The captains looked at the sea of clouds surging around them, and quickly put on a fighting posture, seeing that the imminent crisis was coming, Evan refused to speak, and asked a little anxiously:

"Lord Inquisitor, what are we going to do next?"

"There's movement in the depths of the clouds, should we stop it immediately!?"

"You might as well say something, and when they rush out, it may be too late!"

Ignoring the strange movement in the dark clouds, Evan stared straight to the center of the town, and replied in a loud voice, "It's just a bluff! If there really are dreadbeasts, just wait for them to appear." The captains followed me, the rest of the people remained on their guard, the atmosphere in the town was not right...... It's so quiet. All in all, prepare for the worst!"

As he spoke, he swooped forward, flickering away, a stream of air as clear as lightning swept through the air, shooting at an impossibly high speed towards the center of the town.

“......”

The captains looked at each other, and each could see the hesitation in each other's eyes, and after a moment of hesitation, they finally put down their weapons and quickly chased after Evan Shuttle's figure.

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He rushed into the center of the town shrouded in red mist, and the light deflected and flowed, as if leaping out of a dynamic picture and rushing into another painting with a very different style, and the surrounding scenery suddenly changed.

The moonlight shone faintly, as if it had been stained red with blood, and exuded a scarlet glow. The sky was covered with a dark red light, and the ground was completely dark and dark, and the spreading red mist was like a barrier, completely swallowing up all the light, leaving only endless darkness.

Huh-hu——!

The bonfires on the walls of the city were blown by the cold wind, and the tumbling sparks were constantly blown up, drifting to the ground and gradually extinguishing. Ivan flipped and jumped onto the battlements, standing at the top of the wall and looking down, but there was no witcher to see who was supposed to be guarding here, only a gray, rigid stone statue.

The expressions of these stone statues are vivid, from the figure, posture to clothing and limbs, every line is extremely flexible, frightened, uneasy, confused, and painful...... All sorts of expressions remained on his face—as if he was still alive one second, and suddenly became like this the next.

"I didn't expect me to be so cautious, almost step by step, or to be played by them......" Ivan looked at the blue and white stone statue, his face quickly lost blood, and he clenched his fists suddenly, and pinched the knuckles of his fingers with a gurgling sound.

He knew that the Dreadbeast must have calculated that he would definitely go to rescue the priest of the Temple of Atum, so he would launch a contact battle to the death. And in the process, their black hands hidden in the center of the town silently eliminated all the defenders, turning them and everyone in the town into stone statues.

However, if Evan were to choose again, he would still leave all the inhabitants of Pushu Town behind and go to the rescue of the priests, at most the army and the Demon Hunters from the Temple camp.

After all, the inhabitants cannot be transformed into combat effectiveness, and it is a burden to say that it is unpleasant, but the priests belong to the existence of nuclear weapons.

"I'm sorry to have sacrificed you, but it's up to us to make a choice......"

He spread out his body, quickly passed through the group of stone statues that stood frozen in place, and stooped down the wall. The figure was like an eagle with wings outstretched, flying and shuttling on the roofs of the rows of houses, looking at the center of the red mist in mid-air, and his eyes were as sharp as the cold light of the blade out of the sheath:

"At least...... I will kill all the culprits and bury you!"

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At this time, in Pushu Town, wisps of intertwined and slowly swirling red mist were like a light and fluttering curtain, dividing the sky and the earth into two completely different worlds.

The red mist refracted the scarlet moonlight, flowing slowly like blood, flickering and dimming with the blowing of the air current. The ground was blurry, as if covered with a black veil, and the surrounding area was black, and the buildings seemed to be filled with ink. In the darkness, there are hundreds of stone statues of different shapes, soaked in the dark night, extremely silent.

“......”

He slowed down and carefully observed the surrounding scenery, and when his gaze swept to the sky, his pupils suddenly contracted into a point like a needle, and there was a silhouette printed in the rippling red mist—judging from the silhouette, it was a tall young woman.

The feminine figure suddenly raised his hand above his head, and with a slight lift of his slender right leg, he completed a straight and elegant kick, and his toes were dotted with mist, gently rotating like a swan treading water.

The wonderful figure swayed, dancing gracefully moving, and intricate dancing, flying movements like flowing clouds and waves, sometimes charming hair, sometimes bold spinning and jumping. The slanted skirt shallow over the curvy hips, fluttering in the air as she bounced her legs and spun in a row, looking both elegant and weird.

At this moment, the red mist that permeated the town seemed to have become her exclusive stage, and the scarlet moon in the sky was the spotlight shining on the stage.

Accompanied by a perfect dance, there was an ethereal and quiet song in the fog shadows, faint, soft, like raindrops falling on solid ice, and the strength of the droplets could almost be felt - it seemed to touch the softest side of the human heart, so that the listener couldn't help but fall for it.

As Evan's figure quickly approached, she moved faster and faster, about to dance like a burning flame, twisting a gorgeous dance at the same time, her singing voice became higher and sharper, and the soft singing voice turned into a vicious curse:

"Dance, dance, dance, trample with dancing shoes on those who will not give me happiness!"

"Fill the glasses with their blood and accompaniment them with their screams!"

"Whoever stands in the way of my happiness will be imprisoned in a stone statue!"

Sharp sound waves shook like a gust of wind through the red mist, and then countless narrow tongues of blood emerged from the underground springs, spreading wildly and taking over the entire center of town, releasing the smell of death and decay.

Bang bang——!

Ivan raised his hands as he galloped, and the palms of his palms were precisely pointed around, shooting out flashing electric light, squeezing layers of bloody tongues without dodging or dodging, and galloping towards the figure dancing in the center of the red mist.

The ground was filled with a murmur of thin noises, and countless bloody tongues were wriggling and climbing like giant pythons, rapidly circling around his figure. The bloody tongue opened sharp mouthparts oozing salivation, intertwined and stacked on top of each other, like a hill that was rapidly rising.