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In this extraordinary world, natural disasters are far more terrifying than volcanic eruptions, earthquakes, tsunamis, tornadoes, etc.

Because high-level transcendent beings are fully capable of suppressing natural disasters, or reversely utilizing natural disasters and absorbing their power.

Natural disaster means a disaster that even extraordinary people cannot resist.

Some are extremely complicated rune formulas. According to legend, as long as one can truly understand it, one can gain supreme knowledge.

What is shocking is that this rune formula itself has spirituality. It will appear in people's sight every once in a while, and then mysteriously disappear after a period of time.

No carrier can carry this rune formula, and all records will be automatically cleared after the rune formula disappears.

However, the vast majority of people who try to solve the problem, whether they are ordinary people or even extraordinary people, will disappear mysteriously after the formula disappears, and their whereabouts are unknown.

Decades ago, the previous tower master of the Moon Tower, Roskia Moen, tried to study this formula. However, he also mysteriously disappeared, and the position of the master of the Moon Tower remained vacant for decades. .

Even extraordinary beings and tower masters above platinum will disappear mysteriously. Who else can be spared?

In order to warn future generations and to commemorate Roskia, this mysterious rune formula was called the Roskia equation.

However, this Ruosiqia equation can only be regarded as relatively harmless during natural disasters, or as kind as a herbivore.

As long as you don't take the initiative to read and try to research, it won't have any impact.

However, this may not be the case for other natural disasters, such as "Natural Disaster·Throat of Death".

It is a title and a personal name.

Yes, the humanoid Scourge, he was once a transcendent being.

However, no one knew his name, so he could only be referred to as "The Throat of Death".

"Before he prepares to kill, there will be a short period of completely silent silence, and then a short prelude." Sartre frowned, trying to remember.

"Damn, he only appears at banquets and taverns. According to legend, he looks like a down-and-out musician or troubadour. But the question is, why does he appear here?"

Siosande complained, then thought of something and stopped talking.

Traditionally, before holding a large gathering, the prophet will predict some of the results of the gathering in advance to ensure that the gathering can proceed smoothly, or to determine in advance various emergencies that may occur.

Alternatively, the Seer will hold a large ceremony a few hours before the start of the gathering to detect creatures attending the gathering and even nearby to ensure that no strange things are mixed among the participants.

There is indeed no shortage of gold-coin extraordinary people in Leiden City now. There are even two apprentices of the Tower Master of the Star Tower, who are absolutely top students.

However, one of them was addicted to doing and talking about topics, and also hated the nobility, so he simply avoided the matter in the name of rest.

The other one, because of driving Meng Ji, fell into nightmares for several days in a row and did not have a good rest at all, which was equivalent to temporarily locking the upper limit of the blue bar.

It's okay to cast one or two simple spells, but once it comes to divination and prophecy, Nasosander can only shake his head.

It has nothing to do with strength or weakness. After the soul leaves the body, the prophet can easily attract the attention of various beings. God knows what bizarre events will happen.

After all, prophets are not like prophets who can use rituals and spices as a buffer. The naked soul can sense more but also greatly increases the danger.

As long as some information can be predicted in advance, things will not develop like this.

However, it's too late to say anything now.

Aaron and his group walked on the edge of the hall and ran quickly towards the door.

"Wait a minute, Sartre, you haven't made a ritual check on Baals, right?" Aaron suddenly thought of this crucial question.

Sartre was startled, then responded, "No."

Bars is the lord of a city, and Sartre has never doubted him. How dare he hold an appraisal ceremony for him?

In other words, who would have thought that Baars would not only cooperate with the cultists, but also transform into a cultist!

What is he planning?

The entrance to the hall already looked like a hell on earth, with dozens of corpses lying on the ground, and blood spreading silently.

However, there are still many corpses that are not even whole. They have been corroded by the acid, leaving only the soft white bones that have been soaked.

The scorching fire will burn away everything, leaving only ashes.

There are also many stumps and broken arms scattered around, which are the products of the orcs' madness. It is not very difficult for them to tear the human body apart.

The sour smell of acid, the burnt smell of fire, the rusty smell of blood, and the fishy smell of internal organs all mixed together and filled the entire area.

Aaron frowned, he could still hear the inexplicably familiar music in his ears, but he just couldn't remember where he had heard it.

He didn't know why, but he always felt a little inexplicably irritable in his heart.

If Alice's temperament hadn't been extraordinary and conspicuous enough, Aaron and others would have been counterattacked by the nobles before they even got close.

However, even so, Aaron and his party were greeted only by the cold eyes of the nobles.

"What happened?" A noble asked Alice loudly, "What happened to Lord Bars?"

They only saw Alice taking Aaron to the second floor, and then a cult atmosphere broke out on the second floor. Not long after, the Lord of Bars took action directly, followed closely by the orc raid.

Although the Kingdom of Algrant is martial and the nobles are generally extraordinary, they still need an explanation!

Only the nobles who survived the chaos were qualified to ask questions, but those who were still warm bodies were not.

"The Lord of Baars City may be a cultist." Alice said concisely.

"Heh, maybe the Iris family is taking advantage of Tien's death?" Someone whispered behind his back.

"Who? Stand up!" Alice raised her eyebrows and shouted harshly.

"Okay, we have to get out of here." Sartre whispered, "Don't forget, there are still natural disasters."

Aaron glanced at the noble gentlemen who were still at the door, took Alice's hand and said, "Let's go first."

Ed frowned, a hint of irritation flashing in his eyes.

"You have to give us an explanation!"

A voice came from the crowd again.

"Yes, I need an explanation!"

"Will your Iris family be responsible for this?"

"It's already here, and you still want to run?"

Sporadic voices were quickly ignited, and the evil thoughts and suspicions in his heart were infinitely activated.

Finally, a group of nobles silently stopped in front of them, shouting angrily.

They want an explanation or a scapegoat.

Someone needs to be responsible for this, and there's no way that person is Baars.

That will only show their incompetence!

Not counting others, there are dozens of nobles and nobles in Leiden City alone, but no one sees the true face of Bals?

How much damage would their reputation suffer if this truth were spread?

And it just so happened that there was such a scapegoat now, and luckily, he bumped into him.

There was no discussion, but the nobles who were still alive instinctively reached some kind of tacit decision.

Wasn't it because the Iris family deliberately provoked Bals that the battle broke out tonight?

As for the cult atmosphere?

This is Layden City, a city close to Badibila. Isn’t it normal to have a cult atmosphere?