The Curse of Aurelius

To be honest, the waiting time is a bit boring. At least for the portal. If you are not sure about sneaking into the second level quietly, it will have to go down to take a look.

During the waiting process, the black-haired girl sat calmly at the table, with a cup of steaming black tea in her hand. From the outside, she was definitely the protagonist of a bedtime story that would satisfy all children's fantasies.

The dark blue skirt made of satin and tassels reflects the light and is dotted with gems and pearls. The dark brown tanned leather shoes and white short socks will make anyone exclaim that she is more beautiful than a princess. But this expensive dress is just an embellishment. Her fair skin is as soft as sheep fat, and her long black hair is curled and gently scattered on her shoulders. She has a standard and beautiful posture sitting on the chair, with her back straight like a little swan. The most eye-catching thing is her bright red eyes. They don't make people feel scared, but show just the right amount of innocence, and also set off a kind of elegant temperament.

The translucent body did not harm its image, but added a bit of mystery. The young girl raised her head slightly, her eyelashes were thick and black like a small fan.

"It's about time. We should go."

"Why don't you take something out of here? Although their technology is terrible, it's quite useful for ordinary people."

The girl jumped off the chair and put the doll on the table before leaving. "Of course we have to take it, but not now. Have you ever watched a play? When the play starts, the scriptwriter cannot stay on the stage. We have to go and bring the real protagonist over."

"Who is the real protagonist?"

“Those who died here.”

The corridor soon came to the end, and this time there was no need to use the portal. The black-haired girl held the lantern and gently touched the door. Immediately, a flame entangled the door. The flame was jumping without temperature, and Gloria continued.

"Do you know? When I was five years old, my father gave me a garden. He planted fairy flowers in the garden and told me that there would be flower fairies singing for me at my eighteen-year-old coming-of-age ceremony. When I was nine years old, my father took me to see the sea. Under the moonlight, the sea was like a bright mirror. My father pointed to the fish jumping out of the sea and told me that this was a famous flying fish in the southern region. Every spring and summer, they would jump out of the water in groups. The moonlight shone between their translucent fins, reflecting a silver foil-like light. I said to my father, I want to wear a skirt like the sea. On my tenth birthday, my father gave me a skirt made of mermaid silk and jewelry. When the moonlight shines on the skirt, it will reflect the ripples of sea water."

"Dad said I could ask for anything as long as he could do it. He didn't ask me to be smart or pretty, he just wanted one thing."

"He hoped that I could be a kind person like my mother. My father said that he was once a poor wandering boy, and no one looked up to him. It was not until a knight's daughter took pity on him, cleaned his acne, gave him food, and let him stay to work in a shop that he gradually became a big businessman and asked the old knight to marry his daughter. She was the most gentle and beautiful woman he had ever seen, but my mother accompanied him through all the ups and downs, but she could not wait for happiness to come."

"So I gathered the goodness I had collected into a lantern to redeem the souls that had fallen into darkness; the evil half became a doll to punish those ugly guys. Will Dad be happy when these murderers are punished?"

The girl muttered to herself, stretched out her hand and pushed open the door in front of her, and endless darkness poured out.

There is too much malice in the craftsman's base. If this were the Age of Magic, there would definitely be many vengeful spirits. But all souls return to the black mist, and the dead can only endure endless pain and torture, sinking into the abyss.

But at this moment, a light lit up in front of all the souls who died in the base.

The gentle, cool light shone into the darkness like the moon, allowing the dazed souls to gradually regain their sanity. They stared at the lantern in doubt, not understanding what was happening.

The girl holding the lantern stopped in front of them. Her bright eyes reflected her distorted figure. She was alone among the dead souls but was not afraid. She was like a snowflake that had landed on the earth, or like the moon that was watching them from above, shining coldly.

"The living can fabricate stories about the dead without restraint, but no one seeks justice for the souls."

Yes, why did they die miserably while the murderer is still alive?

There is no fairness in this world, justice is bullshit, and no one will come to save them!

The thoughts of the dead gather into roaring waves, enveloping the resentment and hatred of their lifetime. They rush against the darkness that hinders them, longing to return to the human world.

Only the souls near the light were able to keep their sanity and prayed to the girl: "Please help us and take us away from here."

If they continue to stay here, sooner or later they will completely forget who they are and be driven mad by the pain of death.

"This is why I came here. I will release your resentment. From today on, you no longer have to be imprisoned by the dark fog and despair."

"I give you the power to accomplish your revenge yourself."

The girl picked up the lantern, and the tiny flame shot up rapidly.

Are the lights forming the waves, or is the sea being set on fire by the lights?

The souls were confused, the light melted the darkness on all sides. The path of light stretched far away until it reached a door that they could not reach.

Under the guidance of the girl, the dead souls rushed to the light path and poured into the outside world. One by one, illusory figures appeared in the white corridor. They were stunned for a moment, and the despair before death was immediately awakened.

"It's those people! It's those people!"

"We are back!"

The black threads were entangled around the dead souls, and the smart people immediately understood that this was a gift from the girl. They tried to touch the black threads, and the weak souls were suddenly full of strength, and could even touch the entity. Just as the girl promised, now they have a way to truly complete their revenge!

The souls looked at each other and couldn't wait to find their target. Soon, they found the first lucky one. The carpenter stared at this scene in a daze, and was a little confused for a moment. Could it be that the experiment had escaped? Before he could react, the undead souls who finally found their prey rushed over and started to bite his body.

"ah--!!"

The human's scream startled the others, and the craftsmen on the underground level hurried over.

"What's going on?"

"There's an attack!"

The craftsmen were all confused. Before they could figure out what was happening, they were surrounded by the dead souls. Many souls recognized the craftsmen and screamed distortedly.

"Why did you send me to die? I'm going to kill you, kill you, kill you, kill you!"

"I remember you! You killed me, you killed me!"

"Poor, hateful, abominable, evil..."

"Poor, hateful, abominable, evil..."

The souls went crazy and rushed to the target. The cold winds poured into the human body, making the negative emotions in their hearts grow wildly. Some were running away, some were fighting, and some were kneeling and begging for mercy. The dead souls bit the target's body, assimilating the pain of death. The attacked craftsmen immediately let out a terrible wail. Similar cries further aroused chaos. Until someone shouted loudly.

"Don't be afraid! It's no big deal. Any Class D pollutant can take care of these things."

This was a stonemason who happened to not leave. As managers, they were authorized to take contaminants with them, and one of them happened to come in handy and helped the stonemason deal with the attacking spirit.

He knew very well that if so many people completely dispersed, the consequences would be disastrous, so he would rather risk being discovered and speak out to warn them.

Under the organization of the stonemason, other craftsmen temporarily transferred the test samples from the warehouse. As expected, these ghosts were unable to break through the pollutants. They felt relieved. There was nothing else in the base, but the test samples were the most! They could have several of them. Although these ghosts were huge in number, they were weak and could not break through their defenses at all.

The situation stabilized immediately, and the ghosts were defeated. Gloria's eyes fell on the stonemason, and the puppet in her arms flashed slightly. The momentum of several ghosts suddenly changed, and they roared and rushed towards each other.

Gloria smiled softly: "It doesn't matter. It seems that our two hostages are not very honest. Someone leaked the information. Forget it. It doesn't make any difference."

The actual attack power of these souls is not strong, and it is actually easy to deal with them. If the craftsmen were only at this level, they would have been annihilated by the Noble Association long ago. Apart from other things, these people didn't even take out a Class B pollutant. Are they really playing a game?

Since she has been given the opportunity, don't blame her for using ruthless tactics. The so-called luring the enemy deep into your territory can easily turn into inviting a wolf into your house.

The lantern flickered softly, and the souls that had just dispersed gathered again within the range of the light and rushed towards the enemy again.

The human soul is composed of good and evil. Even if the soul dissipates, these two energies still exist between heaven and earth.

For Gloria, although she cannot be truly resurrected, it is not difficult to collect these energies and patch them together. She only needs to use some of the good and evil she has collected before as glue in the process.

You can call it a repair or a replacement. It's hard to restore a soul perfectly, but these evil spirits only want revenge and don't care what happens to them. There's a lot of room for this.

Then, the craftsmen discovered something strange.

These undead were not very powerful, but there were so many of them that they kept coming. They killed them until their hands were numb, but the other side was still charging.

Even scarier than a powerful enemy are undead enemies. When these enemies hate someone very much, the situation becomes even more difficult.

Yes, these ghosts can't cause much damage, but they can make people confused, crazy, and even attack their companions. Some of these ghosts are more lethal and can bite off a piece of flesh with one bite.

At the same time, the doll that Gloria had placed in the room started to move. It jumped off the table, its body grew in the wind, and in an instant it became the size of an adult.

The fleeing craftsman suddenly saw a dark figure at the other end of the corridor. He thought without a second thought: "Come here quickly, it's safe here!"

As expected, the black figure heard the call and walked towards him. As the distance between them shortened, the craftsman suddenly noticed something was wrong.

Do any of us wear these black robes?

Just as the thought crossed his mind, the black figure moved faster and faster, and came directly in front of him. The eyes outlined in scarlet paint stared straight at him, and the mouth opened into a huge arc. A pair of scarred hands stretched out from the black cuffs, holding a black scale.

“It’s a deal.”

"What would you give in exchange for your life?"

The craftsman got goosebumps when he heard the faint voice. He attacked subconsciously, but the opponent did not react at all, only his weird smile became more terrifying. The paint dripped down like flowing blood.

"What would you give in exchange for your life?"

What would you give in exchange for... your life?

This question came out of nowhere. The black-robed merchant didn't get the answer he wanted, so he turned the scale in his hand into a sickle and chopped at the other man's neck. The cold light reflected in his eyes, and under the threat of death, the craftsman suddenly came to his senses, subconsciously closed his eyes and shouted:

"I am willing to exchange all the pollutants in my body for it!"

The sickle stopped in mid-air, cutting off only a few strands of hair. The craftsman felt that the other party had taken something from him. He opened his eyes tremblingly and saw the black-robed merchant turning around and leaving.

Survived, he survived!

The craftsman breathed a sigh of relief. No one had told him that such a monster was walking around.

As if remembering something, the craftsman suddenly raised his head and looked behind him with a pale face. Several ghosts rushed towards him.

“Aaaaaaaah!!”

The attack by the men in black robes was the last straw that crushed the camel. The craftsman had to shrink his defense circle and ask for help from the second underground floor.

Perhaps due to their management status, the operation mode of the craftsmen is very similar to that of the mechanical city. If there is nothing serious, few things will be reported to the second and third floors underground to prevent affecting important experiments. If there is a problem, the managers of the second and third floors will be notified in turn and people will be sent to solve it.

There are two types of promotions for craftsmen and blacksmiths: one is promotion as a bloodline, and the other is promotion based on research results. The former is specially designed to deal with this situation.

The manager of the second underground floor immediately notified the blacksmiths on this floor. The blacksmiths who were called in complained continuously and had to temporarily suspend their experiments.

"Damn it! Someone attacked at this time."

The female blacksmith was also notified. She held the doll in her hand, and her expression darkened.

This doll born from flesh and blood is very interesting. She is currently studying the function of this doll. How can she have time to care about such trivial matters? However, she cannot ignore it. Those carpenters are ordinary people. If there is a real problem, they, the bloodline people, will have to deal with it.

The female blacksmith had no choice but to stand up and said, "Go get the seal box and the silver chain, and put this away first. I'll be back in a while."

The two helpers did as they were told. They put the dolls in the box and calmed down. This was a minor problem for the assistant puppets. Without anyone's orders, they would usually remain on standby.

This gave the waiter an opportunity. When the surroundings became quiet, the sealed box suddenly began to shake. The silver chain slowly loosened, the lid of the box was pushed open from the inside, and the black-robed doll sat up. Threads of black air surged into its body, and the doll's alert became larger. The assistant dolls finally responded, but it was too late. The black sickle chopped off two heads.

The black-robed dolls held scales and began to wander aimlessly. They were not as numerous as the souls, but they were much more powerful and could easily crush enemies that the souls could not handle.

The black-robed doll left in the cart was the last to jump out. It came to the elevator and pressed the button humanely. As the floor dropped, the first batch of souls arrived at the second underground floor. The familiar scene stimulated them so much that their eyes turned red, and they launched an indiscriminate attack.

The wild laughter of the dead and the wailing of humans intertwined to form a symphony of horror. When doing experiments, these craftsmen never thought that they would be retaliated by the experimental subjects one day. More and more craftsmen encountered the merchants in black robes. Those who failed to react in time all lost their lives, and those who survived lost the pollutants on their bodies. Those who were lucky could find a nearby warehouse and get supplies in time. Those who were unlucky would encounter mad dead spirits around the corner.

Seeing this, the portal sighed: "As expected, when humans go crazy, there will be no more pollutants."

Although these undead are weak, ordinary people cannot harm them at all without pollutants!

Unlike the followers of the Black Mist, most of the craftsmen were ordinary people. After losing their greatest support, they could only become the targets of the revenge of the dead.

Soon, the craftsmen began to use more dangerous pollutants. Gloria was amazed. Although the craftsmen's individual abilities were weak and their methods were bloody, the things they researched were very interesting. If they were taken to the Mechanical City for research, it would definitely greatly improve the level of research on pollutants.

She did what she said, and while the hand artist was busy cleaning up the dead souls, she swept away all the research data and equipment in the room. This time, the portal was not concealed. Anyway, they knew they were coming, so what was the point of hiding?

Therefore, the style of the portal is quite wild.

Research data? Take it away!

Test piece? Take it away!

Materials? Take away!

Monster? Kill it and turn it into materials to take away!

Living people? Take them away, take them all away!

The main point is that the locusts left nothing alive when they passed through, and they even wanted to take the floor off and take it away. The method of taking it away also seemed very arbitrary, because there was a dragon camp there.

A dragonborn in the camp just opened the door casually and was hit in the face by a wooden box. Then, a mess of things spurted out and directly pressed the unlucky dragonborn to the bottom.

It doesn't matter if it can't be transmitted that far, we still have the Dragon Squad.

Several people looked at the black door that opened in the air in confusion. They were familiar with this door, but why was it spitting people out?

"This is the person Lord Orelius and Miss Gloria rescued. I leave it to you to deal with."

The teleporter didn't care about anything else. After delivering the message, he left without hesitation and went to Gloria to claim the credit. Gloria gave him a few compliments and appeared in front of a blacksmith in person.

Coincidentally, it was the blacksmith from before. She had just hammered away several undeads, her arm muscles bulged, and her expression was fierce and ruthless. Seeing the girl in front of her, she swung her hammer directly at her, and Gloria dodged lightly, and the other party began to look at her seriously.

"Who are you?"

The black-haired girl did not answer, and the lantern in her hand swayed. The blacksmith was surprised to find that golden threads were flowing out of her body. The soul used to possess the spirit returned to the girl's lantern and told her about the experience. Seeing this scene, the female blacksmith's face changed slightly.

Back in time, after the young carpenter separated from the people he was chatting with, the expressions of the other carpenters who were chatting changed immediately. They looked at each other and whispered, "Hurry up and inform the higher-ups, something has happened."

In fact, there is no street called "Moulin Rouge" in Bug City.

This is the code they use to confirm the situation.

These carpenters are not ordinary carpenters, they have another identity, they are inspectors responsible for patrol. If there is no situation, the respondent will leave directly, and only stop to chat if there is a situation.

After the inspector sent the information, the craftsmen quickly started an internal investigation. Not long after, Hai Shiz convened a brief meeting on the third underground floor.

Those who came to participate in the meeting were all managers and craftsmen. This was not the main base of the craftsmen, but it was also a large-scale branch. Heath spent a lot of effort on this. Looking around, the man said, "We have accurate information that a group of people have sneaked into the camp. What do you think?"

The craftsman sitting opposite frowned: "Didn't the Black Mist believers keep these guys out? Didn't we agree at the beginning that we would be responsible for research, and they would be responsible for providing raw materials and maintaining the environment?"

"The people coming this time are not ordinary people. We must be careful, otherwise there is a high possibility of capsizing."

After hearing what he said, the craftsmen discussed in low voices for a while, and then one of them said, "Why not catch the turtle in a jar? According to what you said, this wave of invaders is very strong, and they can be used as materials for the mobile core."

"You want to activate the mobile core at this time?"

"Now that we've been discovered, there's no point in hiding any longer. We might as well take this opportunity to start our plan. The Black Mist followers must have suffered heavy losses, and this is a good opportunity for us to do something about it."

In terms of power, the Black Mist followers are stronger than the craftsmen, after all, the latter are only specialized in research. But this does not mean that the craftsmen do not have their own little thoughts. Cooperating with the Black Mist followers is like fighting with a tiger for its skin. If they can chew off this hard bone, it will be a great supplement for the craftsmen. After absorbing the power of the Black Mist followers, they are even able to challenge higher.

The others thought about it for a moment and nodded in agreement.

Hazel finalized the plan and asked, "How was the last study?"

"The blood provided by the Black Mist believers is very special. It has a very strong ability to assimilate pollution. It is still in the experimental stage."

"The owner of that blood is still alive. Be careful during the experiment and keep things stable."

"Since everyone agrees, let's get started. Since we've made such a sacrifice, the Black Mist believers will certainly not be immune. They will provide us with other raw materials."

Following the order, a large number of carpenters and stonemasons were transferred to the most mysterious underground third floor, and the news of the invaders was distributed to those who came to support, including the female blacksmith. Seeing the girl in front of her, she cursed in her heart, not expecting that she would run into the invader directly.

I don't know what bloodline the opponent is from, a ghost of death? A dark floating? Or some other monster that inherited the elements of death and shadow?

All of them were difficult to handle. The female blacksmith turned around and ran without hesitation, throwing out several pollutants.

A straw doll fell to the ground and grew up, attacking Gloria, its ten fingers flashing black poisonous light. A red hair rope appeared silently on the girl's wrist, bringing down a strong restraint...

Before the girl could make a move, a door appeared in the air, swallowed all the things, and threw them to an unknown place. The female blacksmith caught a glimpse of this scene and her heart sank. She read the records thoroughly and recognized at a glance that this door was very similar to the out-of-control pollutant [portal gate]!

Not all uncontrolled pollutants are very powerful, but the portal is considered to be of the upper middle class. After it has its own consciousness, it becomes more and more elusive. It is impossible to fight against the person who has the portal, and it is impossible to run away. The female blacksmith made up her mind and cut open her skin with her backhand, revealing the chip underneath.

“Ding ding ding—”

The chip gave off a high-pitched alarm, as if reminding something. The blacksmith reluctantly threw it towards Gloria. With a bang, the smoke spread and the rolling white smoke enveloped the corridor.

Gloria was about to catch up when the ground beneath her feet suddenly shook.

Three underground floors.

The craftsmen in the base were more precious. Although the third underground floor occupied the largest area, most of it was a testing area, which could accommodate a large number of people. There were more than a thousand carpenters and stonemasons in the base, and excluding the necessary personnel for maintaining the base, there were more than 700 people gathered together.

“This is my first time on the third underground floor.”

"There must have been only a few people coming to this place before. We can only loosen up some things at best."

"Yes, this is my first time meeting Master [Smart Hands]. It must be something big."

The craftsmen were talking about it. "Smart Hand" was the honorific name of Hai Shiz among the craftsmen. Not long after, they saw a figure appear in front of them. Everyone fell silent and looked at him in awe.

"I'm glad to see you all gathered here. Under the leadership of the Sage, we have finally researched what the Black Mist believers need. I believe that many people know that the core of the Mechanical City is a crystal of wisdom that has been strengthened countless times. If we want to achieve the same effect, we can only rely on pollutants.

"Sadly, it lacks the most important thing. But that's okay, we have a wonder that the pre-black fog era didn't have: pollutants."

"Please devote your lives to our great cause."

Everyone had a bad feeling. As Hazel spoke, the floor opened up and a platform rose from it. In the center of the platform was a mechanical heart. It was made up of densely packed spherical machines, and at first glance it looked like it had long pupils.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The mechanical heart began to beat, and everyone who heard it felt dizzy. The heartbeat became faster and faster, and the whole person swelled up like an inflated body, and was directly squeezed and exploded from the inside by blood. The blood of hundreds of people flowed into the heart, nourishing it and making it even more weird.

Not only underground, but also many mutants on the ground suddenly stopped and chose to commit suicide without hesitation. Blood flowed everywhere in the City of Insects, blending with the public facilities built around it. Street lights, walls, various mechanical facilities... As long as they touched the blood, they would absorb it like a sponge, and a pool of red blood would gather in the underground city.

The mechanical heart beat vigorously, and the scarlet lines extended to the surroundings like a living thing. Its speed was extremely fast, and it left the room in the blink of an eye and soaked every underground place in the city of insects.

It has to be said that Heise is a very thoughtful person. The core of the design of the mechanical city is to put the city under the jurisdiction of the core, thereby achieving high intelligence and turning the city into an indispensable part of the sky city. Heise's approach is simpler and more brutal: Don't you want a mobile city? Then I will make the worm city fly.

The spherical device can release pollution and activate the underground soil of the Bug City through inspiration extracted from blood.

Red lines soaked through the soil and slowly took shape. The whole city began to tremble, like a carrot being pulled up.

The previous ground shaking was just the beginning. A large number of mechanical guards rushed out and surrounded the girl.

The female blacksmith disappeared, and not only that, there was no living person on the first or second underground floors. The battle just now seemed like a dream.

The girl's expression became serious. The dead souls didn't have much fighting power, and were mainly used to create chaos. The rest were either mentally strong or mechanical puppets, and were difficult to influence. The three dolls could still be used, but they were not enough to take care of the whole situation.

This is also the biggest limitation of Gloria's ability. She can only affect life with souls. In a way, machines are her mortal enemy. The more people there are, the better it is for her. She snorted, turned around and ran. Using the portal, she got rid of these troublemakers.

Not only underground, but also in the Insect City, mechanical guards rushed in from all directions, like an endless metal ocean.

Aurelius, who was fighting the gravekeeper, also ran into trouble.

The curse was rising, and the high concentration of adrenaline stimulated his nerves, making him completely ignore the pain. The red-haired young man's fighting style became more and more crazy, and it became a complete exchange of injuries.

As soon as he starts to operate the vest, he will be wrapped in murderous intent and rush towards the enemy. This feeling is like an irresistible warm quilt in the cold winter, and the tempting aroma of food when you are about to starve to death. The process of killing is simply so comfortable that it is unimaginable. Whether it is slashing or being slashed, as long as you smell the smell of blood, your body will move involuntarily. The thorn pattern on the long sword emits a dazzling light, helping the owner to scare the enemy. The terrifying murderous aura like a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood has almost condensed into a substance, and those who are a little weaker will be scared to death. Equal or even higher-level beings will also be affected by it and cannot exert their full strength.

Not to mention the bloody river created by the murderous aura, in which all the creatures killed by Orelius were floating. A huge blood-red tree stood in the center, with countless wailing insects entangled in its roots. Countless monsters, under the orders of the killer, cast all the pain of death on the enemy in front of them, and directly gnawed at the opponent's spirit.

To be honest, it feels pretty good to lose my brain, and the boost in strength is even better.

Mason was a little addicted, but he immediately came to his senses. This is the benefit of opening multiple accounts. Although it is easy to get addicted to the invincible killing in Oreius, the coldness from Canaan immediately cooled his mind.

No, no, there is a problem.

How could I follow the vest's thinking completely? I am obviously the leader.

Only then did he realize that the thorn pattern on the sword was climbing up at an extremely slow speed. The eerie red color was as dazzling as blood, making his brain completely clear.

No matter how much mental effort he tried to put in, Mason had to admit one thing.

The vest of Aurelius has gotten a little out of control.

It doesn't mean that it is out of control, but even if he is controlling it, this vest will slowly be affected by the curse and start the invincible killing mode.

This was not a sudden change, but a long-term accumulation. Killing provided the soil, the whispers of the dead souls in the sea of ​​blood influenced his will, and the confrontation with the gravekeeper became the last straw that made him desire power from the bottom of his heart, and he unknowingly accepted the improvement brought by the curse.

If a person does not feel pain, will not retreat, and has immense power, then he is an unparalleled weapon.

Ordinary people would run away, but he would not; ordinary people would be afraid, but he was fearless. He only had eyes for victory, until he was completely lost in blood. He stepped on numerous bones to achieve the throne. You can refuse once, twice, but when you desire victory, you will definitely be affected and eventually become a cursed puppet.

Mason let out a long sigh after figuring this out. Unless he never had to fight with Orelius again, something bad would happen sooner or later.

But is this possible?

"You're distracted, but that's not a bad thing. You look like you've figured out something important."

"We are not enemies, we are just people walking on different paths. I do not approve of your path, just as you do not approve of mine."

“Isn’t that the enemy?”

The red-haired young man rolled his eyes and became more ruthless. The gravekeeper could clearly feel that the opponent's strength was constantly improving during the battle, which was a very terrifying thing.

How great it would have been if these geniuses had appeared twenty years earlier, no, ten years earlier, and had been there when the black fog first struck back.

Unfortunately, it is too late now. The gravekeeper sighed and dared not be careless anymore.

Oleus dared to exchange injuries for injuries, but he didn't dare. This body was already full of wounds, and it had to be well maintained before completing the goal.

One side is hesitant, while the other side becomes more courageous. The outcome is already determined.

Once he realized that Aurelius was in trouble and Gloria was restricted, Mason was ready for something new.

If you want to play, play big!

Above the glorious and splendid divine realm, the current god opened his eyes.

One pupil is as blue as the sea, the other is as deep as the night.

The silver hair is as smooth as silk, the facial features are exquisite and perfect, and the temperament is holy and mysterious. Sitting high on the throne, bathed in the praises of all living beings. Absorbing all pollution, and then feeding it back to believers with heavenly energy.

Looking down, there was a wound between his chest and waist, with flesh and blood turned outward, revealing a pair of tightly closed eyes. He looked like a baby sleeping soundly in the mother's womb, or like a young butterfly waiting to break out of its cocoon.

Pollution is its amniotic fluid, and one day it will hatch an irresistible monster. Fortunately, He is still sleeping soundly now, and can even provide huge energy to the "cocoon".

Canaan reached out and grasped the longbow that appeared out of thin air, and drew an arrow from the air with his left hand. This was not a minor fight like before, but an attack by the new god who inherited the power of the twelve righteous gods, aiming at the target with authority.

Before, this would have been impossible. Let's not talk about whether the Twelve Gods would fire into the black mist for no reason and provoke the Monster Lord. Just where to fire was a problem.

There is no point in attacking an open area, and the target cannot be seen through the black fog by the monster master. Even if there are believers praying, the thread of faith will be blocked in the black fog and cannot be transmitted to the ears of the gods. So it is meaningless, really meaningless.

Therefore, even the gravekeeper never thought that one day he would be able to see the light in the darkness.