At the end of the twelfth section of the sewer, the unfinished tunnel is filled with gray-black fog and dust, which seems to be bound by an invisible force field, and never spreads outward, thus creating a natural boundary.

A man in black wearing a goat's skull mask, holding a burning torch in his left hand, slowly approached, the dancing orange-red fire light brushed his godless eyes from time to time, the alternation of light and darkness could not affect his vision at all, a trace of obscure and moldy cemetery smell lingered around his body, and the pale skin occasionally exposed was like a floating corpse that had been soaked in water for a long time.

In the loose sleeves, a mouse wolf suddenly slipped out, black bean-like eyes, revealing fear of the invisible boundary, it was originally the pet of the man in black, but it had a keen sense of smell, and left its owner early, and tried to dissuade and stop it.

Unfortunately, the invitees to the Modisi Night did not pay attention to the small obstacles under his feet, and continued to take steps forward until the dust extinguished the torch and the gray and black fog engulfed the figure of the man in black.

The rattle wolf flicked its fluffy tail and stood up on its hind legs, its two little paws rubbing against each other, making a screeching sound of hiss, and its angry eyes staring at the front and grinding its teeth from time to time.

I don't know how long it took, the sound of light footsteps gradually approached, and the sharp hearing rat wolf immediately reacted, ran to the corner of the wall and curled up into a ball, and then it saw a smile and a crying face pieced together into a heart-shaped mask, dressed as a circus funny clown in a celebratory costume, extremely glamorous but vulgar, as if overturning the dye of the palette, from the chaotic color blocks are not without good intentions to put together graffiti.

The triangular rattle hat did not move, and the brass tongue, which had been quite active, now fell into a terrible silence without saying a word, and he saw the little fellow abandoned outside the door long before the rat wolf noticed him: "Funny, funny, poor little thing, missed an opportunity, I don't want to see you again." ”

He pulled out a red silk handkerchief from his pocket, swayed it lightly at will, and suddenly turned into a magician's cane, with a finger-sized amber inlaid at the top, somewhat like some kind of animal's eyes, "Ridicarras!"

The gray light instantly struck the rat wolf, starting from the head, and the invisible whirlwind quickly twisted it into a rag, and then turned into a magic box with surprises hidden inside, maybe a harmless bouquet of flowers, or a frightening swinging puppet, anything could be possible and stored the mood of the clown at this time.

He was probably the last invitee to arrive, at least for a long time, and there were no new visitors in the dark corridors, just a quiet box in the corner in front of the 'gate'.

Pinching his nose vigorously, closing his eyes tightly and stopping his breathing, he walked through the mirror realm that would make ordinary people instantly unconscious at the slightest contact, and after seven steps, the invited clown suddenly felt his feet sink, and his crooked buckskin boots slipped down the smooth steps, he immediately opened his eyes, deliberately let out a happy laugh, and soon reached the end of the slide.

"The seventh guest, Mr. Sack the Theater Clown, welcomes you. The fireflies floating in mid-air condensed a strange cold face covered with barbarian war paints, and a small voice like a mosquito and a fly, perhaps because of acquaintance, made the invitee feel a certain familiarity.

"It's funny, it's funny, it's a strange luck that a green-skinned mouse like you can jump up and be in charge of receiving guests. ”

The theater clown did not wait for the other party's reaction, reached out and snapped his fingers, as if to disrupt some kind of balance, causing the illusion in front of him to disappear in an instant, and in front of Mr. Sark, the strange cold face twisted a few times and then disappeared, and after the ripples of the water rippled, a goblin illusionist appeared, grinning and showing a mouth full of sharp teeth, and retreating into the shadows with a wicked grin.

"Who is he?"

"The creation of the first Modisi Night. ”

"That's what the Rite of Ceremony is too!"

"No, his chances are even more bizarre, and every time he participates, he adds an extra ability. ”

"Here's an example. ”

"For the first time, he would perform all the tricks and be called a genius magician. ”

"The second time, create a prank mask to control the emotions of the people you come into contact with. ”

"For the third time, I obtained the Eye of Strange Object Deception and became a sorcerer of the Transformation System. ”

"The fourth time, no one knew what he had gained, and he was rejected twice in a row, and it was estimated that he confessed the truth and secrets to the top before he was invited to participate in the seventh Modisir night. ”

Between the rings, the early arrivals exchanged information with each other, and there was obviously an invisible resistance to the increasingly strong theater clowns, which turned the originally mysterious atmosphere into a little disordered.

Mr. Sach came to his place, taking in the fearful expressions of his friends, and he tried to show some kindness, but no one dared to deal with the theater clown, at most he nodded his head, which was definitely not hospitality.

I don't know when the host appeared, dressed in a gray light veil like mist, walking barefoot on the interlocking staircase with a relaxed step, flowing in a strange rhythm, like a snake crawling on the ground.

Not a single hair, eyebrows and beard completely lost, brown eyes suspiciously golden in the orange-red torch light around him, thin pursed lips, sometimes relaxed, sometimes curled at the corners of his mouth, obviously his mood is more unpredictable than that of a theater clown.

Arriving at the bottom of the bowl-shaped altar, the host stretched out his pale hands, which were as thin as wood, like the conductor of an orchestra, to pay his heartfelt respects to the invitees and the audience, including Mr. Sack, who were busy immediately returning the salute, for fear that if his movements were slightly slower, he would lose the opportunity to be invited next time.

"Allow me to introduce guests from the Eternal Abyss, Naga of the Salt Water Swamp, and regulars of Barto's Hell, the Minotaur of the Scorched Black Wasteland. ”

As soon as the words fell, at both ends of the altar, the vibration of the accelerated operation of the mechanism hub, accompanied by a rumbling explosion, two rune cages rose, and at the bottom was a ring-shaped summoning circle.

"It may be that the gladiator we invited was a little shy, deliberately concealing his existence with an illusion that shielded the eyes of mortals, allowing me to tear the veil of concealment. ”

The host spread out his hands, grasped his five fingers weakly, as if grasping something, and then pulled it down hard. There was a bang, and there was a gurgling sound from the rune cage on the left, and the angry Naga kept hitting the cage with her head, but its efforts were only scorched by electricity, on the contrary, the scarred minotaur on the right side just snorted and fed sulfur and fresh flesh, making its anger burst out from time to time.

"Brave fighters, in order to survive, stretch out your sharp claws to your eternal enemies. "The host secretly drove the Nexus to bring the two rune cages closer.

Naga's vision had stopped its senseless attempts to destroy the cage since the Minotaur appeared, and it stretched out its long, blood-red tongue and licked the scorch wound on its forehead, but the wound that would have been absolutely fatal to ordinary people healed in a matter of moments.

"Moo!" the warrior of Bartow's Scorched Hellish Wasteland turned his head and let out a disgruntled growl at the host.

"Okay, okay, as long as you win this one, I'll give you back the freedom to go to the ground and wreak havoc until you're satisfied. ”

He clapped his hands vigorously and recited the secret mantra silently, and the turquoise pillar of the rune cage immediately faded away, and before Naga could react, the prepared minotaur held his three-fingered hand and summoned the magic circle from the ground, and took out the heavy battle axe in his hand, the blood-stained blade of the axe burned with blue sulfur flames, and the axe surface had a skull that roared from pain.

Estimating that the time was up, it was the first to charge at Naga, and when it closed the distance, it jumped up without hesitation, and landed heavily on its hooves and feet, unleashing the infernal death trampling.

A strong sense of vertigo grabbed the unprepared Naga, and the minotaur held the heavy battle axe with both hands and slashed horizontally, and poor Naga stretched out his hands to try to block it.

The ending was not surprising, its hands were broken at elbows, the section was smooth and smooth, and the stunned and bewildered face did not fade, and the pain immediately knocked down the native from the saltwater swamp.

The victory came so easily that the Minotaur's arrogant temper exploded again, and he carelessly stretched out his right hand and grasped it with three fingers, as if trying to tear out the heart of his old enemy.

Suddenly, a cold light flashed, and the two arms that appeared under Naga's armpit at some point, holding the wave-shaped snake blade, cut off the Minotaur's hand at the wrist, hugged the thick snake body with a flick, and directly hit the heavy battle axe, taking advantage of the opponent's lack of reaction, the arched body launched a wild charge, and the heavy tonnage Minotaur ate a beautiful counterattack, and kept rolling backwards until the invisible wall at the edge of the altar did not stop.

"The four-armed Naga, who hid his strength very well, and deceived the minotaur with two hands, is indeed commendable. ”

The theater clown couldn't help but laugh, although the surrounding partners were dissatisfied with him and showing off again, but the facts were in front of them, and they couldn't help but object, so they continued to remain silent, which made Mr. Sack's performance a little abrupt, but he didn't care about the eyes of others, as long as the host didn't object, the theater clown could keep talking.

"Moo!" the minotaur shook his dizzy head, losing his powerful right hand and the weapon in his hand, and did not discourage it, the previous battles, the worse start than this, it was not to hold on to the end, to win the crown of the prize girl.

"Whew!" With the Minotaur's body as the core, a stone wall three people high and a cuba foot thick rose from the altar floor, not only blocking the eyes of the enemy's four-armed Naga, but also giving him time to regain his strength and heal his wounds.

"It's too early, it's better to summon a labyrinth so quickly, it's better to summon a hell fanged cow to increase your combat power. ”

The style of the theater clown is refreshed again, and he is so familiar with the skills of the minotaur that he once again shows the gap between him and his partners. Quite a few people let out a sneer, a harmless taunt erupted from their noses, and without the hatred of Mr. Zak, they all knew that the theater clown was a grudge-holding, stingy person.

The four-armed snake demon didn't want to give his opponent time to regain his breath, and swung two wave-shaped snake blades and pounced on the obstructive labyrinth, a transcendent weapon made of amalgam of sin from the eternal abyss, to which ordinary rocks were no harder than butter.

Ignoring the rules, he directly used the force of violence to dismantle and relocate the labyrinth, and the proud Minotaur warrior Minotaurs awakened the Cretan giant axe that inhabited his body. I saw earthworm-like black blood vessels quietly emerge from the knotted muscles, and the cold light of the blue and faint flowed to gather on the severed hand of the right arm, condensing into a bronze axe full of twisted evil talismans out of thin air.

Just as it was done, the four-armed snake demon broke through the last obstacle and appeared in front of the minotaur, and the Minotaur grinned, grabbed his right wrist with his left hand, and slashed a death obituary violently.

The danger of death did not deter the four-armed snake demon, and the wave-shaped snake blade stabbed through the heart of his opponent first, and the cunning snake tail curled up another sharp blade and flew through the stump-thick neck of the minotaur.

"Whoa!" The two sides of the game were defeated, the snake demon from the eternal abyss and the minotaur of Bato's hell were killed at the same time, and the pitch-black but boiling blood was splashed everywhere, and the host frowned slightly, and then smiled happily when he found something.

The mixed blood was like a spiritual infusion, like a thousand poisonous snakes snaking across the ground, converging at the core of the altar to form a boiling soup.

The noble maiden who had been taken captive here, keeping her own flower crown, fell asleep from the drunken medicine poured into her, and was carried to the altar by the invisible servants, bathed in golden-red magma-like blood, and her body faintly glowed.

"Behold, the gods we worship have joyfully drunk the wine brewed by the soul of the gladiator and descended upon the body of the Maiden of the Flower-crowned Maiden, and whoever can sleep with Him in His favor will receive the highest reward. ”

The theater clown was silent and silent, and the unexpected situation made the cautious Mr. Shack feel willing to back down. The nearest steel armor by his side had to be given up due to the loss of his human form. The only female invitee in the room, snorting twice in dissatisfaction, unable to receive the gift of the gods, caused her to scratch her head in anguish, but accidentally revealed her snake-haired secret. Of the other four invitees, the older ones, who had lost some interest, signaled to quit, and the young children, who did not yet possess some function, muttered that they would have to wait another two years.

All that remains is the man in black, who is covered in a mask of a goat's skull, and a troubadour with a lyre in his hand, the body of which resembles two symmetrical curved-necked swans, floating on the base of a blue wave, with a texture similar to silver, and each thread is a different color, corresponding to the rainbow that appears after the rain.

"Puppeteer Ogafir, don't fight with me this time, you can open the conditions. ”

The young poet nodded slightly, "I remember your words, and don't break your word." Otherwise, your fate will be absolutely unimaginable. ”

The moderator watched with satisfaction as the invitees reached an agreement, and then felt that their tacit understanding with each other was too strong and would be detrimental to their control.

The man in black calmly came to the altar, stripped off his clothes, revealing his youthful body, retained the goat's skull mask to hide his true identity, and stepped forward to gently hug the shrunken girl into his arms.

"Boom!" The wall that cut off the sewer was cut open by a heavy sword that shone with a golden luster, and at the critical moment, the accident of disrupting the situation appeared.

Ignoring the screams of the darkness, Aldrich Tris led the way into the Forbidden Zone of Life, followed by wounded team members and several leaders of the Dark Police Department and the City Guard.

The gray-black fog was afraid to approach, and the Virtuous Knight Burning Source sublimated the sword, purifying all unclean things that contained negative energy, devouring the life force, and the evil dust born from the skulls of the dead was no exception.

"How can this be justified! The stranger who kicked in the door without saying hello dared to destroy the ritual of the divine descent and slaughter them!"

Six evildoers with different minds, let out a piercing scream, rushed towards Aldrich's team, led by the theater clown Mr. Sark, whose eyes stared hallucinatorically through the mischievous mask, and a dozen magic flower bombs were scattered nearby with a casual squill of the deceptive cane.

Aldrich Tris, who possessed a very high level of knightly discipline, calmly immune to the illusion of disturbing spirits, retracted the light on his heavy sword, and before he could make a move, he saw his accomplices step on the trap they had set and be burned to the ground by bunches of magic flowers.

"Oh, a rare Knight of Discord, an alien who draws its fountain from chaos and evil!"

The theater clown's shocked expression was no less than that of his scrambled partner: "You...... How is it possible that you can see through my essence at a glance? Are you the eternal enemy of my life in the prophecy of the Goddess? ”

Aldrich Triss sliced him in half with a sword, "A puppet whose fate has been manipulated by the evil god is not qualified to be my old enemy!"

Leapfrogging over the two pieces of wreckage, he rushed towards the strongest humanoid armor among the cultists, and with a thud, his opponent was torn apart, revealing a black smoke figure inside, but soon the armor fragments were reassembled by invisible hands, adapting to Aldrich's heavy sword, becoming thicker and with two more arm shields.

The war was about to break out, and the rest of the evil cults fought against the helpers led by Aldrich, and they fell into a stalemate for a short time.