

Mark: How scary! If it weren't for this newspaper, I might not be able to eat it and walk away.

well!

In a competitive shooting game, if you suddenly see someone killing four people in one go, it may not be a cheat, it may not be a boss, maybe... it's a squatter.

Esports doesn’t require static vision anyway.

Whether it's squatting or Voldemort, there may have been a highlight moment of consecutive kills.

Mark never thought that one day he would become a real squatter.

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

When Mark thought of this, even the three A-level cards [Plague Knight], [Ascetic], and [Dancing Girl] that just appeared out of thin air between him and the newspaper no longer tasted good.

After a big job, it still doesn't come back...

what to do?

urgent! Waiting online!

At this moment, the last two candidates came together.

The visitors all wore thick cloaks and masks.

This man and woman are obviously not on the same page.

The man in the cloak was thin, and his exposed arms were dry and bare, and his whole body seemed to be blown away by a gust of wind.

The figure of the woman in the cloak is more toned, and her bright eyes give people a fierce look like a leopard.

When the cloaked man saw the corpse of the Plague Knight, he said "Oh" in surprise: "Excuse me, which strong man killed [Venorrhea] Ubel?"

No one needed to answer. He followed everyone's gaze and saw someone who was still reading the newspaper.

Ignoring the weird atmosphere at the scene, he clasped his hands and bowed deeply towards Mark: "Sir, no matter who you are or what your identity is. On behalf of the thousands of innocent souls in Victoria Wicket City, I would like to thank you for punishing this man." Villain."

Mark didn't even raise his eyes and said in an inorganic voice: "He angered my knife."

The thin cloaked man was stunned for a moment, then smiled heartily: "Well, at least thank you, sir, for controlling your knife and not letting it hit innocent people."

Everyone was suddenly touched: Yes! If the man who reads the newspaper is really an unscrupulous strong man from the Chaos camp, then such a person should not remain unknown.

Everyone has vague speculations about his camp.

Mark pretended to be profound, but in fact he was very worried.

Fortunately, on the inside of the newspaper, he finally got 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 arm.

All the powerful people present clearly felt that the pressure from Mark suddenly dropped from being as terrifying as a giant beast in the wild to almost no feeling at all.

The difference in breath within this second made everyone quite uncomfortable.

Mark didn't seem to care about this. The ice-blue eyes he transformed with the power of Bison flicked and locked on the man in white who tried to sit on the seat not long ago.

The man in white's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

Mark's voice had a wonderful inorganic feel: "Hey, this 'friend'. I just spent too much energy killing that white dog. Now I'm very weak. Maybe anyone can kill me now. Otherwise , would you like to try?"

As soon as these words came out, not to mention the man in white, who among the other people who witnessed Mark's attack didn't curse?

Looking at you who killed the original No. 1 seed player and still looked calm and calm, who would believe that you are really weak?

Do you really think we are all idiots?

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

The man who reads the newspaper feels too powerful and too weird. With his seemingly moody style, who dares to guarantee that he will not use other bullshit reasons to commit murder?

The man in white has been scared once and doesn't mind being scared a second time.

He forced a smile and said, "How could that be possible? I hate having blood on my hands."

"Oh? Encouraging others to chop each other, or forcing the enemy to kill one's own enemies does not count as having blood on one's hands?" Being exposed suddenly, even a man as shameless as a man in white would be so angry that he would overturn the table in the next second. impulse.

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

He gave up and kept walking, retreating directly to the edge of the platform. He had the momentum to run back immediately if Mark dared to catch up.

Momentarily forcing the man in white back, Mark did not relax. He turned his eyes and stared at the reincarnation man who seemed to want to make a move just now: "Oh? Is that where you want me to be?"

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

I really don’t know where Samsara Man learned his denial from Sanlian. His behavior of retreating and giving in at the same time made people feel funny.

What comes to mind further is still the fear of the man who reads the newspaper.

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

The situation on the scene was clear: two groups totaling three people were forced to retreat; the last two who came were not necessarily willing to go against him; the remaining thundering giants gave Mark a sense of familiarity, and the black-robed woman, a typical The Night 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 in the list is a jerk!

"Since no one wants my seat, then I will reluctantly be the protagonist of this [big show]." Mark patted the empty seat on the bench with his left hand: "There are still two seats. So... who wants to sit?"

It was very interesting. The strong and healthy woman who came last was actually a little eager to try.

To be honest, Mark was sweating for himself.

The thin cloaked man grabbed the woman's left wrist and shook his head. The woman acknowledged it with silence.

The relationship between these two people is very subtle. They may not have known each other beforehand, but the woman is surprisingly convinced of the thin man's judgment.

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

Miraculously, the giant thunderous man who had been doing nothing all this time strode over and stood in front of Mark.

"Oh? Friends from the Church of Storms, do you want to sit down?"

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

The words are rude but not rude!

Since there are three positions left for the blood moon baptism, it must have deep meaning.

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

Mark made a fist with his left hand and held his left cheek, with a smile on his face: "You are not interested in the blood moon baptism. So what makes you suddenly feel motivated when you have no pursuits?"

"A great being gave me power and allowed me to take revenge perfectly. I originally planned to rush to repay my kindness. Who would have thought that I would suddenly come to this hellish place. I thought, since I am here, I should do something to make it better. You know, I did not earn his gift in vain. I am also a useful person."

Very simple idea.

Astonishingly simple.

Compared with the man in white who was full of frivolous things, the giant man was as pure as a saint.

Mark had long recognized him as the giant Conrad who had taken his Storm Sequence rubbings. Now that Conrad's idea was confirmed, Mark was not only happy but also excited.

He never thought that Conrad's qualifications would be so outstanding that he would be selected for the blood moon baptism.

The appearance of Conrad made it much more likely that he would return alive.

Now, Mark is trying to restrain himself: "When you are desperate, it is not necessarily a saint who helps you, it can also be a devil."

Conrad disagreed and grinned even wider: "Whatever, if he is really the devil, then let me drown in despair with the devil's favor."

Whoever helps him, no matter who the other person is, will follow him all the way to the dark side.

This purity is truly touching.

Mark crossed his fingers and put the back of his fingers against the tip of his nose. He did not hide his playful smile: "Interesting! Really interesting! With such an interesting person like you, I will not be lonely. Please -"

Mark spread his right hand and made a gesture of invitation.

Conrad didn't hesitate and sat down in the empty seat on the right side of the chair.