The blood moon is like a hook, and the crimson moonlight sprinkles a psychedelic hazy breath on the earth, making the dark world boil at this moment.

The dark hosts call this blood-colored crescent moon "True Moon" only once a month, and the people of light call it "The Last Moon", the historical origins of which may not be verifiable, but the tides of magic do change with its trajectory.

Legend has it that behind the moon there is a world abandoned by the gods, and when the tide of magic rises to its highest, the world behind the blood moon begins to manifest.

Bathed in the blood-colored moonlight, Adams stood in the intricate enchantment drawn by the Pale Wand.

Through this crimson light curtain, he felt that the world in his field of vision seemed to be different from usual, and there was an incomparably strange aura everywhere.

There was no sign of pedestrians in the empty streets, the shadows under the streetlights twisted into a mess, there were faint whispers from nowhere, the cold wind swirled around, Adams's back was cold, and he felt as if something was watching him.

Seriously calculated, it has been exactly a month since Adams came to this world, and it was also on such a cold night, and it was also two moons of different colors hanging overhead, and he was born in this familiar and strange land, bringing with him souls and thoughts that do not belong to this world.

He suddenly became a little sentimental, feeling like a wandering spirit abandoned by two worlds at the same time, wandering aimlessly, not knowing where to go.

Just when he was a little distracted, the Pale Wand had already drawn several blood-red symbols in the void on its own, and the wand's deep voice came from the bottom of his heart: "Now, recite this prayer with me." ”

"O raging river of brimstone, Thou art the curtain of the real world, the shadow of the blood moon, I pray, I pray that you will show the truth of the world, that you will bring us into the nothingness of existence, that you will answer the call of the fool, that you will bring the echoes of the ...... of the end. ”

Following the wand to say a prayer, Adams' voice disappeared into the night like foam, without making a sound. The wind around him was still cold to the bone, and the blood moon hanging high above his head still shone mercilessly on the entire land.

However, the whispering that came from nowhere suddenly stopped, and the gaze that had been secretly watching him suddenly disappeared, and then a dark crack crawled out of front of him like a hideous centipede, branching out into a black hole that could be entered by one person.

Adams watched this strange scene hesitantly, panic quickly crawling all over his heart like a wild grass growing wantonly, and he instinctively took two steps back, wanting to leave the bottomless abyss.

However, the rift opened wider and wider, and almost instantaneously, Adams was swallowed up.

......

After a long whirlwind, the boundless blackness in front of him finally receded, and Adams felt his body fall to the hard ground, and his ass hurt.

Unable to soothe his eight-petaled ass, Adams looked at everything in front of him in shock.

What appeared in front of him was a blood-red gloomy sky, as if there would be a rain of blood falling from the sky in the next moment, and the ground below him was also bright red, and exaggerated ravines could be seen everywhere.

There was a thin layer of blood mist around him, and he could barely see it within a range of more than thirty meters as far as the eye could see, and an altar filled with bright red blood water was facing Adams.

In front of the altar, a hideous stone-carved insect monster opened its bloody mouth, and a stone knife in its mouthparts flashed with a faint blood light.

"Are you alright, my master?" came the wand's concerned voice.

"So, what kind of alien space is this?", the appearance of the wand made him feel slightly relieved, and Adams asked Osslav curiously.

"Yes, this is the place where the blood is refined," Oslav replied humbly

"Then what should I do now", Adams, who got the answer, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Dear master, first of all, please throw the soul crystal into the blood pool. ”

Taking out the small crystals that glowed with a hazy milky white glow from his pocket, Adams went to the edge of the pool of blood, looked at the bottomless thick blood, and gently threw them in.

The taste of "blood water" was not fishy, but with a faint sweetness, and the input of the soul crystals did not even set off the slightest ripple.

The wand turned into a winged lizard on his shoulder, tenderly asking Adams.

"Honorable master, what spell would you like to engrave in the magic crystal?"

Adams felt that Osslav today was a little different from the past, but what was the difference?

No matter what it is, I have to get stronger. He shook his head and shook the thoughts out of his head.

"If the master wants to engrave any magic, he will tell me later with his mental power. ”

"Now, please go and pick up the sacrificial knife," the voice of the wand rang in his ears again with the power of demagogy.

Adams cautiously walked up to the monster, put his hands into the monster's mouth, and looked at the monster's hideous mouthparts, he was really afraid that the monster would suddenly come to life and bite off his own arm.

However, misfortune often befalls people more easily than luck.

Just as he tried to touch the stone knife, the insect-like monster's stone compound eye suddenly spun twice, and then the upper and lower jaws overlapped, biting Adams' arms hard.

He hurriedly tried to pull his hands out, but his arm was clamped tightly by the monster's stone teeth, and the wound on his arm that had not yet fully healed cracked open again.

Adams could clearly feel the sharp edge of the stone knife easily cut through his ten fingers, and blood flowed from his body.

As the blood passed, the "blood" pool of the altar rumbled, and the "blood water" began to boil incessantly.

"Osslav, what's going on?", Adams shouted eagerly at the lizard floating in the air. He felt himself getting weaker.

"It's okay master, this is normal," said the little lizard quietly, "just bear with it a little longer, bear with it a little longer." ”

He felt his body getting weaker and weaker, and his mind began to become groggy. Adams anxiously continued to call out his wand, but the pale wand remained unmoved, and finally he couldn't hold on anymore and rolled his eyes and fainted.

Osslav climbed off Adams' shoulder, and the lizard stretched and leaped into the pool of blood.