For an exorcist with a psychic gun, firing a shot usually means death.

The    psychic gun is deadly to the monsters, although it is the gunpowder that kills them, not the psychic gun itself.

  The beautiful rose blooms gradually on the night of killing.

   It's just that those clunky and bulky monsters restrain the exorcist. The psychic guns burrowed into their paper fragile skins, tumbling into holes about the size of bizarre money.

   Instead, the inhabitants with axes, pickaxes, and spears deal more damage to these strange creatures that are not much more flexible than trees.

   The reassembled knight squad formed a formation, maintained a distance to support each other, followed the steam-gushing steel armor, and broke into the gathered strange group like a meat grinder.

   Just like the monsters rushed into the crowd, the steel armor rushed into the monsters.

   The redemption fragments integrated into the soul allow Lu Li to damage the monsters, so those cumbersome and huge monsters are usually solved by Lu Li-continuous contact on the back of the monsters, the monsters often wailing and dying without seeing who the murderer is.

   The Doomsday Apocalypse that is still in effect allows Lu Li to crush them even head on.

   The real surprise is the hexapod. At Claire's suggestion, they grabbed six short blades and approached those fragile monsters with soft shells like new ones, and they flew blood and flesh as they spun.

  Yingchuoren is a despicable assassin like Lu Li.

  They tend to hide in dark corners, and their dark appearance becomes a natural camouflage. They only emerge when their prey faces away and stab their daggers into their flesh.

  Tesla was not involved in the fight, he roamed the ranks, controlling casualties. Injured residents continued to appear, but no one died.

With the addition of    the third and last human team and Twisted Cultists, the battlefield has changed.

   Wounded and dying monsters are no longer directly resolved, but quickly sent to the camp.

  There are also thousands of humans and strange residents who did not kill the strange with their own hands.

   They need to make sure that every resident of the Land of Lights kills a spooky night.

  Lu Li no longer hunts monsters like docile sheep, leaving the opportunity to the residents.

   "Does Fright Nights have a time limit?"

   Looking at the dim yellow full moon in the sky, Mo Hu's expression seems to have turned into a hideous smile because of the killing.

   "I don't know, I guess before dawn."

   The dying monster is brought before them, and Tesla completes his mission by borrowing a psychic gun from a trainee exorcist.

   Midnight is approaching, and they still have two-thirds of the time.

  The killing continued, but it was no longer human. Horrible Night shackles the weird and shackles them as well, and the inhabitants must conserve their stamina.

   So they follow the monsters like hyenas, stealing the fruit of the monsters and the monsters themselves.

  The killing came to an end in the first half of the night, and the night of horror hung high in the sky. But when the residents who finished resting thoroughly cleaned up the city, the night of fright did not disappear as promised.

   This usually means only one possibility: there is no ritual to satisfy Fright Nights.

The inhabitants of    do not know the details of the ritual for the time being, and they are still immersed in the pride of slaying the weird.

  The oppressive atmosphere is only limited to the afternoon tea members of the Swamp Mother.

   "What else can unravel the ritual of the night of horror?"

  The Swamp Mother's question was accompanied by Hades shouting "We're finished". …

   "Just let the Twisted Shadow grow to be unafraid of evil spirits."

   "I shouldn't have come back!"

   It is too late and impossible for all residents to believe in the Twisted Shadow.

  Humanity may be useful, but what can dozens of people do?

   "The Land of Light will be destroyed by evil spirits!"

   can bring dozens of cursed title masters back to life, and can sublimate part of the life level of the Swamp Mother or the Twisted God.

   only does not include the ritual of getting out of the night of horror.

   "I should be in hell!"

   "Be quiet."

   Tesla complained, concentrating on his thoughts: "Is the gates of **** still passable?"

  No one knows the answer, they have to go to the gate of **** to get the answer.

  Tesla went to mobilize all the residents, ready to cross Sugard Mountain to the old watch town. And Lu Li was going to visit the Lord of Dreams with the Mother of the Swamp to ask how to get rid of the Crying Night ritual.

  Eternal Dreamer told Lu Li that the answer was in Agate Lake.

   is not Hell Gate but Onyx Lake.

   came to the shore of Onyx Lake with doubts, but there was nothing here except the silent Andrea.

  The Swamp Mother remembered that the Lord of the Dream was talking to Lu Li, not them, so she asked Lu Li to be near the lake.

   Nothing happened at first, but gradually, tidal waves licked up the lakeside, and a piece of swimming debris emerged from the lake, approaching Lu Li's palm that stretched into the lake.

   Pocket tentacles stick out from under the broken flakes. If you magnify it tens of thousands of times, it will be a vast and great existence - the **** of the deep sea.

   At this time, she was like a savage beast cub, nesting in Lu Li's palm, just because of the breath and humanity that it was familiar with.

   "The ancients will not die, but will only fall into eternal sleep..." The Swamp Mother whispered this ancient legend, "Lu Li, the lord of dreams is pointing to her, the **** of the deep sea."

  Lu Li nodded, held up the **** of the lake and the deep sea, and slowly released his humanity.

   The **** of the deep sea was jumping and rolling in Lu Li's palm and vitality, but it was not enough. Dozens of human natures were not enough for her to transform and get rid of ignorance.

   "We're still going to hell."

  Two plans are going on at the same time: the residents who can fight continue to search for the slippery fish in the land of light, and the old man and the child **** the **** to the gate of **** in the old watch town.

   If it can be passed, the Land of Light can escape the ritual of Fright Night.

  The steam engine was stuffed into the rudimentary locomotive, and instead of Ampere, the train carrying the residents was sent to the Shouwang Town Station.

  Lu Li walked towards the gate of **** with the bathtub where the deep sea **** wandered, but nothing happened. Let other residents, believers, and demon guards try one after another, and the result is the same.

   There is no way to hell.

   The grinning full moon hanging high in the sky seems to be mocking.

  Lu Li stared at the demon guard who was calm and opposite to the Stone Demon, and suddenly asked, "Where is the Spiritual Demon?"

   The Swamp Mother who followed them realized something and fell to the demon guard who followed them.

   "I have no ill will, but **** is too barren."

  The demon's disguise melted, revealing the silhouette of the devil's daughter.

  Lu Li didn't care that it was secretly staying in the world: "Have you brought your soul? Give it all to me."

   "What are you going to do?" The devil's daughter handed over her soul without hesitation.

   "Awaken to life."

  The soul slowly transformed into about 80 human natures, and Lu Li was not sure if it was enough: "Is there more."

   "I'm going to the guards to ask—"

   is no longer needed.

  Because as Lu Li re-instilled humanity into the **** of the deep sea, some unknowable existence woke up from an eternal slumber.

   As if the world was lost for a period of time, incomprehensible changes suddenly appeared.

   The eyes of the **** of the deep sea are no longer cloudy and ignorant. Although she is extremely weak, existence itself is a kind of power.

   "The Night of Horrors is fading."

  The Swamp Mother reminded Lu Li to pay attention to the sky: the full moon's Mohu face became mourning, no longer shedding the dim moonlight, and hid in the depths of the clouds.

   The night of terror is gone, and the dawn is dawning.