"The power of the scarlet has become more ......"

Wei Wei, who was sleeping deeply, came to the sea of blood in a trance.

He could clearly feel the change here, and he saw that the blood that had not reached the surface of his feet seemed to be submerged to his knees.

The smell of blood in the air is even heavier, and you can even see the blood mist steaming up like mist, and from time to time it is hallucinated into the appearance of various strange monsters, with unique ferocity and indignation, towards the unknown world, raising its neck and roaring wildly.

He could feel that he had a more obvious sense of freedom in this sea of blood.

In the past, he could only be in a trance, dripping in this sea of blood, like a lost ghost, walking aimlessly, but now, as long as he wants to, he can stand on the sea, and the sea of blood around him is as agile as his limbs.

They can even writhele and turn and send themselves wherever they want to go.

The fourth execution rack has become extremely clear.

The giant hanging on it tilted his head, his neck was stretched a little deformed, his expression and facial features were also distorted into abnormal appearances, only the pair of eyes that seemed to be a little slanted, narrowed into a slit, and looked at Wei Wei quietly, maybe it was a problem of angle, no matter where Wei Wei was, these eyes that were narrowed into a slit would stare straight at him......

The blood flowers under Wei Wei's feet surged, and the flesh and blood around him gathered and lifted him to a higher place.

He even came to the level of the hanged giant on the fourth execution, and looked at its death up close, its skin.

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"Sin hangs in the twilight, and ghosts wander in the silent forest at midnight."

"Zhejiang interprets the law of scarlet, and the divine right is tied to the neck of the sacrificer... ……”

"I face the darkness and carry the dawn ......"

“....….”

The giant's voice was moving, and Wei Wei heard a large and mysterious language, which resonated with his own spirit, and he saw huge visions, as if he had gone through a tired life and seen a terrifying giant thing coming.

Before he became the Crimson Mentor, he couldn't understand what the giants on the execution rack were telling him.

Comprehend the ritual of promoting to the third stage of the Crimson, or through the reminder of the god's deathknell. But after all, he had already experienced this time, and this time he didn't seem to be so confused.

He didn't even listen carefully to what the hanging giant was trying to say to him, but he just felt the mysterious language that accompanied him, the mysterious language that surged above this sea of blood, and in his heart, naturally, something was fused and comprehended.

It all turned into a hidden hint that remained in his heart.

"Crimson's power has grown."

Wei Wei thought silently in his heart: "My control over the sea of blood has also become stronger. ”

"The most important thing is that I have a deeper understanding of scarlet."

......”

He vaguely understood in his heart that this should be the reason why he had seized part of the power of the god's death knell before.

At that time, the god Death Knell obviously wanted to take away the scarlet power in its own body, and it even took it for granted, but it still failed, the scarlet was its own, and it didn't even have to do with control, they essentially belonged to themselves...

Wei Wei could even feel that these scarlets were fused with his own body will. Scarlet is herself, and she is scarlet.

He could feel the subtle changes in it, and he didn't find it strange at all.

It's as if things were meant to be their own.

However, there are still some things that he can't figure out now......

He was in this trance of the sea of blood, the picture in front of him was switching, and he saw a phantom figure, kneeling on the sea of blood.

Sometimes they make a gesture of prayer towards themselves, sometimes they whisper, sometimes they worship reverently.

I can feel that behind these seemingly ever-changing and unreal phantoms, there is real spiritual power, and these spiritual powers, like commodities that don't need money, are at their fingertips, and pick and choose...... This is, believer?

Wei Wei thought silently in his heart.

When these phantoms appeared above the sea of blood, he could feel their thoughts.

They were praying to the Sheep's Horn Demon......

The biggest disaster in Scrap Iron City has passed, and even the Scrap Iron City security team has already celebrated in advance.

But not for these ordinary people.

They have just experienced a catastrophe, and many people have been displaced and many are waiting for help.

After a disaster, it is always easy to produce people who are desperate.

They are always accustomed to praying to some kind of ethereal being, hoping to get some help beyond reality...... And these people are worshipping the horn demon.

Originally, in the scrap iron city, the sheep's horn demon was talked about as a street monster.

Even if there are many people who have analyzed various cases and think that the sheep's horn demon that haunts the darkness is kind in nature, and it is actually just saving those who are targeted by the devil, but because of his terrifying appearance, it is still not accepted.

But in the midst of this disaster, some firm and unwavering thoughts were born.

There are many people who, when they are plagued by illness and are dazed, have seen the appearance of the Sheep's Horn Demon.

They remembered that the claw demon walked slowly through the streets, and the sickness and torment of the disease were alleviated wherever they passed.

It was as if it had brought some kind of nectar that saved the world, and even the plague avoided it.

Others remember that when they were driven to the end of the alley by the crazy outcasts outside the city, eager to be killed headlong to avoid those unimaginable terrible consequences, it was the Sheephorn Demon who appeared in time, and the multi-barreled revolver ran and killed the crazy guys.

So, there is already a saying that is beginning to circulate among desperate people.

Scrap Iron City is a city protected by demons.

The demon is naturally the Sheephorn Demon, which will appear when people are most desperate and kill monsters with the most brutal means.

Also accompanied by the prayers of these people, Wei Wei saw that there seemed to be something brewing in the sea of blood.

It was a condensed mass of blood, like an egg.

Inside this water of blood, a humanoid object appeared. It was pitch black, with the face of a sheep and a large blood-colored scythe in its hand.

It's just that its appearance is constantly changing, although the overall shape is determined, but it is always modified in some details, such as height, sometimes it is two or three meters high, and sometimes it becomes as tall and short as an ordinary person. The back is sometimes covered with black wings, and sometimes it is only muscular skin. The scythe in his hand also turned into a multi-barreled revolver from time to time......

The sheep's face also sometimes becomes a real monster face that is integrated with the body.

Sometimes it becomes a mask that is fastened to the face......

"Are these people making gods?"

Wei Wei thought to himself.

A god is the embodiment of hope.

And creating a god out of nothingness to worship is also one of the instincts of human beings.

These worshippers of the sheep-faced demon are also fabricating the god in their minds, a sheep-horned demon who guards the scrap iron city.

It's just that the horn demon in everyone's heart is different, and everyone has a different understanding of the horn demon, so when their fabrication began, the shape of the horn demon that appeared in their own blood sea was changeable and uncertain......

Wei Wei suddenly looked forward to it, if one day they unified their understanding, what would become of the Sheephorn Demon?

It appeared in its own sea of blood, does that mean that it has a doppelganger?

Or can you be like this? Of course, Wei Wei could feel that this ability didn't seem to belong to the normal level of the scarlet system.

It's like listening to your fearful heartbeat before.

You can use scarlet to fight, you can use scarlet to make various weapons, you can use scarlet to cover ghosts, and even directly control other people's hearts, all of which belong to the ability of the scarlet system, but at the same time, you seem to have mastered another level of ability, the original "righteous gaze" belongs to this level, the latest "Sheep's Horn Demon"

, also belongs to this level.

It's also a Crimson belt, but it's not like a normal ability.

It's more like some kind of "power" that is beyond the scope of ability, some higher level.

....

Either way, at least when the Sheep's Horn Demon takes shape, he doesn't have to spend any more money on a mask......

"Pretty cool......"

Wei Wei patted the shoulder of the unformed sheep's horn demon, indicating that he was very satisfied with its appearance.

As a result, it collapsed with a bang.

It is still very far from the successful shaping, and at this time, there is not even a physical entity.

Feeling the fragility of this sheep-horned demon, Wei Wei slowly swam around in the sea of blood.

But no matter where he found, he didn't find the figure of the black knight.

And he clearly remembered that just when the god Death Knell was about to forcibly tear away his scarlet power, there was a black knight figure, which suddenly rushed out of his eyes, and with all his strength, he gave the god Death Knell a surprise blow. The figure felt familiar to him.

He could even be sure that the black figure should be related to the old knight who he had sent on the road with his own hands.

When I sent him on the road, it felt as if he had left something for himself.

The scene that appeared in the face of the death knell of the gods afterwards also confirmed this point.

It's just that it left only such a shadow, and at that time, it was consumed, or did it leave some kind of imprint?

Wei Wei was a little unsure for a while.

Father An in the Church of the Facelings, the Knight of Order with whom he has only one side, the death knell of the god who claims to have killed the gods, he has only been back in the Scrap Iron City for only three months, and a lot has already happened, they all seem to have their own plans, they all have their own goals, some of them show their malice towards themselves without reservation, and some of them help themselves at critical times......

But what does that have to do with yourself?

……

When many people fall into the mystery, there will always be a feeling that they will not give up until they understand all the mysteries, but Wei Wei did not, he just walked slowly in this sea of blood, his mood gradually relaxed, and he happily enjoyed everything at present.

Why do you have to make things so complicated and messy?

Wouldn't it be nice to keep it simple?

Father Ann's so-called "God Butcher Weapon", "Pu Wei Prophecy" Balabala, is not important.

The Knight of Order's inexplicable trust and help to himself is not important. As for the death knell of the god who was punched into the arms of the wandering church by Miss Bluebird, it was even less important.

I'm also very busy, how can I take care of them?

If you want to calculate, you can use it, even if you want to destroy the world, it has nothing to do with me This world, many times it is such a mess, everyone holds their own secrets and desires, and makes the original simple life a mess, Wei Wei learned to live in other people's calculations a long time ago, just like when he first cooperated with the Foundation to create the scarlet series weapons that were not destined to belong to him from the beginning, those people have always been worried about their own reservations.

But he didn't, but he helped them complete the weapon very seriously.

Because Wei Wei has always had a very simple outlook on life.

Figuring out other people's secrets, other people's thoughts, and other people's calculations is too tiring and troublesome.

Whatever......

I don't want to listen to the will of the world, I want the world to listen to my will!

I don't need to figure out what you're doing, what you're preparing, I just want you to know what I'm going to do.

Life is as simple as that.