Just as Rayson was still loading dirt buns to admire the surroundings, a strange wave swept in the direction of the VIP room.

It's not about the actual space, it's about the fear of the heart! Just like death itself, even if no one sees it, it will be naturally shocked!

Under the unbelievable fluctuation of mind, everyone outside the VIP room poured a large \/piece in an uproar, only three or three groups of people were half-squatting, and a very few were still standing.

No one screamed, no confusion, and under this indiscriminate coercion, it was considered determined that there was no fright.

Rayson can actually stand, even if his ears are ringing and he has a headache, and the fear in his heart is constantly churning upward, but this is far from the limit he can bear, but the moment he sees the people around him fall, he instinctively squats down.

It's not a good idea to be a bird at this time. The presence in his mind also let out a soft sigh.

Seems to be slightly interested in what's going on around him. But he still didn't speak, and watched in silence. Rayson seemed to be able to see the other party's playful expression.

He knew very well that this was not an illusion, it was the other party who was willing to let him

"See", he will feel this way. It seemed that the other party was thinking and waiting, and this subtle gaze made Rayson can't help but think of the gaze that Teacher Cohen is looking at him.

Is it an assessment? Only if you can meet the requirements of the other party, will the other party really communicate with you?

So what is the level of qualification? How long will it take? Rayson had a vague feeling that this person's requirements might be extremely high, probably far beyond his imagination, so it was difficult to gauge when he would be able to meet the other party's minimum requirements.

So, the three physical choices given before are considered to be the qualifications to enter the other party's observation assessment? To be honest, Rayson's body couldn't help but twitch when he thought of this.

Fortunately, the people around him, under the influence of that weird fluctuation, don't cramp too much. His performance at this time did not go beyond the scope of what he should have at all, and he would not attract the attention of others.

Although Rayson understood this, he still felt a chill all over his body. It's not that I'm afraid of being discovered by some people around me, but that I may have unimaginably powerful tremors at the existence in my mind.

Being able to give him three constitutions at will, and not caring about them after giving them, only says one thing.

Those were these three physiques, and for the existence in his body, it was just a gesture. From this, how strong is that one...... Rayson was already a little out of his imagination.

All kinds of speculations and suspicions about that person, under such a strong strength, instantly turned into a dream bubble.

Maybe I should change my mind about that person, who may really not care about me. Rayson suppressed the complicated thoughts in his heart, and just squatted down, a clanging sound suddenly sounded, and this actual sound didn't know what wonderful effect it played, and it actually suppressed the strange fluctuations.

Rayson's heart moved, and he simply lay on the ground, and there were more than a dozen people lying around him, and he was completely hidden.

At the same time, Rayson couldn't help but be a little curious, on the one hand, he simulated the same physical condition as the people around him through the powerful talent of the bloodless body, and on the other hand, his head turned slightly backwards, and the corner of his eye could barely see the door of the VIP room.

The door of the VIP room shook slightly in Rayson's eyes, and it was as if he was looking into the distance through the scorching and steaming air of summer, everything was trembling, everything was distorted!

Accompanied by Rayson's peeping. An indescribable sense of threat rushed straight to his head, and the cold spread in the back of his neck, and his body was cold in an instant, and his hands and feet were cold, as if Rayson was going to die in the next second.

At this moment, the talent of the bloodless body was activated, and the silent power in the depths of the bloodline suddenly lifted, and the speed of qi and blood did not change, but the body gradually warmed up, the coldness gradually disappeared, and the feeling of death staggered away.

Only the trace of coldness on the back of the neck is like a maggot on the tarsal bone, and it can't be shaken off! Damn it!

What the hell is this!! Rayson subconsciously wanted to touch the back of his neck, but he held back.

No matter how calm his personality is, he can't help but curse in his heart at this time, he is sure that his neck has just been touched by someone, but how can it be such a terrifying thing!

！ Fortunately, Rayson clicked on the talent of the bloodless body before, and he was able to fight against it, and he was not afraid of dying for a while, but after a long time, the ghost knows what will happen.

Just as Rayson was furious, the clanging sound behind him also died down. But a force that could resist the fluctuations of the mind rose up at the same time as the voice disappeared.

A familiar coercion weighed heavily on him, making him snort.

Suddenly, a person's figure flashed in front of him - Mr. Cohen? Wrong! This coercion is much weaker than that of Mr. Cohen...... Still not right...... It should be said that this coercion is similar to that of Mr. Cohen...... Something seems to be missing compared to Mr. Cohen...... It's not complete!

Knight! Opal Knight!! No matter how much worse this coercion is compared to Mr. Cohen, complete or incomplete, there is no doubt that this must be an Opal Knight!

！ Rayson closed his eyes and simply lay on the ground and pretended to be dead. Now he is too weak, the knight rank is 108,000 miles different from the real Opal Knight rank, and he will definitely die if he is involved in the battle of the Opal Knight class.

Curiosity doesn't happen at this time, that's not curiosity, that's death! A murmur rippled in the void, like greasy and fishy tentacles, crawling towards the human body.

Even if I haven't seen any actual damage, the constant feeling of nausea is unavoidable.

Even though Rayson was pretending to be dead, he had uncontrollable stomach cramps, and layers of visions appeared in front of him.

However, these illusions did not last for a second, and disappeared without a trace in the cold snort of the big guy.

Obviously, this disgusting greasy feeling is an indiscriminate attack, and even the big guy was included in the attack range, and was directly erased by the big guy.

Rayson's mind cleared, and the next moment he heard a loud bang. [Bang! ], as if something was suddenly striking and shattering some kind of barrier.

There was a sudden silence around them, but the silence didn't last long, and a moment later a creepy cracking sound was heard.

If I have to describe it, it's like a fingernail constantly scratching over the glass and making a raspy sound.

Layers of air waves surged out of the door of the VIP room, and then rushed away in all directions.

A deafening pop followed, crackling and crackling, followed by tiny cracks on the exterior walls of the VIP room.

Under the cracks, streamers flashed, and it seemed that the impact just now was enough to tear the VIP room apart, but the VIP room was blessed with some secret method, and it was shattered and not scattered.

Rayson, not far from the door of the lounge, bore the brunt. was directly swept away by the air wave for a distance of dozens of meters, and he fell dizzy, but fortunately, he was extremely talented physically, but he didn't hurt his muscles and bones, at most he was a little blue and swollen.

On the surface, Rayson was no different from the other unconscious people, but it hurt too much to be hit, and he couldn't help but grin in his heart.

He couldn't be more unlucky, who did he provoke? It's just a trip to the portal, how can you run into this fatal!

Those who dare to do this kind of lifeless thing, in addition to the three major terrorist organizations, are left with only those two major evil cults.

The three major terrorist organizations, most of which are opal knights, do not have such strange methods, which can be ruled out, which means that the person who came is one of the two major evil sects?

The Mother of Perdition or the Bone of Pain? After searching his memory, Rayson quickly came to a conclusion.

In fact, not only him, but most of the people around him who were still awake came to such a conclusion. As long as you have a secondary education, you basically know what the three major terrorist organizations are, as well as the two major cults.

These five have been written into the textbooks of the Federation, in other words, these five organizations are not just thorns in the general sense, but enemies that cannot be guarded against!

The core of the two cults is the Pain Bone and the Sinking - the Pain Bone is the evil thing worshiped by the Pain Church rather than the evil god, that thing is called the Bone of God by the people in the Pain Church, and the Federation is called the Bone of Pain, according to the doctrine of this cult, flesh and blood are superfluous, only the God Bone is eternal, once it is shot, it will definitely be flesh and blood, bloody and cruel; The Sinking Church worships the mother of the evil god Sinking God, and her actions are strange and changeable, and the doctrine is almost ethereal, saying that sinking will come, and only reincarnation and sinking can be reborn.

Since he is still alive now, and the people around him have not seen any casualties, it seems that the Church of Pain Bones can also rule it out - this matter is the action of the Sinking Church?

As soon as he thought this, Rayson heard another very strange sound from the VIP room. It's like chanting and singing, and I can't understand its voice, but I unconsciously understand the meaning of this strange voice.

[Sinking is coming, all living beings are sleeping, all things are reborn, returning to chaos...... [Mother of Naraku, mercy on all beings, sinking wheel, immortal ......and immortal] The voice continues to elongate in the ears, like an invisible hand, pulling people to sink down, an uncontrollable tiredness wells up in his heart, Rayson knows that it is not good, but he wants to close his eyes and fall asleep.

【Chahad!!】 Don't you dare!!! The sound exploded, and the drowsiness was gone, and Rayson couldn't help but shiver in his heart.

How did he not know that he was spinning on the edge of life and death, but he didn't fall asleep, otherwise the consequences would be unpredictable.

Although he has a big guy in his body who doesn't know the depths, if something really happens, he can't be sure if the big guy will do it.

In this case, Rayson didn't dare to hand over his life and death to the big guy. After the explosion, the air was filled with a turbulent and sharp aura, like two invisible beings, fighting each other.

This kind of confrontation at the spiritual level, even at this time, Rayson is not very clear, but the leakless perception given by his physical talent allows him to vaguely perceive something.

This is both an advantage and a disadvantage, the leakless perception allows him to perceive the reality that ordinary people cannot perceive, and the operation of higher levels of energy outside can also hurt him because of this.

To put it bluntly, ordinary people are like closed doors, no matter how fierce the trouble is outside, they can't get in and can't kill ordinary people.

And if Rayson and the others are open, they have almost no ability to defend themselves, they can detect and vaguely perceive, but if they are not good, they will be involved.

Obviously, being too talented is sometimes not a good thing. Just when Rayson felt more and more uncomfortable, a black smoke erupted from outside the door of the VIP room, with bursts of strange laughter and murmuring, just listening to it, it felt like a cat's claw in his heart, scratching and scratching, extremely uncomfortable.

Rayson wasn't sure if he was the only one who heard the disgusting, slippery murmur, and if he hadn't tried to play dead and take refuge, he would have wanted to run away from the place, it felt too bad.

The black smoke quickly dissipated, and all kinds of strange noises gradually disappeared, and Rayson vaguely heard someone moaning around him, so he pretended to have just woken up, and looked in the direction of the VIP room with a tangled and painful face.

The line of sight is clear, the refraction of the light is bright and dazzling, Rayson couldn't help but squint his eyes, what he saw in front of him was simply a crystal clear, pale red crystal statue - the overall height is almost three meters, eighty percent of the whole body is wrapped in dazzling crystals, only the waist / abdomen has not been covered, and the crystal spikes are along the direction of the ribs, spiraling out from the back, protecting the waist, completely violating the principle of conventional crystal straightening, but there is not a trace of artificial traces.

The long head has no eyes, the arched claws are like a crescent moon, the hideous ribs are creepy, and the tail full of sharp horns makes people look at toothache, no matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a positive image, if it is not for the crystal is dazzling enough, it is a strange evil god sculpture.

At this time, the tail of the crystal shook slightly, just swept inadvertently, and left indelible traces on the ground.

Rayson swallowed, this image was completely different from the opal rider he imagined!! The gap is just too big!

This is called Opals?? Alien Symbiote...... The rider of the harness? It's almost no different from some alien images in horror movies he saw in his previous life, it's nothing more than a more intimate shell - the hideous flesh and blood have been replaced by dazzling crystals, although it still looks very amazing, but the horror brought by the appearance has been invisibly weakened a lot.

As the black smoke of the Sinking Cult completely disappeared, the alien crystals on the surface of the knight's body snapped and cracked into countless cracks.

There was a cracking sound, countless points of light dispersed, and the brilliant crystals began to gradually disappear, and a young woman walked out of it.

A little halo of light scattered, Rayson who squinted his eyes couldn't see the woman's appearance clearly, at this time everything was so hazy in the area shrouded by the point of light, it was a very beautiful picture according to reason, but for some reason Rayson shivered for no reason.

It felt like something inexplicable blowing lightly in my ear, and the noisy and indistinct sound of breathing flashed by like an illusion.

Rayson lowered his head, he had no way of knowing what the battle had just happened in the VIP room, but it was just a perceptual oppression, and the feeling that as long as he used a little more force, he could leave his life here, of course, it was not pretty.

The methods of sinking evil cults are grotesque and evil, just like the indescribable chaos written in some of the previous worlds, and on the other hand, Opal Knight is obviously much better, but Rayson's mood sinks and sinks uncontrollably.

The so-called Opal Knight is far from being as simple as he guessed, and perhaps in a certain respect, the degree of mystery and even weirdness of Opal Knight is no less than that of the Sinking Cult that has just appeared...... Although this is just a guess, it is like a needle prick, firmly rooted in Rayson's heart.

The teleportation hall was reinstated by the female knight. It's just that the faces of most of the people around me are not very good-looking, and anyone who encounters a terrorist attack inexplicably will not be in a beautiful mood for a while.

Rayson hid in the crowd, waiting in line to enter the VIP room, and secretly looked at the deputy captain of the third squad of the garrison in the teleportation hall out of the corner of his eye, that is, the female knight just now.

He saw very quickly, almost glanced away from it, and was basically indistinguishable from the curious people around him.

The lady who claimed to be an opal apprentice knight looked like she was in her early twenties, with long hair fluttering and a little fairy, but she didn't see it too clearly against the light, she shouldn't look bad, but the whole person looked very indifferent.

This is not surprising. In the event of a terrorist attack, no matter who is in a bad mood, I am afraid that it will not be good. It's just that the female knight's more outstanding appearance did not leave a slight impression in Rayson's heart, and the reason why he looked at the female knight was more of a curiosity.

For Rayson, whether the apprentice opal knight is beautiful or cute, it has nothing to do with him, and it is not a good thing to be entangled with the strong when he is weak, even if Rayson encounters the treatment of rebirth that seems to be only available to the protagonist, he has no tiger body shock, and the beautiful little brother is called to the ridiculous idea.

After all, this is a real world, not a mess of will/lewdness. If Rayson wants to live here longer, he has to keep a low profile when he is weak, instead of coming out with a clear mind.

Most of the VIP room collapsed, and the place near the collapse was pulled with a yellow line, and warning signs were also placed. Strangely, though, even so, the lounge was still very stable, with no signs of further collapse.

Rayson looked at the fracture in the ground, and could vaguely see a silver light flashing in the middle of the broken reinforced concrete, and he knew in his heart that the status of the teleportation hall was too special.

Obviously built with special means, so that it can withstand the bombardment of the Opal Knight rank? He touched his chin and nodded slightly, as it should be.

The line wasn't long, and soon Rayson was up the stairs of the VIP room - thankfully the stairs leading to the upper floors weren't hit, otherwise it would have been a bit of a hassle.

When I got to the second floor, the surroundings suddenly opened up, and the originally lined up team suddenly dispersed. Rayson found a random seat around and sat down, and with less than ten minutes left before he had teleported, he could finally sit back and breathe a sigh of relief.

The second floor of the VIP room is said to be the second floor, in fact, it is more like a huge indoor square, which is scattered with round tables, chairs, open umbrella sheds, surrounded by pleasing greenery, and even an abstract sculpture is erected in the center, the waiter holds a variety of drinks and shuttles slowly through it, and the music played is low and soothing somewhere, the lighting effect is slightly hazy, and the overall environment is unusually stylish.

If Red didn't have the black card in his hand, he probably wouldn't have access to such an environment at all—at least not during this time period.

It's just that this kind of place that seems to be very tasteful, should have all kinds of communication, and it is an alternative social place, but it is unusually quiet at this time.

Perhaps the scene after a terrorist attack should be like this, and everyone is just settled, and there is no desire to communicate at all.

Even the waiters walking in the crowd seemed to be extremely unenergetic. Red looked very carefully, even though he was already a person in this world, but his curiosity about this world became more and more vigorous, even if it was just a little time, he didn't want to let go, and was willing to look around.

But for some reason, his gaze gradually became distorted, and everyone and everything seemed to be grotesque in the mirror, and then a little coldness slowly spread from the back of his neck.

It was cold, emanating an indescribable coldness from the back of the neck, and in contrast, the heart was entangled in coldness, as if death was at hand, but it never came, like a never-ending fall!

In the eyes of outsiders, Red just narrowed his eyes slightly, like a nap after a big ups and downs, no matter how natural, he couldn't see anything unusual.

But Red's own senses became more and more entangled, his body became colder and colder, as if it was freezing slowly but firmly, and his mind seemed to be falling endlessly, and he tried to struggle to get up, but to no avail.

Damn it! It wasn't his delusion just now!! What did that cultist do to him?

！ The icy touch flashed, as if ice was slicing across the back of Red's neck, making him shiver in his heart.

The line of sight had completely collapsed, the normal vision had been distorted, and there were hollows everywhere that seemed to have collapsed after the wax had melted, and there were distracting whispers that could not be heard over and over again, accompanied by the screeching of the wind surging out of the hollow.

Sight and hearing, and even mental perception, are clearly wrong. At this moment, Red seemed to be in hell, and he seemed to be unable to break free.

However, just when he felt a little unsure of what to do, his body suddenly shook.

At first, Red thought it was his own delusion, his body was completely out of control, almost unconscious, how could he feel the vibration?

But the vibration of the body came from the inside out, again and again, but he couldn't help but believe it. Unbeknownst to Rayson, the moment he felt his body vibrate, behind his head, a huge pale cyan light wheel slowly emerged, and strange and plausible words burst out from the edge of the light wheel, which collapsed into fine and dense light cyan points of light at the moment of formation—but they continued to emerge persistently, and from a distance, it seemed as if it was a cyan sun emitting cyan brilliance.

It was only when I got closer that I could see that the brilliance was not brilliance, but a point of light formed by strange words that kept collapsing.