Born to Be Rebellious [Quick Transmigration]

This was the first time Ge Xiu saw the place above the abyss.

It was a vast expanse of desolate, dark scorched earth, with jagged rocks everywhere, and the hills and mountains and the abyss crisscrossed across it, like ugly scars.

The blood moon hung in the far end of the sky, half-hidden by the rugged horizon.

Under the dim moonlight, there was no sign of life remaining on the vast, silent continent, and it was terribly quiet.

Ge Xiu lowered his head, moved his finger lightly, and then tentatively removed the dark element covering the wound.

The horrible wound that was cut longitudinally has long no longer felt any pain. The reddish-brown blood coagulates into a thick layer of blood covering the slender wrist. The uppermost blood scab has been fragile, revealing the new pink underneath. Tender meat.

He quickly checked the wounds left on his body in the previous battle, and found that he didn't know when it started. The deep or shallow bloodstains had begun to heal quickly, and some were even gone, only left. Pale skin stained with mottled blood.

On the inside of the wrist, the cyan blood vessels and the looming light red marks intertwined, looking evil and mysterious, the life-like totem is slowly twisting, trying to break through the shackles, tearing the texture and skin.

The red trace of the totem is deeper, to the point where it can hardly be ignored.

Ge Xiu looked up at the nearly round blood moon embedded on the horizon not far away.

He can feel that his strength is gradually increasing as the moon wheel completes.

The dark elements within a few kilometers are happily agitated, entwined around Ge Xiu's side and fingertips, actively agitating under the control of his mind. As long as his mind moves, it can be kneaded into whatever he wants. Various shapes.

This kind of power is fascinating, and it is also extremely dangerous-this is a delayed equivalent exchange, although he still does not know what the cost is, but sooner or later it will be paid off.

...How wonderful.

Ge Xiu took a deep breath slowly. The dry and icy air scratched the enterprise management and poured into the lung cavity, bringing a slight tingling pain, as if to confine the dark element that was jumping and pulsating in the air into the body, embedded in his own bones and blood.

The extremely dangerous feeling as if dancing on the tip of a knife stimulated the nerves in the body, arousing a trembling of excitement from head to toe.

The previous demons were probably directed at him, and the totem on his body might also be related to it.

If he guessed right, then the chase must be here soon.

The smile on Ge Xiu’s lips deepened uncontrollably, and the depths of the dark pupils suppressed the almost exuberant pleasure, and the scarlet blood moon in the distance reflected in the gloomy iris, like a round of cold red scimitars, in the dark Shiny in the middle.

So... what should I play next?

He thought happily.

The fingertips hanging on his side moved slightly, and the rich dark elements rushed forward like docile pets, pleasingly clinging to his body, and the little wolf who was limping and following behind him was also wrapped up in the same way. The airtightness concealed by the smell of unique living creatures perfectly blends into the rugged wasteland.

On the silent wasteland, the whistling wind is like an icy blade, rolling past the ground, ruthlessly erasing all traces.

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A huge teleportation array unfolded between the canyons, shining the rocky cliffs into a blood red.

Several tall demons stepped out of the teleportation array, all of them tall, with huge bone wings gathered behind them, and the curved long horns on the top of their heads reflected a little scarlet light.

Apparently there was a massacre in the narrow valley.

Countless broken corpses and internal organs covered the ground and rock cliffs, red and yellow intertwined, almost invisible to the original color, the smell of fishy smell wafting in the air, and the richness seemed to be able to condense into an entity.

A **** Demon Race had already waited before the formation. He knelt down on one knee in a pool of blood and lowered his head to the ground: "My lord."

The pupil of the headed Mozu is dark purple. He coldly glanced at the subordinates who were mixed with the blood of the worm blood and the blood of the demon race, and frowned in disgust: "I was so embarrassed by the low-intellectual creatures in the abyss. Ace, after returning home, he was so embarrassed. Receive the penalty."

The demon named Ace trembled all over, and dropped his head deeply again: "Yes."

The noble stared at him solemnly for a few seconds before suddenly commanding:

"look up."

Ace didn't dare to hesitate at all, he lifted his head obediently at the moment when the other party's voice fell, and a handsome face stained with blood was revealed in the other's sight.

The noble stepped gracefully over the corpses everywhere, walked in front of Ace, stretched out a long, sharp and curved black nail, and pointed it on Ace's forehead.

In the next second, the chant of incantation sounded.

As the deep and complex syllables sounded, a horrible howl of pain broke through Ace’s lips, and the horrible screams that seemed to be beyond the reach of living creatures echoed in the valley, but the nobleman who cast the spell had a heart like a stone with an expression. No change at all, his lips moved, completing the rest of the spell.

A thin black thread pulled out from Ace's eyebrows.

Immediately afterwards, the filaments spread into a hazy mist, covering two demons standing and kneeling in them, and countless moving phantoms wandered in the air.

The slender figure of the young man jumped between the intermittent pictures, as if a plume of smoke was swaying in the dark, which could be blown away with just one breath.

The color of the purple pupil of the demon aristocrat became darker, and it became more and more gorgeous in the dark. He chased the young boy's figure with his sight, traced the brighter red lines on his skin exposed during the battle, and his expression was greedy and fanatical.

Finally, Ace convulsed and fell down, smashing heavily into the dirty and smelly corpses.

The nobleman retracted his hand, twisted the sticky human blood between his fingers with his fingertips, got to the tip of his nose, sniffed deeply, and whispered almost obsessively:

"...Yes, it's him."

He took out the silk handkerchief from his pocket, and graciously wiped the blood-stained fingers clean, and then threw the delicate and expensive handkerchief on the ground stained with blood and corpses without mercy. He waved and commanded. Said: "Block this area, expand the teleportation array, let goblins and golems start a carpet search from here, the sky sends demons to patrol, and do everything possible to find him before the full moon."

He added with a gloomy expression: "Mage Tower has calculated the exact date of this full moon-three months later."

The subordinates took the order to leave.

"Melville-sir, are you sure?" A high demon standing aside frowned, and slowly said, "This night of the full moon is three hundred years earlier than we expected."

Melville raised his eyebrows mockingly: "Do you not trust my mage tower? Your Royal Highness Edmund? Then you might as well let your army do the fortune-telling for you."

"Pay attention to your attitude." The other party's expression became gloomy: "Besides, if it wasn't for your mage tower's initial management error, how could we lose his track."

His words were obviously a heavy blow.

Melville's face also became extremely ugly. He stared at the opponent coldly, took a deep breath and finally decided to expose the quarrel and bring the focus back to the really important topic: "The God of Darkness is on the top. , The result of this prediction I personally verified many times in the mage tower-after March, the blood moon reached the top."

At this moment, the large-scale magical teleportation array was finally arranged. From the valley to the top of the cliff, several huge blood-colored teleportation arrays lit up one after another, and the enslaved goblins and the magic dolls by the magic servants continuously poured out from it, densely packed. As if a huge number of insects and ants, gray-green and black-red almost covered the surface of sight and occupied them, waiting for the command of the master who had the power to live and kill them.

The huge bone wings stretched out behind the advanced demons, setting off a strong air current.

The nobleman of Zitong stood high and looked down at the rapidly increasing number of servants on the ground, chanting spells in the ancient and complicated Mozu language.

The dark elements rushed and gathered, swept down like a storm, turning the linguistic spirit into a physical imprisonment, deeply engraved on the servant's soul:

【Find】.

At the moment when the spell took effect, a huge army was dispatched instantly, rushing in all directions like a torrent of waves, and the magic dog that was good at tracking traces rushed to the distance, ran across the ground in black, carefully searching for all possible traces. The lower-ranking subordinate demons fluttered up and hovered in the air, leading an army of lower demons to search.

Melville looked down at the magnificent scene below, and said in a prophetic tone:

"He can't run far."

Ge Xiu did not run far.

He didn't even have the slightest intention to escape.

Compared to when he was found on a cliff, his skill in hiding his traces has been improved to an incredible level, but he will always leave traces and auras to the tracers who can investigate and trace, so that the dark servants who are looking for will always have a kind of him. The illusion in front of me, but it is often blown out at the last moment—just like some kind of weird and cruel game, with a little hope that seems to lead countless searchers around, thinking that he is about to be captured, he will be like A light smoke dissipated from the palm of his hand.

Before you know it, something seems to have changed.

In the beginning, it was just the disappearance of some magic puppets.

The manufacture of middle and low-level golems only requires a sufficient amount of steel and spell spar. An experienced demon mage can create dozens of hundreds of demon puppets in just a few minutes, and is responsible for supervising the goblins of the demon puppets. He didn't even try to find the missing magic puppets—perhaps it just fell into a cave or a ditch during the search process, which was completely within the normal amount of wear and tear.

Suddenly one day, the magic puppets began to be scrapped in large quantities, and fell one after another like a chain reaction.

This finally aroused the vigilance of the subordinate demons. While urging the mage to find the cause, they dispatched a large number of goblins to conduct a detailed carpet search for the locations of the missing demons, and finally found clues.

The metal shell that had been violently cut was covered with deep bone claw marks and traces of magic release, the armor was wide open, and the spell spar inside was missing.

Now no one dare to neglect this matter again. This incident was reported quickly. The wizard responsible for making the magic puppet urgently modified the magic puppet spell and changed the original self-driving to remote control by the wizard. Once the spar is destroyed by external force and taken out, it will explode. The small-scale disappearance finally stopped.

But Ge Xiu was still missing.

And the goblins provide all kinds of clues upwards day after day, as if the opponent is a small team of 800 people scattered, and each clue leads them to almost opposite directions and different paths. The demons responsible for commanding and circling search have almost no time to deal with it, because of the absolute minority of their skills, they are always exhausted.

The search has reached a dead end.

This week, eight subordinate demons and two senior demons have died at the hands of anxious nobles. Edmund, who is in charge of the search plan, is himself a violent and bloodthirsty existence among the higher demons, and there are even a few. The demons died under his lively torture and dismemberment. There were countless dead goblins and servants. Sometimes it was simply because the food provided was not to Edmund's appetite, or simply because his behavior was not in line with his liking. The whole team was filled with fear and fear, no matter which race was walking on thin ice.

As the master of the mage tower and the planner of the entire operation, Melville was much calmer.

After all, the magic puppet is a machine driven by dark elements, and the opponent was able to thoroughly study the spell carved in the spar in such a short period of time, and even found a way to counteract it. This not only shows that the opponent's strength has increased more than expected. To be quicker, it also proved that the other party's difficulty is far beyond what he had imagined-then, the carpet search is far from reaching expectations and results.

He must change his strategy.

Melville looked out through the huge window carved from the pale keel. The dense dark element covered and engulfed the entire undulating city. In the high sky, a crimson blood moon hung high.

This huge eye was almost completely opened, looking down indifferently and cruelly.

The dangerous atmosphere floating in the air almost made the entire Ester city restless. The **** smell of annexation and fighting filled every lane in the city. The thick and heavy darkness covered up the evil and greed, but the whole city’s Madness and restlessness are still transmitted through the dark elements that violently fluctuate.

The time is almost up.

The bone-inlaid silver funnel on the table poured down silently, and the only remaining gleaming dust accumulated on the narrow neck, and the dark vortex revolved in the center, as if clamoring for the coming of the last moment all the time.

The blood moon is coming, but the most important link has not yet been filled.

Melville exerted a little force, crushed the spell stone on his fingertips, and the **** dust drifted down from between his sharp fingers and was swallowed by darkness.

A small sound transmission array is condensed.

"Withdraw the goblins, leaving only the modified high and medium demon dolls, and all the subordinate demon races and high demon races are assembled to the mage tower."

Under the sky of eternal night, there is no grass on the wasteland filled with strange rocks.

The gloomy gray mist is permeated, and the rugged and steep terrain is scattered with huge stones and narrow gaps. A masking circle and two alarm circles that will be triggered by detection are cleverly hidden in two of them. Although the rock is relatively simple and rough, the hollowed-out space is effectively hidden under it due to the huge amount of elements contained in it.

The space under the stones is messy, full of countless scrapped and broken incantation stone remains, as well as many strangely shaped and ugly parts. Those things piled up under the rocks, squeezing almost all the open space, leaving only narrow passages that could barely accommodate people.

A swift gray shadow slid across the wasteland and slipped into the gap silently and skillfully. The formation method seemed to have been familiar with its breath, and accepted its entry without hindrance and resistance.

Leno stared at the chaos under the stone, and frowned.

Since this time, he has been going out to find where he was when he fell-there may be the key to leaving Calvary.

Ge Xiu never restricts his actions.

In addition to covering him with a layer of magic circle to cover his breath when Leno returned, he was studying the black and shiny spell stones and the charms that were cleverly searched and stolen from the team that searched and pursued him. The text and the incomplete array have even reached the point of obsessiveness.

What Leno finds difficult to understand is why this human being can make such a mess of every temporary residence.

Although it had four claws, he had to tidy up as much as possible every time he returned to the hiding place, but he could never keep up with the speed of Ge Xiu's destruction.

The little wolf leaped lightly, jumping over the discarded spell stones accumulated on the ground twice, and quickly reached the center of the cave.

In the middle of a mess of simple scrolls and scrap metal blocks, the slender young man curled up his legs, without bones nesting in the rock depression, staring attentively at the semi-finished product wrapped in the dark element in his palm. , His eyes were smeared black, but his dark eyes shone with a feverish look, a kind of almost pathological excitement.

I don't know how long it has been without rest.

With Lenor's golden pupil flickering, he squeezed a short low growl from his throat in warning.

Ge Xiu raised his eyes and swept over the little wolf not far away. The whole person was still immersed in the state of extreme excitement, even his voice was full of unusual enthusiasm:

"you're back!"

He stretched his waist, and his slender waist stretched into a flexible and graceful arc. Little wolf Jinzhong's red vertical pupil stayed for a few seconds without a trace on the pale skin exposed on his waist, and then moved to his face, the pupils gleaming with deep and unpredictable colors.

Ge Xiu dexterously passed through the stacked messy obstacles in the cave, acting as swift and elegant as a cat.

He raised his hand and touched Little Wolf's head, and regardless of the other party's wishes, he rubbed his dodge-back ear vigorously, then squinted his eyes and laughed:

"Is the outside scene particularly interesting?"

Of course very interesting.

Thousands of demon puppets and goblins dig three feet in a radius of almost a hundred miles, countless demon dogs barking under the blood moon, the sky is occupied by the circling demons and other dark races, and they are doing everything they can to find humans. Tracks, but being so easily misled and played with by their prey, exhausted in the vast wasteland, is indeed a very interesting sight.

It is hard to imagine that it will be just a human hand.

In this process, except for the occasional hunting of the magic puppet, he rarely even asked for Eleanor's help.

This dangerous sense of dancing on the tip of a knife seemed to be the fuel and power he relied on for his livelihood.

It's like a flame.

Extreme, pure, dangerous, charming.

Leno stared fixedly at the human being in front of him, his pupils shrunk into a deep thin line, slowly sweeping his white and slender limbs and handsome and harmless face, his scarlet tongue stuck out, licking the tips of his own claws. .

Ge Xiu smiled and walked towards the entrance of the cave, covering himself with a dark element as he walked, and then skilfully stepped onto the rocks at the entrance of the cave and peered out.

The protective circle dutifully obscured his actions, and through the gap between the rocks, he was still able to show the outside scene in front of Ge Xiu.

Dark elements, thick or light, roam the wasteland like unrestrained mist. It was pure darkness without a trace of moonlight. It could almost conceal all the living creatures in it, but it could not hinder Ge Xiu's sight.

The goblins were retreating, and the high-level and intermediate-level golems stayed where they were. The bone dragons hovering under the demon clan and the dark mage hovered over their heads, vibrating their huge wings, and flew toward the city lurking in the shadows in the distance.

Ge Xiu split his lips silently, his eyes gleaming eagerly in the dark.

He turned his head to look at Eleanor who was still sitting not far away, patted his thigh, and said, "Come, we should go."

After just a few minutes, a gloomy black fire ignited under the rock, completely erasing the remaining traces in the depths of the cave, leaving no breath at all.

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The demons and dark wizards gathered in the wizard tower, waiting for Melville's order.

As the administrator of the army, Edmund was dissatisfied, but the search he organized during this period was not very effective, so he had to reluctantly bow his head and allow the elite under his command to follow Melville's dispatch.

Zitong’s nobleman sat on a bone seat, looking down at the darkened demons below, and said coldly:

"A bunch of trash."

The demons below shuddered, their heads hanging lower.

"Played round and round by a human who has never received magic education...The Dark God is here, if it is not for the next plan and you still need to implement it, now you can apologize with death."

Everyone knew that Melville didn't joking, one by one knelt on the spot silently, and the huge and gorgeous room was filled with deathly silence.

Melville swept across the demons with a very oppressive gaze, his pupils flashed with suppressed violence and anger, he took a slow and deep breath, restrained the bloodthirsty impulse in his heart, and then commanded: " The primitive spar produced in the northern mountains this year was all brought in with bone dragons, allowing all the wizards to engrave the binding runes at the fastest speed."

He raised his hand to invite his henchmen, and said: "Get the booster scroll at the top of the tower."

Edmund sitting in the second place raised his brows:

"What are you going to do?"

Melville tapped the armrest of the seat rhythmically with his sharp black nails, and a tyrannical smile evoked from the thin lips of a blade:

"What do you think I am going to do, His Royal Highness Edmund? Of course, I did everything possible to get this cunning mouse hidden in the ground out."