The other five did not die, they fell about 300 meters from a great height, and each showed their magic to reach the ruins of the lower level.

As all the ruins fell into the lower ruins, the rumbling finally quieted down.

For the best of the younger generation, these few hundred meters are not enough to kill them.

Crawling out of the rubble and being forced to disperse, they subconsciously looked at the brand-new opera house like a mirage above them, and they felt like they were in a different world.

At this moment, they do not regret being fake.

Everyone was thinking about a hypothetical - what would happen if they had just summoned up the courage to launch a decisive attack on the newspaper man?

It's a pity that a missed opportunity is a missed opportunity.

Quickly scanning the surroundings, they saw that it was the ruins of an ancient city.

The remains of a huge aqueduct surround a wasteland, an open waterway used by ancient people to transport water to the entire length of the road before the invention of tap water. Rao is in ruins, and the pillars of these aqueducts are still four stories high.

In addition to the ruins and rubbles that can be seen everywhere, a seven-story tower can be seen in the distance in the gray mist.

Then they saw a line of Quullet language cast over the ruins by the crimson moonlight:

The words are red, but the content is clear and impersonal, showing the arrogance of the blood moon.

"O waste who does not have the courage to fight for the supreme throne! You are outcasts of fate! Struggle in embarrassment! Wail! Or use your worthless rotten flesh to pray for the mercy of victory—"

A simple and straightforward declaration, completely humiliating the five 'losers'.

No matter how detailed their plans and complicated thoughts were before, they had been forcibly treated as waste by this Blood Moon World.

Take a step back and open the sky?

No!

This is......

The more I think about it, the more angry I get!

The man in the white suit was the most resentful, and his pale face instantly turned red: "Bastard-"

In the past so many years, he has always used his wisdom to provoke the hearts of strong people, and used various means to make them fall into desperate cannibalism, and he took pleasure in it.

In his eyes, the newspaper man was just an arrogant and reckless man, and after this time, he had the opportunity to slowly kill the arrogant newspaper man.

Unexpectedly, the Blood Moon would so ruthlessly separate the loser from the winner.

Don't look at the height, it seems that there is a difference of 300 meters, and the two groups of people may have separated themselves from a thick spatial barrier and become parallel lines that will no longer intersect in their lives.

was driven to the lower level by simple violence, which has already made the man in white receive great humiliation, and the last words of pity are the biggest whip for his self-esteem.

"What are you kidding? Who wants that bastard's mercy! I'm Ramses Ramsay, I'm going to find my way and kill him! ”

He rarely revealed his name.

Even within a few hundred meters of him, there was no one.

This is enough to justify his anger.

Unfortunately, the wrath of the worm is meaningless.

Just as his words fell, a loud bang came from the sky.

A three-story giant crashed down, and the thick legs of the two of them hugged each other bent slightly, canceling out all the impact. The price was that the two-story ruined house at his feet was reduced to powder on the spot, and a shallow pit with a diameter of ten meters was opened.

As soon as he came down, he slammed a giant war hammer the size of a Beetle's car against his chest and roared to the sky.

"Ahhhhh

An unpreparably primitive roar echoed over the ruins, and there was a dead silence on the battlefield except for his voice.

Ramses subconsciously shrank into the shadows of the ruins, and after confirming that the thing had not found himself, he poked his head out to carefully examine the other party, and if the first glance was just shock, then the second time he confirmed that the thing was not his hallucination.

Even Ramses, who felt superior to others, couldn't help but feel an irresistible sense of insignificance rising from the deepest part of his soul, and he felt that his hands and feet were cold.

The giant was not human, he had a lion's head, but it did not have a natural jaw, and the entire jaw was replaced by a metal jaw.

Not an inch of skin on his arms belonged to him, as if he were a piece of miscellaneous cloth sewn from different miscellaneous cloths.

Lambsis recognized the skins of firedemons, horned demons, humans, and orangutans.

If it weren't for the fact that the other party still exudes the breath of a living thing, and you say that this is an undead stitching monster, Lambsis would believe it.

Based on Ramsis' knowledge of the Bottomless Abyss, this giant is more likely to be a humanoid war beast that some Abyss Lord used to charge.

In any case, this thing is not something that he, a Sequence 7 extraordinary, can deal with.

Just looking at the beast, Lambsis felt that it was difficult to breathe.

Is a Blood Moon baptism really a baptism?

Isn't it a talent purge program?

Before Ramsis could come to his senses, the humanoid beast had locked onto the position of one of them, brandished its huge claws, and forced its way through the ruins wall, killing itself.

For a time, the entire lower ruins jumped with chickens and dogs.

And in the opera house on the upper floor, there is a quiet, and there is an eerie silence.

After the master of ceremonies disappeared, Mark and the three of them stood up, first letting go of their spiritual senses, sensing their surroundings, and then looking at each other with slightly hostile eyes.

"What do you think about reading the newspaper?" Vivien was the first to strike.

"Yes!" Mark gestured to the stage exit on the right, "You go and check the backstage." If you find something wrong or something worth reporting, you run back, or never have to come back. ”

Mark spoke in a completely commanding tone from his superiors, which made Vivien feel very uncomfortable.

But on the other hand, she knew very well that without the permission of the newspaper man, she would now be one of the fallen ones. And instead of fighting head-on, she prefers to launch a surprise attack from the shadows to finish off the enemy.

After seeing how outrageous the newspaper man's frontal fighting ability was, she gave up on confronting him.

"Humph!" Blessed by the power of the goddess of the night, her figure quickly faded and disappeared in place in the blink of an eye.

It's just in the eyes of others.

In Mark's soul vision, the traces of [paint not dry] followed her all the way.

He knew it, and so did she.

It's obviously humiliating, and not removing this trace is a sign of her cooperation.

When these five bars are no longer on her, it is that she is ready to go to war against Mark.

A Night Punisher who was good at concealment disappeared, and instead the Thunder Giant frowned, "Although I appreciate your approval, I don't think it's a good idea for you to act with me. ”

Sensing the distance of the soul marker, Mark raised his hand, and Minnie's spirit silk suddenly blocked the surrounding space, and the scope of Byson's hidden interference immediately expanded.

The thunder giant instinctively clenched his fists, staring at the newspaper reader in front of him, and the storm secret technique could be activated at any time.

Mark, who also wrapped the other party in the range of the illusion, showed his true face.

Looking at the young and handsome young man in front of him with black hair and a mask down, the thunder giant was a little confused.

"Hello, Conrad Fischer! I am Mr. Galaxy's emissary Mark Destini. ”

One sentence immediately made Conrad roll up in his heart, and his brain turned into a lump of paste for a moment, completely losing the ability to think.

He will never forget that mysterious experience nearly a month ago.

The Church of the Storm can't help him avenge his relatives and friends! What even one of the Orthodox churches, the Storm Church, refused to do, the mysterious 'Mr. Galaxy' did.

Perhaps such a favor was insignificant to that being, but it really changed the course of Conrad's life.

If he didn't have this extraordinary power, he would probably be like a fool and launch a desperate charge at the pirate nest where a bunch of extraordinary people gathered, maybe he could kill one or two pirates who didn't have extraordinary power, but he would definitely be easily killed by the extraordinary ones, and the huge head was hung at the door of the pirate camp as a symbol of 'self-inflictedness'.

The Storm Rubbing, which had no soul mark, changed everything.

He managed to get a perfect revenge.

Ignoring the existence behind the pirates, he slaughtered every pirate he saw.

Die without regrets - that's how he feels right now.

As a final concern, his only thought is to repay Mr. Milky Way's kindness.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I was involved in this inexplicable world, I ran into Mr. Galaxy's messenger. It made him feel like he was in a dream.

Out of caution, he said in a deep voice, "I'm not refusing to take your word for it. I need stronger proof, please tell me what Mr. Galaxy has given me. ”

"A rubbing."

Conrad no longer had any doubts, and bowed deeply to Mark on the spot: "I have seen Your Excellency the Messenger." Conrad must obey all the commands of the messenger. ”

Then he looked up.

What appeared in front of Mark was a pair of fiery eyes. It was a fanatic look that was willing to go to the trouble for [Mr. Galaxy] and was a standard fanatic.

With such pure eyes, Mark's heart jumped violently. He once regarded Conrad as an idle move, but he didn't expect that this good boy growing up by the sea would respond to his expectations beyond his imagination.

In less than a month, Conrad had grown into the perfect meat shield.

What a treasure!

Mark didn't know that no matter how much he tried to support Vivien and try to hide his relationship with Conrad, Vivien still found out.

A shadow kitten rubbed Vivien's left hand and meowed.

Vivian suddenly figured out and bit her lip lightly: "Sure enough, the newspaper reader and the thunder giant are in the same group." ”

The choice question in front of her is very difficult: either pretend not to find out and continue to mix with the newspaper boy; Either take off the night cloak with the ability to block breath and start working alone.

Either way, she would have to risk her life.

"Well, it depends on which side is more dangerous."