"Albert Wodingson."

Ji Yan's face was indifferent, and he whispered softly, the tip of his bright silver pen rustling on the white paper.

Halfway through the stroke, the strokes are choppy.

Ji Yan glanced at it twice and threw it into a one-person-high fish tank next to the desk.

There was no water in the fish tank, but after the pen was thrown into the fish tank, it swam flexibly, and if you looked closely, it was a cuttlefish the size of a palm.

The cuttlefish found a stone to hide underneath, its tentacles spread, and its whole body was paralyzed, looking listless.

Ji Yan calmly stretched out his left hand and held it in the fish tank, and another cuttlefish appeared in his hand.

The cuttlefish stiffened at the touch of him, and then turned into a silvery-white pen, which took over the mission from its predecessor, the sharp tip of the pen continuing to rustle on the paper.

After finishing writing, Ji Yan lowered his eyes and looked at the booklet in front of him and fell into deep thought.

I saw that there were rows of names recorded on it, neatly arranged, counting from top to bottom, there were about one or twenty people.

Closing the booklet, Ji Yan turned his head to look out the window, his black eyes reflecting the glow.

At this time, the red sun is sinking in the west, and the sky is golden.

In the streets and alleys of the city, the crowd was bustling, and the smoke from the food sheds rose into the small hut on the second floor.

Ji Yan smelled a hint of hustle and bustle, and shook his head slightly.

He was not a native of this world, and was born with some remaining memory fragments, and then waited until he was sixteen for his memories to fully awaken.

This world is vast and a civilization-like Western civilization, with three major empires and hundreds of small countries on the continent.

The Empire did not have a friendly relationship with each other, but because the borders did not border each other, there were very few incidents of overt conflict.

Now we are in an era of mysterious fading, the various forces are no longer visible, and most civilians are extremely difficult to encounter, but they are not unaware of the existence of mysteries.

Ji Yan's own family is in the aristocratic class, and as the heir of a viscount, as far as this world is concerned, the starting point is already higher than that of most people.

At least you are qualified to contact the relatively simple mystical cultivation manual, and roughly refine your own mystical power.

It's a pity that he is not a son-in-law, and there is an orthodox heir, so his second son should not think about inheriting the family law book that has been passed down from generation to generation.

This world is based on the content of mysterious factors contained in the body as a rough standard, from 0 to 1, and the realm above 1 is the morning star and the bright moon.

Because the cultivation manual is a big road commodity, and the talent is not enough, so far the factor content has not even reached 0.1.

As the second son of the viscount, he should have access to a better cultivation manual, but ......

Thinking of this, Ji Yan exhaled lightly, fortunately, a year ago, the system was late, and he had the hope of continuing to embark on the mysterious road.

The system is similar to the communication tool of the previous life,Click in is a classic chat interface,In the upper left corner of the personal avatar column,A Q version of the orange-red planet is slowly turning in circles。

This is a newbie package given by the system, an account for the gods.

Unfortunately, there are many restrictions on its use, and only believers can experience His power for a short time by sacrificing to him.

Generally speaking, the things that believers sacrifice to the gods are not too bad, but the newbie package given by the system is actually an evil god, so there are all kinds of strange sacrifices.

"Ding-dong-"

A message box pops up to interrupt his thoughts.

"Roman Earnjochst initiated a video chat with you."

"Answer or not."

Well?

Ji Yan's eyes narrowed slightly, and the pen in his hand tapped on the table.

Someone has already summoned it once this week, and can it summon a second time in a short period of time?

Is there something wrong with the system?

As soon as the thought moved, Ji Yan opened the panel, and the system was still the same, without the slightest change.

A werewolf head is pulsating, with the classic red and green buttons underneath.

Werewolf? Ji Yan was interested, after all, he rarely saw a foreign race.

"Answer."

"Wait, we're connecting......"

"The connection is successful, and the ...... is started"

His eyes suddenly went black, then his body softened and he sat down in his chair.

The chair full of classical European style automatically adjusted the back of the chair, one of the chair legs extended into tentacles, and a stack of quilts was removed from the bed and gently covered Ji Yan's body.

……

In an eerie and damp cave, figures were staggered, and people in black robes stood still with their heads bowed and silent.

They were not far apart, facing the huge altar in the center of the cave.

The altar was damaged, but the ancient lines on it could still be seen, as well as mottled bloodstains.

Endless stalagmites burst out of the darkness and hung upside down above the cave, like beasts in the darkness, baring their fangs.

The air was filled with the smell of damp must, but the man in black seemed to have no sense of smell, and his face was full of solemnity and solemnity.

As if waiting for some time, a man dressed in elaborate clothes took a step forward, approached the altar in awe, and whispered an ancient incantation.

The rest of the men in black also scattered around the altar and chanted together.

They raised their heads and revealed their true faces, both men and women.

His expression began to become frenetic, as if he was expecting something.

……

"Located at the intersection of the sun and the moon"

"Let's go to the endless twilight"

"The Agnostic of Life and Death"

"Wanderer of Endless Chaos"

"Lord of Twilight with supreme power"

"We're here"

"A witch born of a werewolf"

"Show your power to guide the world to the twilight"

"Bringing the ultimate tranquility"

After chanting the incantation, Roman Ornjochst turned to face the devotees, who were the initiators and leaders of the sacrifice.

Roman said to the believers, "Bring the sacrifices! ”

The hoarse voice echoed in the cave like a crow.

The faithful believers immediately carried the sacrifice that had fallen into a coma.

After placing the sacrifice in the center of the altar, they hurried down, as if every second they stayed on the altar was disrespectful to God.

Roman looked at the sacrifice, his face showed a hint of excitement, and he believed that the Supreme Lord of Dusk must be very satisfied with this sacrifice.

Soon he regained his solemn countenance, knelt down facing the altar, and said in a loud voice, "Sacrifice to the Lord of the Supreme Dusk." ”

All the believers also worshipped devoutly, and their mouths echoed together.

"Sacrifice to the Supreme Lord of Dusk."

Perhaps it was the sound that woke the sacrifice who had been unconscious for a long time, and she frowned and slowly opened her green eyes.

It was a skinny girl with long black hair and eyes that were as innocent as jewels, without the slightest impurity.

There was a scratch on the white face, which was dripping with blood, and the delicate body under the clothes couldn't stop trembling, and the whole person was weak and helpless.

I...... Where is this?

Feeling the gradually cold body, the girl cried in her heart.

She didn't quite understand why Mr. Roman, who was usually very good to her, deceived her.

And, if grandma finds out I'm gone, what will she be sad about?

The girl thought of her grandmother and was filled with worry.

But now, she doesn't even know where she is, even if she is anxious, she is helpless.

The girl looked around cautiously, but before she could take a second look, a strange atmosphere began to flow over the altar, and the first to bear the brunt was the girl who was the sacrifice.

She felt unusually uncomfortable in her body, and there was something strange that seemed to want to come out of her skin, but because of the strange power, she hid in the girl's body and shivered.

Wisps of white mist dispersed from the sky and gradually spread.

In the quiet white mist, huge shadows slowly emerged.

Its majestic body resembles a planet, seemingly radiating light and heat, pressing across the altar.

When everyone comes into contact with this breath, they will know it in their hearts.

He is God!