A newspaper that exists in a high-intensity world like [Blood Moon Baptism] has been blown away by the wind for so long, and it is unreasonable to think about it.

Bison chick really looks at the problem from a strange angle, no, it should be said that it is simple.

It is precisely because of the simplicity of the mind that there is no distraction.

Mark's eyes narrowed slightly: "Let's go up!" ”

With Minnie, he doesn't have to climb the ranks like the parkour protagonist in 'Assassin Warriors'.

As he got higher, he realized that if he didn't enter the ruins of the temple and came directly to the newspaper, he would probably not be able to please him.

If those shadow demons were unrestrained, if they repeatedly flew and attacked, he would definitely not be able to hide in mid-air.

It's a lot easier now.

The boots stomped on top of the marble temple to the spot where there should have been a statue of the god, and Mark hesitated to lean over.

He immediately noticed that there was a line of writing on the inside of the broken legs of the idol.

Not in Gulait, but in a newer version of Wright, at least he understood it.

"Don't you think it's a cool thing to trample on the ruins of the statues of the ancient gods and read the newspapers?"

Mark was speechless.

In this world where the gods are manifested, if you say such blasphemous words, are you not afraid of being struck by lightning?

Mark didn't know who the original owner of the word was, but he could imagine how arrogant this one was: using the gods as stepping stones, standing on the top of the world (the void), pointing out the country and inspiring words.

That kind of sky-high arrogance shook Mark's heart and was excited.

Yes, although he has the audacity to do many things that the world seems crazy, he is not lacking in caution.

But compared to this predecessor who squandered out of the sky, he was not at the same level at all.

"Then why did you keep this newspaper here?"

Mark smiled wryly, reached out and touched the strange newspaper, his hand felt unexpectedly strong, and he felt that he was not dragging a piece of paper, but pulling a large steel ingot of dozens of tons.

Every time the newspaper swayed in the wind, he couldn't stop it.

It didn't feel like he was tugging at the newspaper, but it was tapping his hand.

Mark's expression became serious: he found himself underestimating the newspaper. There is no doubt that this is an extraordinary object that no one else can imagine. The shape of the paper is just a disguise, it seems to have been connected to the entire ruins from the perspective of spiritual power, from the mystical and other perspectives.

Unless Mark has the ability to destroy the entire ruined platform with one blow, he will most likely not be able to take the paper.

At this moment, another line of words came into his vision.

"Do you believe in God? If you don't believe me, please sit down. ”

This line is engraved on the base of the two feet of the idol, and you will never be able to see it unless you climb up.

Mark hit the spot at this line.

Does he believe in gods?

Joke!

He was one of the young people who grew up under the red flag, mostly atheists.

Don't look at him now in the occult world, claiming to be a believer in the god of knowledge, not so much that he believes in the god of knowledge, but that he believes in [knowledge] itself.

The so-called gods are nothing but the most powerful transcendent beings.

The pride in his heart made it impossible for him to give up his belief and pursue and believe in an ethereal god.

This passage shocked Minnie and Bison.

Mark's heart was unwavering.

He easily jumped onto the base of the idol, looked at it, and suddenly found that the only half of the idol's calf was the height of the seat when he sat down.

The cross-section of the sculptural calf is unusually smooth and not punctuated at all.

He just sat down on his ass, and it felt amazing.

In the distance is an illusory red nebula, and in the near distance is probably the end of some god, and he, as a latecomer, sits high above the glory of the god and looks down on everything.

Guided by some mysterious power, Mark naturally bent down, pulled the newspaper from between the idol's legs, and opened it.

For a moment, he felt like the office workers of the Wright Empire, who often liked to open a stack of newspapers before breakfast......

It's just that he uses the statue of the ancient god as a chair, which is really domineering.

The images and fonts on the newspaper were rapidly arranged in a way that Mark could not understand, and on the other side, exactly like this morning's Wright Daily. It doesn't matter if it's a headline on the front page or a little square in the corner.

The inside that Mark sees is a different style of painting.

He clearly saw the distribution and veins of spiritual power in the earth under his feet, like the roots of a tree. Within a diameter of 100 meters, the depth and height of no more than 20 meters are clearly visible, whether buried in the ground or on the ground.

Not only that, but the extraordinary power buried deep in the earth seems to be flowing into Mark's body through this newspaper.

Mark was stunned, he understood what the purpose of this extraordinary thing was.

It's something like [Temporary Position], as long as he squats long enough, he can greatly increase his combat power through the newspaper.

Mark tried: when he folded the newspaper and took two steps away, the feeling of dominating the spiritual power of the earth suddenly disappeared for the most part. Even if he continued immediately, he wouldn't be able to do so.

As soon as he sat there for a minute, the feeling of domination of the earth immediately appeared and grew stronger.

Mark tried, when he squatted for ten minutes.

"Whoa—"

Looking at the edge of the ruined platform, a van-sized plot of land crumbling apart, turning into dust and falling into the void, Mark stopped talking.

"Found a treasure!"

Leaving the platform of the temple's ruins, Mark followed the passage made by the debris, and headed into the depths of the void.

He noticed that there were three forks in the road to the platform, but in the end there was only one road left that converged with his path and led to the far end.

With the help of Minnie's power, it didn't take much effort for Mark to reach a larger circular platform.

The platform with a diameter of 500 meters resembles the ruins of an ancient opera house, with a large number of collapses and mutilations, making it difficult for Mark to figure out what the original structure was.

The only thing that is certain is that those who are chosen by the Red Moon seem to come here.

Mark saw that the Void Path connecting the large platform corresponded to 12 o'clock on the clock, a full 12.

According to the previous situation, Mark felt that he would most likely reverse the way to invade a certain direction, see who the other party was, and then consider whether to kill the other party.

But now Mark has a better choice.

He sat in the center of the stage of the opera house, where there was a wooden bench that was ubiquitous in the parks of the major cities of the empire, and on which homeless people sometimes slept overnight.

Curved metal armrests on both sides, shaped like stave treble clef, support the wooden planks to form a well-formed bench.

Mark sat unceremoniously in the middle of the bench that could accommodate three people, one left hand resting on the back of the chair, and the other hand holding up the newspaper and reading it, revealing the bone machete pinned to his left waist.

Ten minutes after Mark sat down, a sturdy female figure sped in from the east.

Without cautious pacing, the debris fixed in the void two or three meters apart was used as a pedal by her and jumped over.

Vivian Carlos's pale blue eyes were like ice pupils, reflecting a strange and suffocating scene:

The twelve Void Dao connected by the Void supported the suspended platform in the middle like a spider's web. The platform in the center of sight is undoubtedly the table that determines the fate of these of them. And in the center of the ruins of that wide stage, a mysterious man with a very toned figure sat calmly on a bench reading a newspaper.

The ultimate sense of contradiction appears in the mysterious man:

You say he's upright, but people use some mysterious means to hide his true face.

You say he's sneaky, and they're sitting in the middle of the platform in a grand manner.

Under the tufts of golden hair that bloomed like flowers, there was a face that felt extremely handsome just by looking at the outline, and even if the mask covered the lower half of the face, it still did not damage its handsomeness.

The combination of black leather armor and the shade of black of the black shirt, coupled with the buckle that is more decorative than practical, shows a very avant-garde style of dressing for Wright.

The blurry phantom light blocked her vision, and Rao's eyes, which had been blessed by the power of the goddess of the night, could not see the true face in the mist.

Vivien thought she was advancing fast enough, and in just seven minutes she killed the two-headed Cerberus that stood in her way, and it took another fifteen minutes to solve the puzzle in the second ruin, and she found a nice pair of gloves, and finally took three minutes to clear the field.

Obviously, this mysterious man is faster.

Leaping onto the platform, Vivien was stunned for a moment, and there were three groups of people who arrived with her almost in no particular order.

One is a burly thunderbolt giant, and a look at the thunder and lightning snake on his body knows that it is from the Storm Church. The Church of Light and Night is the same orthodox church as the Storm Church, and there is a thousand-year covenant, and it is unlikely that it will fight first unless it is critical.

The key is the other two groups.

If the two gray-robed men in the second group, a man and a woman, give her the feeling of being introverted, then the other man in white gives her the feeling of being unpredictable.

He has a typical aristocratic face: melon seed face, pointed nose, thin lips, and a pair of phoenix eyes with soft lines. Rub on a thick powder outfit and comb shoulder-length blonde hair into a big back.

Vivien hated this guy from the bottom of her heart, but she was sure that there were quite a few aristocratic daughters who would like it.

Everyone is here to fight to the death, this guy actually came in a white suit similar to a tuxedo, and the only 'weapon' is an 80cm long cane.

The narrow pole indicates that this is most likely not a weapon for physical attacks.

The four groups not only stared at the mysterious blonde handsome guy in the middle of the field, but also looked at each other.

Originally, no one dared to act rashly, but in the end, the man in the white suit naturally paced with elegant steps, step by step towards the handsome blonde guy.

"Tonight's moonlight is special, my friend, what are you doing here alone?" He said as he sat very 'naturally' next to the man reading the newspaper.

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PS: I would like to commemorate this medal my 88-drawn Manna. Anyone who understands this understands, please ignore it if you don't understand.