Cheers of applause rang out from the crowd in the assembly hall, and sunlight poured in through the large floor-to-ceiling windows on the east wall, illuminating Balbo, who was giving a speech, and his robes.

He is about to become the chief of the Ouroboros Ring, but he is engaged in a fierce inner struggle, and he seems to be a little powerless in this struggle.

Balbo, who forced himself not to grin, felt like his head was about to explode, but even so, the corners of his mouth rose uncontrollably.

"The chief of the Ouroboros' Ring. ”

"It's not easy. ”

"Three hundred years of hard work ......"

It was all so unreal that Balbo even wanted to reach out and pinch his arm, but he didn't dare to stop his speech, that would not match the image of the great chief of the Ouroboros Ring.

In the middle of his speech, Balbo looked down from the front of the podium, his eyes were fixed on the Ouroboros badge hanging high in the hall, and he even wanted to start carefully studying the pattern on the badge made with a secret method, which had been hung here for an unknown number of ......

As the speech came to an end, there was a burst of applause from the crowd, mixed with adoring glances and praise.

Then, Balbo smiled and greeted the crowd below, he turned around and waited quietly for the Ouroboros' Ring's first chief, the powerful Truth Keeper, Hogan Stephen, to step out and hand over the token of chief status to himself.

Bone Luck –

The sound of Stephen Hawking's iconic wheelchair moving sounded from the sidelines, and it was approaching.

At this time, the auditorium suddenly fell silent.

The minutes ticked by, but the hall was still silent, and Hawk Stephen didn't show up.

The smile on Balbo's face faded.

"What's wrong?"

He clenched his hands into fists and clasped them close to his feet, thinking that he shouldn't turn his head to look at it, because it would be unruly, but there was still no sound in the hall, as if the utter silence had become more intense as time passed.

Balbo couldn't help but feel uncomfortable, and he felt that the hall was not only quiet at this time, but seemed empty, completely empty.

There was no rustle of clothes, no gentle coughing, no sound of the breeze passing through the hall, not even the sound of breathing, not at all like hundreds of people standing a few meters behind them

Even if the powerful power in his body belonged to a high-level legend, there was no way to make him feel at ease at this time.

Balbo inexplicably felt the blood in his body surging upward, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans oozed from his forehead, and then he felt a headache, and his stomach became as if it was about to turn over because of the apprehension, but he still stared intently ahead, a little paranoid and unwilling to turn around to look, but tried to continue to wait for Hawkin Stephen to appear.

Balbo imagined Hawking Stephen and all the spectators in the audience watching him, waiting for his next move.

"Perhaps, I should have taken a look, just a look. ”

Balbo thought silently.

But he still stood motionless, hoping that the hateful headache in his head and the uncomfortable apprehension in his heart would disappear, and that it would be over, and that he would receive the great honor of truly becoming the chief of the Ouroboros Ring.

Finally, Balbo glanced quickly to the side, then immediately moved back.

He couldn't believe what he had just seen, and this time he turned around and stared straight at everything in front of him.

Hawking Stephen is gone.

The people who had come to watch the ceremony in the hall were gone.

At this time, the assembly hall was empty, and it seemed that only his lonely figure was his own lonely figure.

"This ......"

"What's going on!?"

If it's one person, it's possible for something to slip away silently, but hundreds of people are leaving one by one? Or is it on this occasion?

It's unlikely.

Indeed, not all of them have disappeared.

Balbo spotted a figure at the end of the hall, in the shadows by the window.

"What happened?"

He first asked aloud, and the object of his inquiry was obvious.

No response, no response at all.

For some reason, a nameless fire suddenly rose in Balbo's heart, and he quickly stepped off the podium, rushed through the aisle in the center of the hall, and rushed in front of the figure a few seconds later.

"He must have done it, it must have been!"

Balbo stubbornly thought so, today was supposed to be a special day, today was the day he became the head of the Ouroboros Flower, he was going to officially take charge of the powerful mage organization of the Ouroboros from today, but now everything is ruined!

In the process, the figure still does not move.

It was only when Balbo came to his side that he looked up.

The anger in Balbo's chest cooled in an instant, and time seemed to freeze at this moment, and he felt a splitting headache again.

Watching him was a tired, old, tortured face.

A face of Balbo's own

The gaze was cold and glazed.

The next moment, behind him, a voice of approval rang out again, congratulating Balbo, the new chief of the Ouroboros' Ring......

Gollum –

Balbo swallowed a large gulp of saliva, and then he felt that the headache had recurred, and there was no sign of abating.

Turning slowly, Balbo noticed that hundreds of faces were staring at him in unison, all eyes in the assembly hall were now focused on him, and he could even notice the different expressions in the crowd: disgust, fear, horror, curiosity......

People don't know when they will reappear, and everyone's eyes are like they're looking at a monster.

"What are you looking at?"

Balbo's heart burst into flames, and he became angry again, shouting loudly.

A dark, negative emotion surfaced from the bottom of his heart, and the image of death flew up and down in his mind.

Immediately, a flash of inspiration flashed in his heart, and he turned his head sharply to look at the figure who also had his own appearance.

"You must have done it!"

"I'm going to kill you!

With violent energy fluctuations, powerful spells began to brew in his hands, but the figure only shook his head at Balbo's approach.

"We're all going to die. ”

The figure's voice was old, but it made Balbo stop, and the spell in his hand dissipated.

All eyes in the audience followed him, but were indifferent to any of his actions.

"We're all going to die. ”

Some terrible truth gradually emerged, and he always knew the answer, but what was haunting his mind didn't allow him to come up with it.

Balbo felt his headache getting worse.

"It's a dream!?"

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