According to common sense, in such chaos, even the sound of gunfire is difficult to attract attention.

However, Evan Burns seemed to have picked the moment when even the gods held their breath and pulled the trigger.

In the snow-white forest, a flower composed of black gunfire opened and faded in an instant.

That gunshot sounded like a gloomy thunder that silenced everything for a moment.

The crystal black warhead pierces the air and rotates in the air according to the teaching of the rifling. In Olivia Windchime's eyes, she could see the air twisting as the warhead spun.

It passed through trees, through the red shadows suppressed by huge star-colored arms, through the darkness at the bottom of Death Valley, through scarlet streamers...

The explorer, whose mask was temporarily red, noticed the moment the bullet hit. He was originally focused on suppressing the moonlight, and wanted to mobilize the spiritual substance to create a bulletproof layer.

But it was too late. The jet-black bullet embedded in his body and penetrated into his soul. The power of forgetting was smeared like a drop of ink dripping into blood.

In an instant, the door to the exotic world was abruptly closed, and the red-clothed **** who had almost disappeared from the seven-round red sun, and the numerous scarlet streamers dissipated in the air like the other shore flowers blown by the strong wind.

Sean fell backwards and lay down on the snow.

At the same time, Olivia, who had regained her ability to move, also collapsed to the ground.

Moonlight put away his posture, the sound of the piano stopped abruptly, and those who were holding their breath breathed a sigh of relief.

The Shimmering Sea lay on the ground motionless, and Pan Sha, who had swelled to the limit, had to turn his head to take a look.

"Xiao?" Yueguang swallowed, not knowing what the silence at the moment meant.

The sound of the ocean tide sounded weakly, as if the red tide was finally taken away by the sea water, a wave of waves cleaned the world in the mask, and Sean's mask returned to its deep dark blue.

A little bit of starlight also faded from scarlet, returning to a constant, somewhat grim white light.

where am I? what am i doing?

The last second of Sean's memory was that he walked downhill from the ruins of the Northern Queer tribe.

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself lying on the snow, surrounded by chaos, obviously going through a fierce battle.

My memory was erased?

It's because... Sean narrowed his eyes and turned to look at the giant object that was approaching step by step...

Wendigo?

Did Wendigo control me?

Even if his memory was erased for an hour, Sean had already guessed the current situation within a few seconds after opening his eyes.

Its ability should not be able to be used continuously, now is the best time to break it!

Shawn endured the severe pain in his chest and suddenly stood up.

Seeing Sean's eyes change from dazed to calm, and then to look straight at Wendigo with determination, Moonlight knew that without their explanation, his too reliable guy already understood what was happening now.

"Spiritual power, lend me." Sean's spiritual essence has already stretched out, holding tightly with several teammates.

To fight against a divine thing, relying on their power at this stage is not enough.

Sean has to draw on the power of an idol.

"I'm going to use the avoidance protocol." Not long after Sean's voice sounded, Moonlight, Evan, and Pansha retreated behind him, and Moonlight played the song "The Curtain"-they would not be disturbed by the outside world for the time being, At the same time, he also avoided it and would not see what Sean did next.

Pansha, who stopped fighting, is now swollen.

He was panting, his strange figure released waves of waves, and the edges seemed to melt away in this world.

Olivia and Sean had the same mind, she walked in front of the sea of ​​​​light, facing the direction Wendigo came from.

The tremors on the ground became more and more obvious, and the snow piled up on the pine branches all shivered.

For the first time, the behemoth finally walked out of the white fog, and Sean and the two were able to see its true face...

Corrupted fur hangs on the dry limbs and huge skeletons. The body shape made of animal carrion is not yet fully constructed. It is like a broken giant totem, wandering between heaven and earth to fill its own defects...

The two characteristics of hugeness and incompleteness inexplicably gave birth to a sad atmosphere, like a question to the creator.

Sean suddenly came to a realization: someone designed all of this to let the unformed Wendigo chase and kill the explorers or descendants who were involved in this incident...

The purpose is to make this divine thing complete and walk out of this forest!

This is a complete ceremony!

If they hadn't arrived in time, if Ivan was also killed, there would have been another tyrannical origin in this world.

"At least now..." Sean felt the stinging mental fluctuations and the urge to choose someone to devour him. He let out a breath, "We have a way to fix this."

In the curtain, Pan Sha finally returned to his original appearance.

The purple steam gradually dissipated. He sat cross-legged on a protruding stone and tapped his forehead with one finger, as if thinking about something.

Sean raised his head, the clouds covered the sky.

The giant thing knocked down a pine tree and charged up with a roar—it was clearly furious that two insignificant things had dared to stand in front of him and not run away.

Behind Olivia, Sean opened his hands, and a golden flame rose up on the Seiko girl. In a flash, her original clothes were burnt out and changed into a black robe.

Beneath the black robe is the outline of a resolute face, and the candlelight reflects on the delicate face as if it was glazed.

The straw basket and torch further add to her divinity...

With the help of Olivia's figure, Sean released all his spiritual power, figuring out the figure and momentum of the lady, and letting her walk out of "The Long Poem of the Night Wind".

The sun has set, darkness is coming, and Ms. Hershey has come to the snow forest.

She held up the torch of the oath, and plated everything around her that was originally intended to be silent in the dark, with a layer of gold, and everything was displayed in front of her eyes in the most authentic form.

With a little candle lit on the snow, Hershey can hear the people in the world, and she will keep watch for them.

At this moment, the creator of the gods has no intention of being stingy with spiritual power. The energy like a torrent has created a scene where the gods are in person.

What unfolded in front of Sean's eyes was a stunning scene that no other bystander could share——

The lady in the black robe in the snowstorm held up the torch and faced the monster from the harsh side of nature.

Everything seemed to fit together, and the scene in front of him was exactly the same as the description in "The Long Poem of the Night Wind".

For a while~lightnovelpub.net~ Sean didn't know whether it was he who wrote that classic, or whether it was beyond the barriers of time and was born into this world through his hands.

At this moment, his realization is that all this is beyond the limitations of his imagination and happens naturally.

He decided to integrate into such moments, and the most suitable state is to disappear.

So although he was already behind Ms. Hershey, he still took a step back and retreated into a deeper darkness...

Although a **** was born because of him, he would not claim the identity of the "God Maker".

The golden halo reflected by the torch of the oath was ignited, and the huge steaming wheel was smudged layer by layer, expanding step by step into a golden giant wheel that cut through the night, becoming a wonder in the dark snow forest.

The golden light illuminated the huge debris, and the inescapable light seemed to make him feel ashamed.

In the curtain, Yueguang and others couldn't see what happened, but they could still see the golden flames that covered the sky, as if the whole forest was on fire, and the fire obviously made Wendigo panic.

Moonlight and Evan were silent - although they knew that this was a near "miracle" created by Sean with everyone's spiritual power, the momentum was completely beyond their imagination.

At this moment, the possessed Pansha lowered his head and breathed calmly, as if he had stopped thinking and was listening to something.

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