Chapter 227 Recovery From the Night (Please Subscribe)

Squeak! Squeak!

The face of McAllister, the Lord of Real Killing, disappeared in the clouds. The condensed lightning suddenly spread out, as if it exploded. Hundreds of lightnings cut through the dark sea and fell on the once again rough sea. .

Rumble——

The sound of piercing thunder and the shaking of waves splashed by lightning stretched for hundreds of miles.

Along with the flashes of countless electric sparks, the deep-sea species hidden under the sea surface jumped up, and the deep-sea abnormal mutants roared crazily due to stimulation.

The next second, the huge tornado rotated rapidly again, swallowing up everything around it, bringing up the endless sea water and the deep-sea species jumping out of the sea, and turned it into the terrifying doomsday scene before.

After a while, heavy rain poured down.

"Claire."

Wayne raised his head and let the brackish rain wash over his cheeks and drip into the sea along his chin, which was only a skeleton.

Claire's figure still echoes in her mind, the figure shrouded in clouds and dragged into the deep dark door, and the charming smiling face she left behind...

When we first met in the Laos neighborhood, that enchanting figure had strange abilities and was full of murder.

The chase in the Dumitru neighborhood caused such a sensation and also brought shock and threat to him.

At that time, he did not believe that he would have a deeper relationship with Claire "Thousand Faces".

But fate seems to be so magical. The more unlikely two people are to meet, they will come together due to the influence of equal contracts, era relics and some mysterious things...

And then...when he was at his lowest point, she happened to be by his side...

Yes, in addition to being charming and indifferent to life, she is more mysterious - the same mystery as an organization like the Eternal Life Society that has a certain purpose.

It is right to say that she is a villain, she has indeed caused many massacres.

But her goal is to "make the world immortal"...

Time flies so fast. In the blink of an eye, it has been more than a month since he came to this world.

But this time seems to pass very slowly...

"Claire..."

Wei En murmured, and his voice echoed in the sea surrounded by storms and clouds, and it strangely overwhelmed all the sounds.

There seemed to be endless sorrow in that voice, causing the deep-sea species to hit the sea surface and jump up again and again, making the abnormal species even more crazy, and also making the gravedigger who was still kneeling on the sea surface despair.

As these memories resurfaced over and over again, the figure when he was taken away by the real Lord of Slaughter became increasingly clear.

And Wei En's appearance changed accordingly——

The tentacle protruding from his throat slowly stretched out longer, wrapping around his jaw again and again until it covered his entire face.

Then, four scarlet eyes quietly opened on the tentacles. One was as calm as water, one was cold and dead, and the other was crazy and full of killing intent.

The last pupil was full of Claire's figure, as if the image was engraved into it, permanently imprinted into the depths of his pupil.

At the same time, his body was also squirming, and the bulging muscles twisted and broke through the flesh, forming tentacles full of barbs that slowly danced around him, and together with the tentacles on his head, his whole body Package enclosed.

"Claire..."

At the end of the tentacles full of fangs, the sharp teeth collided and rubbed, and these words were pieced together.

"Tina..."

The white-haired girl stood beside him, her body shrouded in a layer of dark evil, and the aura of doom and ominousness spread, but she strangely avoided Wei En.

At this time, the clown doll took the initiative to leave her hand, and its fluffy palm covered her mouth to stop her from speaking.

"Hehe... At this time, keeping quiet is the best concern for him..."

Tina didn't struggle, her empty eyes gradually brightened, reflecting the figure of Wei En who looked like a terrifying aberration at this time, and a trace of sourness slowly flowed in her heart.

Is this sadness?

Just like the emotions that emerged in my heart after being deceived by my "father" Ales Coulibaly?

Or does he also want to go home?

"Chou, help him."

Tina stepped over and came to Wayne's side, just like she did in Custer City. She stretched out her tender white hands and held his hand tightly, waiting quietly for him to calm down.

When the clown doll heard her words, it grinned, and the short doll's body split apart, and a tall and thin figure emerged from it.

The clown, no, he was Mr. Arnold Lilith Leonard. He was dressed neatly in a neat suit. A white-gloved palm covered his red nose, and also covered his scarlet lips that reached to his ears.

Arnold bowed and saluted, "As you wish, little white hair."

As soon as he finished speaking, he picked up the doll's coat and appeared beside the gravedigger not far away, laughing.

"Scum, how do you want to die?"

"you……"

Agostinho noticed his figure, and his eyes covered with cloth only saw a deep black shadow like the night. The aura made him familiar, but he couldn't believe it.

Dark night?

The pure source of darkness?

"The origin of the night? How can the origin of the night still appear in this world?"

The mouths on the gravedigger Agostinho's chest opened wide, revealing the withered and hollow internal organs. Blood-colored ashes flowed through those internal organs, supporting his body.

He staggered back a few steps, the tombstones in his hands shook and collided with his steps, and he shouted in panic: "Aren't they all sealed into the 'reality'?!"

"Sequestered into the 'real' world?"

Arnold tilted his head, with a smile on his lips, and his scarlet eyes were full of cold murderous intent.

"It's just a peeled-off fault. How can it be called 'real'? How can the 'dark night' that exists in such a world be regarded as the real 'dark night'?"

"Now that I have woken up, I understand why the world has become like this. It turns out that it is not only their masterpieces... but also the four 'good gods', Tina, McAllister and others..."

"If it hadn't been for that stupid woman's choice... the so-called 'Lord of Real Killing' in your mouth would have been devoured by Tina!"

boom!

Arnold kicked Agostinho, and the deep darkness emerging from the shiny leather shoes was like a sharp blade, passing through the internal organs wrapped in ashes and blood without any hindrance, and appeared on his back.

His face wearing a broken clown mask showed complex expressions, including resentment, disdain, hatred, and even more, endless murderous intent, which lay ferociously on the red nose of the mask.

"Wow--"

Agostinho opened his mouth and spat out a piece of ashes, and a dot of bright red slid along the corners of his mouth to his chest and abdomen, and was swallowed by those fangs.

"Blasphemy, this is a slander against the great 'Lord of True Killing'!"

"Blasphemy? Slander? Ask your master how he knelt like a dog in Strong City in front of Tina in the middle of the Third Era, begging her for forgiveness!?"

"He is just a scum trying to steal the power on the throne while the gods are sleeping, and you - you are even worse than scum!"

Bang, bang...

Arnold seemed to use the gravedigger's strangely assembled body as a balloon, kicking him one after another, leaving holes that penetrated his body.

"no, do not want--"

Agostinho raised his arm to try to resist the black foot, but both his arm and the tombstone connected to his arm were pierced and shattered by the source of the endless darkness attached to it.

After the tombstone was broken, a black shadow emerged from it. He glanced at the surrounding sea in a daze, and then was penetrated by a kick, leaving only a slightly joyful lingering sound.

"This, is this the 'real world'?"

"It's so good. The world is still there without..."

"I hope that one day, this world will become a better place."

"It's a pity that I can't see that day coming. Let's let those demons disappear completely with the 'Illusion and Reality Fault'!"

Arnold's expression did not show any change, and his scarlet eyes were always staring at the gravedigger. He had already guessed what would happen in this world after the third era.

Although there are discrepancies in the details, it is believed that the Fourth Age must have been an era filled with chaos, darkness, and despair.

Those scum who were hiding in the Third Era must have emerged in that era, trying to open up a kingdom and ascend to the throne...

As time goes by, the origin of the night condenses, shadows surround it, and the endless dark breath comes from all directions, emerging from the depths of nothingness, as if cheering for His return, turning this boiling sea into a land of endless darkness.

Even the brilliance of the red moon above the clouds seemed to be covered with a layer of dim fog, which was observed by countless extraordinary people who observed the fluctuations of the red moon.

"No--"

…

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In the central area of ​​the Eastern Continent, above the sacred mountains shrouded in sacred light and the magnificent church, St. Jobin XV stared at the bright sky, penetrated the clothes of the world extending from the Kingdom of Dawn, and saw the night sky The dim fog illuminated by the mid-red moon.

"Dark night? How could..."

The source of darkness that disappeared for so long appears in this world again?

Yes, even the power of blasphemy has appeared, and the appearance of the source of darkness is nothing... huh?

St. Jobin XV seemed to have been guided by something, and he knelt down on the ground, listening attentively, waiting for the great and sacred murmur to fall in his ears.

"The death knell has arrived, the night has revived, and the world has returned to chaos... Go to the sea and find the boy..."

"Great Dawn, please tell me the name of that boy?" Saint Jobin's plump lips slightly opened under the mask, and he asked piously and respectfully.

"Wayne Loft, find him..."

Wayne?

This name?

Saint Jobin recited it silently several times, already remembering that this was the aberrant wizard who killed tens of thousands of believers in their Dawn Church.

"I'll keep it in mind!"

But what about after finding him?

The sacred voice faded away, leaving only the last three words, "Kill him..."

He recalled the Saint of Judgment who left the sanctuary not long ago. She, she shouldn't resist this oracle, right?

St. Jobin XV's eyes looked outside the sky again, wondering if there was a connection between that boy and the resurgence of the night tonight, so that the great dawn could pay attention to it...

What an unfortunate little guy...

On the southern continent, hundreds of city-states are scattered among the endless mountains surrounded by forests.

But the bells of the cathedrals in every city-state rang at the same time. Illusive green emerged from the tall trees, and then gathered in the cathedral, bringing with it a series of warm sounds.

"The night has revived. All believers on earth, please do not leave the mainland..."

On the Western Continent, in the city-state shrouded by the red moon, an enchanting figure emerged, with the corners of her charming mouth raised, looking at the handsome men and beauties kneeling all over the city-state, and making a lazy and evil voice.

"The night has revived, remember..."

In the northern continent, in the blue castle carved from ice, two skeleton wizards were recording monitoring data while looking at the dim and hazy red moon.

"Strange," Annep shouted loudly: "Bolas, what is going on? The pollution in the Red Moon has decreased?"

"How much lower?"

"One fifth, although it is slowly improving, there is something wrong with this situation."

Deep in the hollow eyes of Boras, red light flashed slightly, "Something that we don't know about must have happened, but..."

He paused and said, "Let the Intelligence Department contact the Mysterious School to see what the legendary wizards of their destiny system have discovered."

"Okay, I'll inform Armitage right now." Annep agreed, but without moving her footsteps, she continued to ask: "What about the matter with the Shadow School?"

"Wait a minute. They came here with some kind of temptation. Maybe they sensed the absence of the chief and want to get something... maybe within the school, or maybe in a taboo somewhere in the northern continent..."

"Then, do we still want the shadow over there to act?"

"Let's move. After raising them for so many years, it's time to activate them. Remember to tell Armitage that even if the identities of those people are exposed, they must find out the purpose of the Shadow School's visit this time!"

"Understood."

After Annep left, Boras glanced at the observation instrument. After a few seconds of silence, he reached out and pressed a switch hidden under the instrument.

Hum,

There was a muffled sound, and a bit of red flowed on the instrument made of bones, dyeing the entire instrument red like blood.

Under the illumination of the red moon outside the castle, the blush and the bright red gradually merged together, and a faint hint of black appeared strangely...

"really……"

Boras sighed, waved his cane, carefully collected the black aura, turned off the switch, turned around and walked out.

"The origin of darkness..."

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[You are watched by the alien incarnation of Orpheus, the Lord of the Dawn. Orpheus's attention to you has increased. Your current ranking is 45. Comment: Hmm, so there’s a mouse hiding and peeping? Really...Special reward: Origin +10. 】

The ominous black Gonzalez language came to mind, breaking Wayne's memories over and over again. He glanced at the content of the message, and the tentacles covering his face loosened a few times, revealing his red eyes. , scanning everything around.

The white-haired girl holding his hand quietly, Mr. Arnold who kept kicking the gravedigger, the raging storm tornadoes and rolling waves, and the bow image of the Leonard...

Seeing this, Wei En took the initiative to turn off the effect of "Forbidden Object 2-77 Karel's Whisper" and put it into the space ring.

[You have used "Forbidden Object 2-77 Karel's Whisper" for ten minutes, and the trajectory of your fate has changed slightly. The current encounter progress is 97/100. Rating: Did you hear that? Karel is already calling, good wine, good wine... Special rewards: 200 survival points, +10 origin, +10 spiritual level, +10 toughness level. 】

With the disappearance of the forbidden object, the deformation that occurred on Wei En gradually recovered. The tentacles retracted into his mouth, and the flesh grew to form a new plump mandible. The limbs on his body that looked like dead trees and vines once again formed muscles and were covered with slightly white skin. His pupils were bright again.

However, deep in those eyes, there is a little sadness, sorrow, and murderous intention...

"Sorry for making you worry." Wayne patted Tina's head, held her little hand with his backhand, and showed a smile on his face.

"Tina, it's late." The white-haired girl looked up at him, stood on tiptoes, and put her palms on his face, as if to comfort him.

"It's not your fault. On the contrary, you came just in time."

If you hadn't appeared in time, maybe I would have died under that lightning now.

Thinking like this, Wei En took her hand and walked towards the center of the storm not far away.

The ferocious heads of the water elemental elves emerged from the churning sea water under their feet. They cooperated with each other and led him to the clown's side.

"...You can go find your great 'Lord of True Slaughter'!"

"Woooo..."

The gravedigger was desperate. There were holes the size of bowls on his head and body. The ashes flowing inside were dissipating little by little, making his strength fall to the bottom.

"Wait a minute, Mr. Leonard."

The clown was about to poke at the gravedigger's feet and paused. He glanced sideways at Wayne and said with a smile, "Are you recovering?"

"Sorry." Wei En laughed hard.

He knew that he had not emerged from the scene where Claire left. The power of the real Lord of Slaughter was not something he could resist now.

If he wanted to kill the "false god" the panel called, he had to force himself to face reality.

There is no conflict between rescuing Claire and killing McAllister...

"I have a few questions I want to ask him. Can you wait?"

In addition to problems, he also needs this gravedigger to maintain this apocalyptic storm. After all, there are countless deep-sea species and deep-sea abnormal variants, which is a rare "delicious food" used to enhance strength.

"certainly."

Arnold glanced at Little Bai Mao, grinned, and stepped aside, waiting to see what would happen next.

"Thank you."

Wei En thanked him, came to the gravedigger, looked at his broken body, and asked calmly: "I am very curious, what is the difference between the real and illusory world you mentioned?"

The gravedigger raised his head with difficulty. After the torn cloth strips were scattered, one intact eye was revealed, as cloudy as an old man, looking at Wei En in front of him.

"Ho ho... you, don't you know? He..." He pointed at the clown beside him, "He, he knows, you ask..."

"oh?"

Wayne turned to look at the smiling Mr. Leonard. After seeing him nod, he returned a not-so-good smile and continued to ask: "Then how can I enter your so-called 'real' world?" ?”

"Hoho, where do you, do you want to go in?" The gravedigger's eyes widened, and his body trembled as if he was laughing sarcastically.

"Can you tell me how?"

"Okay, okay...Only killing will make you fall into reality!! Hahaha...Go kill, kill -"

The gravedigger struggled to stand up, opened his arms without tombstones, and smiled, "When the murderous intention envelopes the 'illusion' world, and when the great real Lord of Killing comes, the piece of 'reality' will come, Devour, devour this place!”

"So, you have no way to get in there?"

"Of course..."

Wei En's smile remained unchanged, without much frustration, and he looked at the black carriage ahead, "Next question, are you here to recover those pyramids? The so-called place where murderous intent is stored?"

"Huh?" The gravedigger's laughter suddenly stopped, and his cloudy eyes stared at Wayne, "You, how do you know?"

"I guessed it, but it seems I guessed it right."

Wayne's smile became even brighter, "I don't know, can you tell me, what is the purpose of those pyramids? Are they just used to enhance the strength of the deep sea beasts?"

"No, it's impossible... You can't know so much... Even if you destroyed the experiment on Darkman Island, you shouldn't know about it. Do you know this?!"

The gravedigger's chest and abdomen kept rising and falling, as if he had received a huge shock, which was even more shocking than being abandoned by the "real Lord of Slaughter" whom he devoutly believed in!

"Then let's change the question. How many of these pyramids exist in this sea area? And how many are needed to achieve the results you want?"

The gravedigger stared at him, as if he didn't hear his question, his body trembled, and he kept repeating the word "impossible".

After a long time, he gradually calmed down. More ashes spread from the pits on his face, and his broken body seemed to melt away. A strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"I won't tell you!"

"I know, but..."

A trace of disgust flashed through Wei En's red eyes, and he continued: "But I guess, as long as I get more pyramids before you do... it will have a great impact on your plan, right?"

"you?!"

The gravedigger didn't expect that he would have such dark and terrifying thoughts, that he would actually want to intercept those who were blessed by the great true master?

This, this, this...

"It seems I guessed it right again this time."

Wei En smiled at him, bowed slightly, and said politely: "Thank you for telling me this. After I get more pyramids, I will wait for your Twilight Sect to find you, and then..."

"I will tell them that it was you, a kind gravedigger, who told me the plans of the great 'Lord of True Killers'."

"I will also tell them that you not only want to destroy that plan, but you also hate the 'real' world very much and long for the real master to be slaughtered like a dog. For this..."

"I may not be able to let you die easily!"

"you you you……"

The gravedigger was frightened by these words. He couldn't believe that someone would think of using such a vicious method to deal with him. The key was that this person wanted to keep him alive...

"I, I, I curse you! I curse you to be swallowed up by 'reality' and killed by the Twilight Sect..."

curse?

Wei En raised his hand and snapped his fingers, his eyes filled with endless killing intent, "Ghost."

The ghost who received his instructions felt the pain and anger in his heart, and his face became serious. A rune enlarged and appeared on his forehead, and he chanted:

"Boa, Teoji, Syeki!"

As the spell took effect, a rune circle appeared under the gravedigger, and gray mist gradually rose, slowly covering his body.

"Here, you, you want to transform me into an undead?! Ah - damn, I'm still alive!!"

"A living person? I know, and I also know that doing this will allow you to retain more memories of your life, but..." Wayne chuckled, "That would be more interesting, wouldn't it?"

"Ah - I curse you -"

The painful roar continued, and gray mist enveloped his body, drilling in and out of the holes, gradually transforming his body.

[You successfully used the undead transformation (god of death) spell to transform an undead creature - a ghoul. Due to the influence of the god of death, it acquired the identity of "Deadpool" and gained a random talent ability - shadow incarnation. Comments: I'm really happy that you have more and more ideas of your own. Special rewards: +50 survival points, +5 toughness level, +5 spiritual level. 】

"I forgot to tell you. Every person I meet from the Twilight Sect in the future, I will give them new life and let them become an undead like you..."

Wei En looked at the ghoul regretfully and said, "It's a pity that you can't hear it..."