The conversation between the two sounds a bit nonsensical, but in fact, the confrontation in the words is very shocking.

So, Vivien was a little moved.

The newspaper reader slashed the Apocalypse Knight of the chaotic evil camp to death, forced back the man in white who was likely to be the evil camp, and forced back the reincarnation god cultists who claimed to be absolutely neutral, and instead accepted the storm giant man of the neutral camp of order, which represents a lot of things......

At the very least, the newspaper reader does not resist the strong men of the orderly camp.

Originally, as a night believer in the orderly and good camp, she was likely to become the target of public criticism and be besieged by all cult powerhouses. Now that there is a newspaper reader in front of her, she is safer.

Interestingly, this time in the baptism of the blood moon, the cultists did not have an advantage in numbers?

Vivien couldn't help but recall the Nadal family's admonition:

The first is to protect herself, and her safety is the highest priority.

The second is to see if we can meet the gentleman of the Destini family, [Waste Firewood] Mark, on the premise of ensuring his own safety, he might as well give him a hand.

Finally, the words of the old Nadal:

"Vivien, your talent is outstanding among your peers. But in the long history of 100 years, your talent is above average. However, the talent is not enough, and luck comes to make it. If you really have the chance, you can try to sit on 'that chair' and go in and come back alive." You will at least become a regional judge in the future. ”

Now that the situation is more favorable, Vivien decides to give it a go.

The heroic figure stood in front of Mark, the wind glowing red under the crimson moon, flowing on the folds of her black robe.

Her eyes peeking out from between her hood and mask were strikingly bright.

In front of everyone, she showed off the demon-breaking silver crossbow under her black robe.

Mark noticed a subtle fluctuation in the atmosphere at the scene, and he pretended not to care: "Oh? ”

"I don't know who you are, where you're from, or what camp you belong to, but I appreciate your approach to taking out the cultists. I swear in the name of the Night Lady that as long as you don't plot against me, I'll be your eyes in this Blood Moon ritual. ”

Vivien's sonorous words seemed to carry some mysterious power, causing a silent commotion among the people around her. They constantly looked each other in the eye, trying to find a possibility to form a new alliance.

Unfortunately, they failed.

Mark's record dictates his control of the situation. Until he shows a truly convincing weakness, he has the highest voice in the place.

"Oh? If, I mean if...... What about me saying 'To hell with the Night Lady'? ”

Mark's words could be taken as a blasphemy against the Church of Light and Night.

Words full of playfulness, full of temptation.

Vivien's eyes suddenly widened, and suddenly there was a vicious aura in her heart, driving her to make a move that even she regretted in the next second.

In front of everyone, she sat in the empty position on Mark's left, her whole body muscles were like a pressed spring, stretched to the extreme, ready to explode at any time, the silver crossbow in her hand was almost zero distance above Mark's left shoulder, aiming at his neck, and the red lips under the mask said the sharpest words:

"If you really dare to do this, I'm going to drag you out of this damn chair, even if I fight to annihilate your soul here."

Have the guts! Pungency! Hard!

In the face of a strong man like the newspaper reader, many people are unwilling to abide by the rules set by him, but whoever dares to be the first to start a group to deal with the strongest will most likely be the first to die.

No one wants to do this kind of thing that harms others and is not beneficial to themselves.

Of course, if she dares to do this, there will be people who dare to join the group, such as the man in white who seems to be planning to retreat.

It can be said that Vivian's wonderful performance made everyone look sideways.

The atmosphere was suddenly tense to the extreme.

In the eyes of most people, even if it is as strong as a newspaper reader, forcibly subduing this thorny rose is not necessarily pleasing to you.

Someone should always sit in the seat, and the newspaper reader will coerce again, even if the punisher of the night is cleaned up, it may not be that the next person who comes up will really cooperate.

Just when everyone thought that Mark would use harder words to subdue this stubborn punisher of the Night Church, the four words that came out of Mark's mouth that was enough to judge life and death were ......

"Oil! Lacquer! Not! Dry! ”

At this moment, Vivien's eyes widened to the extreme, and her mind was blank.

On the brains of a group of strong people who eat melons, there are all question marks.

How can you play like that?

No! How dare you play like this!?

For a moment, Vivien thought Mark was lying, and then she smelled a faint smell of paint.

To be precise, it's a paint-like thing made of a special spiritual quality.

The Punisher of the Night is no stranger to this kind of thing, and every time he asks the Light Priest to cleanse the place contaminated by demons, it smells like this afterwards.

It's just that these diluted spiritual essences made of demon generals have the imprint of Mark's spiritual power.

Vivien jumped up like an electric shock, dodging backwards as she couldn't help but twist her body to look behind her.

Damn it!

On the surface, it doesn't look like much, but in the soul vision, there are five horizontal prints on each of her buttocks, and it looks like, like ......

A pair of large mudras!

Vivien's blood pressure went up all of a sudden, and she was about to pull the trigger of the crossbow arrow.

It's a pity that in the face of the playful eyes of the newspaper reader, she suddenly calmed down.

was toyed with by the other party, in the final analysis, she was too impulsive.

It's not like her at all.

A true punisher should not only punish the demons mercilessly, but also have enough calmness and judgment to avoid the traps of the demons when faced with strange situations.

These so-called paints are obviously not applied under their noses.

It was painted there from the beginning, but everyone's attention was attracted by the strange and powerful newspaper reading male deity, and he was not distracted for a moment.

He teased not only Vivien, but everyone as well.

Even though there was a trance feeling of a mouthful of old blood rushing up her throat, Vivien finally held back.

Mark spoke: "From the moment I saw this chair, I didn't plan to dominate it alone. I'm thinking that the right side should at least be reserved for a new friend who is pleasing to the eye, and the left side ...... It can be a guy who doesn't like it very well, but comes in handy. ”

The 'paint' with a special spiritual quality is the mark he reserved for 'that guy'.

Of course, if that person doesn't wipe off the paint without giving face, he can also do it to the other person, or force the other person to paint it himself.

At this point, he was looking at Vivien: "Miss Punisher! You insisted on sitting down, and I agreed. Otherwise, it was a corpse sitting on it just now. But if you want to sit, you have to sit all the way to the end. It's up to you whether you want to leave halfway or not! ”

"You ......" The domineering of the newspaper reader almost shook Vivian out of internal injuries, and she wanted to refute it, but she didn't know what to say when the words came to her mouth.

"As for their ......" Mark crossed his fingers on his lower abdomen and leaned back in a very comfortable position: "Who agrees with my decision?" Who is against!? ”

The cold and sharp gaze swept across the audience and fell on every heroic face.

Mark's eyes were so unscrupulous that he didn't force the other party to look away, and he never turned his gaze to the next person.

A crimson wind blows across the platform.

The tragic corpse of the Plague Knight, with men and horses, is the best proof of the strength of the newspaper reader.

No one dared to look at Mark for more than three seconds.

Most people look at each other and immediately dodge, either bow their heads or give an embarrassed but polite smile.

The die is cast!

Once again, the final choice rested with Vivien.

She can choose to leave for the sake of her own face, or continue to attack the newspaper reader when the others are completely intimidated. But how many people will join the group this time is unknown.

I can only be sure that there will definitely be fewer people willing to play than just now.

Vivien bit her lip and chose the third.

She sat down again.

Interestingly, she sat very precisely in the position just now, and the paint area on the buttocks did not expand even 1 mm.

This is her last stubbornness.

Mark and Conrad laughed unkindly.

Regardless of the world, the status gap is so stark.

There are always people who can sit in a dignified manner.

The loser can only stand by with his eyes blank, looking at the victor with envy and jealousy, like the humblest servant.

When the three of them officially sat on the bench, there was a sudden movement in this world.

Bright red lines stretched out from the shadows of the platform plaza, and they quickly intertwined to form a hemispherical light curtain that separated the three seated chairs from the five members of the Defeated Dog Group.

In the next second, a bright line of fire seemed to flash at the farthest end of this suspended ruin, and before everyone could react, this line of fire was like a lead of gunpowder, and in an instant, it suddenly collapsed from the farthest to the ****** platform!

The five people outside the bench let out loud and small screams. Each of them showed their magical powers, either with vigorous body skills or with wonderful secret techniques, to save their lives in this collapse.

But without exception, they fell into the dark abyss below along with the collapsed platform. The screams were mixed with the rumbling sound of collapse, and it was so harsh that it stimulated the minds of the three chairs.

But in front of the three of them, the mysterious line of fire that completely shattered the platform and seemed to extend infinitely stopped in front of the light mask in front of the chair.

Then, the platform of the opera house, which had been shattered in front of them, was quickly restored to its original appearance in their vision.

Instead of the ruins where they had just fought over chairs, it has been transformed back into the newly built opera house with a fan-shaped shape.

One after another, audience chairs wrapped in red flannel appeared under the stage, and the fan-shaped auditorium on the second floor and the entrance gate of the opera house were visible in the distance. On the left and right sides of the horizon were three-story VIP private rooms that spread diagonally, and behind them, various mechanisms clicked, and it was obvious that even the stage area, the actors' rest area, and the stage mechanism behind them were also recovering.

At this moment, even Mark almost let out an exclamation. He really didn't think that the difference in treatment between those who grabbed and those who couldn't grab a chair would be so huge.

Before they could recover from their shock, a man who was clearly a phantasmagorized man slowly walked onto the edge of the brightly lit stage.

He wore a very primitive robe, but the most conspicuous thing was the blood-red wings behind him.

He gave the trio a strange smile, and a Gurlaite language broke into their spiritual sea in a way that would never be misunderstood.

His voice was high-pitched and impassioned, with a faint inflammation:

"O brave young man! You have made yourself the protagonist of your destiny with strength and courage. Then show yourself to your heart's content on the phantom stage of the end - as for the darkness of despair or the redemption of hope...... Goddess of Fate is looking forward to it. ”

Without giving the three of them any chance to question, the phantom of the cameo master of ceremonies suddenly disappeared in front of them.

Three: "......"