Mysterious as the Wind, Always With Me

The other five people did not die. They plummeted about 300 meters from a high altitude, and each showed their magical powers to reach the ruins on the lower level.

As all the remains of the ruins fell into the lower ruins, the rumbling sound finally became quieter.

For the top performers of the younger generation, these few hundred meters will not cost them their lives.

Crawling out of the ruins with their faces covered in ashes, they were forced to disperse. When they subconsciously looked at the brand-new opera house above them like a mirage, they felt as if they were in another world.

At this moment, it was fake that they didn’t regret it.

Everyone is thinking about a hypothesis - what would have happened if they had just mustered up the courage to launch a deadly attack on the newspaper man?

Unfortunately, a missed opportunity is a missed opportunity.

Looking quickly around, they discovered that this was the ruins of an ancient city.

Surrounding the wasteland are the remains of huge aqueducts, open channels that ancient people used to carry water throughout before the invention of running water. Although in ruins, the pillars of these canals are still four stories high.

In addition to the ruins and tiles that can be seen everywhere, a seven-story tower surrounded by gray mist can also be seen in the distance.

Then, they saw the red moonlight projecting a line of ancient language over the ruins:

The words were in red, but the content was clear and inhumane, showing off the arrogance of Blood Moon.

"You losers who don't have the courage to compete for the supreme throne! You are already the abandoned children of fate! Struggling in embarrassment! Howl! Or use your worthless rotten meat to pray for the mercy of victory——"

The simple and straightforward declaration completely humiliated the five 'losers'.

No matter how detailed their plans and complex ideas were before, they have been forcibly treated as waste by this blood moon world.

Step back and open the sky?

No!

This is……

The more I thought about it, the more angry I became!

The man in the white suit was the most angry. His pale face turned red instantly: "Asshole——"

Over the past many years, he has always used his wisdom to provoke the hearts of strong men, using various means to make them fall into desperate cannibalism, and he took pleasure in doing so.

In his eyes, the newspaper man was just an arrogant and reckless man. After this time, he had plenty of opportunities to slowly kill the arrogant newspaper man.

Unexpectedly, the blood moon would separate the loser and the winner so ruthlessly.

Even though there seemed to be a height difference of only three hundred meters, a thick space barrier might have separated the two groups, becoming parallel lines that would never intersect again.

Being simply and violently driven to the lower level has already caused the man in white to receive great humiliation, and those last words of begging for mercy were the biggest blow to his self-esteem.

"Are you kidding me? Who wants that bastard's mercy! I, Ramses Ramsay, will find my way out and kill him right now!"

He rarely revealed his name.

Even within a few hundred meters of him, there was no one.

This was enough proof of his anger.

Unfortunately, the insect's anger was meaningless.

The moment he finished speaking, there was a loud noise in the sky.

A three-story giant fell suddenly, and the strong legs of the two people hugged each other slightly flexed, which offset all the impact. The price was that the ruined two-story house beneath his feet was turned into powder on the spot, and a shallow pit ten meters in diameter opened up.

As soon as he came down, he used a giant war hammer with a hammer head as big as a Beetle car to hit his chest hard and screamed in the sky.

“Ahhhhh——”

An extremely primitive roar echoed over the entire ruins, and except for his voice, the battlefield was completely silent.

Ramses subconsciously shrank into the shadow of the ruins, and after confirming that the thing had not noticed him, he stuck his head out and carefully looked at the other person. If the first sight was just a shock, then the second time he confirmed that the thing was not his. When hallucinating.

Even Ramses, who felt superior to others, couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of insignificance rising from the deepest part of his soul. He felt that his hands and feet were cold.

The giant was not human. He had a lion's head, but without a natural chin. The entire lower jaw was replaced by a metal chin.

Not an inch of skin on his arms was his own, as if they were a piece of miscellaneous cloth sewn from different kinds of cloth.

However, Ramses recognized that among them were the skins of Balrogs, Horned Demons, humans, and orangutans.

If it weren't for the fact that the opponent still exudes the aura of a living creature, Ramses would believe it if you said it was an undead suture monster.

According to Ramses' knowledge of the bottomless abyss, this giant is more likely to be a humanoid war beast used by an abyss lord to charge into battle.

No matter what, this thing is not something that a Sequence 7 Beyonder like him can handle.

Just looking at this war beast, Ramses felt that it was a little difficult to even breathe.

Is blood moon baptism really a baptism?

Could it be a talent purge plan?

Before Ramses could come back to his senses, the giant humanoid beast had already locked onto the position of one of them, waved its huge claws, forced open the wall of the ruins blocking the way, and went straight to kill himself.

For a time, the entire lower ruins were in a state of chaos.

In the opera house on the upper floor, everything was quiet, and an eerie silence filled the air.

After the master of ceremonies disappeared, Mark and the three of them stood up. They first let go of their spiritual senses and sensed their surroundings, and then looked at each other with slightly hostile eyes.

"Reading the newspaper, do you have any suggestions?" Vivian was the first to attack.

"Yes!" Mark pointed towards the stage exit on the right: "Go and explore the backstage. If you find anything wrong or there is any news worth reporting, run back, or you may never come back again."

Mark spoke in a completely commanding tone, which made Vivian feel very uncomfortable.

But on the other hand, she knew very well that without the newspaper man's permission, she would now be one of the fallen. And rather than fighting head-on, she prefers to launch surprise attacks from the shadows to kill the enemy.

After seeing how outrageous the newspaper man's head-on fighting ability was, she gave up her plan to have a head-on conflict with him.

"Humph!" Under the blessing of the power of the goddess of the night, her figure quickly faded and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

It's just in the eyes of others.

In Mark's soul vision, traces of "wet paint" followed her all the way.

He knew it, and so did she.

It was obviously a humiliation, but not removing this trace was a sign of her cooperation.

When these five lines are no longer on her body, that means she is ready to go to war with Mark.

A dark night punisher who was good at hiding disappeared. Instead, the Thunder Giant frowned: "Although I appreciate your approval, I don't think it is a good idea for you to act with me."

Sensing the distance of the soul mark, Mark raised his hand, and Mini's spiritual threads immediately blocked the surrounding space, and Bison's hidden interference range immediately expanded.

The thunderous man instinctively clenched his fists and stared at the man reading the newspaper in front of him, ready to activate his secret storm skills at any time.

Mark, who also wrapped the other party within the scope of the illusion, revealed his true appearance.

Looking at the young and handsome young man with 37-length black hair and a mask pulled down in front of him, the Thunder giant was a little confused.

"Hello, Conrad Fischer! I am Mark Destiny, the emissary of Mr. Galaxy."

One sentence immediately stirred up a storm in Conrad's heart. For a moment, his brain turned into a mush and he completely lost his ability to think.

He would never forget that mysterious experience nearly a month ago.

The Church of Storms cannot help him avenge his relatives and friends! What even the Church of Storms, one of the orthodox churches, refused to do, the mysterious ‘Mr. Galaxy’ did.

Perhaps for that being, such a favor was insignificant, but it actually changed the trajectory of Conrad's life.

Without this extraordinary power, he would most likely act like a fool and launch a desperate charge into a pirate den where a bunch of extraordinary people gathered. Maybe he could kill one or two pirates without extraordinary power, but he would definitely He was easily killed by the extraordinary, and his huge head was hung at the entrance of the pirate camp, becoming a symbol of 'overestimating one's own capabilities'.

That storm rubbing without soul imprint changed everything.

He succeeded in getting his perfect revenge.

Ignoring the presence behind the group of pirates, he ruthlessly killed every pirate he saw.

To die without regrets - this is how he feels now.

As a last ditch concern, his only thought was to repay Mr. Galaxy's kindness.

Unexpectedly, just as he was involved in this inexplicable world, he met Mr. Galaxy's messenger. It made him feel like he was in a dream.

Out of caution, he said solemnly: "I don't refuse to believe what you say. I need more powerful proof. Please tell me what Mr. Galaxy has given me."

"A rubbing."

Conrad had no more doubts and bowed deeply to Mark on the spot: "I have met Your Majesty the Envoy. Conrad will definitely obey all the orders of the Envoy."

Immediately he raised his head.

What appeared in front of Mark was a pair of blazing eyes. It was the look of a typical fanatic who was willing to go through fire and water for [Mr. Galaxy].

Such a pure look made Mark's heart beat violently. He once treated Conrad as a chess piece, but unexpectedly, this good man who grew up by the sea responded to his expectations beyond imagination.

In less than a month, Conrad had grown into a perfect human shield.

What a treasure!

But Mark didn't know that no matter how hard he tried to get rid of Vivian and tried to hide his relationship with Conrad, Vivian still discovered it.

A little cat turned into a shadow rubbed Vivian's left hand and meowed a few times.

Vivian suddenly froze and bit her lip gently: "Sure enough, the man reading the newspaper and the giant thundering man are in the same group."

The multiple-choice question before her was very difficult: either pretend not to notice and continue to hang out with the man who read the newspaper; or she could take off her breath-blocking cloak and start going it alone.

Either way, she needs to risk her life.

"Okay, let's see which side is more dangerous."