The flame burned quietly on the Laughing Man's mask.
Not only that, the rusty heart that was loyally suspended next to the Laughing Man was also ignited at this moment. The stagnant gears were struggling to rotate, and the flames were tightly entangled on it.
What more can be said? Sean Dickinson has had enough. In the black mansion, he clenched his teeth tightly. Although his body would not be destroyed by the flames, the pain of being burned was real. What more can be said? After trying to ignore the tragic fate of those less fortunate, he finally felt he had had enough and understood who his enemy really was.
Bullshit rules that haven’t changed for thousands of years have allowed the poor to survive in a fucked up world where they can only survive in silence and numbness.
Although he didn't know whether Shawshank Rogers' body could still walk out of Donald's Brewery, he had already made up his mind at the center of the fire that happened thousands of years ago -
He wants to use the pen of journalistic investigation to pierce the fig leaf of this world, and he wants to speak out for the poor. He wants to become the strongest explorer, and he wants to change the world.
Although the current situation was terrible, he was glad that he was involved in Long Island Bill's affairs.
He finally understood why he came here. It’s not the result of repeated weighing, he just wants to come! He wants to put an end to everything that started from Midnight Paradise, and he wants to rush into the farthest backstage fearlessly.
If he knew what kind of insurmountable monster was behind all this, he would make himself stronger, so strong that he could point his sword at the tip of the monster's nose.
It was his silent declaration of war.
The tall figure that had been burned by the flames for a long time raised his eyes like a man returning from hell, piercing deeply into the back of the god of wine.
The white fingers without calluses brushed the strings, and a leisurely and clear rhyme floated among the chaotic shouts inside and outside the city.
As if everything in front of him wasn't morbid enough, Phoebedis's pierced chest had not healed, and the white robe on his chest was stained red. But the emperor who played the piano seemed unaware of this, just immersed in his own epic fantasy.
The black clouds in the sky seemed to be too heavy, sinking into the world in large groups.
The air, which was clearly heated by the fire, became inexplicably freezing cold. All the ministers and soldiers, including the king, felt a sinister wind pouring into the inner city like a real thing.
Even if the whole city was lit on fire, it would not be enough to dispel the coldness. Black mist surged onto the terrace. The emperor's accomplices whispered and turned around in fear. In the dark garden of the inner city, they saw a blood-freezing figure...
The figure was wearing a black robe and carrying a sickle as big as a crescent moon. It walked step by step in the darkness, and the black clouds hanging to the ground were like mudslides, rolling in following his footsteps, instantly withering everything.
It's the God of Death! Death is coming quietly!
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About three minutes ago.
The three representatives of the undead and Bill arrived under the terrace. They looked up at the face of Dionysus illuminated by the firelight, and the Laughing Man who was controlled by Dionysus and whose whole body was burning.
The assassination attempt by the strongest among them failed to kill the Wandering God. After entering the dusty workshop, bad luck continued to befall him. From the rain of flowers in the sky to the wedding banquet, and then to the city-burning fire... the crazy godhead of Dionysus is incredibly powerful.
If the Laughing Man had died here, they might have been annihilated in front of the God of Dionysus before they even saw Talot, the God of Spring...
Faced with such a situation, the Agent of the Dead made up her mind - if sacrifice was necessary, she would be willing to sacrifice herself for the ultimate victory.
"Use that one," she whispered.
Holy Night Executioner and Sleepless Midnight did not answer. They just turned their heads and looked at their captain with disbelief.
"Cinde...are you sure?" Sleepless Midnight's voice was a little urgent, "We haven't seen Tarot yet, are we going to use 'Dead Night' here?"
"If the Laughing Man dies, this raid will be over..." The runes on the face of the undead agent have ignited with dark green light, and she began to recruit ghost energy, starting a transgression that was definitely not at their level. Prepare.
"We alone have no chance of winning against Talo. We can only defeat Phoebedis with all our strength and leave the rest of the way to the one and only King."
The agent's thinking was clear, and the two teammates had no disagreements.
Bill on the side seemed to have finally suppressed the creature that was about to go berserk in his body, but this had already drained his energy. The ominous purple-blue roots had spread and occupied the lower half of his face. His eyes were wandering and his face was covered with sweat. , it is not easy to maintain your sanity standing here. Within his field of vision, the miraculous sight of Phoebedis was superimposed on the dazzling scene in the sea of ether, and strange knowledge that did not belong to him was filling his mind... If there are explorers from the Black Book series here, they will know the person in front of them. Due to the long-term symbiosis with the creatures from the alien abyss, his body has undergone some irreversible changes.
He can no longer be called Bill, but the will of the Avenger on Long Island still supports this indefinable body.
The agent and his party looked sadly at the ordinary people around them, but they no longer had the energy to take care of him. The "Witch Hunt" has become like a candle in the wind. Without disturbing "Nero"'s wonderful fantasy on the terrace, in order to rescue the Laughing Man, they quietly disappeared into the garden.
Except for Katherine Headey, no Queen-level team can create "miracles" without using amplification props, and even today's Sean Dickinson cannot do it.
However, when the Undead Agent formed his own team, he had some special plans. A veteran explorer who pays a little attention will find that there is some strange connection between the two teammates she is looking for, plus her own mask, and the three masks.
The agents of the undead, the holy night executioners and the sleepless midnight form a night scene with a strong atmosphere of death.
What the junior explorers don't know is that there are actually hidden connections between certain masks, and if this connection can be discovered and a team can be formed...
You can gain super-standard power with a smaller soul size.
Taking the undead agent as the main axis, the miracle they developed is called "Dead Night", which means "the night when death comes".
But after all, it is Xiaoboda, and its miracles are small in size. They can only summon the incarnation of the gods, but cannot maintain the corresponding scenes. Therefore, they cannot be named by formal names and can only be replaced by abbreviations.
However, even this reduced version of the miracle would come at an immeasurable cost to their team——
Because they transgress with their weak souls, after the God of Death appears and completes his mission, he will make a life bet with the main summoner.
Once you are unlucky, the price for overstepping is death.
Therefore, the shock shown before Sleepless Midnight is actually understandable. However, as the agent said, they must leave the road behind to the Laughing Man.
In the dark garden, tall palm trees and various damp shrubs isolated the tragic scene of the fire burning the city, and the cries of the people seemed far away. With such an effect, it is no wonder that the emperor's accomplices can feel so at ease.
The three explorers, who were silent in the atmosphere, looked lifeless, and the outlines of their bodies melted into the darkness.
Sleepless Midnight serves as a witness in this ancient ritual. He closed his eyes and placed three fingers on his forehead and cheekbones respectively, hypnotizing himself deeply. When he opened his eyes again, he had turned into a night owl staying on the treetops, staring into the deepest part of the darkness with his eyes.
The person who plays the role of the priest is the Holy Night executioner. He exhaled a breath of cold air that seemed to be substantial, turned the iron chain, and smashed the steel coffin on his back into the soil. It could almost be traced back to the ancient pronunciation of the Mesopotamia period when writing was just born. It was like an ancient relic that traveled through time. Through the execution The author's throat descended into this world, outlining the legendary River Styx, Hades and the Black Pyramid...
The person who welcomes you is the representative of the dead. She has restrained her original human qualities, and the inscriptions on her skull mask representing daily soul accumulation have receded like a countdown, in exchange for the strong Hellfire burning on her body, like a giant ferry waiting respectfully on the other side of the Styx. crow……
Bill, who was asked to stand far away, blinked. Originally, his attention was completely attracted by the wonders in the sea of ether, but suddenly he felt a deep chill and heard an ominous chant, so he had to turn his attention to the darkness that the three of them had specially left open...
...Is it an illusion? Bill's eyes, stained by the confused starlight, suddenly opened wide... He saw it!
He saw a huge black door in the thickest darkness. Amid the trembling welcome of the agent, the black door engraved with legendary scenes suddenly opened!
