Today is the coldest day of the gray night.

Today is also the time when the Moon of Ashes rises to its highest point.

And as a believer in the dark sun.

Wherever he's in a tavern when he's drunk.

Or in the red light laneway, enjoying the intimate service of those women who have lost their footing.

Or, on the way to send street intelligence messages to the Dark Sun.

When Old Coru raised his head and stared carefully.

He could always see the terrifying, huge silhouette of the gloomy sun, in the middle of the canopy and vision.

Occupies almost a tenth of the canopy.

God!

Always gaze!

God!

Everywhere!

Whenever I look up at the outline of the great gloomy sun.

Old Coru only felt that faith overflowed from the depths of his soul, and that was the destination of his fate.

Today.

Old Coru drank as usual in the Black Blood Crypt Tavern.

All of a sudden.

Old Coru felt something vaguely, and he suddenly raised his head to look at the sky.

Saw!

In the depths of the contours of the great gloom of his devout faith.

A dark golden silhouette that he had never seen before slowly rose.

Between the dark sun and his faith in the dark sun.

Moment!

Old Coru bared his teeth and his eyes were red.

The devout belief in the Great Gloomy Day is so tainted.

The blasphemer, in St. Rand, once again blasphemed the great gods.

However, something that made old Coru even more terrifying, and even made his soul tremble and despair, happened.

"Woo woo woo ......"

From the depths of faith, an indescribable roar sounded in his mind.

And not just from the dimension of faith.

in the world around it.

Those huge roars were also stirring.

Old Coru only felt the roar of the whole world, like a tidal wave sweeping towards him.

The whole world is against him.

"Blasphemer...... Blasphemer ......"

Old Coru wailed in despair.

His body shook violently unnaturally, and black blood quickly gushed out from his eyes, ears, mouth and nose.

Immediately after "Peng! "A bang.

Old Coru's skull exploded.

This scene caused the guests in the tavern to exclaim.

……

Meanwhile.

In many parts of St. Randers, those who are relatively weak and have been deeply eroded by the dark sun are in the roar of Steam World Ecology in St. Randers.

All of them have been attacked by a wave of backlash and attack from the ecological forces of the "Steam World".

Compared to the large-scale ecological war of the St. Landers Tower, which gathers powerful steam ecological forces to attack the blood ecology.

Tucker was attacking the deeply eroded low-ranking believers within St. Rand.

Moreover, Tucker has not mobilized many ecological forces of the "Steam World".

Yes!

This wave of operations.

It's an ecological invasion.

It's ecological pollution.

At the same time, it is also an ecological war, which Tucker tried for the first time, a war of ecological forces.

…………

Deep underground in St. Landers!

Atop a towering tower of steam in the dark.

In his hand, he held the magic letter that Melade had delivered to him.

Wendell Francis.

Raising his head, he looked at the scene in front of him that made the corners of his eyes twitch violently, and his heart was broken.

This similar scene has been staged again.

It's just that last time, he saw a towering barrier.

And this time, what I saw was that damn old star that came out of nowhere.

This time the technique is the same as the last one.

Merely.

Last time, Tucker the Blasphemer cut into his own great belief in the gloomy sun.

And this time, that damn blasphemous, cut into ecology!

It cuts into the "Dark Sun Belief Ecology" jointly constructed by the believers of St. Rand's Dark Sun, humans, werewolves, and blood clans.

Normally.

In the St. Landers region, the great [Gloom Ecology] is constructed.

This is the belief ecology of believers who interact with the dark sun.

It is an ecology built by the believers of the dark sun, with the power of faith and the great dark sun.

The veins of faith in the dark sun are only born and passed on among believers.

This kind of "belief ecology" has a strong closed effect.

Non-believers are not allowed to enter such an ecological region.

But!

The reason why a blasphemer is called a blasphemer.

It is because he has the ability to cut into the ecology of the belief vein of the dark day of faith.

Blasphemers, not only can break in, but can also distort or even change beliefs.

And that's the core reason why blasphemers call blasphemers.

Last time, that damned blasphemer had planted faith in the Great Fortress in his veins.

And this time!

Groping for the Dark Sun Magic Letter in your hand.

Look at the blasphemer in the round of "Old Stars" delivered in St. Rand's "Ecology of the Darkening Sun".

Wendell Francis vaguely guessed how the blasphemer was doing.

"Melled is dead, Melled's Grazing Tower......"

Wendell Francis took a deep breath.

"It must fall into the hands of Tucker the blasphemer."

"And the Melade Tower is one of the important nodes that connect with the Veil of the Sun's faith."

"It's because Melled's herdsman towers interact so deeply with the ecology of the dark sun."

"So ......"

"That's why that damn blasphemer sent that damn vision to the gloomy ecology of St. Randers."

"Let all the people of faith in the whole of Saint-Lander see this damn ecological invasion!"

Feel the rising stars of the past.

Wendell Francis's anger from the bottom of his heart couldn't stop overflowing.

Although Wendell Francis knows that, in essence, this is just an invasion of the enemy within the ecology.

Even drive the enemy away from that important tower, and this anomaly will come to an end.

But here's the thing.

The impact of this kind of thing is too great.

What?

The great ecology of the dark sun, in front of everyone, was invaded?

It was a great ecology under the gaze of a great god.

Even the enemy has infiltrated the vision into the great ecology of the dark sun.

And you can't resist it?

What do you make those werewolves in the Totem Sanctuary think?

What do you make those Bloods in the Sanctuary think?

What do you think of the transcendents who want to join the Dark Sun faction?

When doubts are born, faith is no longer religious!

This is Tucker the Blasphemer, and the damage caused this time is enormous.

Immeasurable!

Wendell Francis, who felt the corners of his eyes twitch more and more violently, and even his cheeks towards the old stars began to have black smoke rising.

Remembering what Melade had just said, he believed it a little.

This blasphemous.

It was even more terrifying than he had imagined.

If you are promoted to the fifth rank, you may still have a chance.

But now at the peak of the fourth order, he may not be able to win.

"Hoo ......"

Wendell, who took a deep breath, tried to hold back the restless mood in his heart as much as possible.

"If anyone else dares to borrow the Tower of the Gloomy Shepherd to enter the world of the Gloomy Sun Faith."

"Inevitably, you will be soaked in the power of faith in the great Mother Goddess, and then become a faithful believer in the dark sun."

"But...... Blasphemous...... He's not afraid of that! ”

"This blasphemous...... He played with his faith at will. ”

Wendell Francis knew very well that Tucker, the blasphemer, was capable of playing with the power of faith.

Great Barrier to the Faith of the World.

and the eclipses of the belief of today's Mother Goddess.

The blasphemer completely ignored it.

Now it seems that this blasphemous man is still able to follow the vein of faith and invade the belief ecology of the great gloomy sun.

Just as Wendell Francis was thinking about how to solve this troublesome ecological invasion as soon as possible.

"Woo woo woo ......"

Follow the dimension of the vein of belief in the dark sun.

The roar of indescribable horror steam reverberated from the roar.

The roaring waves, like icy railroad tracks, mercilessly mocked all souls in the entire Gloom Faith ecological region.

Examining the blasphemy and mockery that followed the vein of the Gloomy Grazing Tower, invaded the ecology of the Gloomy Sun's faith, and passed on from the faith.

Even Wendell Francis finally couldn't help it.

"Blasphemer!"

He hissed in a hoarse voice, screaming in despair at the grotesque scene of the invasion of the sky......

And Wendell Francis, the same desperate screams, and the devout disciples who screamed in the dark.

This night!

It's a dark day ecology, a night of despair and sorrow!

(End of chapter)