The caramel-eyed youth took out a quaint, cracked bronze mirror from his bosom.

On this dark rooftop, the bronze mirror quietly exudes a pure white and moist glow, like the moon hanging high in the middle of the night comforting people's hearts, like a lighthouse marking the direction in a storm, quiet and peaceful.

Its surface may seem immaculate, but if you look closely, you can see that the depths are densely covered with layers of symbols and logos.

This bronze mirror is contaminated with some transcendent aura, and not all transcendent items are malicious to humans, and this bronze mirror is a representative of a kind of goodwill.

This bronze mirror carries mysterious supernatural powers on it for future generations to calculate.

Divination of supernatural things will bring serious spiritual backlash, after all, it is to communicate with the rules, but after having the bronze mirror, all the backlash is borne by the bronze mirror.

After several divination before, there are more and more cracks on this bronze mirror, and there is a possibility of breaking at any time, so every time the divination is precious.

Of course, there are three rules for using this bronze mirror.

First, even if the question is not answered, there is still a price.

Second, don't ask for anything from the bronze mirror.

Thirdly, you should not ask too broad questions about the bronze mirror, and the only proper way is to do side verification to mitigate the cost.

Virgil the Great carefully placed the bronze mirror on the ground, then closed his eyes and said, "Will I be in trouble on my path to godhood?" ”

The question was ambiguous, and Virgil the Great did not ask if he would succeed.

Of course, he could have asked, but he was afraid of an unlucky answer.

In the next second, there was another crack in the bronze mirror, and an answer appeared in Virgil the Great's mind.

"Yes."

Yes?

I've been planning for so long, and I'm still in trouble?

Virgil the Great frowned.

He carefully recalled the oracle.

"The god of blood and chaos loves art and craves blood, so its ritual realm involves the realm of death, mystery, concealment, and art, and it needs to use 10,000 paintings that bind the human soul as sacrifices, and at the same time, it is also necessary to have the tail bone of a black bull, the deep sleeping flower, the dragon's blood grass, the eyes of a sow that died naturally, and the blood of a black dog, the most important point is that the two major factors of blood and chaos must be completely integrated before it can be opened."

He had completed 10,000 paintings a long time ago, so he had acquired this new body and ageless face.

The other materials are also very simple, but if you want to truly inherit the power of the blood and chaos gods, you need to fuse the two major factors of blood and chaos.

After so many years, he has also figured out the way to open it, that is, to let the bloodborn, werewolves and undead armies on this continent engage in an unprecedented battle, and the entire battlefield will become the final ritual of his Virgil the Great's godhood.

The pigheads who were beating to death outside must not know that they actually make wedding dresses for others.

It was precisely because of this condition that Virgil the Great blended into the werewolves, and became the werewolf's Tai Sui with his strength and several small-scale wars.

Then use this identity to contact the army of the undead, and bewitch the werewolf to lead Wolf to send troops, so that all three parties will gather in the Scarlet City.

"Werewolves have no brains, although the army of the undead has a bit of intelligence, but they are also tempted by the inheritance of the storm gladiators, they have been completely controlled by me, and they will not be suspicious, as for the blood clan, Duke Bolton is my puppet, there is no loophole in theory..."

Virgil the Great scratched his red hair, and he suddenly thought of his two sons and daughter.

"Could it be that the variables are on them? MD, little rabbit cub, do you think you can still play with me? ”

The eldest daughter has seen with his own eyes that he has been taken hostage by the army of undead, and the strength of the necromancer is extremely strong, and he doesn't believe that the eldest daughter can make any waves.

As for the other two...

He frowned in contemplation, not fully convinced of the result.

After all, divination is only an aid, just a psychological effect.

When the psychological effect does not match his goal, he will selectively doubt the divination result.

It's man-made, and he needs to patch it.

Virgil the Great cut off a piece of flesh from his body and threw it into the mirror.

It's like throwing a pebble into a lake and disappearing in an instant.

This is the price of using a bronze mirror.

......

Virgil the Great came to the outside of a tavern on the Garden Road.

At the entrance of the tavern, there is a large advertisement for a modern girl, which attracts customers like a wine flag.

The advertisement was drawn very high, for fear of asking people to pull a corner of the paper as a piece of paper.

Virgil the Great looked at the advertising painting, which showed a modern woman wearing a sleeveless gown with a drop collar and a deep ditch.

He complained in his heart that this group of bloodlines had learned all the bad habits of human beings.

In fact, Duke Bolton, under the control of Virgil the Great, traded his humanity with power with the Terrans mainly through the people of the Divine Scroll.

After all, the humanity of the blood clan has been deprived by him, otherwise they would not be able to become blood descendants.

Virgil the Great's focus was all on the Terrans, and the Bloodlines were only left to fend for themselves.

Virgil the Great didn't expect that the consequences of this self-destruction would be like this....

Of course, he didn't care about that.

He covered his nose and mouth and squeezed into the tavern and saw the old man at the bar.

The old man had a newspaper on the outside, but a thick pornographic magazine on the inside.

The pages of the book are printed with curvaceous and sexy girls dressed in the most fashionable clothes. There are also some introductory text stories next to it, including the value of the measurements.

At this time, Virgil the Great walked to the bar, clasped his fingers, and asked, "Old man, how are you doing?" ”

"Why do you walk without a sound at all, like a ghost..."The old man was obviously startled, and the small magazine in his hand was almost unstable.

The old man always had an amiable smile on his face, but Virgil the Great knew that this man was a cruel and vicious scoundrel, and he had once stepped on the hand of a thirteen or fourteen-year-old thief because he had secretly hidden the harvest.

However, none of this had anything to do with him, he just wanted to make sure of some information.

"I wonder, where are Virgil the Great's second sons, Ram, and Wilson, the third, now? Also, I need all the information on their whereabouts in the last year. ”

The old man was stunned for a moment, and he did not speak again, but led Virgil the Great into the innermost hut.

Here is a bedroom with a wooden bed.

The old man took two steps forward and pressed his hands to the foot of the bed and pushed hard.

The bed was pushed into the wall along with the floor underneath, and the exposed concrete floor was tightly clapped with two-figure boxes.

The box opened, revealing stacks of yellow file bags.

The old man took out two copies and handed them to Virgil the Great, and said, "It's all here, and according to your orders, I have been sending people to keep an eye on their movements." However, fighting broke out on Ramvigil's side and he disappeared a month ago. ”

Virgil the Great frowned and waved his hand, "I see." ”

Virgil the Great got up and left, then closed the door.

The old man was just about to go out with him, when the bones in his waist suddenly made a muffled sound like breaking.

He looked in horror at the departing Virgil the Great outside the door, and the next moment, the old man's body began to lose control, and he dug his nails into his face, pulling out strands of flesh, and blood stained his cheeks red.

Soon, there was no more movement from him, and a bloody firework went off silently.

Those who have lost their value, Virgil the Great will never remain.

......

Chen Mo clicked on the last point of light, which was the last clue brought to him by 100 points.

In fact, it was not too difficult to get 100 points, but it still took Chen Mo a lot of effort.

Moreover, although the previous information is useful, there is not much information that can really make him understand the truth of this world.