The guards swayed, but saw a strange figure walking towards them.

And it's so fast that it seems to be coming straight at him.

The soldier suddenly became alert, squinted, and stared ahead with a sharp blade in hand.

When he got closer, he was sure he didn't know the man.

"Stop!"

With a sharp reprimand, the man saw the flashing blade aimed at him, and decisively stopped.

At the same time, his hands are put together, indicating that he has no malicious intent.

The person who came was a thin middle-aged man, his eyes were a little glazed, but under the cover of the night, he couldn't see clearly.

The soldier looked him up and down a few times, and the man put his hand into his arms, and the soldier saw his movements, and almost reflexively drew his knife and slashed it.

But in the next second, the knife stopped in the air.

He saw a token that the man had pulled out, a black token.

The soldier swallowed, and he recognized the token as belonging to the commander.

Putting the blade away, he looked at the man in front of him with a look no longer arrogant, and a smile barely appeared on his face, but he cursed secretly in his heart.

If there is a token, he didn't take it out early, which made Lao Zibai nervous.

When the other soldiers who were also guarding the gates heard the commotion, they poked their heads out to observe the situation, but he was driven back.

"Hahaha, misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding."

The soldier was a little more respectful when facing the commander's people.

"I wonder which family this brother belongs to?"

The middle-aged man stared at him coldly, without any expression.

The soldier was suddenly startled by this empty look, and a chill crept up his back, as if he were facing a puppet.

He crawled out of the pile of dead people on the battlefield, and he was scared one day.

The soldier stared at the man in front of him tightly, this person was really weird, and for a while he couldn't tell what it was like.

"No, it's inconvenient to tell it, so what's the matter?"

In the face of the soldier's question, the corners of the man's mouth stiffly hooked up, but his eyes were still hollow, without the slightest look, as if with a smirk.

"We're going to have a cargo ship pass through tonight, and hopefully it's going to be convenient."

His mouth moved, and the words he spat out seemed to be followed by a comma and then a word.

And they are not related to each other, and they need to be understood by others for a long time.

The soldier felt that things were getting more and more strange, but looking at the commander's token, he hurriedly agreed to prevent him from wearing small shoes for himself.

"I know, I know, when the time comes, you let the cargo ship flash its lights three times, and I will let you go."

The middle-aged man stared at his face for a long time, then nodded.

The soldier could no longer stand the strange man, and was in a bit of a grumpy mood, wanting to punch the stiff and pale face.

But because of the chief's people, he is not very easy to do, so he holds back the dryness in his heart.

Finally, the man left.

The soldier looked at the figure in the distance, and his walking movements were a little stiff.

Suddenly, I realized that this man was actually very similar to a dead man, after all, only the gaze of a dead man was that lifeless appearance.

But then he put this outrageous idea behind him, and the reason why the dead are called dead is because they can't move.

If you can move, can you still call it dead?

The soldier smacked.

Tomorrow I will resolutely no longer work the night shift, and I must go to the city to relax and soothe my frightened soul.

……

The sewers of the imperial capital belong to the world of darkness.

Drains are like blood vessels under the skin, they carry the drainage of sewage and rainwater, so they have an indescribable smell.

Somewhere, a group of people sat cross-legged around a black-robed priest.

Probably because there is no heaving in the chest, so I don't care about the smell.

"Click, click, click."

The sound of footsteps was particularly clear in the claustrophobic and narrow pipe, and the sound of splashing water reached the ears of the black-robed priest.

The black-robed priest's closed eyes suddenly opened, and a glimmer of light flashed.

When a momentum was about to erupt, it was suppressed.

The mystical factor content in his body has broken through the threshold of 0.9 and has come to 1.

That is, the realm where the mystery factor and oneself are one, and then you can be promoted to the morning star.

The black-robed priest stood up, along with the other figures.

Soon, a figure walked in, it was the man with a blank face and a thin body.

His movements are a bit stiff, but they don't interfere with his daily activities.

The black-robed priest asked, "O believers of my lord, how are things going?" ”

The middle-aged man stopped, bowed his head and replied, "The Lord of Dusk is above, the matter has been completed, and you can enter the city tonight." ”

Hearing this, the priest's face was irrepressible with excitement.

His gaze carried a hint of longing, and he couldn't help but laugh.

The corners of the surrounding figures' mouths also curled, revealing a smile, but their eyes were dull and wooden, like puppets.

The scene was once in a strange state.

The black-robed priest was already immersed in his own fantasies at the moment, unable to extricate himself.

In the fantasy, the great gods will lead the devout believers to drag the whole world into twilight and peace.

He does not seek supreme rights, nor does he want to have a lot of wealth.

He just wanted to be able to give his soul a home.

For this long-cherished wish, he can do whatever it takes.

Whoever stands in his way, he will destroy it completely.

The black-robed priest's eyes flashed with determination, and at this time, he seemed to be a saint, regaining a trace of his senses.

However, if you want to meet the great Lord of the Dusk, you must find the Son.

So where will you be, Son?