hunter rule

Chapter 1222 True Human Empire (3)

The red moon rises.

Enchanting and terrifying.

The Demon City of Elland shines as if it were stained with blood.

A weird smell spreads.

The King of Gold [Hakandinas].

This is one of the [Ancient Gods] of Majin.

He is also hidden under the earth, the sedan bearer of the Demon Empire.

Peter's body was exposed above the ground and under the red moon.

His eyes have been bent and alienated, extending outward in an extremely twisted posture, but the rest of his body has not.

At the same time, all parts touching the golden tentacles on the ground have completely turned into gold.

"I almost forgot, it has been exactly three months since the last red moon came."

Standing on the street, Zhao Guangli's shadow was lengthened.

The black snake spat out a message and looked at the ground, which gradually turned yellow.

"The so-called Red Moon means that every three months a different [ancient god] comes out to cause trouble. But speaking of it, these ancient gods don't seem to have any sense, but they are very powerful..."

This kind of intensity cannot even be described as a simple [legend].

This is a vast, chaotic, twisted, rule-like force.

"Sir, do you see it?"

Black Snake asked, as if he didn't care at all about the spreading gold.

The entire Magic City was dyed golden.

Only Zhao Guangli stood there.

"I only saw the last Red Moon Cholera three months ago. The Ancient God of the Sea appeared at that time. At that time, I just observed and didn't even take action."

Zhao Guangli said plainly.

"As for the nature of these [ancient gods], we should still have more in-depth contact with them."

"Now that we know the origin of the [Ancient God], the origin of the demon should also be clear."

Black Snake showed a respectful expression: "Sir, do you want to interfere with the Red Moon this time?"

Zhao Guangli touched the black snake's head: "Interference?"

"That red moon is not qualified for me to take action."

His voice is simple.

It's ordinary but no one can question it.

…

Demon Imperial Court.

This world, the pinnacle of another species.

A black curtain blocks out the sky and sun.

The pillars like a zenith continue to spread forward.

"The new red moon is here again."

"It's so boring day after day."

Shadowy.

A humanoid shadow made a voice: "I don't like those guys."

"If I could, I would kill them."

In the distance, a giant body surged and made a rude voice: "You can't kill them, they are the incarnation of [will]."

The humanoid shadow let out a dissatisfied snort.

In the distance, a pool of wet water suddenly appeared on the ground, and then more and more.

"Garuda, what do you have in mind?"

"Also, how's [the gun] doing?"

Garuda appeared from the ground with a cold face: "I'm just dissatisfied with you [violent species] who stayed behind."

The giant body in the distance laughed.

"Also... [Gun]'s head was completely destroyed, and the [tentacle core] used for thinking was completely crushed. It has completely lost its self-awareness and cannot be repaired by any method."

The scene became quiet.

The hidden devil poked his head out.

Some have strange shapes, and some have weird wings.

The devil of the gun, the rampaging devil.

Moreover, it is an extremely powerful rampaging species.

Not the kind of garbage that was originally sent to the front lines of mankind, but a real berserk demon that can achieve long-term [Rampage State] and [Bullet Reloading].

"Who is it!"

"Is it human?"

"Who could make him like this!"

A big face appeared in the sky.

"The gun is an existence that can be shot in front of [that guy] without dying. How is it possible..."

"Unless the hidden legends of mankind take action..."

Garuda shook his head.

"The being who took action was a human named [Dream Walker]."

Dreamwalker?

A name I've never heard of.

At least that's the case for these rampaging species.

"never mind."

"It's not a big deal. Load the [gun] with some ancient god technology and it can go on the battlefield again."

"As for death, the death of the [Roots] gang who first entered the human world has told us that humans are not so easy to deal with, even if we have been dormant for so many years."

A demon spoke.

Garuda did not speak, but looked into the distance.

The big dark screen lit up like a curtain.

Red Moon Live.

The red moon will alienate weak beings, but it will also give them opportunities.

Occasionally, there will be lucky people who, after being transformed by the ancient gods, gain extraordinary powers and can even change their natural type.

Garuda is a species of chaos, and she understands even more the importance of this change, even if she doesn't need it.

"I wonder how many lucky people there will be this time."

The land of demons is vast and the base is sufficient, but the chance of being lucky is even more shockingly small.

The power of the red moon is not so good.

"Although the road ahead is unknown, there are always guys who will take that step for an opportunity."

"[King of Gold] Harkandinas, its power is not that of [Golden Incarnation]."

"Just watch."

Garuda's beautiful eyes sparkled so brightly.

…

"Red Moon!"

"Red Moon!"

Demon region, south.

Countless chaos demons are crawling around like animals. They have completely lost their minds, or these chaos species have never had real reason.

The current Demon Empire is in its most primitive state.

A large number of [Chaos Species] reproduced by using ancient god's technology have uneven intelligence.

What was born from the massive chaos species were the fanatical believers who worshiped the Red Moon Ancient God.

"Dedicate everything to the great Harkandinas!"

"gold!"

"gold!"

"drama!"

"drama!"

The great ancient god of gold and drama is flying over Eland!

Turn into a red moon!

In the dilapidated building, the demon girl was gritting her teeth and staring at the red moon in the sky.

My pupils are about to burst, just for that sporadic alienation.

"I want to become stronger...I want to surpass myself!"

"I want to become a berserk!"

A demon with tentacles all over his body was almost losing his mind, and his body began to twitch.

More people squatted in the houses in awe.

They prayed respectfully and eagerly.

The great ancient demon god.

The ancient god who pulled him out of the darkness!

The indescribable mantra connects countless golden tattered figures.

Countless eyes are staring at this place.

The golden world made even Garuda, a super devil, admire it.

"I am afraid that only the [Monarch] and the [Holy Infant] can compare with this kind of power."

The demon on one side revealed his true appearance, his body covered in scales, like countless converged blades.

Rampant species, [Blade] Lysis.

"It's an ancient god after all. Even we don't know what it is..."

The red moon is like a toy played in the hands of the King of Gold.

Various symptoms…

here we go.

With red moon syndrome, in the patient's mind, the red moon never sets again.

Immortal disease, inability to die, damaged thinking, permanent destruction.

In paranoia, all thoughts are regarded as transactions with ancient gods, and all wishes will come true. However, any transaction with ancient gods must come with a price, and the price is often unbearable by the patient.

This place is the Mortal City of Erland.

With the golden tentacles flashing.

Complete alienation.

(End of chapter)