The Black Book

Just when Zhu Haomiao was thinking about whether to return to reality immediately to comfort his pet, a small snow-white head not far away poked out from the corner of the corner, observing furtively.

"Ji~"

Hearing the familiar cry, Zhu Haomiao looked sideways and breathed a long sigh of relief.

"When did you run away?"

He picked up Diao Chan and inspected it carefully. It turned out that not only was this guy unscathed, but there wasn't even a speck of dust on his snow-white fur, which was in sharp contrast to the devastated and tragic battlefield.

After a brief moment of anxiety, Zhu Haomiao calmed down, and while stroking the silky fur of the mink, he narrowed his eyes suspiciously.

Doesn't this guy have the instinct to seek good fortune and avoid misfortune?

Sense the danger, avoid it in advance, and come out again when the situation subsides...

The key point is that its movements are so elusive that I didn't even notice when it left or how it appeared!

Suddenly, Zhu Haomiao, who was lost in thought, felt an itch. When he lowered his head, he saw that Diao Chan was licking his wound painfully. The crystal saliva smeared on the overturned flesh and blood, bringing a refreshing coolness.

The burning stinging sensation suddenly dissipated, and Zhu Haomiao could feel that the wound licked by Diao Chan was repairing and healing at several times the speed.

It's a pity that the palm-sized little guy only licked the wounds on his hands for a while, which was a drop in the bucket.

"Okay, no need to lick it, do you still want to give me a bath?"

Shi Xiao rubbed Diao Gan's little head, Zhu Haomiao raised his head and glanced at the moonless sky, coldly showing a middle finger.

Although he knows that the will of heaven cannot monitor him anytime and anywhere, he still hates this feeling of being spied on!

【lazy】!

With a thought, the ethereal authority turned into gray and white threads and condensed from the void, wrapping the young man in layers, blocking his information from a conceptual level.

A flash of golden light emerged from the [Black Book], and together with the huge attribute energy, it was sealed and deposited deep into the soul and body.

After double pupation, Zhu Haomiao adjusted to his suddenly weak body, took steps forward, and silently rushed towards the Magic City Pier like a ghostly shadow.

Shortly after he left, the first group of people who noticed the movement rushed to the scene.

Not knowing that he had passed by the mastermind on the road, Sherlock Voss swallowed dryly as he looked at the hill made of melted steel and flesh.

Looking around again, within a radius of one kilometer, the rugged terrain does not look like it is on the earth, but like it is on the surface of the moon!

Looking at this tragic battlefield, Sherlock Voss knelt down, picked up a piece of fine floating soil with his two fingers and gently rubbed it. The shock in his heart was like a stormy sea.

The escaping energy alone can grind such a large area of ​​soil, sand and gravel into powder. This lethality has far exceeded that of a normal hegemonic transcendent!

At least his hegemony, which is not known for its destructive power, cannot achieve such an exaggerated effect...

Not to mention doing it inadvertently during a battle...

Just as Sherlock Voss was frowning in thought, a petite and light figure fell into the battlefield, standing side by side with him, looking up at the mountain of corpses made of steel and flesh.

"Lord Gabriel."

Sherlock Voss grinned bitterly and saluted the girl respectfully.

"Well, what's going on?"

"I don't know, it feels like Ultraman and Godzilla are fighting here."

"Can the murderer be traced through causal regression?"

"No, I can't feel any 'clues', I can only see a gray mist."

Hearing this, Gabriel remained silent, his golden pupils glowed with a majestic and holy light. After looking around, his eyebrows furrowed.

"This is a sacrifice."

"Use pain, blood, killing, and destruction as sacrifices to please the indescribable twisted evil god!"

"It's just... who can regard a Knights of the Round Table as a sacrifice? The person leading them is a child of destiny!"

Through the slightly melted and twisted armor pattern, Gabriel recognized the identity of the deceased and frowned even more suspiciously.

Hearing this, Sherlock Voss's heart moved.

"I heard that they were investigating the murderer of the [Blood Dinner]. Could it be that they went too far and angered the [Dragon], so they were slaughtered?"

"Did you anger the [Dragon]? What did these Knights of the Round Table do?"

Hearing Gabriel's question, Sherlock Voss pursed his lips in embarrassment and answered in a complicated tone.

"I'm not very sure. I just heard that they enforced the law very harshly and killed many people unjustly."

"a lot of?!"

Stared at by Gabriel's oppressive gaze, Sherlock Voss sighed.

"The specific number cannot be calculated, but from what I understand, these indigenous Knights of the Round Table do not regard people of color as the same kind at all, and their methods of behavior are probably comparable to those of ruthless people."

In an instant, Gabriel's breath froze as he understood the implication of Sherlock Voss' words.

"Wait a minute, you're saying that the evil god we've been tracking down is actually a member of [Dragon]?!"

As soon as his thoughts opened up, Gabriel suddenly remembered something.

"No wonder you said last time that these people are willing to die. At that time, you were hinting at me?!"

Hearing this, Sherlock Voss smiled bitterly and pursed his lips.

"It's just my personal guess. I don't dare to interfere with your judgment."

But Gabriel had completely reacted, and human anger appeared in his indifferent golden pupils.

"No wonder every time I go to [Yanhuang Arsenal], the person in charge is so perfunctory!"

"No wonder they are indifferent to the traces of evil gods near their lair!"

"No wonder so many evil gods are paying attention to this world at once!"

"So they did it themselves!"

The first time he saw the great Seraphim show human emotions that matched his age, Sherlock Voss's eyes flashed with surprise, and he lowered his head in fear, looking at his nose and his heart.

After a long while, Gabriel suppressed his anger and blinked suspiciously.

"No, there are many evil beings among the Chinese gods, but this evil..."

Looking at the mountain of corpses made of steel and flesh, Gabriel murmured in confusion.

"Could it be the Lord of Arms [Chi You]?"

"But [Chi You]'s divinity is not so twisted..."

"Besides this cruel and bloodthirsty divinity, there are several other auras of the Lord of Hell..."

Hearing Gabriel's muttering to himself, Sherlock Voss hesitated for a moment and couldn't help asking.

"That... Sir, do we still need to continue investigating?"

Stop it, Sir!

If we really find out something, it will be disgraceful!

But she didn't realize Sherlock Voss's good intentions. She hesitated for a moment and gritted her teeth.

"Investigate! Keep investigating! I want to see who is behind this!"

With a twitch of his eyebrows, Sherlock Voss hesitated to speak, and finally a thousand words turned into a helpless sigh.

"Your will."