My name is...... Adrian.

Adrian, Latin for "black". And I do like black clothes, black shoes, black ties, and black nail polish...... Black gives me a sense of security, and black is where I belong.

This word was the only clue to me, and I think it should be my name, because in the first memory, "I" was Adrian. And that memory has faded, I don't quite remember what I was supposed to be, and if anything, many other people's memories are starting to crowd my brainspace.

I have gradually become apathetic, no longer moral, just an aimless mission. Little by little, emotions wash away and fade in different memories, losing their own hearts. Those who are talking to me, those who are devoured by me, they are talking to me.

One hundred people.

A thousand people.

10,000 people.

24/7.

And now a new face has been added, with iron-gray eyes and a resolute expression. He watched me, his life flowing through my brain, his sense of existence so strong that I was dragged in by him to experience his life, accompanied him through the rebellious youth and the sharp-edged youth, followed by the dark and furious middle age, as he walked through the foggy London nights with his faithful companions, with a cold pistol on the side, an old charred black mark tattooed on his chest, and a consecrated cross around his neck.

I accompanied him night after night as he flipped through the yellowed manuscripts, into forbidden realms where humanity had never traveled, and sipped the mysteries of the darkness. Every moment. His mind could be destroyed by endless madness, by the truth of those universes from the cold universe. That's enough knowledge to make mortals scream and gouge out their eyeballs. I felt the fear in his heart and felt him pluck up courage again and again. Search for the mystery of banishing darkness in the scriptures and whispers written by the greatest shamans in human history.

Every time it's like this, I think desperately that every time I devour someone, I fall in love with that person.

A bolt of lightning streaked across the sky, and Adrian, who was lying on the couch, opened his eyes, one as emerald green and the other as iron gray.

He put his hand on his face, clear tears streaming down his face.

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"Based on my years of experience, it's best to take advantage of this opportunity to rob while it's hot."

Seven hundred years after the coming of the evil gods. The most powerful cultural circle in East Asia, apart from the Chinese cultural circle, is Japan. Tokyo, the Oriental metropolis of Shanghai, has a unique and sharp sense of cultural antagonism. East vs. West, Ancient vs. Modern, Bamboo vs. Steel, Shrine Maiden and Mecha...... Perhaps it has something to do with the extremity of Japanese culture, where you can always see a sharp sense of opposition, and highlight the distorted and strange magical beauty from it.

Shanghai, another magical city 1,800 kilometers away from Tokyo and separated by a narrow ocean, organically combines the demons outside the sky with the local civilization with the unique tolerance of the mainland civilization circle. It has formed its unique natural aesthetics.

Under the gloomy canopy, the steel city stands on the western shore of the Pacific Ocean, and in the torrential rain, huge droplets of water fall on the surface of the plexiglass and steel towers. Form some kind of massive, resounding concerto.

On the street, a winged cart-pulling Dire flicked its mane restlessly. The extended Lincoln that drove through the street splashed all the way, and Su Jing saw a bald dwarf sitting in the back row. Perhaps less than a meter tall, the top of his smooth head is tattooed with a black rune. Cold, bareless eyes swept across the street.

"I remember these guys as hilichurls from the Burmese plateau. Such an evil god clan can be regarded as a second-class person. It is the so-called first-class evil god, second-class dependents, third-class aliens, and fourth-class people. It feels like a similar social hierarchy. ”

Because of the riots that broke out suddenly among the adventurers. The entire neighborhood was cordoned off by snake-man security forces wearing black cloaks. Su Jing and Su Luo are each holding a telescope, standing on the corner of the street, looking at the towering Jin Mao Tower. About twenty floors away, a small figure was crashing through the window pane and falling helplessly, landing on a car and smashing it flat.

"The feeling of being cold is like the blade of a cold weapon...... Knife gas. Su Luo closed her eyes, and a trace of cold breath seemed to come out of her delicate little nose.

Xu Fugui knew that a martial artist who had reached a considerable level of martial arts could detect distant threats through guò's mental intuition, but this realm was by no means a realm that a twelve-year-old girl could reach. But these two little devils have refreshed his three views again and again, even if these two guys suddenly say that they are gods in the next moment, Xu Fugui feels that he may not be able to believe in two points.

"There are a few uncles on the other side, and they seem to be discussing things."

Under a plane tree, a shriveled old man in a black suit, a middle-aged man in a white suit, and a white-haired black man in a black and white striped suit, the three of them form a subtle pattern. The black, white-haired man said a few words, as if he were not speculative, shrugged his shoulders, and walked over to this side.

Just behind him, the middle-aged man in a white suit had a somewhat ugly face, he held a white umbrella, raised the edge of the umbrella slightly, and his eyes seemed to be in contact with a certain point and a window on the Jin Mao Tower hundreds of meters away.

In the next moment, countless pieces of paper as thin as cicada's wings were separated from the white umbrella, and these pieces of paper converged into a slender Oriental Flying Dragon, which flew along a straight line like lightning towards the top of the Jin Mao Tower.

Bang!

There was a crisp gunshot, but it was almost silent in the pouring rain.

The paper dragon shuddered, and the dragon held a smoking bullet in its mouth. The hand holding the umbrella in the white suit gradually tightened, and the cyan meridians on the bones emerged one by one.

Gunshots rang out like a dense rain, and bullets scurried the paper dragons in all directions. After a few seconds, the paper dragon disintegrated in an instant, turning into a cloud of snow and slashing towards the top of the building. Thousands of confetti turned into a storm of death, and with the help of the ability, the confetti was sharper than the throwing knives, and struck the trench-coated man at the top of the building, holding two pistols and a toothpick in his mouth.

Zhang Weixin of the Heaven and Earth Club, his eyes were motionless under his sunglasses.

In general, the effective range of a pistol is fifty meters, and even a master shooter can only maintain a certain accuracy at a distance of a hundred meters at most. In actual combat, pistols are generally used at a distance of about twenty meters from the enemy. At this moment, Zhang Weixin was more than three hundred and fifty meters away from the magician who was manipulating paper, and theoretically speaking, only a miracle could allow him to hit the other party at such a distance.

The bullet is ejected, and the special warhead fired from the window rotates at a speed of 400 meters per second and shoots towards the ground. It cut through the almost static rain, pierced a drop of crystal clear rain, and brushed itself against countless pieces of paper sharper than a blade. Driven by gravity, wind, friction, and the almost undetectable rotation of the earth, a slightly curvature line is drawn across the lower edge of the white umbrella.

The black man with long punk white hair was wearing a black and white striped suit with a long figure, and with Su Jing and Su Luo's current height, he could only stare at the three colorful snakeskin belts around his waist.

"Wow, what a cute little friend." The black rapper staggered over, his palms holding three large jewel rings reaching out, as if trying to touch the boy's hair, but the two dodged away in unison.

With a snap, more than ten meters behind him, the white umbrella was scattered into countless sparse pieces of paper in an instant, and then the middle-aged man in a white suit fell down in a large shape, leaving only a blood-colored hole in his left eye. After flying more than 350 meters, the kinetic energy of the bullet had weakened to the point that it could not penetrate his skull, but it pierced through the eye of the paper manipulator with miraculous accuracy at that moment, shattered the eyeball, penetrated the nerve bundle behind it, and then entered the cranial cavity, and the rotating kinetic energy crushed his brain, instantly extinguishing his vitality.

Until death, the magician who manipulated the paper did not expect that Zhang Weixin could hit him from such a distance.

"People, sometimes they are misled by what they know, are you right?" The black man laughed happily, his two rows of clean white teeth shining wonderfully, "for they are convinced that Zhang Weixin will stand in the street unscrupulously and be exposed to Zhang Weixin's field of vision only with the most famous double guns...... But they didn't know that the place where Zhang Weixin could see was what his bullets could hit...... Kill range. ”

"Are you ......?" Xu Fugui asked hesitantly, there is a very famous evil god who is said to look similar to the guy in front of him......

"Nyarrathotep. A man of a thousand faces, who never lies, is at your service. The black man bowed sharply and magnificently, Xu Fugui wanted to see what he looked like, but he could see that every organ of his face was very clear and clear, but he couldn't put together his complete face. It seems that his face changes slightly every moment, which is unpredictable.

"The Swollen Daughter, the Shapeless One, the Messenger of Chaos, the Black Venerable of Egypt, the God of the Tongue of Blood, the Venerable Lord Nayarathotep. What do you have to say? ”

Su Jing and Su Luo returned the salute in the same exaggerated manner.

If with the current ability of the two, there is still a 5% chance of winning against Adrian, then against the black man in front of him, the odds are ...... 0。

It is the highest level of existence in this world, the evil god deity who walks on the earth alive, the messenger of the three-pillar god, and subtly controls the darkness of human history and technological development with countless incarnations. Nyara Totip, an outsider who plays with all of humanity, has a thousand avatars, a thousand masks, and a thousand names.

"Well, it's a business trip, and I'm traveling at public expense. As the most active leader of the country -- I am very responsible. ”

The black man said with a smile. (To be continued......)