Lake Center Boulevard, Southeast District, Gallery Street.

"Tomorrow is the Great Ceremony of the Gods, time flies so fast."

Adama held a variety of dried fruits and snacks and followed Ronan to look around.

Artists from all over the world are holding up one wide oil painting after another on the side of the street, showing it to the passers-by aristocrats.

The wrath of nature when the thunder pierces the clouds, the tragedy of the black death of the sick, the classic legend of the knight pointing at the dragon......

Adama was so dizzy to see that sometimes when Ronan didn't wait for her, she would angrily drag him back and continue to look at the painting.

Whoever let Princess Adama now hold the economic power, the poor brother must respect her wishes!

Most of his usual life is spent in the Central Palace, where the solemn atmosphere is solemn and awe-inspiring, but lacking in a bit of fun.

In the past two days, following Ronan and wandering around the taverns and galleries on Huxin Avenue, watching performances from all over the mainland, Adama has seen a different world.

"Do you like this painting the most?" Ronan beside her followed her gaze.

On the two-meter-wide panel, the picture depicted is the most classic.

Armed with a sword, the knight confronts the monstrous dragon and protects the princess behind him.

"yes, don't you think it's very romantic!" Adama happily replied, "I would love to have a knight to stand in the way of life and death to protect me!" ”

"Isn't this kind of thing something you can do with just a family knight?" Ronan was a little weird.

"It's different, they, they," Adama struggled, still saying what she really thought.

"They don't look good..."

It turned out to be a face, Ronan was speechless, snatched the snack in her hand, and threw it into her mouth under her angry gaze.

"Bastard brother! will bully me, woo~"

Ronan reached out and pressed Adama down on the forehead, causing her to wave her hand in the air indiscriminately.

And his gaze was to the sky.

At this moment, the sun is setting in the west, and dusk has arrived.

In the Liuying Street next to the Painting Street, the Red Moon Cultists who had infiltrated Triumph City began to gather.

In the secret room on the second floor of the tavern, Oro was honestly reclined in his seat, praying in his heart that it would be best to ignore himself.

It's a pity that his idea didn't come to fruition.

Whenever a two-person team of Red Moon Cultists and Silver Moon Cultists entered the room.

Annika next to him would put her arms around his neck and announce to them.

"Why don't you come and meet your Son of God! Hurry up, just kneel down and kowtow to us! ”

It is conceivable that under her taunt, a fierce light appeared in the eyes of all the other disciples.

Whether it is the Red Moon or the Silver Moon Order, the primordial violence of the jungle is admired internally.

If it weren't for the task, they would have chosen to do it and tear this pair of unashamed dog men and women apart.

"For three hundred years now, the Red Moon has given birth to the so-called Son of God, and the test of the fifth seat of Ulrika is not enough to prove everything. Before the eyes of the Lord of the Red Moon descend, put away your arrogant gesture, little imp. ”

An elder Red Moon Order swept over his eyes, and the surging pressure made Oro's skin tingle like a pinprick.

I'm not arrogant, I want to bury myself in the ground now! Aoro cried in his heart.

He tugged at Anika's clothes and pleaded in a pleading tone.

"Anika, don't say a word, if the Red Moon Spirit comes down and tells them that I'm not a god son, just an ordinary cultist who is lucky enough to gain power, they won't kill us in the future."

"It's okay, I'm not afraid of death." Annika grinned.

But I'm afraid, Oro is very aggrieved, but he can't stop anything.

Who made him unable to beat Anika.

"Due to the supervision of Triumph City, the adults cannot hide their identities to arrive here, and I will preside over this ceremony!"

The elder Red Moon Cultist spoke, "Now that there are all of them, it's time to summon my lord's gaze!" ”

With his announcement, the Silvermoon Cultist who followed him pulled out a metal box covered in silver ciphertext from his bosom.

When it is opened, a crimson glow shines out of it, and it is a fully charged Moonstone Heart (red).

After he was the opener, one of the Silvermoon cultists who followed him also took out his hidden Moonstone Hearts, and finally placed them together.

Then the elder Red Moon Cultist stretched out his fingers, and his nails instantly extended, slicing his wrist open like a sharp knife.

Blood flows through these moonstone hearts, being quickly absorbed by them.

The other Red Moon Cultists followed suit, and the massive amount of cultist blood turned the crimson glow of the Heart of the Moonstone into scarlet, and thin cracks appeared above.

The surging special magic inside is about to break through the shackles and turn into a sea of magic, providing an environment for the projection of the Lord of the Red Moon.

In the end, it was Oro's turn.

"It's okay, I know to let your god son finale." Annika shoved Oro and pushed him forward.

Under the pressure of the gazes of countless disciples, he trembled and slashed his wrists, letting the blood flow.

However, the unexpected happened.

His blood was not absorbed by the Heart of Moonstone.

Tear and pull!

The sound of the cloth tearing sounded, and the size of all the Red Moon Cultists began to swell, and their eyes turned hideously scarlet, staring at Oro.

They spread their claws and wait for orders from the Elder Cultists, ready to tear this fraudster to shreds!

I knew it! Big Crow, help!

Unable to move under the pressure of the bloody eruption from them, Oro closed his eyes in despair and shouted in his heart.

And Ronan, who was only one street away from here, breathed lightly when he saw this.

Spiritual projection.

Oro's body is under his control.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw countless blood-colored monsters in human form, with a fierce light in their eyes, surrounding him.

His brows furrowed slightly, and the strong smell of blood made him feel uncomfortable.

Ignoring them, he placed his hand on top of the hearts of the moonstones, while Ronan raised his hand in this direction.

Half of the street was covered in an instant, including this room.

The heart of the moonstone, which was about to shatter, was suppressed by the rules, severing the distant connection, and instead began to merge into the chessboard, gradually dissipating into starlight.

The originally angry vampires were surprised to see this scene, and looked at each other at a loss.

After three hundred years of accumulation, this was the first time they had the ability to summon the Red Moon, and they had no way of understanding the process.

With the disappearance of the Heart of the Moonstone, the vast amount of magic stored inside began to surge in all directions.

The battle chess sandbox only absorbs crystals and does not require this special magic.

Like a volcanic eruption, scarlet magic erupted from above the room, spreading out.

In Ronan's eyes, the sky of the avenue in the middle of the lake had already been dyed red by special magic, far deeper and more terrifying than dusk.

Magic cannot be observed by mortals, but it is clear that blood-colored magic is severely corrosive.

It made the people on the street feel chest tightness and shortness of breath, and many people even fainted to the ground, and they were worried about their lives after a long time.

Ronan's body did not stop moving, but through the chessboard, he threw a large amount of pure spirituality towards "Oro".

"Spiritual Armament: Scarlet Scythe."

According to his own understanding and experiments of [Flesh and Blood Enhancement], Ronan began to use pure spirituality to build a fifth-order spiritual weapon on his own, and operated the magic trajectory in Oro's body to the extreme.

After consuming tens of thousands of pure spiritual points, Oro's body was covered with a blood-colored veil.

The homologous magic attribute in Oro's body, coupled with the huge spiritual attraction, summoned the surrounding blood-colored magic.

A vortex of magical power was formed, which frantically poured into his body, absorbed by the spiritual armament, and at the same time made his body expand rapidly.

The roof of the room shattered, and the huge black wings of more than ten meters gradually stretched out, obscuring the sky.

The temporarily maintained fifth-order superlimit momentum spread out, overwhelming the earth.

Holding a blood-colored scythe more than seven meters long, "Oro" looked at the tiny vampires below and slowly spoke:

"I have come."