This building was called an altar by Zhao Yingkong, but definitely not because it looked like an altar, but because the dark green walls were adsorbed with countless bodies, which were forcibly stuffed into holes of different sizes, and everything in the body was constantly extracted under the absorption of dark green flesh and blood.

Those bodies were drained by the holes, and even the last dried corpses did not fall, and all of them were turned into nutrients. The whole altar is like a huge funeral parlor, one collects the corpses, transforms, and cremates. A one-stop funeral home.

It even includes the final burial process.

Oh, probably not cremation.

No one knew where the bodies came from, but in the center of the altar was a huge and intricate formation, surrounded by dozens of strange figures in brown robes, holding a white candle in their hands, the candlelight of which could barely illuminate their clothes, but could not illuminate their appearance hidden under the brown robes.

', what is this?' ’

Zhao Yingkong had a splitting headache, and a kind of terrifying panic arose.

"What are you looking at? Little girl? ”

A whip leg slammed into the guy behind him who made a sound, but the other party was obviously on guard and easily predicted Zhao Yingkong's whip leg.

"That's not going to work, you can only see part of it here. To see clearly, you'll have to go down there. Come closer! ”

The huge force pushed Zhao Yingkong into the altar, and the guy who sneaked up on it was really good. At the very least, only when you are really close to the altar that is dislocated in this space can you see the true appearance of the altar more clearly: the entire altar is made up of countless tentacles superimposed and entangled, and these tentacles split into more tentacles when they are released from the prey, and so on, no matter how strong the defensive surface of the sacrifice is, the tentacles can always find an opportunity to take advantage of the void. The sacrifices that were drained were essentially inserted into the body by countless tentacles, and finally everything was hollowed out.

'Can't land! ’

Zhao Yingkong saw it very clearly, the dark green wall of flesh and blood was constantly rising and falling, in essence, countless tentacles were constantly waving, if she fell on the ground, I was afraid that a face would be invaded by the tentacles and then smoked alive into a dried corpse, no, not even a dried corpse would be left!

Shadow energy condensation!

Zhao Yingkong's eyes froze, and there was a trace of excitement in her eyes!

Finally. I've been spinning around in this place for so long, and I'm finally able to have a good fight!

Dangerous?

The more sinister the better!

Shadow started to act under the call of Zhao Yingkong, Zhao Yingkong had studied this skill a long time ago, at first she only regarded this skill as a lurking, assassination auxiliary skill, and later abandoned it because of the version update iteration, but she heard Wu Jie talk about a very interesting question a long time ago.

The Shadow Series allows the exchanger to enter a solid shadow, and the B-class Shadow Stalker allows the exchanger to move easily in a solid shadow or within a moving shadow.

Then there's a problem with Shadow Stalker. Can you enter your own shadow?

Theoretically, this is not possible, your shadow comes from yourself, and you yourself enter your own shadow, so doesn't your shadow not exist?

It's a bug-like problem, like a tailing snake that eats itself.

But. The shadow stalker is indeed able to manipulate the shadow energy, and the A-level shadow series is even more able to condense the shadow beast, and later Zhao Yingkong made up some of the shadow series skills, planning to try this skill that cost 1C1B and there is no possibility of rescue, and then she saw a very interesting theory.

In some demonic worlds, shadows are not a purely optical phenomenon, i.e., shadows are darker areas formed because objects block the propagation of light and cannot pass through opaque objects.

Rather, it is a passage connecting another plane with the main plane, and that plane is called the Shadow Plane, also known as the Shadow Country!

Then, since the power of the shadow came from the outer plane, as the exchanger of the shadow stalker, Zhao Yingkong naturally thought of one thing.

It's not impossible to enter one's own shadow, but once you do so, it may lead to some unpredictable consequences. At least the shadow stalker of this level can't do it, that. Who said shadow stalkers can't control their own shadows!

Zhao Yingkong's shadow turned into a thin film covering the surface of Zhao Yingkong's body, and for a while, Zhao Yingkong seemed to have become a little black in Conan, and even more than that, Xiao Hei was still a little white, and Zhao Yingkong's entire body was black!

The black shadow under his feet condensed an object similar to an anti-gravity device, this strange combination of science and metaphysics allowed Zhao Yingkong to be directly suspended in mid-air, and could fight in mid-air, so that at least he could avoid falling to the ground.

In this way, Zhao Yingkong successfully solved the problem of the battle venue, but this was only a small problem.

Yes, being an assassin and not being able to stand on the ground is indeed only a small problem for Zhao Yingkong's current situation.

Because

A strange spell sounded, and one after another azure fireballs condensed from the hands of the strange believers in brown robes, this scene looked slightly similar to the blue-yellow electric balls condensed by the councilors of the ancient magician recession in "Holy Lord: Tragic Diary", but the power was definitely different whispers.

Of course, those electric balls look mediocre, and it is also possible that they are dealing with a [Superman] who can punch the Holy Lord in the state of twelve divine powers with one punch, plus a 'mediocre' little girl.

But Zhao Yingkong is not [Superman] or a mediocre Cheng Xiaoyu, she is just an assassin with a fourth-order combat power and a third-order gene lock. Zhao Ying narrowly avoided a fireball, even through a shadow protective cover, she could feel the terrifying heat and coldness!

This was an extremely strange feeling, the incomparably hot flames that were obviously burning past Zhao Yingkong actually made Zhao Yingkong feel a piercing chill, and this extreme confusion of the senses made Zhao Yingkong almost catch their way.

'What the hell, the power of this flame is outrageous. This power, this weird heat and cold, if you pull the front and take a shot, I am afraid that you will have to lie on the ground on the spot and shout Wu Jie for help! Oh, now Ra should be shouting for the first emperor to help'

As long as Zhao Yingkong doesn't need to think about it, her third-order gene lock is no different from the third-order gene lock of a normal person, after Zhao Yingkong's simple calculation, the energy contained in this fireball is probably extremely terrifying, at least it can only be compared to all the energy in Li Xiaoyi's body combined.

And this level of attack seems to be just a small skill in the hands of those brown-robed people!

It's just that Zhao Yingkong didn't know that his complaint had come straight to the truth in a sense.

At this time, she really saw a 'ghost'.

[The curtain of the drama has been opened, and the girl who is confused by fate has appeared, and it is God's 'faithful' believers who are playing a wonderful rivalry with her at this moment. At least in this one story, the believers are indeed loyal to their gods. 】

Yes, I would like to call Him God, and of course He deserves the name of 'God' before all things. 】

(End of chapter)