On this night, people all over the world were immersed in the joy of the festival, and the Thunder Light Regiment camp outside Sanchahe City was no exception.
The barracks were decorated with lights and colorful decorations. The mercenaries were sitting on both sides of the long table, drinking heavily and making loud noises. It was very lively.
Whole goats and calves are grilled over the fire, which is both warm and fragrant.
However, compared to the bustle in the barracks, the big tent in the middle was cold, dark and lonely.
"Uh, uh!"
The bright moonlight shone through the skylight, and a vague shadow could be seen struggling on the ground, making low roars from time to time.
"Zizzizi!"
In the darkness, a circular mark suddenly lit up, like red-hot charcoal, flickering on and off, accompanied by the smell of burnt flesh.
"Ahhh!"
Whenever the mark turns orange and red, the painful sound will be multiplied several times, becoming heart-wrenching.
"Brother, it's a holiday today, why don't you go have a drink?"
"Brothers are waiting for you."
A sturdy figure walked into the military tent, looked around, and then found the regiment commander on the ground and hurriedly ran over.
Huo Zui turned on the night light on the table and saw that Tie Nuo's face was pale, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, and his hair and back were soaked with sweat.
"That mark happened again?" Huo Zui's eyes widened with concern.
"I'm fine." Tie Nuo sat up with difficulty and waved his hand towards him.
"What a bastard!" Looking at his elder brother who was about to collapse, Huo Zui was furious. He smashed his fist on the ground and cursed through gritted teeth, "What a fucking ghost!"
"Just go over there and it'll be fine." Tie Nuo patted Huo Zui's shoulder and consoled him.
Huozui helped Tie Nuo up and onto a chair, and then asked, "Have the attacks become more and more frequent recently?"
Tie Nuo nodded. The mark on his body was left by the Gluttonous Lord that day. As long as he is alive, he will fight until death and never give up.
Every time an attack occurs, the marks will become hot and burn the skin. And his consciousness fell into boundless darkness, cold to the bone, as if a pair of eyes were staring at him from the depths of the darkness. The terrifying aura is like an abyss, bottomless.
Even as tough as he is, it's hard to resist. Under the huge pressure, the spirit is like a taut thread, ready to collapse and go crazy at any time.
He doesn't know how long he can hold on, but if he survives for one day, he will fight to the end until the moment the fire of life goes out.
It is precisely because of this mark that he, who has advanced to the Holy Realm, dare not communicate with the undercurrent of time and space. Once communicated, he would be targeted. The other party will gain access to this world by devouring him. He would rather give up and become stronger than let that evil existence succeed.
"Is there no other way?" Huo Zui clenched his fists with great grief and anger, "Can we just watch helplessly as a living person is consumed to death!"
He felt sad in his heart, facing the existence in the undercurrent of time and space, how insignificant they were.
"Don't worry, I won't die so easily." Tie Nuo grabbed Huozui's shoulders firmly and looked at his old friend firmly.
"How about we go to the White Tower Academy and find Lumsden? He is the guardian of mankind. He will definitely find a way." Huozui seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw.
Tie Nuo smiled warmly, shook his head and said, "We are not related to him, so there is no reason to bother him."
"Moreover, the Great Sage is the great sage of the world and the guardian of all mankind, not the guardian of our small mercenary group. His time is far more precious than our lives."
"But..." Huo Zui stopped talking.
"Don't trouble others if you can solve it yourself." Tie Nuo stood up and said, "Let's go have a drink. I haven't had a good drink with you this year." After saying that, he walked out of the camp without looking back.
Looking at the broad shoulders disappearing behind the door curtain, Huo Zui took a deep breath, got up, and chased out with his head shaking.
"I'm going to drink you down today!"
"Hahaha, just you? In the next life!"
Just as the two men were arm-in-arm, provoking each other, at a place in the north of the Dragonstone Mountains, on the former battlefield, torches were burning, illuminating the scorched earth without any vegetation.
There was a huge six-pointed star painted on the ground, and a man in black robe stood in the middle, muttering something.
“Mighty, proud, unrivaled King of darkness, hear the call of your faithful servant.”
"We have prepared a grand banquet for you, with heads as cups, blood as wine, bones as plates, and flesh and blood as dishes. We look forward to your visit..."
While he was chanting, a truck backed away slowly, raised its rear bracket, and the corpses in the truck poured out, piling up into a hill in the middle of the six-pointed star.
They were all fresh corpses, and the blood was still warm and flowing everywhere.
They were old and young, male and female, with their eyes wide open and unwilling to close their eyes. All the people from a refugee tribe are here.
"Master Qin, no, Master Qin!"
An old man stumbled over and threw himself in front of the pile of corpses, kowtowing desperately and saying, "What a sin, what a sin!"
"Teacher, this is a necessary sacrifice." A young voice came from the black hood. The tone is gentle, but to the ears, it makes people's hair stand on end.
The old man was grief-stricken. With trembling hands, he pointed at the young man and cried, "Qin Wu, Qin Wu, how could you become like this? These are all living people!"
"Teacher, you are no longer keeping up with the times." The voice in the hood was calm and indifferent, as if there was no emotion. "If you want to achieve great things, you have to make sacrifices."
"What are you sacrificing?" the old man said sadly, "What you are sacrificing are other people's lives!"
"So what? As long as you can gain strength, why not?"
"They are suffering in this world." The young man put his hands behind his back and faced the moon proudly. "They should thank me. It was me who made their rotten lives valuable."
His voice was cold, as if he were giving alms from above.
"Qin Wu, you are crazy, you are really crazy!"
The old man opened his hands, looked up at the sky, and cried loudly, "Oh my God, open your eyes! Why did I teach such a student with a human face and a beast's heart? What sin did I commit in my previous life? You want to do this to me!"
As he spoke, the old man looked ferocious and struggled to get up. He had lost his mind and grabbed the young man's neck with both hands.
"puff!"
The bright tip of the knife emerged from the old man's back, becoming increasingly pale under the moonlight. The old man's eyes widened and he slowly fell down, refusing to rest in peace.
"Teacher, rest in peace." The young man knelt down, smoothed the old man's eyes, and sighed, "Teacher, you don't know my sacrifice..."
"I sacrificed time for the holidays and had a reunion dinner with my family. Isn't it enough to come all the way here on New Year's Eve?"
"Teacher, I'm not crazy, it's the world that's crazy."
"You always told me that if you want to be a great man, you must take the world as your responsibility."
"But if this world isn't mine, what's the point?"
"Why should I meddle in other people's business? Why should I care about other people's life and death?"
"If this world is not mine, then even if it is destroyed, what does it have to do with me!"
The young man pulled out the sharp knife, wiped it on his clothes, and put the knife back into its sheath. With a casual kick, he kicked the old man's body to the edge of the corpse pile and started chanting again.
"O mighty, proud, unrivaled King of darkness, hear the call of your faithful servant..."
The blood flowed into the grooves drawn on the ground, and a bloody six-pointed star pattern gradually formed.
The wind was blowing, the stars were dim, and the moonlight was obscured by dark clouds. The dark world seemed to be covered with a deeper layer, becoming darker and deeper.
There were obscure whispers in my ears, densely packed, sometimes far and sometimes near, as if deep in purgatory, with malicious eyes everywhere.
At the same time, Tienuo, who was drinking with his brothers, felt that the mark was getting hot. Within a few breaths, it became extremely hot.
He excused himself to relieve himself, got up and left the table, walked out of the barracks, and when he reached a place where no one could see him, he immediately accelerated and ran towards the outside of the camp.
"Zizzizi!"
A large amount of white smoke came out of the mark, and the smell of burnt flesh hit his nostrils.
"Uh, uh!"
This time, the attack was more severe than any before, and the mark was extremely painful, as if it was about to be melted.
He gritted his teeth suddenly, and his body quickly grew in size, transforming into a steel giant and running wildly across the fields.
After running several kilometers in one breath, Tienuo fell down on the weeds, panting like an ox.
Looking back, there were only a few sparks left in the fire at the Thunder Light Group's camp.
The burning of the mark continues to intensify, as if it is about to burst out of the body, but the consciousness is like falling into an ice cave. It is so cold that the teeth are chattering. It is cold and hot, making people almost crazy and collapse.
"Uh, uh!"
Tienuo endured the severe pain of burning, stood up, and pulled out the combat dagger from his waist.
The sharp blade reflected a bearded face that was tormented by illness and turned into a human shape.
Only those eyes are still deep and bright, resolute and resolute!
In the boundless darkness and coldness, a pair of scarlet eyes suddenly opened.
The terrifying aura is like an abyss and a sea, like huge waves hitting rocks and rubble. The sea of consciousness is dark and dim. The crystal wall of consciousness is covered with cobwebs and cracks, and it is on the verge of collapse.
"I'm not afraid of you."
"I wasn't afraid before, I'm not afraid now, and I won't be afraid in the future!"
Tie Nuo said in a deep voice, holding the dagger behind his back and slowly raising it.
"Shen Guangming, I tried my best."
The scarlet eyes gradually enlarged, and the outline behind him became clearer and clearer.
"Roar!"
A thunderous roar came from the void, as if the whole world was trembling.
The area of black shadows on the ground is getting bigger and bigger, and the tiny humans are like ants under the boulder, watching the entire sky press down.
It's just that this ant's back is straight, its head is raised, and it stands upright.
Under the moonlight, the shadow of the giant beast was thick and dark, gradually transforming into a real entity. The surrounding wind suddenly rose, grass and trees flew everywhere, and the huge pressure was overwhelming.
Tie Nuo's muscles all over his body tensed with anger, he roared to the sky, and with determination in his heart, he stabbed his chest with a knife.
He is the channel. If the channel is cut off, the other party will have to go back.
But at this moment, a crisp cry resounded through the sky.
The sound of gold and jade penetrates the clouds and cracks the rocks, like a sword piercing the sky, and the rainbow penetrates the sun, invincible.
In the darkness, a green light flew out, as small as a firefly's fire, and as fast as a meteor flying lightning. In an instant, it cut through the sky and pecked hard towards the huge pupils.
"Ouch!"
Blood splattered from his eyes, and the Gluttonous Lord seemed to have been greatly hurt, and howled in pain.
It was furious and its six arms flapped wildly. That fluorescent light was extremely flexible, flying up and down in an arc, nimbly dodging all the attacks, and pecked at the eye pupils again.
Taking a closer look, it turned out to be a green bird.
After several successful attacks, the giant beast slapped it with six palms continuously, and the bird avoided it one after another. However, the giant beast's palm was too big, and it was ultimately weak and unable to fly out of the palm.
"Snapped!"
With both palms clapping together, the fireflies went out and the world returned to darkness.
The giant beast roared, and the shadow on the ground expanded rapidly.
Tie Nuo felt something in his heart and looked at the shadow of the giant beast above.
In an instant, the crisp cry echoed throughout the world.
Countless birds flew out from the mark, making roaring noises. The birds turned into hurricanes and swept towards the giant beast.
The sacred bird Qingluan.
Where there is darkness there must be light.
According to legend, it is the messenger of God, the predecessor of the phoenix, the sustenance of ideals, and the witness of true love. The place where bluebirds fly is the paradise of hope. Those who see bluebirds will gain happiness.
There are countless dangers lurking in the undercurrent of time and space, but there are also corners of warmth and kindness.
They wander in the cold darkness, looking for the light of the past. The heroes' dusk songs are like lights in the dark night, attracting them to come for help.
In an instant, tens of thousands of blue birds pecked at the giant beast, and blood flowers flew as densely as stars. The giant beast howled in pain and flapped wildly, but to no avail. It was like a black bear being chased and bitten by a swarm of bees. It screamed repeatedly, and the sound became farther and farther away.
At the same time, in the mountain forest thousands of kilometers away from here, a huge magic circle appeared with green light, and countless birds flew out, surrounding the man in black robe and pecking desperately.
"Ahhh!"
The man in black robe was pecked until pieces of his cloth were torn to pieces, and he was covered in blood. He rolled and crawled and fled.
When everything was over, the blue bird flew back into the mark, and the original blood-red texture was covered with a layer of cyan flowers.
The last bluebird rested on the broad shoulder, welcoming the dawn and illuminating the earth.
