The path leading to the Shadow Promenade of the Shattered Mask Station is littered with messy skeletons, all of which are greetings from righteous men who are trying to sanction this evil organization and their peers who are unwilling to have their business robbed, all of them slumping on their way to their destination, succumbing to the sudden delivery of a dagger of dark light from the depths of the darkness, their sharp blades coated with malicious poison and ruthless trickery.

The highly decomposed corpses lay on their backs or on the rugged ground, and from time to time a gust of wind blew across the path of death, and the hollow skulls would emit a terrible and piercing hiss, like the lamentation of countless souls for the unfortunate fate of their own short lives. The gaps between the bones were occasionally shaken by the wind to reveal scattered bone phosphorus, and the moment it came into contact with the air, it shone with an ominous green phosphorescence, like the tears of remorse of the dead souls, giving a stern warning to future generations.

Aldrich, however, did not care about this, and walked briskly along the road of death. Since he successfully harvested the lives of many members of the Broken Mask, and obtained and accumulated the power of shadows from the bodies of the dead, he has become a high-level wanderer without a teacher, and the conspicuous white knight aura that emanates from his body like a raging bonfire quickly fits in with the surrounding environment, and after walking in this dark area for a long time, he and his figure are engulfed in darkness, and can no longer be noticed.

An unprecedentedly powerful enemy is rapidly approaching the station, and the Broken Mask, who lacks a sense of crisis, has just entered a state of mobilization, and Hedris, as the spiritual leader of the organization, only summons the wanderers of the upper echelons who are active in the sewers out of the conservative concept of the elderly. The thieves have not yet had time to gather the ace assassins in the organization through secret channels, after all, there is only one person who is the uninvited opponent, according to the past experience, large-scale emergency mobilization will often expose the existence of the organization, and be detected by the peers who are hostile to the Broken Mask Organization, and launch a retaliatory follow-up strangulation attack, which would be too passive!

The damp and heavy air was soaked with a biting chill, and ordinary people would not be able to endure all kinds of diseases after staying for a long time, but the high-level wanderers who were ambushed near the road of death and merged with the surrounding environment were familiar with the power of shadows and their physique was far beyond that of ordinary people, and their blood was even boiling because of the upcoming battle, but on the surface they did not have any sense of existence at all, like a cold rock statue.

Rigorous and impersonal training has polished them to perfection, and dangerous inheritance rituals have infused them with shadowy powers beyond the imagination of ordinary people, transforming these wanderers, who are also among the best in the dark world, into more efficient and precise killing machines!

However, the villain who came to visit this time was Aldrich Tris, a knight of virtue far above the level, who not only easily devoured the essence of legendary weapons, but also possessed the ability to harvest the power of shadows, and was simply the greatest natural enemy of this group of fanatics who hid in the dark and secretly operated.

Aldrich Triss walked down the road to death, quietly approaching the high-level wanderers with high alertness and danger perception carefully cultivated by the Shattered Mask Order, holding in his hands the "belly snake fragment" that had lost its evil essence but not lost its sharpness, like a lover's lips as sweet as rose petals, kissing them tenderly over their throats, and like the arrows of love sent by the Firehair Lady herself, easily piercing their hearts.

Boiling blood spurted out of the gaping wound, "Hiss...... Hiss", the sound of the wind resounded in the air, and it was immediately muffled by the gusts of wind that happened to blow by, so that even the proximity and vigilance of the wanderers could not detect it.

Lives passed silently in the darkness, and the Shattered Mask Shatter's first line of defense, which had been intended to snipe at uninvited villains, quietly collapsed at the hands of Aldrich Triss.

"Broken Mask! An out-of-the-gas organization that has been dragged down by the great fame of the past to the point of being sluggish and insensitive, the external strength cannot hide the weakness and incompetence on the inside, perhaps it is because they have succeeded too many times, causing them to reach the point of being at the end of the mountain, and they have the certainty of taking the opportunity to turn the situation around! It really makes me smile bitterly, this is the first of the three major illusions in life!"

Aldrich walked unhurriedly to the end of the road to death, and behind him were the corpses of the high-ranking wanderers of the Broken Mask Organization lying on the ground at random, mixed with the remains of their challengers who showed their glory, and the wails of countless souls faded away, until the last murderer with bloody hands fell, and the strange and poignant sound disappeared in an instant!

In the world of unspeakable revenants, the souls associated with the Shattered Mask are waiting for the destruction of this evil organization, and as the blood-stained spirits continue to arrive, the resentment that the revenants have accumulated for a long time begins to dissipate, like the cold winter snow that melts in the warm sun of spring.

Hedris, the spiritual leader of the Broken Mask, was a little uneasy, and he had not received the news that the guest had fallen in the path of death, and the long wait had exhausted the patience of the old man who was about to lose his child.

"Something is wrong, something is really wrong! There was no sign of anything, but I felt a bad omen of impending disaster. How strong can an uninvited guest be to such an extent? It is completely unreasonable for a person to overthrow an organization that has been inherited from the dark world for a long time, and it is hard for me to believe it!"

The old man suddenly wanted to go to the Shadow Corridor to see, no matter what happened outside or what kind of emergencies occurred, he could figure out everything by looking at the portraits that were closely related to the members of the organization.

Just as the spiritual leader of the Shattered Mask Organization left his seat and prepared to head to his destination, the door to the path of death on the periphery of the station burst open.

"The high-level wanderers outside are all wiped out!"

The enemy has already kicked the door so blatantly, and the Broken Mask Higher-Ups who are important members of the Northland Dark World immediately understand their situation, after all, the situation has become so bad that there is an enemy in the core area of the organization, and if they don't take action, they will be destroyed irretrievably!

But when the door to the cave collapsed, there was no enemy, only the power of familiar and unfamiliar shadows poured in like mercury.

It is said that it feels familiar after all, but it is strange because this shadow force is full of cold malice, not only resisting the resonant control of the high-level personnel of the organization, but also constantly seizing and depriving them of the savings in their bodies and the gifts of their predecessors obtained by inheritance rituals.

"Is this the true face of the enemy of the Broken Mask, who has such great control and authority over the power of shadows? Could it be the awakened Shadow King, or perhaps the descendants of the Divine Son that we have deliberately forgotten?"

As one after another the top of the organization was seized of the power of the shadows and turned into ordinary people, even the spiritual leader Hedris, who had fused with the shadows, was stripped out and thrown to the ground, and the seemingly strongest Broken Mask Upper Levels were weaker than the wanderers who were ambushed in the path of death, and the awe or fear of the gods they believed in had already overwhelmed their will, completely lifting the resistance in the hearts of these people.

Aldrich Triss has finally appeared, harvesting the lives of twelve high-level wanderers, he has integrated and sublimated the power of scattered shadows, and refined a unique lord-level authority, perhaps not comparable to the "Shadow King" who was lost in time, but his status in the shadow realm is far beyond everyone in the Broken Mask, and he can easily put on a shadow shell without a specific form, and then make a grand official appearance.

As a result, the upper echelons of the Shattered Mask Organization saw the ink-like shadow energy body, as well as a pair of eyes without human feelings, and only deduced from its flame-burning exterior that the mood of the shadow energy body at this time was probably not as wonderful as the upper echelons of the Shattered Mask expected.

After losing the shadow power in his body, the top of the organization became indistinguishable from ordinary people, and his mentality collapsed when Aldrich made his grand debut, and before he could exert the authority of the shadow realm, the sound of puff tom was connected, and except for a few people, the other high-level members of the organization knelt.

Aldrich Triss didn't talk too much, and directly began to carry out the "trial", even the old people such as Heydris, who was unwilling to surrender, had no power to resist at all, and were all condensed by the power of shadows The swords, guns and spears took the life of the wind and candle in the last years!

The Shattered Mask Organization has been destroyed, and as the inheritor of the Shadow King's priesthood, he has disappeared into the dark world forever!

Aldrich Triss didn't destroy the Underground Base, but sat on his throne in the empty Hall of the Shadow Corridor and set out to condense the "Wish Cup"!

The essence of the wish cup is hope, and the people most worthy of saving are the lower classes of society in this industrial new city, the poor who are numb by the cruel life!