Twisted Realm

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Chapter 178 Decree

"Disappeared?"

Meng Xuan, who was dressed in black robes, looked at a silent and desolate twisted wasteland. There was no phantom like a mirage floating in the clouds and mist of Shadow Town at all.

He carefully identified the surrounding environment and determined that this was indeed the location of the Shadow Town. He couldn't help frowning.

Shadow Town was discovered by others?

This was not unexpected, because three of Ronin's extraordinary had discovered the shadow town before.

However, the core material in a nearby room flew away from him, and Meng Xuan was still very unhappy in his heart.

It's like the treasure he got in his hand flew out of his hands.

Don't let me know who stole my stuff...

Suddenly, his eyes narrowed, and he found some traces on the ground not far from the original strange domain.

He walked over and checked it carefully, and found that it was a footprint, which looked like the mark of a horse's hoof and a wheel, and it seemed that the mark was not long ago.

Because of the special nature of distortion pollution, the traces left on the ground are easily covered up by distortion, which means that just now, there were still people passing by.

Horseshoe prints? Wheel prints?

Mechanical knights and white-robed casters guarding the temple?

Meng Xuan remembered the picture he saw when Sheng Yao was baptized, he pondered for a while, and chased the traces on the ground all the way away quickly.

There is no regularity in the appearance of the mysterious realm. If you miss this, you don't know how much energy and time it will take. If possible, the mysterious orb of the shadow man town must be in your own hands.

Central Rastan Domain, Moro Wasteland.

This is the core area of ​​the distorted camp, the word "Moruo", in the Serio Federation, represents the word fear.

This is an endless wasteland. On the desolate black land, thick black smoke fills the air, and it is impossible to see specific things.

The twisted trees showed a terrifying posture from the black smoke, and each one was like the claws of **** extending from the dark ground.

In the black smoke, a pair of blood-red eyes occasionally appeared, and there were crazy roars, gnawings and fighting sounds, which made people unable to bear the horror, and huge black shadows fluttered in the black smoke. The exact appearance is unclear, but it seems to be synonymous with fear and evil.

In the sky, there is a **** full moon staring at the earth like giant eyes. The indifferent gaze makes people tremble from the heart. Between the thick and clotted black clouds, red electric lights that do not know whether it is a creature or a natural phenomenon flashes from time to time. Drilling in and out of the dark clouds.

One after another, the huge shadow creatures kept trashing in the air, uttering terrifying ravings that condensed into reality, constantly baptizing every inch of the land on the wasteland, so that chaos and distortion always pervaded the Moro wasteland wantonly.

This is a distorted paradise, a forbidden area for living beings.

In the very center of this black fog wasteland, a huge black stone mountain that reaches the sky rises straight into the black cloud, at least tens of thousands of meters high.

The mountain is twisted and twisted, densely covered with twisted textures like muscle fibers. At the top of the mountain, there is a huge platform like a palm. On the platform, there are five peaks that open like sharp claws, like a tree rising from the abyss. The huge arm that struggled out wanted to grab this black sky.

Arms of Shadow, Morgoda.

The landmark of the Moro Wasteland, the headquarters of the "Black Truth", the highest command of the Twisted Legion, the place where the entire virtual world is closest to the blood red moon.

On this day, in the black mist of the Moro Wasteland, a large number of twisted lives and twisted infected bodies seemed to feel a sense of it, and the huge twisted body bowed in the direction of the shadow arm, and knelt down deeply.

Beside the huge platform on the palm of the giant arm, a group of terrifying black shadows danced around the giant palm, condensed into substantial ravings and formed a magical halo around the giant palm. Reverence and awe.

On the giant palm platform, five huge humanoid lifeforms hang upside down on five huge black crosses that are hundreds of meters high.

One eye, four arms from the ribs.

One head has two feet, and there is a ferocious vertical eye in the center of his chest.

One has two wings on its back, and its face is extremely beautiful, but its body is covered with terrifying pustules.

One head bears a male and a female, both sides of the body, and both sides of the body have obvious gender characteristics.

The last one has no head, and its body and limbs are covered with a mess of eyes, ears, nose, and nose, full of confusion and distortion.

From these huge creatures hundreds of meters high, there are extremely terrifying power fluctuations, each of which is a terrifying existence that can destroy large cities.

At this moment, they were still struggling, but a large number of black mist chains extending from the huge black cross deeply pierced their bodies, making them unable to move.

In the center of the five huge black crosses, there is a huge mirror surface with a width of dozens of meters suspended. There is no scene reflected on the mirror surface, only a distorted picture like a TV snowflake frequency.

Around the cross, kneeling on one knee is a terrifying creature whose individual surface is covered in thick black mist. Some of them are tens of meters in size, and some are almost the same size as human infants, but each of them is unconsciously It exudes a terrifying ominous aura.

At the forefront of all the terrifying creatures, stood a human-shaped monster more than three meters high, shrouded in dark shadows. A scepter of an eyeball gem.

"The supreme mother of fear, the eternal king in white!"

"You are the symbol of fear, you are the master of trembling!"

"You are the ultimate twist, you are the trembling truth!"

"Your loyal subordinates, the black truth, offer you the highest sacrifice."

"Dragon Swallower, Komo Sicily!"

The scepter in the hand of the humanoid monster pointed at the one-eyed and four-armed giant, and the black smoke chain on the black cross began to quickly absorb the flesh and strength of the one-eyed four-armed giant, and its body shrank rapidly in the wailing of fear.

"Mind Outcast, Morbertillos!"

The humanoid monster pointed the scepter in his hand to the 100-meter giant with a ferocious vertical eye on his chest.

"Fallen Soarer, Willkrod!"

The humanoid monster's eyeball scepter pointed to a handsome figure with wings on his back, but his body was covered with terrifying pustules.

"Hypocrites, Mardos and Eomerin!"

This time, it was a strange person with a man and a woman who were both positive and negative, with obvious gender characteristics on both sides of the body.

"Face Eater, Hoxymus!"

Finally, it pointed the scepter at the headless monster, but the whole body was covered with monsters with twisted facial features.

Everything about all the terrifying monsters, including their divine nature as the top mythical creatures in the largest mirage in the virtual world, was all extracted by the black mist chains on the black cross, and continuously merged into the huge mirror in the center.

"We use the highest sacrificial ceremony to ask the highest existence to respond!"

The black shadow monster knelt on one knee on the ground.

Swish! !

The twisted ripples on the mirror like a snowflake screen began to tremble violently, and a hoarse sound like a TV FM sound came out.

hum! ! !

When the five top mythical beings were almost exhausted, the snowflake screen trembled more violently, and the hoarse FM sound gradually sounded like the voice of a strange woman.

It was like crying, howling miserably, and laughing happily, causing a trace of fear and tremors to rise from the heart.

Gradually, an image appeared in the mirror.

A distorted face had a smile that was half-smiling.

The mythical life that cannot be predicted at the fifth level has no life at all, and there is a distorted phantom on the mirror that can probably see its specific appearance.

He was dressed in a classic white dress, his long black hair was loose, his eyes were pitch black, his face was as pale as flour, and there was a strange smile on the corner of his mouth.

All the twisted beings present lowered their heads tightly, this is the terrifying oppression from the fundamental level of life.

"Eight thousand years later, our prayers have finally been answered again!"

"This is my greatest honor!"

"Mother of Fear, King of White, Black Truth begs you to give your order!"

The black shadow monster holding the scepter trembled, not knowing whether it was excitement or fear.

"Chaos is where everything ends up."

"Killing is your mission."

"The day the world fell into extreme terror."

"It's when we return."

Huge, substance-like ravings poured into the minds of all the distorted beings present, and were deeply imprinted in the depths of their wills.

After saying this, a few strands of long black hair drifted out from the mirror, and gently fell on the altar.

Click! ! !

The huge mirror seemed to be unable to withstand the arrival of such a huge force, and a large number of cracks appeared.

Pong! ! !

The mirror suddenly burst open, and countless lenses scattered away, all intercepted by the dark shadow monster waving the eyeball scepter in his hand.

Looking at the five huge 100-meter mythical creatures, they have completely turned into skin and bones, and their skins exude a strange black color.

The shadow monster waved the scepter in his hand, carefully picked up the scattered lenses and the few strands of long black hair, and let them fall on the altar.

All the twisted beings around raised their heads, looking at the items left behind after the terrifying existence descended, and greed flashed from the eyes exposed in the shadows.

The shadow monster holding a scepter saw all this in his eyes, and said lightly: "The order has come, it's time for the distortion to sweep through the virtual and real worlds."

It cast its gaze on a shadowy monster about the height of a human.

"Evan, as the leader of the fallen, the apostle recognized by the supreme beings, I handed over the real world into the hands of your fallen legion. How is it going now?"

"The first seat, the Legion of the Fallen is ready and waiting for your order at any time."

The humanoid shadow named Evan bowed his head and said.

"The real world, the foundation of existence, the realization of the rules, we have finally found a way to bypass the seal. The real world is the most important thing. Your battlefield is in the real world, and dark chess will be launched immediately to destroy the real world as much as possible. The 'pillars' cut off the foundation of existence and weaken the power of the Seventy-two Halls."

The shadow monster with a scepter said.

"Yes!"

Evan, the leader of the Twisted Fallen, responded.

"What shall we do? The 72nd Legion is ready."

The other twisted monsters made babble-like sounds.

"First give the Seventy-two Hall a little greeting, it's been quiet for too long, we need to remind them of the fear that was once dominated by us!!"

The scepter shadow monster made a chant-like sound.

The dark shadow, at this moment, expanded violently and silently.

On the other side, Meng Xuan chased the traces on the road and moved forward quickly.

After the transformation ceremony, the twisting power in his body has increased by at least 60%, and his physical fitness has become more terrifying. He feels that his strength is rapidly approaching the peak level of the single ring. His own bite device separates the twisted secret pattern and relieves the pressure on the body. The twisting power he can accommodate may even break through the peak of the single ring and enter the level of the double ring.

Meng Xuan feels that the reason why his progress is so fast should be that he has lived in the real world since he was a child and has not been infected by the power of distortion, so he has a stronger tolerance. It is related to his powerful spiritual talent, and the last one, he suspects, is probably related to the monster in the mirror that mutated his soul in the first place.

This made him wonder what the monster in the mirror was.

Not only did his soul mutate to be able to bypass the barriers between the virtual and real worlds, but also made his strength progress so rapidly.

Soon, he found suspicious behavior ahead.

The Ronin Hall is wearing a silver armor inlaid with golden patterns, a guardian knight~www.wuxiaspot.com~. The mechanical horse at his feet is pulling a luxuriously decorated white carriage. Under the carriage, a golden pattern blooms, and keeps going. Unleash a holy light, dispelling the surrounding shadows and darkness, not to mention how conspicuous it is.

"It really is a guardian team composed of a caster and two guardian knights?"

Meng Xuan frowned when he saw this. Now he is not a rookie who doesn't know anything. After so many days of dream training, he took advantage of the rest time to learn a lot of knowledge, which naturally includes the main opponents of the Conqueror's Guardian Palace and Twist the common sense of the Legion.

With the cooperation of the caster and the guardian knight, the ability of the three people will soar to a very high level, and these people have experienced hundreds of battles, and they are definitely not comparable to those ordinary extraordinary people in the real world who eat and wait to die.

Even the average top single ring is not necessarily willing to face such a complete team.

However, from the traces, it should be the guardian team in front that destroyed the shadow town. The mysterious orb is likely to be in their hands. If they miss it, it may take half a year or more to find the next one.

He glanced around at the endless wasteland.

"Then, it seems that we can only have a good talk with them by taking advantage of the deserted surroundings."

Meng Xuan took a deep breath, a suspiciously shaped black stick fell out of the black robe, and held it tightly in his hand.

If they knew a little bit and were willing to lend him the Secret Orb to use, then they could have a good talk. He wasn't an unreasonable person, and he wouldn't hack people at will.

But if they were determined not to lend the Mysterious Orb, then he would have to spend a little more effort and borrow their lives by the way.

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