Chapter 476 The Darkest Day

darkest day

Without anyone's identification, Huai Shi can be sure that his development is very normal.

Moreover, it can be said that Huai Shi's attainments in alchemy have already left the budding stage. This nonsense that "important rituals must be completely stripped off" cannot fool him at all.

It is true that too much clothing will interfere with the secret ceremony, but if it is just a layer of linen, the interference caused can be ignored.

After taking a shower, Huai Shi put on shorts and walked out, without giving Crow any chance to use the mobile phone in his hand.

Otherwise, I don’t know how much money I will be extorted from!

Nothing can be done.

Crow wasn't angry, he just threw away his phone and looked at Huai Shi now.

Layers of dark green capillaries have protruded from under the pale skin. At first glance, they look like some weird tattoos, but the layers of mountain ghost marks that look like complex root systems are changing all the time. , beating together with Huai Shi's heartbeat.

It spread out from the crack in his chest, covered his whole body, and overlapped on Huai Shi's back, forming a faint and fuzzy outline of Yudai Mountain.

But this outline is also changing all the time.

Only after the faint light circulates for a week will its own appearance briefly emerge.

"Okay, I'm still worried that you went astray?"

Reaching out to poke the sacred mark on Huai Shi's back, Crow nodded with satisfaction: "For the path of Tianwen, the ghost is the foundation and sets the tone of life from death.

But the mountain ghost is an extension, communicating with the inside and outside like a messenger - in alchemy, it is said that it rises from the earth and falls from the sky. The first half of the sentence can summarize the role of mountain ghosts: they grow in death and multiply from the ground.

It is the bridge connecting death and life, the pillar foundation that maintains balance. Being able to do this is enough. No matter how much else there is, it is the icing on the cake. If you are confused by the amount of power, it will be more than worth the loss. "

After saying that, she raised her hand and slapped Huai Shi on the back unceremoniously.

There was a snap.

There was almost a red mark.

"Lie down!"

She pressed Huai Shi's shoulder without much strength, but after Huai Shi's eyes blurred, she was already lying on the ground, seeing the ceiling above her head and the eyes of crows looking down at her.

There was a moment of astonishment.

"So fast?"

"Yes." She nodded with a smile, "That fast?"

"Why are you so anxious?" Huai Shi was puzzled.

He had just returned home. He didn't even have time to take a breath before he was taken directly to the basement by the crow. It was hard to understand why he was in such a hurry.

"As the saying goes, it's better to arrive early than to arrive late. It's a good time for you."

Crow smiled and waved, bent down, pulled out the sacrificial knife directly from Huai Shi's sacred mark, held down his hands and feet, and cut them one by one to bleed.

Immediately, faintly green blood flowed out from between Huai Shi's spread hands and feet, spreading along the complicated matrix underneath her body, and gradually covering the entire secret instrument.

She didn't feel weak at all, but instead felt like she had high blood pressure. After taking some blood, Huai Shi felt much lighter.

I ate too much in Yudai Mountain before and suffered from indigestion. Now I release the excessive vitality and the mountain ghost's holy mark can operate smoothly.

Moreover, using Huaishi's blood as the base material is much better than anything else, at least the affinity is there.

The crow kept moving and quickly sprinkled the mixed source material solution into the pre-engraved matrix. When the vitality in the blood was stimulated by the source material, it glowed with a hazy light.

"As the saying goes, an opportunity cannot be missed, and it will never come back again—"

Crow took out a pocket watch out of thin air and checked the time on it. With the other hand, he took out the Blood Vengeance Crystal, Divine Grace, Evil Relics, Undead Flame and other materials and embedded them around the secret instrument.

The vague heat and pain followed the blood on the ground and penetrated into Huai Shi's body from the wounds that had not yet healed, making his body suddenly stiffen.

It was like being thrown into an alchemical cauldron in an instant.

The mountain ghost's stigmata began to rotate fiercely to resist this sudden change, but in vain. Instead, it was pulled by the secret ritual, and Huai Shi's unpredictable changes began to occur.

The intense lignification started again, spreading inward from the limbs, and layers of fine air roots grew out of Huai Shi's pores, completely integrating him with the entire secret instrument.

The crow's movements were so fast that Huai Shi had no time to react, and could not help but gasp under the stimulation of severe pain.

"I said...can't you prepare me mentally first?"

"That's true."

Crow nodded: "I wrote some notes before, but I forgot to give them to you..."

As she spoke, she stretched out her hand, fished out another thick book, and threw it to Huai Shi, but Huai Shi had no hand to pick it up, and the book cover directly covered Huai Shi's face.

There was a snap.

"What is this?" Huai Shi couldn't feel the pain anymore. He narrowed his eyes blankly and read out the title on the cover: "Three...Years of Broken Chapters and Five Years of Torture of the Master"?"

"Ah, I'm sorry I got the wrong one."

The crow replied without any shame: "It should be this."

Just where Huai Shi couldn't see it, she took out the Sword of Virtue directly from Huai Shi's bag, raised it, and lightly swiped it on her wrist. In an instant, a trace of crystal blood adhered to the blade. In an instant, it was thousands of feet away. Flames of light rose into the sky, burning the entire blade red.

The blade whines, the cry of bursting steel.

Without any hesitation, the golden amber dust was sprinkled on the spine of the sword, coating it with a layer of bright gold.

Just when Huaishi turned her head and shook off the broken book covering her face, she saw... Crow stabbed the sword in his chest with his backhand.

Huai Shi was stunned.

"...Again?"

Without giving him a chance to talk nonsense, Huaishi felt the fanatical light being ignited, erupting from the inside out in the deepest part of his body, engulfing himself,

The slender blade penetrated into the crack, penetrating into his body inch by inch, but never exited the back, as if it had been swallowed by his body.

Until the end of the handle, it disappeared.

Tick ​​tock.

A crisp sound sounded from the pocket watch in Crow's hand.

Every moment is exactly right.

"The good wind will send you to the west with its power."

The crow took a step back and smiled happily:

"—Welcome to hell, silly boy."

At that moment, after swallowing endless light and heat, Huai Shi twitched violently and roared involuntarily.

In his body, darkness surged like an ocean, spurting out from the crack in his chest. The deadly poison and ashes that had been brewing for an unknown amount of time turned into a sea tide, rose into the sky, and were tightly bound in this basement.

Then, along the matrix inside the coffin, a mighty current flowed, covering the entire stone marrow hall, wrapping this huge building like a black curtain.

Under the afternoon sun, the originally magnificent Stone Essence Hall seemed to sink into hell in an instant.

Turn into ghosts.

And in the core of the secret ceremony, Huai Shi raised her head in horror and looked at her chest.

In his chest, the crack began to spread, as if growing, spreading inch by inch, engulfing his entire chest and disappearing, followed closely by his limbs, head...

In the endless flow of darkness, the crow tilted its head, studying the magnificent and strange situation in front of it, and grinned.

Huai Shi has disappeared.

In the last moment, in a daze, he seemed to feel that he was beginning to fall.

At the same time, far away, it is almost equivalent to Australia on the other side of the current situation.

In the endless yellow sand, the Sand King, holding gold and amber in his hand, climbed onto the altar.

Facing the storm blowing in his face, the old man raised the bright miracle crystal in his hand.

"Today, I am here to pray!"

Facing the eternal dry desert beneath his feet and the cruel and violent sky above his head, he roared loudly, exerted all his strength, and exhausted all the correction values ​​accumulated by the sand kings of all generations, and declared here:

"I would like to pray here with the power of the kings of all ages."

"Please give me blessings, clean water, fertile land, gentle wind..."

Amidst the tiny sounds of cracked and broken skin, the old man's mottled white hair danced in the strong wind whipped up out of thin air, roaring:

"——Please bring fertile soil here, and ask the all-powerful Holy Spirit to move in this desolate world."

Then, the heaven and the earth roared.

In his raised hands, the golden amber glowed with blazing light.

The dazzling gift soared into the sky and turned into a golden light that could be observed even in the ninth level of hell below.

Hold up the sky here and establish a fertile land that will never be easy to come by.

The Sand King roared and his body quickly stooped.

But within the decaying body, a huge miracle emerged again, turning into a blurry shadow running on the throne of the sky. Looking down at this eternally barren land, I couldn't help but shed two lines of turbid tears. tears.

Tears fell in the air and turned into rain.

Thunder suddenly spread, and then, heavy rain fell out of thin air, covering the entire area around Canberra.

The rain of grace surging with bright golden light covered the sky and the earth.

The strong wind rose again, blowing away the dry wind and sand, revealing the dark fertile land below. The clouds stretched in the thunder, and the thunder seemed to light up the pale sky, returning to blue.

Under the wash of rain, many stubborn diseases were cured without medicine, and a glimmer of hope sprouted in many desperate souls.

The old and young faces looked up, looking up at the tired figure on the altar.

The Sand King took a staggering step and fell instantly, falling from the altar and falling into the mud. The people next to him had no time to react and rushed forward to help him, but the old man pushed him away with all his strength.

He jumped into the mud again, knelt on the ground, and held up the soil on the ground with his trembling fingers, as well as a trace of young grass sprouts sprouting from the soil.

As if he had found a treasure, he raised his head and ecstatically showed the hope in his hands to the people around him, making those dull faces freeze in place.

"It's salvation, children!" He laughed, holding up this new glimmer of hope, but couldn't help but shed tears of excitement: "Our salvation has arrived."

In 2110 AD, the fourth generation of Sand King gave up all his own correction values ​​and revised the current situation with gold and amber.

One-fifth of Australia has been given a new lease of life.

Immortal achievements are laid here.

Compared with this one feat that was enough to make the whole country take notice, everything else became insignificant.

No one noticed that at the same time, someone used the dust of gold and amber as a guide and used this ritual of the same origin as a cover to quietly start the advancement.

It also covered up the subsequent horrific disaster that would erupt as a result.

This is the only thing that Crow has not told others - if you want to isolate the huge influence and gravity of the Book of Destiny, no matter how many red threads you wrap around it, it will be useless.

Even if only temporarily.

Only when advancing, can the restlessness of the Book of Destiny be completely vented.

By then, the entire world will be affected by this advancement, and if this interference is revealed in reality, it will undoubtedly be a horrific disaster.

——A disaster that is enough to completely defeat Huai Shi and plunge him into complete despair will befall the current situation and befall everyone.

It was 4:21 pm on December 6, 2110.

From this moment on, the terrible memories that were hailed as the Darkest Day by many people officially began amidst countless wailings and screams that were about to emerge!

At the beginning, no one noticed the disaster coming.

Everything works as usual, and for most people, this day is no different from any other.

After getting up early, practicing his gun, and finishing his winter vacation homework, Yuan Zhao once again made sure that his cousin went out to attend a fan club today and would not come back before evening, and no one would disturb him.

Immediately afterwards, he couldn't wait to hide in his room, closed the door, and locked every layer.

He quickly turned on the computer, skillfully posted notifications on Weibo and WeChat, and finally started the live broadcast software.

"Hello friends in front of the TV, I am your friend, Ultimate Obara."

In the crisp teenage voice, a cute two-dimensional cat-eared boy's avatar appeared vividly in front of many live broadcast viewers.

Countless barrages went by in an instant, and some tycoons even sent a rocket to celebrate the launch today.

Although it has not been on the air for a long time, Yuan Zhao still quickly became famous for his amazing results in FPS games, occupying his own place on the cockfighting platform.

And there are also female fans! I have a female fan! I have a female fan!

Say important things three times.

There was even a cute young lady who sent him a text message and invited him to dinner. How can the original photos from being beaten by his cousin since he was a child to living like this be so bad?

Although he hesitated and did not accept it, his enthusiasm for the live broadcast was gradually increasing.

"Well, without further ado, let's get to the main topic of today."

Yuan Zhao quickly opened the game software. In the familiar melodious music, the client of "Wanshi Pai·Wanshi Duel" was opened.

The reason why today's popularity is so exaggerated is because the original photo has already announced in advance that he will open a thousand card packs in the Wanshipai New Year commemorative pool today!

You know, with Chao Shizhi's black-heartedness, which is better than that of a giant goose, there is no way to open any pool during the Chinese New Year that will definitely produce SSR in ten consecutive rounds, and even the drop rate of gold flash cards is ridiculously low in normal times.

This commemorative card pool to welcome the New Year will last for a week. It is said that the drop rate of gold flash cards will increase to about 1%, and there will also be various out-of-print cards entering the card pool.

But at the same time, the price is also exaggerated and jaw-dropping.

It is more than ten times more expensive than the physical version of the card pack, with a pack of five cards costing 900 Dongxia Yuan. Although all card packs issued online will quickly deliver physical cards into the hands of users, there is no need to worry about getting nothing.

But you also have to be able to produce good things.

Otherwise, I won’t be able to cry with the blue sky and white clouds in my hand.

Ordinary Wanshi Pai players from "poor backgrounds" would feel a chill in their scalps when encountering this kind of card pool, and would wait and see again and again. And only then will the rich players come on stage and spend huge sums of money to prove how boring and rich they are.

And someone as rich and bored as Mr. Yuan who comes to open a thousand bags can naturally attract the attention of most viewers.

The client was opened and he quickly recharged. With the sound of a debit text message that made Yuan Zhao particularly heartbroken, all the pocket money he had saved in the past two years had turned into a thousand card packages and appeared on the screen.

If my cousin finds out about this, why not break his legs!

Fortunately, after the game is over, he can still sell those gold cards to replenish his health, otherwise he will really be in trouble next time.

Forcibly suppressing the pain in his heart, he forced a smile and coughed twice: "Then, let's start the next card pack."

There was a barrage of European-style comments, and he was naturally silenced by the original photo. Under the live broadcast window, the preset gambling game has been played.

Bet on how many oranges the original photo can produce.

Naturally, there was no one in the column for 100 oranges. There were quite a few people who wanted to take the risk for the 50 oranges option. Most people cautiously chose 30 or 20 oranges...

Nowadays, the entire gambling situation is changing fiercely. Many people watching the excitement want to gamble and win some official props "chicken feed". It seems that the atmosphere is extremely lively.

After taking a short rest, Yuan Zhao moved the mouse and clicked with great expectations to open the first package.

“Let’s get off to a good start!!!”

Amid the boy's roar, the blue sky and white clouds came towards his face.

There was a burst of laughter and ridicule in the barrage, and many people were comforting: with such a low delivery rate, it is normal for the first package not to come out.

I was not impressed by the original photo, so when I opened the second package, I saw the same blue sky and white clouds. This time, the barrage had become sparse, and everyone began to watch intently.

But the original photo still calmly clicked the mouse.

The third package, blue sky and white clouds... The fourth package, blue sky and white clouds... The fifth package, blue sky and white clouds... The sixth package, blue sky and white clouds... The seventh package, the eighth package, the ninth package...

Until the 100th package, everything was blue sky and white clouds.

No flash gold cards were released, and the best result was an out-of-print Prince of Paradise?

The original photo wants this fucking fuck! But I can use it later to please my cousin...

"Today is a bit strange."

Yuan Zhao raised his hand, wiped the sweat from his forehead, became nervous, moved his wrist, and clicked the mouse again.

One hundred and ten packs, one hundred and twenty packs, one hundred and thirty packs...

By the time the 200th package was opened, the live broadcast room had fallen into dead silence.

The original photo started to rage.

"What happened to Chao Shizhi's drop rate? Is it a secret change? Two hundred packs can't produce a golden orange?" He slapped the keyboard angrily, turned around, took a bottle of mineral water from the refrigerator, and drank it in one gulp. .

Then, formally wash your face and hands, burn incense and pray.

After a long time, he finally calmed down. He returned to the computer and forced a smile: "Everyone has been waiting for a long time. Come on, let's continue."

There were cries of sympathy in the barrage, and many people were urging the anchor to persevere.

"Yeah, maybe I'm lucky."

Yuan Zhao waved his hand relaxedly: "Have you ever seen a pack of ten gold flash cards? Let you see it today..."

Then, at the end of the 300th package, there was only a sigh of pity in the live broadcast room.

It’s really rare to see anchors like Feicheng... To be honest, I guess there is a little nigga in front of the screen... How did you do the official routine? ...Anchor, what on earth have you done that is so outrageous? ...Three hundred packs of money can’t yield gold? Yesterday, there were four of the 200 packs of flash gold next door...Anchor, did you do something wrong? Go and pay your respects as soon as possible...

"Don't be afraid, this is just a technical adjustment of the card pool... don't be afraid."

Yuan Zhao forced himself to calm down and swallowed. This time he directly changed the mode and opened ten packages at a time.

Ten packs passed, twenty packs passed... until ninety packs passed, there was a sudden commotion in the live broadcast room.

In the midst of the exploding card pack, a golden light suddenly jumped out, and a bright golden color bloomed on the rapidly flipping cards, causing countless people to cheer ecstatically.

Flash gold! Flash gold! Flash gold...oh oh oh, the anchor is finally out! ...The host broadcasted a flash of gold, and my youth is over...

"I'm just telling you, why don't you get flash gold?"

Yuan Zhao also breathed a sigh of relief and forced a smile, but before he could remember to laugh, he saw the golden light on the rotating card quickly fade and turn into bronze.

Dead silence came suddenly.

In the long silence, Yuan Zhao rubbed his eyes crazily, looking away and back again.

I suspected that I was hallucinating.

And the barrage in the live broadcast room has exploded.

Absolutely amazing. I have only seen silver turn into gold in my life, but I have never seen gold turn into copper... Holy shit, it’s so fucking spectacular... Anchor, you are worth your time. I haven’t watched it for so many years. I have never seen anyone so miserable...

Gold turns to copper!

The fucking gold card turned into a bronze card!

Yuan Zhao could hardly suppress his anger and looked hard at the table, almost frightening the birds on the trees outside the window. The birds also lowered their heads in confusion, looking at the little sand sculpture in the room.

When the card surface was finally turned over, the original photo had fallen into numbness.

——War of the Stars·Judge

Fine……

I'll be in the hands of a bastard like you for the rest of my life, right?

He wiped away his sad tears, choked with sobs, and forced himself to cheer up: "I don't fucking believe it, there won't be an orange today! Don't be afraid, it's just a technical adjustment! A technical adjustment!"

In anger, he ignored the consequences, spent all his pocket money, and put it all into the betting market in the live broadcast room.

"Four hundred and fifty thousand! Bet that I will have at least ten oranges today, and bet that the dogs dare to follow me! Do they dare to follow!!!"

The market changes rapidly, the odds plummet or rise rapidly, and in an instant, the popularity becomes higher and higher.

In this violent storm in Africa, what does this pain mean?

Wipe away your tears and don’t be afraid, at least you still have a dream!

"My turn, draw a card!!!"

Ignoring the call from my cousin on the phone, today Yuanzhao mustered up the courage that he had not had in fourteen years, risked his life, and started to open the package again!

This time, there was no sound in the live broadcast room.

All the spectators and barrages were silently witnessing this warrior's card draw.

Six hundred packs, no oranges!

Seven hundred packs, no orange!

By the time he reached 800 packages, even the top management of Douji had been alarmed and put his live broadcast room at the top of the home page.

"The young man gambled millions, can he win today?" 》

Nine hundred packs, no orange! ! ! !

Yuan Zhao's eyes were already bloodshot and turned red, and he was banging on the table vigorously. Completely ignoring the concerned voice of the servant outside the door, move the mouse and continue!

"Hope is a good thing..."

In the melodious singing coming from the player, Yuan Zhao was not knocked down by bad luck, Yuan Zhao stood up, and Yuan Zhao continued to move forward!

Original photo, draw card!

Then, blue sky and white clouds... blue sky and white clouds... blue sky and white clouds...

When the trembling hand pulled out the last card pack, the barrage was filled with whines and cheers of gambling dogs, and Yuan Zhao couldn't help but choked up.

Holding on to the last glimmer of hope, Yuan Zhao used all his strength to press his fingers.

"Wow!"

The judgment of fate came from the speakers: "——Silver is ordinary!!!"

“Fuck you, why!!!”

Yuan Zhao finally couldn't hold back the tears of grief and anger, and slumped weakly on the chair, staring at the blue sky and white clouds on the screen.

"Why can't I get orange!!!"

The sound of my cousin's footsteps hurrying back outside the door finally sounded.

As if death is approaching.

Two lines of clear tears fell from the corners of the young man's eyes.

He knew that he was going to die today...

At the same time, the same despair is descending on everyone around the world.

Whether it's "The Card of All Ages", "Silent Crown", or even the famous cheating mobile game "Iron Throne".

Not only mobile games and chess and card games, but also popular desktop RTPG games on the dark web, as well as every online game, web game, and gambling game...

From Eastern Xia to America, from Egypt to Russia, and from Rome to anywhere in the world. On this day, after four-twenty, on this day full of misery and gloom.

The same despair, the same darkness, befell a lucky dog.

Every game of chance has its worst consequences.

One after another, the sunken ships sank into the bottomless card pool, as if swallowing everyone's money, without making the slightest sound.

While every dice is insulated from a big success, it also increases the chance of a big failure a thousand times. More than tens of thousands of character cards will face the fate of being torn apart today.

And everyone who enhanced their equipment received a notification of "enhancement failed and equipment damaged" in unprecedented despair.

On this day, within these cruel twenty-four hours, from the current situation to the border, all humans, aliens and even hell creatures, not a single person, not a living creature, not a thing that can still move, can escape from the depths. Draw SSR from the bottomless dark card pool!

nobody!

Even a card pool with a 100% drop rate will definitely be stuck, down, or disconnected...

Disaster, disaster is spreading, disaster is falling on every player's head.

With the screams and angry roars of countless sunken ships, the formerly arrogant seals let out their final screams - the darkest day has finally ushered in its climax!

But Huaishi is still falling in a daze.

He heard the sound gradually ringing in his ears.

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Ah, I have been preparing this plot for so long and finally wrote it... What a pleasure!

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