10 a.m., Federal Mountains, inside an abandoned house on the outskirts of Honavitch University.
Besik, who took off his black robe and put on a neat black windbreaker, placed a bronze carving knife with patterns of curly grass and lantern grass on the table. A large hole was exposed in the top roof. He waited for the warm sunshine at noon. Shoot straight up.
In order to ensure that there were no mistakes, he moved carefully and very gently during this process, until the sun shone and the pale pink fluorescence gathered from all directions and poured into the pattern.
After doing all this, he walked to the corner of the room, where there was a full-length mirror.
In the mirror, Besik's silver hair was neatly combed sideways, and his blue eyes were no longer lazy.
His face was rather thin and angular, and his whole aura had become extremely unfamiliar compared to before.
Sighing secretly, he took out the telegram report from the pocket of his coat, which listed extremely dazzling reports.
Report 1: 9643 Extraordinary train was attacked by extraordinary forces. Octavian, Candace, Fay Edwarda and other gods' favored persons came to the world, and they were suspected of pointing at the target of the attack, Venusson van der Rohe.
Report 2: The Bishop of the Church of Tranquility, Ruan Jiesi, was contaminated by the Mother Goddess of Desire, causing the black goat cubs to descend. The clergy team of the Church of the Four Gods was severely damaged, and the Night Watch team was almost completely wiped out.
Report 3: Elena, a member of the Night Watch, sacrificed to trigger the descent of the gods, and the Gray Queen came to the mainland.
Report 4: The Honavitch University Points Hunting Competition was attacked by the secret organization church, Lunatic Asylum No. 8, the Church of the Mother of Desire, and the Church of the Plague, triggering the arrival of the projection of an unknown mythical creation, and the spearhead was suspected to be directed at Venusson van der Rohe.
Captain, Frank, Elena, Kane, Bergrit...
A personal name echoes in the old and dilapidated house, echoing in the floors, walls and ceilings that show traces of corrosion, and also echoes in Besik's heart.
There had never been a moment before when he was more impressed by these names than now, and felt that they were so far apart.
After he was decontaminated by the archbishop at the Honavitch Church headquarters, he immediately received news that the Night Watchmen had suffered a devastating blow.
In the almost solidified atmosphere, Besik took out a contract from the upper side pocket of his black windbreaker, covering it with the pair of dark red seals, with the name of Vinassen van der Rohe clearly written on it.
At this moment, from the corner of his eye, he saw that the carving knife had stopped absorbing sunlight, and a pair of small wings vaguely appeared on its back.
"This is what the captain has left for you, Vinasson van der Rohe. I hope you will not disappoint the captain's expectations."
In the heavy and depressing feeling, Besik seemed to hear Captain Joseph's instructions:
"If I die in the line of duty, then the safety of this city will be entrusted to you."
"Captain." As soon as Besik opened his mouth, he was stunned by his own voice for a few seconds. It was so hoarse and low, like the voice of someone who had been smoking cigarettes for decades.
"The bishops at the church headquarters can suppress my pollution to a minimum. You will be fine. No matter how seriously injured you are, they will definitely be able to heal you."
Besik whispered, and in the silent and dilapidated room, he walked back to the table, picked up the carving knife on it, and then inserted it into the contract with the name of Vinassin Van der Rohe, and then closed it. The eyes extend spirituality into this sealed object.
With just a trace of spread, he immediately felt the tyranny and greed of the carving knife, as if there was a stomach that could never be filled. But the strange thing was that every time the power spread to the dark red seal, it quickly spread again. He shrank back, looking so docile, not daring to show even a trace of resistance or malice, as if he were just an ordinary carving knife.
When a night watchman joins the job, he will receive a level 3 sealed object of his own. This carving knife was left by the captain to Weinerson.
This sealed object is too strange. The speed at which it devours spiritual power is not comparable to that of a level 3 sealed object.
After thinking for a moment, Bexi raised his head, and without too much entanglement, he threw the carving knife with the contract in the direction of the direct sunlight.
"Go find your new owner, and remember not to play tricks, otherwise the Great Underground Tomb will be your final destination."
As soon as he finished speaking, Besik heard unwilling shouts and angry voices in his ears, which seemed to be provoking.
Twisted, ferocious, and wailing skeletal faces immediately emerged from his inspiration. These "faces" were covered with skin and flesh that had everted out, and there were bloodstains on the bones, as if they had been stabbed open with a sharp weapon. All the same, full of sadness and madness that people cannot bear to witness.
Do you have emotions... no, do you have the trait of being alive?
Besik flipped his palm and took out an ancient bronze lamp. The crimson fire slowly rose, dispersing the scene in his inspiration.
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Honavitch University, comprehensive teaching building!
At noon, Weinerson took the list signed by Wright and walked to the underground weapons depot.
Today is New Year, and the school is decorated with lights and decorations everywhere. The gentlemen are wearing black tuxedos and half-high silk hats, and the ladies are wearing evening gowns, stockings, and high heels. They are all waiting for the night to fall and celebrate this unforgettable night.
However, Weinerson was asked by Wright to strengthen his training. Today he must use his mental power to shoot 300 crimson bullets. This is obviously an extremely hard exercise for a Sequence 3 mathematician. Not only must he control the bullets accurately, For balance, you also need to calculate the accuracy and the attenuation of the bullet when it is fired.
He pushed open the half-open bronze door and suddenly saw Gray with a thick beard sitting at the table behind the door.
"Professor Gray, why are you here?"
Weinerson was obviously startled for a moment, then quickly stepped forward and handed over the application form.
"300 rounds of crimson bullets."
While speaking, he glanced at the thick book on the table, and his nose seemed to smell a familiar smell.
"Ancient books?"
Gray glanced at Weinerson's expression, frowned reluctantly, and sighed:
"Oh, it's little Weinerson. Today is the New Year, why are you still here at the training ground?"
Uh, Professor Gray, why aren't you still here like me... Weinerson cursed slightly, then said with a smile on his lips:
"It's like this. Teacher Wright asked me to complete 300 rounds of shooting training today before I can go to the New Year's dinner."
"Professor Wright's training is still so strict, but it's no wonder that you can win the hunting competition in one fell swoop, even if there are dirty rats causing trouble. Not bad, not bad. I have approved the order. Go and practice quickly. There are people in the evening. There are many beautiful ladies, remember to seize the opportunity."
Gray took out his pen and quickly signed the form, Gray Dawson! Then he took out a full 300 rounds of crimson bullets from the cabinet behind him.
After taking the list and bullets, Weinerson paused and said, "Professor Gray, may I ask, which book are you reading?"
"Nothing, it's just an ancient book from the last era. You should have heard of the name God Killer Cybertron. This book was compiled by him. According to the research of relevant scholars, it should be a book about the ability of blasphemous cards. Books, unfortunately, I can’t understand the words on them at all.”
It is indeed something from Cybertron, no wonder it feels so familiar when I see it.
"Professor Gray, can you lend it to me?"
"Yes, you can, but I advise you not to delve too deeply into it. The symbols on it will make you dizzy if you look at them for too long. Even I sometimes can't do it if I look at them too much."
"Okay, I remember Professor Gray."
Weinerson responded while picking up this thick ancient book. When he turned the first page, the description above made his facial expression completely collapse.
"Article 1 of the Middle-aged Male Charm Cultivation Manual: How to Make a Married Young Woman Fall in Love with Me..."
