(The second shift, I'll catch another shift before 12 o'clock.) It's rare to have so many rewards, and I should still owe four or five more, and I should be able to pay it off in the past two days, probably, after all, I don't want to irrigate, quality first, you say yes? ）

The overwhelming amount of magic far exceeds the limits of what humans can hold. Not to mention qualitatively, this is the deep darkness evoked by the gray-robed man with the spirit that symbolizes the 'other world', and compared to the magic of ordinary magicians, it is completely different from the level of the dimension.

"The figure prostrate on the ground, head raised!"

The roar was like the roar of a lion.

The mana rolled up, and the black substance that was churning, wriggling, and spraying on the ground trembled restlessly.

The mana that rivals the scale of the storm, the sharpness that is controlled without any confusion.

If you were an ordinary magician, you would be speechless just by seeing this sight. Even if you experience the strength of the gray-robed man, it is not unusual to kneel on the spot, it has such a meaning - the ultimate that a magician dreams of is here.

The demonic wind that uprooted the trees blew uncontrollably, like a giant in the age of mythology licking the earth with his bloody mouth, intimidating and searching for its mysterious scenes, stirring the shadows of the nerves that spread to every corner of the 'Otherworld'. To put it more carefully, the black matter that flowed endlessly along the shadows expanded and twisted, as if it was about to crush the inside, but when it was seriously calculated, there was more than one mass.

- They stood up.

Nightmarish, black, shiny form, amorphous body stenched and squirmed forward...... An amorphous mass of protoplasmic buocysts. There was a faint glimmer of light. Tens of thousands of green, pus-like eyes continue to form and decompose on its surface. The body that seemed to fill the field of vision left not a speck of dust and shone with a strange reflection snaked across the ground. If it is depicted in the style of a horror novel, it is a bloodied, mud-like rotting corpse, with a neck twisted at an incredible angle, slowly and desperately approaching.

"Even when I opened my mouth, I couldn't make a sound, my throat seemed to be blocked with a stone, my sweat soaked my clothes at some point, and my underwear was already wet to my skin. For the first time, Bladedance felt a wave of weakness spread through her body, causing her mind to stiffen like a paralyzing potion. But there was only one thing she could be sure of. This is not due to her cowardice.

The knife in his hand was still sharp and unstoppable, enough to cut through any enemy's confidence, and it was not lost from the beginning.

It's just—

"Hughes, you are the [Darkness of the Bush]."

The beautiful face turns white under the influence of drastic emotional changes.

As if spitting out an extremely filthy name, Blade Dance's expression was unusually cold, even with obvious disgust.

"It's not about [the darkness of the ambush]." The gray-robed man chuckled. The strong spirit of the voice is the perfect command. The alien creatures that Bladedance called Shogues. Without his explicit order, they all rushed to Blade Dance, and at the same time, they launched a siege without dead ends.

I don't know what else Blade Dance is. She had heard a little about this creature, which was not like an earthly creature, or even beyond the comprehension of humans, an evil thing that could make words indescribable, and pollut the spirits of others just by looking at them. That's right, no one can justify these kinds of things, and the word evil alone may not be enough.

It looks like a giant amoeba made of tar, with glowing eyes on its surface. Their appearance is already extremely terrifying even if they are just a glance, and in the remaining years of the future, ordinary people will probably have to live in fear of the unknown and mystery, and a very high degree of spiritual pollution is a distinctive feature of it and the system to which it belongs.

The gray-robed man who can serve freely without even having to pay any price is not considered human in a sense, because humans cannot coexist with such creatures, and this statement has been recognized by all magicians.

Even so, it can't erase the extraordinary strength of the gray-robed man.

As far as Blade Dance knows, there are several new magicians who can do this, but there is only one master of the Outer Lands who can create this dark reign, and that is the Darkness of the Shadows.

The shadow of darkness that crawls on the ground and wriggles endlessly, no matter how strong the light is, cannot penetrate it, like a barrier to another world, something that cannot be seen, cannot be touched, and must be kept away.

Otherwise, the moment it raises its head and looks at you, death will leave you, and at the same time, the unimaginable fear that makes words weak will consume your body and mind, and you will eat up nothing, leaving no residue, as if it had never appeared, completely erased from the objective world.

Blade Dance is well aware of this.

So—

"Liangyi, take that kid with you immediately, don't leave here with your head, as long as you can see the eldest lady, she will naturally have a way to protect you."

The cold voice that was unmoved seemed particularly reluctant at this moment.

Liangyi tugged at the corners of his mouth wordlessly, although he wanted to ask, 'Can you do it, if you can't, I can help you'. It's just that Yu Guangdu glanced at the young man who was sneering at him in the hovering car, even if his body couldn't move for half a minute, he could clearly feel the touch of liquid sliding on his neck.

He had heard of this liquid.

It seems to be called mercury, one of the substances commonly used by alchemists, symbolizing spiritual consummation. Although it didn't seem to be so mysterious at the moment, he had no doubt that his head would fall to the ground in the next moment.

That's a bit embarrassing.

"Boil, my blood." Ling Yi compiled the command equation with words, and the knowledge he inherited from Kenneth was enough for him to freely control this high-level magic dress, and the supply of mana was not a problem, but it was easier to absorb the magic power of the Great Source, reducing a lot of pressure for his own recovery, so that he could free up other thoughts to control the form transformation of the [Moon Spirit Essence].

How to put it, under Ling Yi's extremely meticulous operation, he suppressed this strange blonde uncle with a sudden attack two minutes ago, and then he began to think about what he would expose his breath for.

No, it can't be said to be exposed.

He could be sure that the skill of [Breath Blocking] had not been interrupted, and he insisted on saying that it was an unstable phenomenon.

He was extremely troubled by the instability that had occurred since the appearance of the Grey Man.

Fortunately, after a year and a half of training in Sword Art Online, I have reached a certain level of skill mastery, otherwise I would have directly exposed my details just now. Let them realize that the ordinary teenager in this intelligence turned out to be a fellow practitioner, which is not something to rejoice about.

Contrary.

Ling Yidu glanced at the blonde uncle who obediently raised his hands in surrender, this guy's perception really didn't know where the Dao came from, just a little clue could actually detect his own abnormality, so he had no choice but to strike first, after all, there was too little information about the magicians in the Lord World Realm in his hand, and he couldn't further judge the strength of the other party, which could only be said to be a helpless move. (To be continued......)