I am your natural enemy

On the east coast of Robin, on the streets of New York, there were large groups of people marching and demonstrating again. Everyone was used to it, and the merchants were also very discerning and sealed their doors and windows a day in advance.

Just across the street, other people continued to play music and dance, doing whatever they had to do.

There were only two customers sitting in a coffee shop on the street that was very deserted today.

One was wearing a suit and tie, looking like a traditional white elite, and the other had a pale face with a hint of green, and was casually wearing a gray robe.

"Is everything ready?" The gray-robed man took a sip of coffee and asked softly.

The man in the suit looked out the window and could vaguely hear the noise coming from another street.

"We have been preparing for this day for a long time, and those people will be there soon.

There will be people from both sides, people from all ethnic groups, and tourists from all countries.

After a while, everyone will appear in a place where they can see the Statue of Liberty.

With ordinary people who are enough to represent Robin shouting the call for freedom.

With people representing other countries witnessing it with their own eyes.

The God of Robin will be crowned today."

The tone of the man in the suit was ups and downs, with a suppressed and excited taste.

The enthusiasm in his eyes could no longer be concealed.

The statue has been there for more than a hundred years, and today, it has long been one of the things that best represent Robin.

At the same time, it is also the statue that best represents Robin, without dispute, and known to the world.

If Huang Mo wants to be crowned as the God of Robin, this is the best choice.

Because the statue has not yet produced any magical power, it is just a spiritual symbol.

And coincidentally, Huang Mo wants such a symbol.

Today is the time to complete the last job transfer ceremony.

After a fiercely contested election, it is not yet the middle stage when the dust has settled.

There are at least tens of thousands of teams representing various people, appearing under the statue. With the praise and enthusiasm of these people, with their riots, zero-dollar purchases, and various conflicts, all added together, they can become a bridge for job transfer.

All the elements that can represent Robin cannot be missing, and they must gather today, around the statue, in a place where they can be overlooked, and where they can all see the statue, to perform Robin's drama together.

This drama is the job transfer ceremony.

And the most important thing is to cooperate with Robin's divine law, and there must be a formal reply.

The bill and the reply are actually the most difficult.

But for them, the most difficult part is not difficult now, but the details of the ceremony are difficult.

Two mysterious assembly members who sit in a seat like the idea king necromancer are here today in person, just to be able to deal with any possible situation at the first time.

But they themselves cannot go to the ceremony site.

People like them who really know the inside story cannot appear at the ceremony site.

Only the sincere calls of ordinary people can lay the most critical foundation.

The two members of the assembly sat here and waited quietly. They kept receiving real-time details from some subordinates who did not know the inside story.

For the sake of insurance, the people who stayed there as spies did not even know about the assembly. They were all ordinary people. They thought they were working for Foboler.

Gradually, the noise came, and a group of people shouted for freedom together.

No one knew who took the lead, but as long as someone started shouting, and a few more people responded, then soon everyone would become unanimous.

The fanatical atmosphere began to spread. In this increasingly heated atmosphere, the thinking of individuals would be led away and they would only become part of the big flow.

As time passed, chaos began to appear naturally. No one knew where it started. They only knew that the glass door was broken, someone took away the goods inside, and fled quickly, but no one stopped them, and they could not stop them.

Then other people would continue to join in.

This is just an appearance, but beneath the appearance, it represents Robin's most fundamental pain and wound.

As night fell, a bonfire began to burn in the gasoline barrel at the crossroads. The flames flickered, illuminating people's shadows and shining those shadows on the wall.

It looked like the people standing on the ground were swaying and acting recklessly with the demons behind them.

The sirens and the most representative gunshots began to sound under the night.

In the back alley, bodies fell.

Some people were partying, some were getting drunk, some were working hard, and some died at the end of the street.

A big show that actually did not require too much intervention from the director was performed smoothly one by one.

This ceremony, which had been laid for many days and took another day to perform today, finally came to an end.

The huge statue standing on the isolated island overlooked everything in the city, overlooking the light of fire and neon lights, listening to shouts, curses, wails, and the inaudible sighs of fatigue.

The magical power invisible to ordinary people began to turn into brilliance, which merged with the surrounding lights and was difficult to distinguish.

The eyes of the statue also seemed to be lit up, and strands of golden light flickered there.

On the east coast of Robin, the first people to notice the abnormality were the people of the church.

Some people were wandering around nearby, originally to prevent the chaos tonight, and some evil things, criminals, and dark creatures would definitely take the opportunity to do something.

But unexpectedly, slowly, a knight of the church noticed that something was wrong with the statue.

After the message was passed back, when the people here arrived, the road was blocked by the night riot.

It was impossible to fly because there was a helicopter chasing by Press, and the area was now closed to flying.

The other way to get through was to pass through a wealthy neighborhood. Unfortunately, that area was blocked by Press today. A lot of the funds for the local Press came from donations from people in this area, and of course, the sponsors could not be affected by the riots.

As for the river, it was also blocked.

Because in the last riot, someone drove a boat over the river and transported some dangerous things.

When the people of the church started to find someone to argue, the ceremony had already come to an end.

No one deliberately guided them, and they originally wanted to transfer some people who maintained order.

But who would have thought that before they did anything, those people had already taken the initiative to take care of the sponsors. It was obvious that as long as the trouble did not spread, no matter what happened, they would be acceptable.

As for the dead, when does New York not have abnormal deaths?

As long as they are not counted in the numbers, they are not counted as people.

Otherwise, there are so many legal and illegal immigrants coming from various countries every year, but the population has basically not changed.

At the window of the cafe, the man in a suit had opened a bottle of champagne and came over with two glasses.

He poured a glass for the gray-robed man.

"Cheers to Robin. It's too smooth. Except for those old stubborn people, everything is perfect."

The gray-robed man smiled and raised his glass.

"Chaos is the ladder to God."

The statue standing on the isolated island held up a torch, and the sacred light in its eyes bloomed. With the high-power lights around it, the statue seemed to be shrouded in a layer of holy light.

In the golden eyes, the halo flickered, as if a pair of eyes were slowly opening in the eyes that were already open.

As the statue opened its eyes, all the old and new gods in Robin realized that a god had been crowned successfully.

Some of them were able to get some information in advance, and now they are hiding tightly and dare not show their heads.

Some are also very shocked. They don't understand how the statue that has stood there for more than a hundred years suddenly became a god.

And this god just appeared and was born to suppress them.

Under the night, Huang Mo was crowned. In his eyes, he saw the lights, wine, music and dancing, and in the corner, in the rotten mud, there were still people struggling, inheriting the original iron will.

Huang Mo's eyes swept over, and among Robin, there were thousands of auras and countless charms, but there was no charm belonging to Wen Yan, no demon god, and no idea king necromancer.

Finally, there is a foundation, and Huang Mo's heart can be regarded as settled and settled again.

Wuyicuoyiyifayi content in one 6 one 9 one book one bar!

Next, as long as it is stable, then you can continue to the next step.

It's a pity that this time, I didn't get a magical channel that can be infiltrated through special means. If I want to infiltrate Shenzhou in the future, I can only use other means.

If Shenzhou doesn't work, I can only deal with Europa first and accumulate strength. This road will be much easier.

Huang Mo didn't pay too much attention to the results in Purgatory. He just needed to ensure that Wen Yan fell into Purgatory and there was another Purgatory Demon God in Purgatory.

As long as Wen Yan, the guy who can cause the Death Star to shine, is not in Robin, he can complete the ceremony smoothly.

...

In Decheng, Gauss frowned and his eyes were extremely serious.

After all, he is a demon king, even if his status is sealed for most of the time, he is still a demon king.

Wen Yan himself can come out of the ghost place like the Sea of ​​​​Dead through the summoning of the dead, so there is no reason why he can't do it.

How can ordinary summoning of the dead work?

The painful demon king doesn't want face?

Of course, it is to ensure that Wen Yan can definitely come back.

Wen Yan had gone out to do things, and had brought him gifts several times. They were all his favorite things, and they were out-of-print and unique.

Even in his heyday, he couldn't get good things.

It was so hard to ask him to do something serious, how could he fail?

For the first time in his life, he agreed to a banquet, but suddenly changed his mind and said he couldn't go, so he could only send gifts but not go.

Gauss took the things directly from the basement of Lao Zhao's house to the underworld. He stood at the crossroads of the underworld and set up the summoning array himself.

The skulls used were all treasured crystal skulls, and the consumables were all high-level undead souls. After the death, the soul fire condensed on the bone fragments and turned into something like a relic.

The crossroads is the most guaranteed way to summon this difficult method. Generally, when summoning a devil, you don't know where the devil is exactly, and you don't know the direction, so it's best to summon it at the crossroads.

Of course, the crossroads of the underworld is much better than ordinary crossroads.

Gauss personally went to the underworld, set up the summoning ceremony here, and presided over it personally.

As the ceremony began, the crystal skull began to open its mouth, uttering obscure spells, and the consumables began to burn.

At the same time, in the sea of ​​​​the dead.

Wen Yan left the mark of the dead soul of the Dot King Necromancer, and promised the other party that if he could solve the yellow devil one day, he would definitely tell him.

But while waiting here, he finally noticed the change.

In the Sea of ​​Undead, there was a wind. It didn't look fierce, but it was visible to the naked eye. After it blew, the brilliance on the bones of some powerful skeletons dimmed, as if they had experienced decay over the years.

On the contrary, the weak skeletons were not affected too much.

And on the Skull Mountain, after the tangible wind blew, a little bit of blue light flashed in the skulls of some of the skulls that built the Skull Mountain, like a spark.

When the spark was blown by the wind, the light gradually grew stronger. Some sparks were a little luckier and suddenly ignited and turned into the fire of the soul.

Wen Yan was riding a warhorse at this moment, turning into a stream of light, galloping at full speed among the mountains of the Sea of ​​Undead.

He was avoiding these dark winds. Bourne had told him that this was the wind of rest in the Sea of ​​Undead.

There were endless battles in the Sea of ​​Undead, but there were still endless undead, because of this wind of rest.

When the Wind of Rest blows, new undead may be born, one after another, endlessly.

No one can kill all the undead in the sea of ​​undead.

The Wind of Rest has no rules at all, and no one knows how it comes.

Wen Yan didn't encounter it last time.

This time, he happened to encounter it.

Wen Yan was touched by the edge of the Wind of Rest, and his whole body was cold when he was blown gently. He obviously had no soul, but at this moment, he seemed to feel that his soul was being soothed and decayed in the wind.

The tangible wind turned into invisible, blowing into his mind and into the mountains.

The wind blew through the stone doors, and the stone doors became old, but there was a hint of desolate breath.

The wind blew all the way to the stone door of the skeleton dog. The dark blue flame burning on the stone door was rolled by the wind, turned into a wave, and ignited the mountains.

Under the pressure of external forces, the power in the mountains began to be forced to integrate. It was no longer like before, when only the eighth stone gate was used to integrate.

All the power flowed between the mountains as a whole with the wind and the burning flames.

Wen Yan rarely felt tired, and the physical fatigue felt strange.

The feeling of being a little rotten and comfortable was even stranger.

When the wind of rest disappeared, Wen Yan found that the passive ability had disappeared, which meant that he could exist here without passive immunity to environmental damage.

He ran all the way for a long time, but did not wait for Gauss's call.

Gradually, when he didn't know where he ran to, the Taotie bracelet on his wrist suddenly turned into a big mouth and bit down fiercely. Wen Yan only saw a fragment swallowed by the Taotie bracelet.

Before Wen Yan could figure out that the Taotie bracelet was actively swallowing things, Gauss's voice appeared in his ears. The voice seemed to fall from the void and fall into his ears.

"Wen Yan, come back soon, Wen Yan from Decheng, come back soon, Wen Yan from Fuyu Mountain, come back soon."

As the call sounded, Wen Yan vaguely saw an illusory phantom in front of him.

Wen Yan was confused. He now understood why Gauss took so long to summon an ordinary undead.

This guy was actually going to summon him directly, and he actually connected.

No, Wen Yan looked at the bracelet, and then looked at the passive protection that had been automatically closed.

It's not that Gauss is slow, but that he can only hear the call now.

Is he really being summoned as an undead?