The Riddler Get Out of Terra

The fame of the former two is inseparable from the Source Stone, and the latter has glimpses of it through the memories of the Rutlan people killed by Red Feather. These mirages built on the Source Stone will definitely be surpassed by the more powerful Xue Weileng.

There must be people who can threaten his life in this world, but now Qiao Lungou is in the dark, and the chance of encountering those difficult monsters, ghosts, and snakes is very low.

But Qiao Lun was still worried.

The flower grower's unique phobia of lack of firepower made this person very anxious since he came to Terra.

The common flower-planting rabbits are unbearable, and the legends of Kazdaele now include terrifying creatures that roar in the wild at night.

It is said that the mercenaries caught by this painful and desperate voice will be captured by the Kazdael demon who has revived due to the war, and become the food for the demon to endure the pain.

——Until one day, when the Kazdaele Royal City collapses and Princess Theresia dies, this terrifying creature will be freed from the curse and come back to this land that demands everything from him.

In fact, it was just that Qiao Lun couldn't bear to vent his anxiety.

He has always faced threats to his survival. The accumulated loneliness is like an iceberg. His friends can only see the tip of the iceberg, while the huge, overwhelming depth is accumulated in the depths of youth.

Captured mercenary?

The sight of Jorum venting his roar is an excellent hunting ground for red feathers.

Curious mercenaries who entered within five kilometers of Qiao Lun would be surrounded and attacked by red feathers and a group of ignorant zombies. They were placed on the experimental table waiting for Qiao Lun's further treatment.

The situation in Kazdaele is very strange now. As the civil war breaks out further, legends of various ghosts, monsters, evil spirits, and forbidden places are flying all over the sky. There are noses and eyes, and there is even extremely obvious evidence.

For example, the Ghost Legend of Kazdaele, which started a month ago, cooled down the heated civil war for a time, but continued to escalate until the mercenaries ran out of food.

But this does not mean the end. The increasingly serious disappearance of teams in twos and threes has not stopped, and many mercenary camps have directly closed down.

The reason is simple, there are no large mercenary teams around here anymore - the camp director watched helplessly as members of the mercenary team disappeared at an extremely fast speed, and there was nothing he could do!

The mercenaries were so frightened that it was useless to form a group on their own. The formations disappeared, disappeared, and were not heard from again. When the Regent and the Tower of Babel hired these hyenas on the battlefield, they found out awkwardly that not many mercenaries were willing to pay the price of Weibo. Serve them!

The Evil Spirit of Babel, the Lord of Babel, and even the Pardoner under the Regent were dispatched one after another, but there was still no response!

The Sin Absolver immediately disappeared two teams!

The only white-haired ram-horned Sakaz woman who came back was so frightened that she could no longer draw her sword.

It's hard to imagine what could bring down the prestigious Pardoner.

But damn it happens!

The all-knowing Lady remained silent, puzzled by the ghost of Sakaz.

There is nothing you can do about the evil spirits of the Tower of Babel. You must at least have a target to set up a trap and an ambush. The appearance of the ghost is completely random, and the monstrous skills have no effect.

The ghost phenomenon intensified, and half a month later, huge and desperate wails began to sound in the increasingly dark and lonely night of Kazdaele.

No one knew what the call sign was. The Sakaz could only feel unimaginable loneliness and anxiety from the roar. The mercenaries who tried to go and observe never came back.

A giant mercenary team tried to recover its missing members. One night passed, and the camp director never saw anyone in the mercenary team again.

No one survived!

The Sarkaz's proud power could no longer protect them.

The united ones disappeared in clusters of flowers, and the lone wolves disappeared silently. All the investigation teams on the wailing disappeared, and no one has ever seen these people again.

The Yanguo people, Ursus people, Laterans, Castor people and even the Syracusans were very interested in this phenomenon and hired many powerful people from their own countries to investigate.

result?

No one came back.

All participants who tried to get closer and understand disappeared!

These people also had acquaintances and friends. These poor people, with anger and sadness boiling in their chests, gritted their teeth and rushed to Kazdare from their home country.

Bringing various homemade or sophisticated weapons to Kazdaele, which is becoming increasingly weird, he is determined to find the other half of his life.

The result can be...

Everything disappeared in the night.

No bones, no flesh and blood, not even a trace.

Only the calm sand is left facing the Terrayan people who perform tragedies and comedies here every day. There are even many beautiful flowers that appear on Kazdel as the war gradually subsides.

For the first time, the flat earth struck fear into the Terrans who lived on it.

The top notaries of Lateran, the special operations forces of Ursus, the raincoat-clad warriors of the Yan Kingdom, and the elite gangsters with Syracuse characteristics were all explored on different nights.

Fortunately, the problem was not discovered, but unfortunately, the problem was discovered, so only a few teams were left searching aimlessly overnight. Only a few dozen people from the army of hundreds of people were left to return to life!

Even the most valiant and skilled Sakaz mercenaries no longer dare to walk around at night. The life-and-death civil war between the two sides has turned into an entertainment project that only involves friction during the daytime within a month!

Night has become Kazdaele's forbidden land, and the dangers on the business road are equally terrifying at night.

The troops that Rhine Life tried to join the Kazdaele branch disappeared overnight. The accompanying medical operators and three medical experts all disappeared. Even the experienced security captain could not find any traces.

The security captain is also legendary. This Vaifan woman has a resolute face, sharp eyebrows and resolute golden pupils. Her long iron-gray hair is reminiscent of cold metal and she has a stubborn attitude that is incompatible with her host.

This is a powerful woman who can be thought of as a solid diamond at the first sight.

Her record is one

It was so astonishing. I led the Rhine Life team through hundreds of trade routes. Only once was I forced to abandon the car to save the troops due to the siege of a large number of mercenaries. I took the important personnel of Rhein Life and left their supplies and evacuated.

——These goods were put forward by the captain as bait to make the mercenaries focus on the rich medical supplies instead of the top scholars who could treat them.

That journey was extremely thrilling. The mercenaries who got the news for some reason rushed forward one after another. Afterwards, every escort operator still remembered it freshly. The security director's strategy saved the lives of the entire team!

But this time is different.

Rheinland Life also sent people to try to study this weird roaring phenomenon. In order to ensure the safety of the old scholar, the head of the security department with an amazing record was recommended to participate.

result……

A failed escort left the iron man named Seria to recuperate until now.

As if an invisible phantom was attacking, the manager's intuition just gave a warning and before he could organize his formation, he was hit directly in the chest and abdomen with a huge force.

The experienced Vaifan's battle-hardened reflexes couldn't keep up. She only had time to protect her vital heart with a slight arc of shield.

At the same time, he immediately activates his Origin Stone skills, waiting for an opportunity to slow down his opponent and defeat him.

——This thought ruined all her actions.

Doped with D32 steel, this special shield made of top-grade steel was directly penetrated by the ferocious force!

Something that penetrated the shield ignored the calcium shell she had formed in a hurry and easily shattered the calcium layer!

The remaining strength seeped into Ceria's internal organs, beating the experienced security minister into unbearable pain. The colic in her internal organs and the weakness of her Origin Stone skills failed to make the strongman surrender. She still gritted her teeth and stood up, planning to lead The remaining personnel continue to fight!

But everything changed when she opened her eyes.

All her team members died, and the old scholar disappeared without a trace. In the blink of an eye, Ceria suffered an unimaginable blow, and the ferocious force made the iron man groan.

No further blows came, and when she was preparing to fight back as quickly as possible, everything around her symbolized her failure.

The all-powerful security director became decadent and empty overnight, and his firm hands could not even hold the shield.

Chapter 37 Current situation of Kazdaele ([-])

The long-lost peace in Kazdaele was unbearable to the regent, so batches of legions were ordered, teams of famous mercenaries from the industry were invited, and the land of Kazdaele was once again visited by war.

The mercenaries began to read ancient legends.

Because these so-called elite teams failed to fulfill the Regent's expectations.

Huge roars rang out night after night, matched by the thousands of soldiers chasing the wailing troops, leaving only a few scraps of cold soup.

The soldiers who came back with their eyes straight out of fear and even some dementia described it very horribly:

As the wailing sound got closer and closer, many people in the regular troops with a solemn appearance suddenly suffered from internal disintention. A large number of well-equipped Sarkaz mercenaries actually began to spontaneously combust. A few who were seriously infected and had the highest level of Originium skills The warlocks quietly disappeared as the black source stone turned into a thick flow of blood.

In less than 3 minutes, half of the thousand-man army disappeared!

The remaining half?

The roar was not caused by spontaneous combustion!

The commander gritted his teeth and ordered the remaining troops to move closer as necessary. The well-trained soldiers also encouraged each other and continued to search for the culprit of all this with hatred and greed.

Then something even more terrifying happened.

Many Sakaz soldiers who were gutted and gutted actually chased after him!

These internal organs disappeared and melted into blood and mud, and the strange-looking Sakaz actually chased after him!

These corpses are not afraid of crossbows or giant attack molds that penetrate the city. They cooperate tacitly, fearlessly sacrifice, and can even regenerate themselves!

The sergeants clearly saw these rotters pulling their heads and torsos directly from the huge crossbows that penetrated their belly, while charging at them again!

The warlock's attacks had no effect, and the melee guards mustered up the courage to meet these resurrected fellow swordsmen.

The tragedy happened:

These corpses will explode!

It is so powerful that the Originium bomb has become a joke, and the sophisticated armor has become a prison for death. Corrosion, explosion, and secondary explosions occur repeatedly. Regenerators who are not afraid of death even line up to die.

What can the sergeants do?

Escape has become a luxury. These resurrected things are far more powerful than they were in life. Their physical quality can actually match the off-road machines powered by Originium. No matter how belligerent the soldiers are, they lose their fighting spirit when faced with such things.

These little cats and dogs were so frightened that they no longer dared to continue serving the regent. They did not even dare to lift arrows and shoot a crossbow.

It seemed like revenge.

Ten days later, the same loud noise was heard in the regular army camp.

This time it is daytime.

No one dares to get close, and no mercenary is willing to risk his life to determine the true identity of the monster.

The mercenaries only knew that everything in the camp had disappeared.

Supplies, tents, soldiers...

All of that is gone.

The mercenaries waited for five full days before they dared to confirm the situation slowly.

In front of you is a flat land with an unobstructed view.

The huge explosion seemed to be just an illusion. The environment had not changed at all. The ground was as flat and thick as ever.

The Prince Regent was

This kind of loss tortured him so much that he became furious in the Black Iron Palace, but the Pardoner was reluctant to take action.

When a thousand troops disappeared, and a large army of five thousand disappeared completely under the roar of death that resounded throughout the Kazdaele Plains and wailed for a whole day, no matter how fearless the Sinner was, he would not want to take a trip into this muddy water.

For a time, the various forces trying to instigate civil war lost their voices.

The mercenaries were already lying down, and legends about ghosts and monsters began to be repeatedly spread by veterans who were waiting to die and living off their savings.

The more he speaks, the more carefully he chooses his words:

In the distant ancient times of Kazdaele - when Sarkaz was just a splintered nomadic group - monsters were rampant, evil gods were everywhere, and Originium infection was even considered a blessing from the gods.

——With the crude skills of infection, the Sarkaz are able to protect their people and themselves.

The laws of heaven are constant, and the desperate days of the Sakaz struggling to survive are endless. Finally, an ancient will is born:

The dead and existing Source Stone masters of Sakaz sacrificed themselves, and finally created a moon full of scars and bitterness.

This is the eternal beacon of the Sakaz people. Every Sakaz with ancient enough blood can feel the fatigue and tenacity of this ancient will.

Under the cry of this will, under the cultivation of this will, the Holy King of Destiny was born.

This destined Sakaz monarch has an astonishing talent, and can easily display the skills of every Source Stone master. These sad skills that have to go through time and suffering are known by this monarch from birth and can be used at will.

He seemed to be able to hear the heartfelt voices of every Sakaz. Compassion, fraternity, and gentleness led the Sakaz people to gradually unite and gain space for survival little by little.

But space is limited after all, and even the wise and powerful Holy King cannot change the fact: with the increase in the number of newborns, the land to raise and unify the Sakaz tribe is no longer enough.

What's more, these ancient monsters and evil gods are plundering the population of Sakaz, making it difficult for the Sakaz people to live in peace.

So the Holy King struggled with the pain, put aside the Kazdare King City that he had worked hard to build, let go of his people who loved and respected him, and his relatives who regarded him as the greatest existence in life, gritted his teeth and fought to the death with the evil god.

The Holy King's life was miserable, and his career that could have continued into the next life came to an abrupt end.

But his sacrifice was not in vain!

Followed by the Sakaz warriors who were traveling with him, the Holy King was not afraid of sacrifices and dangers, and rushed into the Bloody Hill, Taixu Mine, Tomb of Ancient Dragons, Mountain of the Immortal... and other restricted areas to fight for his life, holding big medicine and spiritual power in his mouth. Burn fierce fire and die together with these terrifying existences at the cost of losing your soul!