"Even if you call that kid Arthur over, it doesn't make any sense."

Time seemed to freeze.

Even Night Breeze held his breath.

The huge pressure that made people's breathing stagnate was suppressed like darkness.

Sean and his party didn't do anything, because the deterrence was beyond imagination.

"How did you find out, eh? The Sea of ​​Shimmer?"

Sean didn't answer. He turned around slowly and looked at the "monster" standing in the darkness.

"Oh..." If you pay attention, you will find that Pan Sha's voice has changed, it is no longer that harsh and nervous voice, replaced by a lazy and mellow tone, "They found this guy's body Already." The unknown person pointed to himself.

"You must be wondering why I didn't dispose of Pan Sha's body?"

Four pairs of eyes stared straight at each other, like a pack of wolves staring at a lion that suddenly appeared.

"Because..." he said to himself, with a kind of self-satisfaction in his words, "if a surprise can't be discovered, then it's not a surprise."

Seeing Sean's expression, the unknown person was amused: "This is what I was looking forward to."

"Who are you?" Sean asked softly. The palm of the hand holding the flashlight is already wet.

The uninvited guest slowly raised a hand and raised his hat.

In the process, he changed like a shadow.

"Whoever will eventually shake the world will be silent for a long time."

"Whoever will ignite the lightning in the end will drift like a cloud for a long time..."

The black sun soars into the sky, unstoppable.

The straight figure stood in the darkness.

The place where the other party was standing was obviously a depression, but inexplicably rose in the eyes of Xiao En and the others, as if standing on a peak overlooking it.

The black dress was spotless, and a cane rested comfortably on the ground.

Overlook the world like a king.

"It's a pleasure to meet you."

"My humble name in the world is...

"Freder W. Nietzsche."

He didn't seem to be proud of his identity and name, he just introduced it plainly.

Friedrich Nietzsche.

He's one of only two Joker classes in the Mystic Society.

Sean and the others looked up at the figure, momentarily speechless.

It was this figure who took Ivan away from the cabin.

Sean Dickinson couldn't imagine that the person who planned all this was actually the vice president of the Mystery Seekers Association.

Due to fear and anger, Moonlight·1902 could no longer calm down. He was about to raise his hand to attack, but he noticed that Xiao En raised a hand to stop him.

Staring into his own eyes, the captain slowly shook his head.

Moonlight hadn't seen this level of seriousness in Xiao En's eyes for a long time.

Sean used his sight to guide the moonlight to observe behind Nietzsche.

In the darkness behind Black Joker, stood a weird little girl.

The little girl in the black dress holds a puppet in her arms, the puppet's eyes are shining

She exudes a stronger pressure than Paixitrike.

Another demigod level...

Moonlight's pupils shrank to the size of a needle eye.

After calming down and diverting his attention away from Nietzsche, Moonlight finally became clear.

Only then did he realize that there were still a few beings standing in the forest surrounding them.

one two three four five six…

There are a total of six demigod-level battle forces, completely surrounding them.

Sean's team has never enjoyed this level of treatment.

"Now, here's the thing..." Nietzsche tapped his cane, stepped down the high slope, and his heels tapped. Only then did he realize that Night Breeze didn't dare to make a sound.

"I originally had seven in my collection." He raised his hand and made a gesture of seven.

"You destroyed one of them." Named The Train of Death—Peichtrick.

His gesture changed to six.

"It also messed up my new work." Raging Hunger - Wendigo.

Standing on the flat ground, Nietzsche was half a head taller than Sean.

"You must be very strange, why didn't I stop you..."

Nietzsche pauses the narrative, allowing silence to fill the place.

Then he leaned forward and looked directly at Sean: "It was because I found it interesting."

Questers with divine powers are not uncommon, but very rare.

"Then because..." He narrowed his eyes, "I found a more collectible collection."

His gaze scanned the entire team, and then stopped in Sean's gaze.

"you…"

"-you."

The torch of the oath ran through Sean's bones, which made him regain his composure: "I'm afraid we are not collectibles, sir."

"You have to make up for my loss, don't you?" Taking a closer look, this top-notch explorer known for his philosophy and literature has white hair in the middle of his beard and hair. "For you, I have given you far more patience than others."

Panza's body has not yet been collected.

Facing the threat, Sean didn't speak: if conflict can be avoided, avoid it.

There was a smile on the old man's face, and there were wrinkles at the corners of his eyes. The calmness like the sea was receding, as if he could feel a passionate sun rising: "In this age when the Holy Father is dead, my whole life Everyone is looking forward to the birth of 'Superman'."

There was a frenzied gleam in the old man's eyes—a frenzied gleam that didn't match his age:

"The one who surpasses humans; the one who surpasses himself; the one who surpasses gods..."

"I see a lot of possibilities."

"Sea of ​​Shimmer, you are now one of them."

The philosopher straightened up, his eyes wandered, and he said in a low voice: "However, the fruit is not yet ripe, and there is no point in picking it...

"I'll give you, give you time."

When the cane fell to the ground, he raised a finger, and his voice became softer: "One year."

At the same time, everyone in the team, including Sean, saw something above their field of vision.

They raised their heads in unison.

It was a hazy sun, and the edge of the sun seemed to be eaten away by something, missing a tiny corner.

In their field of vision, a slow total solar eclipse can be seen.

They all understood the meaning of this scene—the total solar eclipse in their eyes was very long, and it would last for a year.

A year later, the Black Sun will be born.

A phantom of a solar eclipse, superimposed on a tall man.

"One year later, if you have collection value, I will include you in the collection."

"If not..." Nietzsche walked forward, passing Xiao En and everyone, his voice was as light as the wind, "I will kill you with my own hands."

"Enjoy your last freedom."

Nietzsche went into darkness.

After that figure disappeared, the breathing of the three of Sean could be heard.

"We must tell President Phillips!" Moonlight's voice was suppressed, staring fiercely at the "sun" that only they could see.

Sean shook his head~lightnovelpub.net~ Lingzhi finally unlocked the unactivated black gold fountain pen: "It's useless—

"Nietzsche integrated the forces within the association against the president, and he was backed by the trust and the real power of the court...

"If we told Phillips, Arthur, or anyone, it would spark a war that our side is not prepared for..."

"And this situation is in favor of the Black Joker.

"We must not be impulsive."

When the three of them saw Xiao En's eyes, their originally scattered hearts calmed down.

The four of Sean came together, staring at the direction Nietzsche left in the dim light.

"Collect collections?"

"I will make him regret it." Shimmering Sea said softly, looking at the empty forest.