Except for a few simulated stars in the sky over the northern part of Ebudera, there is endless darkness.

Corresponding to the outside, when viewed from above, there are three moon-wide areas in the dark Central area of the North District, which are the only three places that can radiate light for miles.

There are only the big three in the North District, and they only have this financial and human resources.

If it is connected in a line, it will be an equilateral triangle, and the center point of the regular triangle is exactly where the "Sword of the Holy Fire" stands.

Perhaps because it has not yet opened, the "Sword of the Holy Fire" has been hidden in the dark in a low-key manner, and I don't know whether it is accidental or artificially promoted, the dark "Sword of the Holy Fire" has just become the dividing point of the three regions.

Among the three areas, the pearl located in the north is particularly bright, regardless of the intensity of light, or the size of the area, it has the advantages of the southeast and southwest regions that cannot be compared, and the lively noise adds color to the northern pearl.

You know, in the North District, which is known for its chaos, bustle means safety, and in silence there is a hidden crisis.

The law and order in Central is relatively safe, but that is also during the daytime. It's not a good idea to travel at night, and if you're bored at home, you'll at least have a good night.

But this area has subverted the common sense of the entire North District.

If you pay close attention, you will see that the noise is concentrated in one place - a huge building, the "Sand into Gold" casino.

Anyone who has been to Macau will immediately see that the architectural design style is very similar to that of the Grand Lisboa Hotel, with a six-storey building that is relatively rare in the whole of Ebudera, with guest rooms on the ground floor, a casino on the second to fourth floors, a performance venue on the fifth floor, and a lotus-shaped hotel building on the sixth floor, where the chefs all specialize in cooking skills, and the dishes are so varied that you can't buy them outside, and of course the prices are unique.

The décor of a casino can no longer be described in a simple phrase, and the impact of luxury to the extreme is always dazzling.

Just standing in a hall full of tables and magic gambling machines can be intoxicating.

If you use the four words of magnificence to describe the "Sword of the Holy Fire", it is nothing compared to "gathering sand into gold".

As time went on, the night deepened, and the crowds throughout Ebudra slowly decreased, and even the "Drunken Dream" bar, which had been noisy two hours ago, began to calm down.

The famous entertainment venues in the eastern district have closed one after another, but the crowd of "gathering sand into gold" has not decreased but increased.

There are constantly players with the mentality of getting rich overnight, full of ambition to enter this large casino with a wide top and narrow design, and there are many players with red eyes who continue to raise the amount of bets in it, in order to turn over the money in the shortest possible time.

There are also a few people who spend sleepless nights with a playful mentality, and only a very small number of professional gamblers with unique skills, who use their cool heads and superb skills to earn living expenses, although the rate of chip increase is insignificant compared to that of high rollers, but this kind of people are the real hated but helpless group of casinos. What the casino can do is to send more powerful casino masters to break the tricks, so that professional players who have earned enough living expenses will be able to retreat.

Of course, there are also clever people who try to make thousands of profits, but under the shroud of the consciousness of the strong people in the perception domain, there is no doubt that they are killing themselves.

There is also an unknown basement where the casino staff worked, and a large council chamber was artificially carved out in a more secluded location, and the hard granite walls of the hall proved that it was originally a solid rock area, even if it was dug into a simple stone house, it can be called a miracle of the 4D true dimensional world.

The hall was lit with high-quality candles all around, and the burning light was soft and bright, illuminating the hall that could accommodate five hundred people as bright as day.

Compared with the magnificent "gathering sand into gold" casino, the council hall looks very shabby, the furniture and decoration are very ordinary, and it is impossible to believe that this is the base camp of the big casino.

In the center of the council hall is a long council table more than 20 meters long, and on both sides of it are filled with characters in different clothes, and their distinctive clothing can be judged from their strength that should not be underestimated.

It was so many strong people gathered here that there was silence in the huge council hall.

Only at the end of the long table, there was an orderly sound of fingers tapping on the hardwood.

There is the seat of the Iron Throne of the Council Chamber, the master of the entire hall and the powerful man who presides over the fate of the participants.

The position of the steel throne is just backlit, and it is difficult to see the appearance of the master, which gives people an incomparable depression and fear.

Even if it was not deliberately stimulated, the invisible coercion from that person still silenced all the participants.

You know, any one of them is in Ebudra, and he is a big man who can be called a big man.

At this time, they unanimously chose to remain silent in order to avoid the attention of the master.

Because of the danger signals in the air, even the attendants who accompanied them felt it deeply.

The Iron Throne stepped back, the metal base grinding violently against the iron-beamed wooden floor, the tremendous pressure and sudden movement leaving indelible scars on the steel-hard ironbeams.

It took less than a second for the elderly waiter to calculate the cost of floor maintenance, which was accurate to single digits, a quality that was absolutely rare in the whole of Ebudera.

A lump of fat was curled up alone on the cold iron-beamed wooden floor, his face was completely buried, and the fat back of his neck showed the ugliness of his lying posture at a glance.

He turned out to be a fat guy with Renault.

The loose fat trembled in fear, as if it would fall off its body at any moment.

The hall master stepped out of the darkness, vaguely revealing a resolute silhouette: the tall and muscular body exuded a momentum that was not angry but mighty, the black body armor was not decorated or decorated, and the hideous steel barbs looked very abrupt on the shoulder guards, and from the magical aura of the equipment quality, it was just a high-quality armor. A pair of eagle eyes are embedded in the tense face, and anyone who looks at it will feel the chill of the ice water splashing on their faces. His skin was as dark as iron, and he wanted to be exposed to the sun for a long time in the real world.

"Say!"

A simple word spat out from his thin lips and fell on the fat man's ears like thunder.

The fat guy tried his best to restrain the shaking of his body, slowly raised his head two points high, looked humbly at the black steel combat boots at the ten meter position, regardless of the cold sweat on his head, and replied with his hands on the floor: "The store was forcibly taken away, I have done my best, begging the overlord to bypass the villain." ”

The overlord snorted coldly: "If you want you to say this, it's not this. ”

Fear instantly made the fat man's hairs stand on end, and cold sweat converged along his fat cheeks onto his drooping chin, and the floor below was already wet.

At this moment, the fat guy really wanted to faint all at once, and he didn't have to suffer mental torture anymore.

But he knew that if he didn't explain it clearly in front of the overlord, he would never have a chance to explain it again.

Between life and mental torment, he would rather choose the latter, but now he doesn't know if this choice is wise.

"I've talked to people from the underworld, and they promised to send three professional killers, but it seems to have missed, I don't know if it's true or not. Lord Overlord, I suspect that the underground world has no credit, it is simply perfunctory, and the purpose is just to swallow that money. Give me a little more time, and I'll promise to give the piece of land with both hands. ”

A cold light flashed in the overlord's eyes, although the fat guy lying on the ground did not look directly, but he had the illusion that a frog was stared at by a snake, if it weren't for the increasing pressure in the air, he would have jumped up in fright at this moment.

"So, when you first took the money, the grocery store had already changed hands?" The overlord's voice was not loud, but it knocked loudly in the fat guy's heart.

A simple answer, but the fat guy was on his back, instinctively telling him that he should deny it, but the price of deceiving the overlord was only afraid that he would lose his life.

After hesitating for a long time, he nodded with difficulty and explained: "Don't worry, Lord Overlord, what I am looking for is the most famous 'Dark Blade' in the Underground World, the Northern District, even if the matter fails, this account will definitely be counted on your sworn enemy, the head of the Yin Evil, and it will never have anything to do with you." ”

The breeze blows, giving the sweaty fat guy a comfortable coolness, but this is a secret basement, where does the wind come from?

The fat guy instinctively raised his head, only to see a huge figure standing straight in front of him, and the last voice of the overlord sounded in his ears: "Death to those who bully me!" ”

The long fingertips inserted between the fat guy's eyebrows without warning, piercing through the fat guy's hard skull like broken wood, and submerged into the brain.

This process happened too quickly, and only a few of the powerful people in the council who were sitting in danger saw the overlord's body move slightly, and they appeared in front of the fat guy in an instant.

Even the fat guy himself didn't have time to feel the pain in his forehead, and an invisible air flow poured in along the place where the overlord's finger was inserted, causing the fat guy's head to swell suddenly.

The specter of pain and death took over his entire consciousness......

Before the eyes of everyone in the council hall, there was a picture of fear that is difficult to describe in words: the fat guy who had been lying on his stomach just now struggled to stand up, his pig-like face extremely distorted, as if his head had been injected with high-pressure gas. Fleshy bubbles emerge from under the skin tissue of the head, but there is nowhere to vent, even though the mouth is wide open. What's even more terrifying is that the two bloodshot eyeballs bulge out mostly under the squeezing of the eye sockets.

It's not just the head that's suffering, it's the body.

The fat guy's ten fingers the thickness of the sausage wandered irregularly around the fat body that also had bubbles, as if to get rid of the sharp pain coming from his body.

The wails of the non-human welled up from the depths of the fat man's throat, and he let out a creepy scream.

Soon, the bulging bubbles gradually subsided.

But this does not bode well, because a large amount of gas disperses into the fat guy's internal organs.

It's just a blink of an eye, and the evenly distributed invisible gas expands the fat guy to the limit, and it looks like he is about to break through the skin surface that is so tight that it can no longer be stretched.

Finally, after a crisp sound of broken drums, this terrifying torture ended.

Scraps of flesh, blood, brains, and all sorts of broken organs splattered all over the council hall, and the three attendees sitting closest to the fat guy were caught off guard and splattered all over their bodies, and the sudden change caused the three of them to sit in the council chairs like fools.

The most astute of them had already jumped to their feet, out of the sputter range of the filth.

And the overlord closest to the fat guy didn't move at all, and still maintained the posture of standing with his hands down. But there was not a single trace of blood on his body.

It was as if there was an invisible wall in front of him blocking the countless blood filth.

PS: The Big Three of the North District will appear one after another, and the real show is about to kick off!