At 10 a.m., in the Federal Mountains, inside an abandoned house on the outskirts of Hornavich University.

Besik, who had stripped off his black robe and changed into a neat black trench coat, placed a bronze carving knife with curly grass and lantern grass patterns on the surface of the table, and a large hole was revealed in the roof at the top, and he waited for the warm midday sun to shine directly on it.

To make sure there were no mistakes, he moved cautiously and very gently in the process, until the sun shone and pale pink fluorescents gathered from all directions and poured into the pattern.

With all this done, he walked to the corner of the room, where a full-length mirror was placed.

Besik's silver hair in the mirror was neatly combed, and his blue eyes were no longer lazy.

His face was quite thin and angular, and his whole momentum had become unfamiliar compared to before.

With a deep sigh, he took out the telegram report from the pocket of his coat, and listed the extremely glaring reports on it.

Report 1: The 9643 Transcendental Train is attacked by supernatural forces, and Octavian, Candace, Faye Edwarda, and other gods have descended, suspected to be directed at the spearhead Venason van der Rohe.

Report 2: Bishop Luan Jace of the Church of Serenity was contaminated by the Mother Goddess of Desire, resulting in the arrival of the Black Goat cubs, the Church of the Four Gods clergy team was severely damaged, and the Night Watch team was nearly wiped out.

Report 3: Elena, member of the Night's Watch, sacrifices cause the gods to descend and the Ashen Queen descends on the continent.

Report 4: Hornavich University Points Hunt was attacked by the Hidden Organized Church, the Eighth Asylum, the Church of the Mother God of Desire, and the Plague Church, triggering the projection of an unknown mythical creation, suspected to be directed at Vinason van der Rohe.

Captains, Frank, Elena, Kane, Burgritte......

A personal name echoes in the old dilapidated house, between the floors, walls, and ceilings that show signs of corrosion, and in Besik's heart.

There had never been a moment before that made him feel more impressed by these names than he was now, and felt that they were so far away.

Ever since he was contaminated by the archbishop at the headquarters of the Hornavich Church, he received news of the devastating blow to the Night's Watch.

In an almost frozen atmosphere, Besik took out a contract from the upper pocket of his black trench coat and draped it over the pair of dark red seals, with the name of Venassen van der Rohe written on it.

At this moment, out of the corner of his eye, he saw that the carving knife had stopped absorbing sunlight, and a pair of small wings appeared faintly on his back.

"This is something that the captain has left you, Wienerson van der Rohe, and I hope you will live up to the captain's expectations."

In a heavy and suppressed feeling, Besik seemed to hear Captain Joseph command:

"If I die in the line of duty, then the security of this city is entrusted to you."

"Captain." As soon as Beswick spoke, he was stunned for a few seconds by his own voice, which was so hoarse, so low, like the smoke of a cigarette for decades.

"The bishops at the church headquarters can suppress my pollution to a minimum, and you will be fine, no matter how serious your injuries are, you will definitely be able to heal you."

Besik whispered, and in the still, dilapidated room, he walked back to the table, picked up the carving knife on it, and inserted it into the contract with the name of Vinason van der Rohe written on it, then closed his eyes and extended his spirituality into the seal.

Just a trace of spreading, he immediately felt the domineering and greed of the carving knife, as if there was a stomach pouch that could never be filled, but the strange thing was that every time the power spread to the dark red seal, it quickly retracted, it looked so tame, not even the slightest rebellion and malice did not dare to flow out, as if it was really an ordinary carving knife.

When the night watchman joins, he will receive a level 3 seal of his own, and this carving knife is the same one that the captain left for Venasson.

This seal is also too strange, and the speed at which it devours spiritual power is not at all comparable to that of a level 3 seal.

After a moment of thought, Bakery raised his head, and without too much confusion, he threw the carving knife with the contract in the direction of the direct sunlight.

"Go to your new owner and remember not to play tricks, or the Great Underground Tomb will be your final home."

As soon as the words fell, Besik's ears heard unwilling cries and angry voices, which seemed to be provocative.

The twisted, hideous, wailing skeletal faces immediately stood out in his inspiration, and these "faces" were full of skin and flesh turned out, and the blood marks on the bones were visible, as if they had been opened by a sharp weapon, full of unbearable sadness and madness.

You have emotions...... No, it's the ability to be alive?

With a flip of his palm, Besik took out an ancient bronze lamp, and the crimson flame rose to dispel the scene in his inspiration.

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Hornavich University, Comprehensive Teaching Building!

Around noon, Wienerson took Wright's signed slip and walked to the underground weapons depot.

Today is the New Year, the school is full of lights, gentlemen in black tuxedos and half-height silk top hats, ladies in evening gowns, stockings, high heels, they are all waiting for the night to come, waiting for this unforgettable night.

However, Vinason was asked by Wright to step up his training, and today he had to use his mental power to finish 300 crimson bullets, which was obviously an extremely hard exercise for a Sequence 3 mathematician, not only to accurately control the bullet balance, but also to calculate the accuracy and the degree of attenuation when the bullet was fired.

He pushed open the half-hidden bronze door, and saw Gray, with a thick beard, sitting at a table behind the door.

"Professor Gray, why are you here?"

Vinason was visibly stunned for a moment, then quickly stepped forward and handed over the application form.

"300 crimson bullets."

As he spoke, his gaze swept over the thick book on the table, and his nose seemed to smell a familiar smell.

"Ancient books?"

Gray glanced at Venason's expression, frowned reluctantly, and sighed:

"Oh, it's little Vinason, it's New Year's Day, why are you still coming to the training ground?"

Uh, Professor Gray, aren't you still here like me...... Venason scolded lightly, and then said with a smile on the corner of his mouth:

"That's right, Mr. Wright asked me to finish 300 rounds of shooting today before I can go to the New Year's dinner."

"Professor Wright's training is still so strict, but it's no wonder that you can win the hunting competition in one fell swoop, even if there are dirty rats making trouble, not bad, I approved the list, go and practice, there are a lot of beautiful young ladies at night, remember to seize the opportunity."

Gray took out his pen and quickly signed the list, Gray Dawson! Then from the cabinet behind him, he took out a full 300 crimson bullets.

After taking the list and bullets, Wienerson paused and said, "Professor Gray, I take the liberty of asking, what is the book you are reading?" ”

"It's nothing, it's just an ancient book from the last era, you should have heard the name of Godslayer Cybertron, this book is compiled by him, according to the research of relevant scholars, it should be a book about the explanation of the ability to blaspheme cards, but unfortunately, I can't read the text at all."

Sure enough, it's Cybertron's thing, no wonder it feels familiar when you see it.

"Professor Gray, can you lend me a look?"

"Yes, you can, but I advise you not to delve too far into it, the symbols on it are dizzy after looking at them for a long time, even if it's me, sometimes I can't see too much."

"Okay, I remember Professor Gray."

Venason replied as he picked up the thick ancient book, and when he turned the first page, the description on it completely collapsed his facial expression.

"The first article of the middle-aged male charm cultivation manual, how to make a married young woman fall in love with my ......"