Martin saw the long black beak of the heron's head sticking out of its hood, and the half-man, half-bird man lowered his tin staff after chanting and bowed down to the throne in the depths of the temple, like a high priest.

Many of the werewolves around him also knelt down with him.

After this, the man came to Martin, who felt his eyes hidden in his hood scrutinizing him.

The werewolves, who had been kneeling, stood up and found Martin, as well as the box in his hand, and smelled the breath coming from it.

Many of the werewolves immediately took on an attacking stance, showing their sharp teeth and claws at Martin, but none of them acted.

"Welcome to the tribe of the moon gods."

The priest had seen Martin's box as well, but he had only glanced at it and stopped paying attention, instead showing a friendliness.

"How did you know about 'Gethsemane'?"

Before Martin and the others arrived, there were already werewolves who had come to explain the situation first, so this priest directly asked Martin the most crucial question.

Martin had already anticipated the question, and he knew that all words were not as convincing as showing something, so he snapped his fingers directly, and a cluster of green flames appeared on his fingertips.

"Because of this." He said in a deep voice.

He didn't think about whether his identity would be exposed, not to mention, all the people here looked like xenos.

"This smell of familiarity... This is... The eyes of Lord Anupis! ”

The priest's originally calm and even somewhat arrogant tone changed instantly, and his eyes, hidden in his hood, stretched out, and his originally small eyes now widened with surprise like a human.

"How is that possible? How can you, a human being, be accommodated! ”

Martin couldn't answer him at this point.

Immediately after snapping his fingers, he felt a huge gravitational pull coming from the throne in the depths of the temple.

His body glowed red and green, and he felt his body lighten and flew towards the skull.

When he flew closer, he realized that the skull was simply the size of a terrible person, and his body was no bigger than the eye socket of the skull.

He was sucked into the gaping mouth of the skull, and flames of red and green flew out of his body, lighting up the werewolf skull's eyes.

After that, a little bit of multicolored fluorescence on his body also flew out and melted into the top of the skull.

Then, huge cracks appeared on the surface of the skull, and it shattered into countless pieces with a thud.

In the midst of the fragments, a brilliant unreal color floated in front of Martin, and he reached out to catch it, and saw that it was a gentleman's hat.

It has a dark gray hard dome style, the crown is not indented, and the overall appearance is very stiff and low-key, it is impossible to imagine that this is the combination of the huge skull and the multicolored opal.

Martin held the werewolf skull's hat expressionlessly, but his heart was very worried.

"I blew up the skulls they worshipped... What to do......"

"Boom..."

At this moment, the spire of the pyramid that had been hanging upside down on top of the temple slowly moved, like a machine waiting alone for a long time, finally waiting for someone who could control it.

The crowd saw that it was originally pointing to the top of the throne in the temple and slowly turning up, while the base that had been on top slowly turned down.

Eventually, the spire was transposed up and down, and the three floors below it finally became a complete pyramid structure.

The spire of the pyramid began to spread out circles of white light, illuminating the entire sky, and the blood moon looked a little dim at this time.

At this time, the time had come to evening, the sun had set, the sky was getting darker, and the rising moon was hanging high in the sky.

The originally bright moon was suddenly dyed with a faint layer of red, the red became deeper and darker, and continued to spread like blood, and finally, the whole moon turned blood red, which looked extremely strange together with the dark clouds floating below.

"Woo~"

In the mountains in the distance and in the buildings nearby, wolf howls sounded from time to time.

In a well-decorated room, Hines stood by the window, looking at the blood moon in the sky, his brows furrowed, and he whispered to himself:

"Is it so fast......

He returned to his desk, picked up the round-bellied pen on the table, and began to write a long letter.

On his left-hand side, there is a smaller card, the lower part of which is covered by a book, and only the name and part of the pattern on the top can be seen.

The pattern was a blood-red moon, and the name of the card was:

[Regression].

......

In the eastern sea of the Mir continent, in the distant ocean, on an island full of all kinds of strange creatures, the originally silent volcano in the center of the island began to erupt golden magma, burning countless towering trees and strange creatures that had no time to escape.

In the magma of the crater, a huge human face slowly emerged, and he looked at the same blood moon hanging in the sky, and made a hoarse voice:

"Anupis ......"

......

Back in the Temple of the Moon, the halo of the pyramid spire continued to spread and spread, and as the spire was aligned, the pattern of the giant tree on the spire also flipped over, and the giant tree with lush branches but loose roots became the appearance of a wide extension of the root system and the branches and leaves had just grown.

The werewolves in the temple witnessed all this, and there was nothing but shock in their eyes, most of them had been looking at the upside-down golden dome above the temple since birth, and they had long been accustomed to its appearance, and the change at this moment undoubtedly marked the occurrence of some great change.

"The Golden Pagoda is no longer hanging upside down, and the Tree of Life has ushered in a new ......"

"It's a miracle ......"

The heron-billed priest sighed at the vast tower above him, and he turned to look at Martin, who was holding the werewolf's skull on the throne, and trembled and knelt down.

He slammed his forehead to the ground and said to Martin in a reverent tone:

"We're finally back with you."

"Great Lord Anupis."

All the other werewolves knelt down one after another as they watched the heron priest's movements, they didn't dare to speak, but their trembling bodies and faces close to the ground also showed their excitement and awe at the moment.

In the entire Temple of the Luna, only Martin was still standing.

He was first shocked by this scene, and then he figured it all out, he looked at the gentleman's hat in his hand, and understood what he should do at this moment.

I saw him take off his hood and put on the gentleman's hat, and the mask painted with oil paint looked particularly strange with the gray gentleman's hat.

To make matters worse, the mask had an expression of extreme pain as soon as Martin put on the gentleman's hat, as if something was happening that frightened it, but the expression disappeared after a split second and turned into a maniacal smile.

The moment he put on the gentleman's hat, Martin felt that his spirit had entered a state of chaos, he felt that all the bones, muscles, and skin of his body began to squirm and change, his snout shortened rapidly, his canine teeth gradually retracted and flattened, and all the speckled hairs on his body faded.

In the end, he clearly felt that he had become a human being.

What followed was a sense of sheer madness, and Martin felt a myriad of voices whispering, screaming, howling in his ears, almost bursting his eardrums and bursting his head, and he erupted with a desperate and reckless impulse.

He looked down, and the werewolves who swept his gaze began to tremble, and they pressed their bodies to the ground as close as they could, as if they were under a powerful spiritual pressure.

His voice of majesty and power resounded throughout the temple, and many werewolves on the ground heard him say at this moment:

"I'm back."