"Everyone, welcome to this auction......

In a stepped hall, a masked figure walked up to the high platform in front of him.

He looked at the crowd that had almost filled the place, and bowed slightly to welcome them.

"It's hard to imagine that so many people would come here for an ordinary auction."

"On behalf of the owner behind the auction, I would like to thank you from the bottom of my heart......

No one is going to go along with the people on the stage, they just keep their eyes on their goals.

The scene was a little cold for a while.

But the people on the stage didn't seem to notice it in the slightest, and just finished their opening remarks.

Then he waved his big hand, and saw that on the wall of the auction hall, the candles were directly extinguished.

A unique beam of light shone on the person on the stage, and the mask on his face reflected the light to attract attention.

"I know what you're here for!"

"What appears here today will be an item full of all kinds of miracles."

"So ask my assistant to bring it up!"

As soon as the words fell, an assistant came to the stage holding a red box like blood.

This made the sitting warlocks a little unmoved for a while.

They all looked at the box on the stage with wide eyes.

It's just that because the box has the function of blocking perception, it doesn't see any name.

At the same time, some of my hearts also extended doubts.

According to the common sense of the auction house.

This kind of thing is usually used for the finale item, and before that, other items are auctioned off.

But now the auction house seems to have changed the rules, and even directly brought the finale items to the first auction.

Many people muttered to themselves.

There are also a small number of people who are not happy.

Because they are those who want to cut off the golden apples in advance.

And now that the golden apple is here, it means that the operation has failed.

They were afraid that those people would confess themselves, and suddenly their hearts sprouted a retreat.

But before the others could wonder, the auctioneer stepped forward and gently stroked the box.

"We sincerely thank you for being here......

"Whoever it is, we are sincerely grateful."

"Next, it's time to reveal what's in the box......

The smile on his face grew bigger and bigger, and the corners of his mouth wanted to crack directly.

When the warlocks heard this, no matter how dull they were, they obviously couldn't detect the slightest strangeness.

Kristen and Curty are also ready for battle.

"Wait, you stop!"

Some shouted at the auctioneers, but the auctioneers did not follow the advice of the customers.

He opened the box directly, only to see that it was not the golden apple that people imagined.

It's a weird book.

"What is this?"

"This is the golden apple you preach!?"

"You are shameless deception! A bunch of liars!"

"Where's the owner of the auction house?"

"I need to meet your boss!"

In an instant, countless invectives appeared, so loud that they almost toppled the roof.

People blame themselves with righteous indignation at the auction house and the boss behind it.

Some people simply stand directly, but they find that they are surrounded by circles of people at some point.

"What are you trying to do!"

"Get out of the way! Otherwise, you're welcome!"

Their faces suddenly became embarrassed, and they obviously wanted to tear their faces apart.

"Haha! Have you ever heard me say that it will be a golden apple?"

"As for now

Make, all of you, my lord's bread."

The auctioneer looked at the tumultuous venue and grinned.

But then a series of spells shot out of the crowd with a shining light.

His body evaporated on the spot, and there was not even a single corpse left.

The warlocks walked towards the exit, looking at those who stood in their way.

Out of their own strength, they do not take these people in their eyes, but feel disdain and ridiculous.

"You ......"

A man pointed to the crowd standing in front of him, with a look of disdain, and was about to scold.

But I saw them pull out a handful of strange-shaped things from behind them.

Then the glowing copper pipes were raised, the pitch-black holes pointed at them, and the fingers were placed on the triggers.

Some people's inspiration suddenly sends a strong warning to themselves.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

「……」

Countless loud noises joined together and resounded in this spacious hall.

In the midst of the horror and confusion on the faces of the people, they watched as a dark shadow pierced through their shattered shield and entered their bodies.

Warlocks in the lower realms fell, including the man who pointed his finger.

The people around did not stop shooting, but skillfully loaded the ammunition and pulled the trigger again.

This time, the warlocks who were prepared resisted one after another, and at the same time launched a counterattack.

But the next moment, a red mist floated in the air of the hall, sweeping over these warlocks one after another.

It absorbs the fallen corpses one by one.

Then the red mist suddenly became thicker, and people could barely see vague figures in it.

There are more fallen warlocks.

The remaining warlocks faced with these fogs and did not find any solution at all.

Feeling the power that was constantly draining from their bodies, they unleashed various large-scale destructive skills in front of them with some desperation.

The effect of multiplayer fire is obvious.

The sturdy wall that could defend against the bombardment of the high-level warlocks suddenly shattered into large pieces, and a glimmer of light spilled in.

Looking at this ray of light, a glimmer of hope appeared in their hearts.

Then he forcibly fought his way out of it and escaped with the dripping corpse.

It wasn't that there were no high-ranking warlocks with them, but they were all dragged where they were.

However, after escaping, before they could breathe a sigh of relief, they felt that their bodies were a little soft.

It was the red mist that invaded their bodies, absorbing the power within themselves.

This group of people who escaped looked at the almost crowded scene in front of them, and their hearts fell to the bottom for a while.

They escaped from the strong walls, but they could not escape from the walls made of their bodies.

Someone flew towards the sky, only to find that the direction was reversed.

He plunged headlong into the crowd and never appeared again.

Soon the red mist became thicker and thicker, and at this moment there were only a few people left on the field.

Ji Yan, who was sitting in his seat, motionless, observed with some curiosity the weapons held by those believers.

Isn't this just a gun?

The crow's blood-red beads spun around and looked at the cloak he was wearing, which had a huge hole in it.

It was a projectile that flew over and hit the shadow's body.

Maybe it's because of the special structure of its body.

The shadow was not hurt at all, only the cloak was injured.

There was a gun......

Does that mean that gunpowder has also appeared in this world?

Ji Yan was a little moved, and then urged the shadow to stand up and walk over there.

He was curious about the red mist, and the strange book had one of its own

Something familiar.

But in the face of the familiar weapons in the previous life, Ji Yan's peculiar gun interest is obviously greater.

Especially what is this powered by to send the projectile out of the muzzle.

He had seen the power of these weapons just now, and it was already quite impressive.

In the face of some weak warlocks, he can directly break his body in two.

If it is under the overwhelming barrage, I am afraid that even a warlock at the mid-level level will be difficult to resist.

Some believers spotted the man coming towards them and pulled the trigger on him.

The white steam suddenly rose, and several projectiles with extremely high heat shot at Ji Yan fiercely in a swift manner,

But his figure did not dodge or dodge, and still the projectile pierced his clothes and shot into his body.

It's just as if a stone sinks into the sea, without any movement and without the slightest wave.

Ji Yan continued to walk towards the believer with a steady pace, his eyes wandering away from the gun in his hand.

The exquisite body of the gun is engraved with various delicate patterns, like a noble collection.

But now, this artwork is being used to slaughter the warlocks.

Yes, low-rank warlocks face this steam rifle.

It does feel like a slaughter.

Their Mystic Factor is not yet completely out of their bodies, and their content is not enough to support them in a ranged attack.

In the past, low-level warlocks who could fight against several times the enemy, all they could do in front of this was to live a little longer.

Those believers continued to reload the projectile with a blank face in the face of Ji Yan, who was getting closer and closer, and then pulled the trigger.

But it was still in the sea, and even if he was asked to stop, he couldn't do it.

When they wanted to continue reloading, Ji Yan had already ordered the shadow to snatch the weapons in their hands.

The believer saw that there was nothing left in his hand, so he dealt with Ji Yan with his bare hands.

The shadow hugged the steam rifle he had snatched from his arms, and looked up at the people who seemed to be massaging themselves with some confusion.

Thinking of Ji Yan's order not to eat people, he then kicked him away.

Ji Yan didn't say anything.

He didn't believe that these people could be followers of the Order of Twilight.

Ji Yan couldn't see the shadow of fear and anxiety in them, just like an emotionless machine.

It's hard for even fanatics to do that.

This is obviously being mentally controlled.

But when he saw this scene, he always felt that he should have seen it somewhere, and it was somewhat familiar.

However, his attention was quickly drawn to the gun in Shadow's arms.

Look at the weirdly shaped steam rifles, like the style of the Middle Ages.

Ji Yan let the shadows turn around to make it easier for him to observe.

Looking at the canister on it, and the dense exhaust device, there was no trace of the gunpowder after use.

In addition, he had not seen any of those people carrying anything similar to gunpowder on their bodies just now.

Well......

Ji Yan's mind suddenly remembered the settings commonly used in different worlds in modern times.

That's steam.

It can be seen from the steam train that things with steam as the main power have gradually penetrated into people's lives.

So this gun, since it is not driven by gunpowder.

Then it can't really be powered by steam.

In his previous life, Ji Yan had not heard of a gun powered by steam, but it was definitely not so powerful.

So is the tech tree in this world really on steam?

Ji Yan asked the shadow to put things away, and then he would study them carefully.

There's always something to work out.

It's already a huge surprise to be able to harvest this today.

Seeing that the number of people resisting was getting smaller and smaller, Ji Yan let the shadow walk towards the high platform.

His gaze fell on the weird book

of the books above.

There are various traces of stitching on it.

The red mist that filled the air spotted Ji Yan, and immediately gathered here, trying to stop him.

However, the red mist, after entering the shadow's body, did not have the same effect on the warlock as it did.

Instead, let the shadow slowly digest and enjoy a meal.

The red mist suddenly froze in place, and seemed to be a little overwhelmed.

In her perception, the figure was like a black hole, almost accepting the red mist.

Those who went in had no more news and cut off contact directly.

Seeing that Ji Yan's figure was getting closer and closer to the gospel on the high platform.

The witch commanded the Gospel to be taken away and to block it.

Look at the person standing in front of you.

Ji Yan didn't pay attention to it, but directly let the shadow turn into a blurred shadow and bypass them.

The people who had come to stop them were in front of the mysterious man.

But they suddenly find that the figure of the mysterious man has disappeared, and only a cloak remains in its place.

Looking at the slowly falling black cloaks floating in the air, these people's already small brains were even more difficult to think about at this moment.

Since the person you want to stop has disappeared, you only think that you have completed the task.

Reinforcements were then sent elsewhere.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

A figure kicked the crowd away, creating a gap, and then flashed out with dexterity.

This agile posture makes the people who have been paying attention to this side on the side can't help but smack their tongues a little.

For a while, he didn't notice the attackers.

"Bang!"

The fist wind swept by, and the hard fist directly knocked the opponent unconscious.

"Although you are my guard, you can't just look after me."

Christine said in a deep voice, followed by a figure that rushed over.

"Got it, Your Highness."

Curty felt a little ashamed that she still needed to be rescued by Her Royal Highness the Princess as a guard.

Although this is not a real body, this behavior is already dereliction of duty.

But I didn't expect her Royal Highness the princess to be so superb in martial arts, even more powerful than herself.

It's really worthy of Your Highness.

Christine silently observed the situation around her.

It's not great to find out.

Looking at his iron fist-like arm, it was fortunate that the person had added a little more material, otherwise the puppet would soon face damage.

And this red mist seems to have other effects.

She watched as a lot of people collapsed inexplicably.

That is, he and Curty are using the body of a puppet, and it will not be much better if they come in real bodies.

Suddenly, Christine seemed to know why he loved dolls so much.