Return to Scheer's Lodge.

Lin Zhong took out the Book of Serraino, and recorded a text at the end of the page, which caught his attention.

"Nightmare words, funny. ”

The Nightmare Language is a special secret language used by the Witch Society, which is generally used to record high-level witchcraft and some extremely important research materials.

Seraeno seems to have some connection to the Witch Society, just like Loraine's mother, and perhaps there is a rare source of information about witchcraft in this world.

"After the battle of gods and demons is over, we have to return to Wales City. Lin Zhong squinted.

It's getting dark.

Darkness once again enveloped the Realm of Chaos, and the smell of blood and carnage enveloped the city.

Lin Zhong walked out of the Hell inn and walked alone on the shadow-covered streets, his eyes faintly glowing with a layer of blood, which looked extremely strange.

"The fluctuation just now can't be wrong, it seems to be the power of the nightmare weapon. Lin Zhong showed a grim smile.

The Nightmare Weapon is a special weapon created by the wizards of the Witch Society, which has extremely special powers, and many wizards want to get the Nightmare Weapon.

It's a pity that after the witch society disappeared, the manufacturing method of this weapon also disappeared, and the few nightmare weapons that circulated were also in the hands of a few people.

The muscles on his legs loomed, like steel snakes, floating wildly.

Under the advancement of the powerful force, Lin Zhong was like a giant python leaping forward, moving quickly in the darkness, drawing long phantom shadows.

"It turned out to be here. Lin Zhong licked his lower lip, and his whole body flashed suddenly.

Thundered!

A huge cavern suddenly appeared on the wall, and fierce screams rang out, and a female elf on the bed screamed loudly, and next to her was a grim-faced man.

The man has purple hair and purple eyes, and a lion pattern faintly appears on his arm.

"What are you?" said the purple-haired man coldly, his muscles like stones, revealing a strange heaviness.

"Four times the normal human body, interesting. Lin Zhong hooked a grim smile and stared at a pitch-black scimitar at the purple-haired man's waist.

The dark scimitar contained a treacherous power that attracted to the magic power in his body, and it seemed that the dark scimitar was the nightmare weapon he was looking for.

"Very well, it seems that you don't want to answer. The purple-haired man's body bent suddenly, and countless lines suddenly cracked on the bed.

In a flash.

The purple-haired man's right hand gripped the pitch-black scimitar at his waist, and a black mist filled out, and the incomparably strong chaotic power suddenly came together.

Lin Chong suddenly felt that his spirit seemed to be frozen, and his body was a little disobedient.

Yikes!

A black line flashed in his eyes, and suddenly there was an extremely severe pain in his neck, and bright red blood flowers bloomed in the air.

"Good, good. A deep knife mark appeared on Lin Chong's neck, and blood kept flowing from it.

"You're not dead yet?" the purple-haired man looked at Lin Chong in disbelief.

"It's a pity that you don't have magical power in you, otherwise I would have died at your hands. Lin Chong narrowed his eyes and smiled extremely evilly.

"Witch power, you'd better die!" the purple-haired man sneered, and the black mist spread again.

Rumble!

Lin Chong's body suddenly went blank in the air.

The purple-haired man suddenly felt a domineering and incomparable force, which exploded on his chest, and the whole person flew upside down to the wooden bed.

"Poof!" the purple-haired man spat out a mouthful of blood, and Bai Sensen's sternum came out.

"Ah!" the elven woman screamed.

"Shut up!" The purple-haired man kicked the elf woman in the back and kicked her in Lin Chong's direction.

Immediately after, he drew his sword and flew through the elf woman's body.

"Your meanness, I admire. Lin Zhong smiled, and the incomparably black poisonous fire suddenly burst open, and the entire hut was overwhelmed by the black flames, plunged into endless darkness.

A short, miserable cry sounded in the darkness.

"Die!"

A pitch-black scimitar slashed at Lin Chong's neck from mid-air, and a chaotic force struck Lin Chong's brain again.

The pitch-black scimitar is only a line away from Lin Chong's neck.

"Hmph, idiot. Lin Chong suddenly raised his head, his eyes full of bloodlust.

Crunch.

The sound of bones shattering sounded, and the purple-haired man found an extra crimson fruit under his feet, and a huge scarlet mouth kept devouring his body.

His scimitar slashed at Lin Chong's neck, but it slashed and turned into nothingness.

"After the Thousand Poisonous Fire absorbed the power of desire, it had the ability to hallucinate. Lin Chong's voice sounded behind him.

"You!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a white palm burst out of his chest, holding a beating red piece of flesh on it, and plopped.

In the next second, the red pieces of meat exploded into a piece of meat foam, scattered everywhere.

The purple-haired man's body was devoured by the fruit of life, and a life force flowed from the fruit of life to Lin Zhong's injured body.

"Nightmare weapons, it's amazing. Lin Zhong licked the blood from the corner of his mouth and picked up the pitch-black scimitar on the ground.

The pitch-black scimitar is about the size of a forearm, like a crescent moon, and the blade is engraved with two wizard patterns, named "Dark Night".

"Dark Night, it's a nice name, let me feel your power. Lin Zhong gathered the magic power in his body on the Night Scimitar, and a black mist spread.

The black mist seemed to have a power that affected the human spirit, which would make people's spirits freeze in an instant, just like Lin Chong had just done.

"The Nightmare Weapon of the Witch Society, it is really powerful, this seems to be a first-level Nightmare Weapon. Lin Zhong looked at the handle of the Night Scimitar, which was engraved with a moon pattern.

But he didn't have time to study it, for he smelled a lot of breaths that seemed to be coming towards the hut he was in.

"Hehe, with the strength of this guy, it is estimated that he is an amazing guy in the lion, but it's a pity. Lin Zhong sneered and quickly disappeared into the darkness.

The door to the hut was blasted open, and a group of humans walked in, all of them looked surprised at the sight of the mess inside, and they became even more angry when they saw a stump on the ground.

The stump arm depicts a lion motif, and there is a bright red number three on it, revealing a sense of majesty and mystery.

"Wood was killed! Damn!"

"How could anyone kill Wood?

The humans who came in looked suspicious, but Wood's arm would not deceive them, because the lion pattern on it was undoubtedly Wood's.