Every pair of pupils present was experiencing a magnitude 10 earthquake.

As we all know, the cult of great sin will always have fallen followers because of its temptation to degenerate. Even after thousands of years of frenzied hunting and suppression by the Orthodox Church, the number of believers has never been less than five figures.

Compared with the more secretive and low-key Evil Sect, the evil knights of the Apocalypse Sect, the total number of them is not higher.

The number of people is small, but the quality is ridiculously high.

Any Knight of the Apocalypse pulled out, even if it was just a trainee Knight of the Apocalypse, it was an army.

It's just that because they prefer to operate in the bottomless abyss where demons fight each other, many of the mortal realms are not as famous.

Long before entering the Blood Moon World, every candidate of the sect who was expected to enter the baptism was told that [Poison Sore] Ubell was the most unprovoked man.

Once you spot him, it's best to hide as long as you have a choice.

What now?

In order to hunt down other candidates, Ubel, who did not hesitate to take a detour and cause him to be late, was killed in one face, and it was a unilateral violent killing without suspense, and he was not even qualified to let the newspaper reader fight seriously.

This desperate gap fills the hearts of each candidate with horror and shock.

Just under the attention of the audience, the machete that had just killed a knight of the Apocalypse whirled in the air with a strange whirl, spun and flew back by itself like a force marker, and pinned to Mark's belt with precision as if reversing into storage.

Mark himself...... He crossed his legs and turned the next page of the newspaper.

The hearts of the mighty were shaken again.

Outrageous!

Could it be that Ubel, who had already killed two Blood Moon candidates alone, was like an inconspicuous speck of dust in his eyes, which was casually brushed away?

The reincarnation male cultist, who was about to make a test two minutes ago, silently took two steps back and stood side by side with his companion, his head lowered, and he didn't dare to look at the newspaper man.

He suddenly understood: who was the guy who killed the [Greedy] candidate in seconds.

At this moment, everyone's faces turned pale, and they felt that it was a sin to arouse the attention of this super powerhouse.

The man in white was glad that his instincts had saved him.

Just now he felt that Mark gave him a feeling of immobility.

Unexpectedly, one second there was a mountain-like calmness, and the next second when the offensive came, it was like a mountain collapsing and irresistible!?

They didn't expect that the super strong person in their eyes was actually palpitating.

Mark: It's scary! If it weren't for this newspaper, I wouldn't have been able to eat and walk away.

Alas!

In competitive shooters, if you suddenly see someone killing four people in one go, it's not necessarily hanging, it may not be a big guy, maybe it's ...... That's a squat.

Esports doesn't need static vision anyway.

Whether it's squatting or Voldemort, there may have been a highlight moment of the killing.

Mark never imagined that one day he would become a squatter in the true sense of the word.

Now that the aura of the peerless master is laid out, as soon as he puts away the newspaper, his original form will be revealed, whether it is the fluctuation of strength or the aura of the soul, he will drop a lot.

When Mark thought of this, he didn't even feel good about the three A-grade cards [Plague Knight], [Ascetic], and [Dancing Queen] that had just appeared between him and the newspaper out of thin air.

It's a big job, but I can't come back......

What to do?

Urgent! Online and more!

It was at this time that the last two candidates came together.

Those who came were all wearing thick cloaks and face shields.

This man and woman are obviously not the same way.

The man in the cloak was thin, his exposed arms were dry, and there were only a few taels of flesh, and the whole person seemed to be blown away by a gust of wind.

The silhouette of the woman in the cloak is more toned, and her bright eyes give people a sense of fierceness like a female leopard.

As soon as the cloaked man saw the corpse of the plague knight, he immediately let out an "oh" in surprise: "Excuse me, which strong man killed [Poison Sore] Ubel?" ”

Without anyone answering, he followed everyone's gaze to someone who was still reading the newspaper.

Ignoring the strange atmosphere of the scene, he folded his hands and bowed deeply to Mark: "This gentleman, no matter who you are or what your identity is. On behalf of the thousands of souls in Victoria Wickett, I thank Sir for disposing of this villain. ”

Mark didn't lift his eyelids, and said in an inorganic voice, "He provoked my knife." ”

The thin cloaked man was stunned for a moment, and smiled heartily: "Then, at least thank you, sir, for controlling your knife and not letting it slash at the innocent." ”

Everyone's hearts were suddenly touched: yes! If the newspaper reader is really an unscrupulous Chaos camp powerhouse, then such a No. 1 person should not be obscure.

Everyone has a vague speculation about his camp.

Mark pretended to be profound, but in fact, he was in a hurry.

Fortunately, on the inside of the newspaper, he finally got a glimpse of the spiritual power of this floating space beginning to change, and according to his speculation, four of the 12 candidates have now been eliminated. Then it is logical to start the next stage of baptism.

Mark slowly closed the newspaper, folded it, and received it under his left armpit.

The powerhouses present clearly felt that the coercion from Mark had suddenly fallen from being as terrifying as a giant beast in the wilderness to almost no feeling.

The difference in breath in this second made everyone quite uncomfortable.

Mark didn't seem to care about this, and the ice-blue eyes he conjured up with Byson's power swirled and locked onto the man in white who had tried to rub his seat not long ago.

The man in white's heart thumped.

Mark's voice had a strange sense of inorganic: "Yo, this 'friend'. It took too much strength for me to kill that white dog just now. Now I'm weak. Maybe anyone can kill me right now. Why don't you try it? ”

As soon as these words came out, not to mention the man in white, who was not scolding in the hearts of the rest of the people who witnessed Mark's shot?

Seeing that you still look calm after killing the original No. 1 seeded player, who believes that you are really weak?

Are we all idiots?

The man in white is under the greatest psychological pressure at the moment.

The newspaper man feels too powerful and too weird. That kind of seemingly moody style, who would dare to pack a ticket for him, saying that he would not use other bullshit reasons to riot and kill?

The man in white has been cowardly once, so he doesn't mind coercing a second time.

He forced a smile: "How could it be." I hate blood on my hands the most. ”

"Oh? Isn't it a blood on your hands to encourage others to cut each other, or to force your enemies to kill your own enemies? Suddenly exposed, even if he is as cheeky as a man in white, he has the urge to flip the table on the spot in a second.

The man in white held back: "Don't talk nonsense, I just admire a strong man like you." ”

He confessed on his mouth, and his footsteps did not stop, and he retreated directly to the edge of the platform, and there was a big look of Mark daring to catch up, and he ran back as soon as possible.

The momentum forced back the man in white, Mark did not relax, his eyes rolled, and he stared at the reincarnation man who seemed to want to come out just now: "Oh? That's what you want my seat, right? ”

"No, no, no, I'm not, I don't, don't talk nonsense."

I really don't know where the reincarnation man's denial triplet came from. His performance of retreating and admitting cowardice is funny.

What is further associated with it is still the horror of the newspaper man.

Pushing back two potential opponents in a row, Mark didn't aggressively point the finger at more people.

The situation on the scene is clear: two groups of three people were forced to retreat; The last two who came were not necessarily willing to oppose him; The rest of the thunder giants gave Mark a sense of familiarity, and the black-robed woman, a typical Night Cultist, Mark blindly guessed that she was most likely a punisher, so there was no need to target her.

Mark laughed, and his hearty laughter seemed to mock everyone - everyone in the list is spicy chicken!

"Since you don't want my seat, then I'll reluctantly be the protagonist of this [big drama]." Mark patted the vacant seat on the bench with his left hand: "There are still two seats." So...... Who wants to sit? ”

It's very interesting, and the sturdy woman who came at the end was actually a little eager to try.

Seriously, Mark pinched a sweat for himself.

The thin-cloaked man grabbed the woman's left wrist and shook his head, and the woman acknowledged with silence.

The relationship between the two is very delicate, they do not necessarily know each other in advance, but the woman is surprisingly convinced of the judgment of the thin man.

Since she didn't come, Mark didn't care.

It's amazing, the thunder giant, who has not shown much performance, strode over and stood in front of Mark.

"Oh? Friends of the Storm Church, do you want to sit? ”

The giant man grinned, "It's a pity that you're not the big ass of [Glutton]. You can't sit in three seats alone. ”

The words are not coarse!

Since the baptism of the blood moon has left three places, it must have its deep meaning.

You can take it all by yourself, but can you carry the cauldron of Blood Moon Baptism alone?

Mark clenched his left hand into a fist and held his left cheek with a smile: "You don't care about the baptism of the blood moon. What is it that makes you, who have no pursuit, suddenly motivated? ”

"There is a great being who has given me the strength to take my revenge perfectly. I was going to rush to repay the favor. Who would have thought that suddenly came to this ghost place. I thought, since I'm here, I'll do some things so that he can know that I'm not earning his gift for nothing. I'm also a useful person. ”

Very simple idea.

It's amazingly simple.

Compared to the man in white with a full belly, the giant man was as pure as a saint.

Mark had long recognized him as Conrad, the giant man who had taken his Storm Sequence rubbing. Now that Conrad's idea was confirmed, Mark was more excited than happy.

He really didn't expect that Conrad's qualifications would be so good, and he was stunned to the point of being selected for the Blood Moon Baptism.

Conrad's appearance made it much more likely that he would return alive.

Now, Mark struggles to restrain himself: "When you are desperate, it doesn't have to be a saint who pulls you along, it can also be a devil." ”

Conrad disagreed, and his grin widened: "Whatever, if he is really the devil, then let me drown in despair with the devil's favor." ”

Whoever helped him, no matter who the other party was, he had to follow him all the way to the dark.

This purity is truly moving.

Mark crossed his fingers with his fingers on the tip of his nose, and he didn't hide his playful smile: "Interesting! It's really fun! With someone as interesting as you, I guess I won't be lonely. Please—"

Mark spread out his right hand and made a gesture of please.

Conrad was unambiguous and sat down in the empty seat to the right of his chair with a big grin.