【The Modern Era of the Mystic】【】

Latest URL: There is an emerging mysterious sect in Newlander.

This sect regards some kind of prehistoric life unearthed by archaeologists near the poles as their gods.

According to their teachings, this prehistoric plant-animal hybrid life form known as the "Old Ones" has appeared in many legends.

Some anecdotal tabloids have also described with great fanfare that there are terrible plants that will attack humans in a certain jungle.

Most people will regard this anecdote as a joke after dinner.

However, only a few people know that these incredible stories are true.

There are only two kinds of people who know the truth, one is folklorists who have explored too deeply in dangerous knowledge, and the other is believers who regard the "old ones" as beliefs...

These believers are so fanatical that they have traveled all over the world in order to find the descendants of the ancients.

Some of the lucky ones obtained the fossils of the seeds of the ancients, and restored its activity through secret techniques...

It is the "seed of the holy thing".

There is only one way for such seeds to germinate, and that is for humans to swallow them and use their living bodies as soil for cultivation...

And the things that break out of the human body are indeed like the "ancients" who visited the earth hundreds of millions of years ago. However, this extremely dangerous and strong thing is not the real "real body" after all, and the fragile human body and other This "fake" provided by the sweet soul can only survive for a short time.

This evil sect gave this kind of thing the most similar plant name on earth—

Holy thorns.

The sacred thorns grown by the Tacheng apprentices sacrificing themselves, wielding a purple vine whip studded with bright red thorns, attacked the Three-cry Nighthawks group from behind, who were eating with all their might.

When the vacated rattan whip drew deep marks on the ground, the three members of the Nighthawk team saw the intruder and suddenly felt like they were facing a formidable enemy.

After all, only the thorns, the sacred object of instant life, possessed a terrifying and destructive power far exceeding the Jack level.

In the Nighthawk Squad, the woman wearing the "Sword Panza" mask drew out the sword from her waist in an elegant gesture.

With foxtrot steps, she flicked and flicked among the nearly crazy vine whips, and the sharp sword cut off countless thorns.

The captain, who was slender and strong like an eagle, suddenly opened his arms, and black feathers exploded in the air, like a huge black bird covering an area with its wings—

The signature skill of "Three Nighthawks" uses secret techniques to form a "night curtain", making the enemy lost in the darkness, and also hiding himself and the team members.

The sacred thorns seem to have entered a dark forest. Under the starless and moonless "night sky", the dense canopy of trees secretly covers this space.

There was a sound of eagle chirping, and in the night, it seemed that there was an invisible pair of scissors, which instantly cut off a large clump of dancing thorns.

The nighthawk merged into the night again, he shuttled between the branches, and every hawk was accompanied by the cut thorns flying in the air.

Outside the night, the old man wearing the mask of "Sage of Deadwood" stood in a strange posture.

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He rolled his eyes, trembling all over. A **** umbilical cord dangled from his abdomen to the ground, and this umbilical cord stretched into the night—

The "Sage of Deadwood" is using his own life energy to support the "God's Form" that appears in front of his eyes.

The invisible scissors in the night, its cutting speed is really amazing.

However, the rebirth speed of the sacred thorns was even more astonishing—clumps of wisteria with blood-colored spikes were continuously pulled out from the apprentice's original neck, looking turbulent like jet-like vomiting.

too fast…

Notwithstanding the best efforts of Nighthawk and Panza, the sword of Foxtrot, the number of thorns could not be reduced.

Even, as their cropping seemed to exasperate the hideous thing, the thorns grew more numerous.

As if being called by the captain, another team member who had been eating with his back to the battlefield finally turned around.

He wears a wooden mask depicting a man with a furious expression—the Fire Master, a mask with an indissoluble bond with fire.

In real life, jugglers, magicians, and even believers who walk piously and light a lamp...

It is possible to obtain this mask.

And just like his name, Flame is an absolute ally of the Fire Master.

With the sound of flames flying into the air, a bright fireball appeared in the dark forest.

The fire master just spewed out a fireball from his mouth and lit the two torches in his hand.

The fire master picked up the torch with both hands and began to draw circles strangely.

In the dark jungle, strange people wearing wooden masks are waving torches. This scene is enough to evoke the ancient memories hidden deep in the soul of anyone...

But in this dreamlike scene, even more absurd and bizarre scenes happened——

The trajectory turned by the fire master with the torch completely bridged into a circle of fire, rolling towards the thorns...

The two rings of fire were like red rollers, igniting the plants along the way, and bumped into the weird thorn monster...

Flame rises.

Like igniting a huge bonfire soaked in gasoline, the thorny relic completely burned.

Flames blazed in the Fire Master's eyes. He waited silently for the thing wielding the ignited whip to fall...

But ~lightnovelpub.net~ in the fire, the sacred thorns were like a huge burning bottle, and more purple whips "vomited" out of the bottle mouth!

As soon as the long whip was born, it was ignited by the flames, and the scene in front of him became even more terrifying—

The whip of flame whipped the entire night in a dazzling way!

Including the fire master, the team of the Three Voices Nighthawks made a mistake of course—

They believe that the flame property is restrained plants.

But they are actually deceived by appearances. The thing in the form of the "old man" in front of him is not a creature on earth at all-it is a mixture of half plant and half animal from an alien.

Whether it is cropping or flame, there is no way to take it.

The fire whip became more and more dazzling, the plants in the night were ignited, and a wildfire broke out!

Three Nighthawks did not give up because of this. He walked through the ridiculously messy and ferocious fire whips, still persistently wanting to attack the strong bottle-shaped body of the "Old Man".

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But a flaming whip wrapped around his ankles and he fell to the ground.

Then another whip of fire wrapped around his neck.

The flames swirled quickly, igniting his multi-colored feathered mask,

However, the burning pain of the flames did not last long. The fire whip, like a strong muscle, suddenly contracted. The head of this powerful mystery explorer was twisted off, and rolled down the hillside, like a tumbleweed being ignited. .

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