The flames burned quietly on the Laughing Man's mask.

Not only that, the rusty heart that was loyally suspended beside the Laughing Man was also ignited at this moment, the stagnant gears were running hard, and the flames were tightly entangled on it.

What else can I say? Sean Dickinson has had enough. In the black mansion, he clenched his teeth tightly. Although his body would not be destroyed by the flames, the pain of being burned was real. What else can I say? After trying to ignore the tragic fate of those less fortunate, he finally felt that he had had enough and understood who his enemy really was.

The **** rules that have not changed for thousands of years make the poor only survive in the **** world with silence and numbness.

Although he doesn't know whether the body of Shawshank Rogers can still walk out of the Donald Brewery, but he has already made up his mind at the center of this thousand-year-old fire—

He wants to pierce the fig leaf of this world with the tip of a news investigation, and he wants to speak out for the poor. He wants to become the strongest explorer, and he wants to change the world.

Although the current situation is terrible, he is glad that he participated in Long Island Bill's affairs.

He finally understood why he came here. It's not the result of repeated weighing, he just wants to come! He wants to end everything that started from Midnight Paradise, and he wants to rush into the farthest behind-the-scenes fearlessly.

If he knew what kind of insurmountable monster was behind all this, then he would make himself stronger, so strong that he could point his sword at the tip of the monster's nose.

It was his silent declaration of war.

The tall figure that had been burned by the flames for a long time raised his eyes like a person returning from hell, piercing deeply into the back of Dionysus.

White fingers without calluses brushed over the strings, and a leisurely and clear rhyme floated out of the chaotic shouts inside and outside the inner city.

As if everything in front of him wasn't morbid enough, Phipides's pierced chest hadn't healed, and the white robe on his chest was stained red. But the emperor who played the piano seemed unaware of this, just immersed in his own epic fantasy.

The black clouds in the sky seem to be too heavy, and they sink into the world in large groups.

The air, which was clearly heated by the fire, became inexplicably icy cold. A group of officials and soldiers, including the king, felt a gust of wind pouring into the inner city.

Even setting fire to the entire city would not be enough to dispel the chill. Black mist surged onto the terrace. The emperor's accomplices whispered and turned their heads in horror. In the dark garden of the inner city, they saw a blood-freezing figure...

The figure was dressed in a black robe, carrying a sickle as huge as a crescent moon. It walked step by step in the darkness, and the black clouds that fell on the ground were like mudslides, rolling in following his footsteps, instantly withering everything.

It's the **** of death! Death is coming quietly!

…

about three minutes ago.

The three undead agents and Bill arrived under the terrace. They looked up at the face of Dionysus illuminated by the fire, and the burning smiling man controlled by Dionysus.

The assassination of the strongest among them failed to kill the Wandering God. After entering the dusty workshop, bad luck continued to befall him. From the sky full of flowers and rain to the wedding banquet, and then to this burning city... the crazy godhead of Dionysus is so powerful that it is unbelievable.

If the Laughing Man died here, they might have been completely annihilated in front of the God of Dionysus before meeting the God of Spring Talo...

In the face of such a situation, the agent of the undead made up her mind - if she needs to sacrifice, she is willing to sacrifice herself for the ultimate victory.

"Use that," she whispered.

Holy Night Executioner and Sleepless Midnight didn't answer, they just turned their heads and looked at their captain in disbelief.

"Sinde...Are you sure?" Sleepless Midnight's voice was a little hurried, "We haven't seen Talo yet, are we using 'Dead Night' here?"

"If the Laughing Man dies, this raid will be over..." The rune on the face of the undead agent has already ignited a dark green light, and she began to recruit ghost energy to prepare for a transgression that is definitely not their level .

"We have no chance of winning against Tarot alone. We can only defeat Phipides with all our strength, and leave the rest of the way to the only King."

The proxy had a clear mind, and the two teammates had no disagreements.

Bill on one side seems to have finally suppressed the creature in his body that was about to run amok, but this has drained his energy, and the ominous purple-blue roots have spread to occupy the lower half of his face, his eyes are wandering, and his face is covered with sweat , it is not easy to maintain sanity and stand here. In his field of vision, the brilliant scene in the sea of ​​ether is superimposed on the miracle of Phipides, and the strange knowledge that does not belong to him is filling his mind... If there are black book secret explorers here, they will know the reason for the person in front of him. After maintaining the symbiosis with the creations of the alien abyss for a long time, some irreversible changes have taken place in his body.

It can no longer be called Bill, but the will of the Avenger on Long Island still supports this indefinable shell.

The walker and his party stared at the ordinary people around them miserably, but they had no spare energy to take care of him. The "Witch Hunt" is like a dying candle in the wind. Without disturbing "Nero"'s wonderful fantasy on the terrace, in order to rescue the Laughing Man, they quietly disappeared into the garden.

Except for Katherine Headey, no Queen-level team can perform "miracles" without using augments, not even Sean Dickinson today.

However, when the undead agent formed his own team, he had some special plans. A senior explorer who pays a little attention will find that there is a strange connection between the two teammates she has found, plus her own mask, and the three masks.

The Walker of the Undead, the Executioner of the Holy Night, and the Sleepless Midnight form a night scene with a strong breath of death among the three.

Unbeknownst to junior esoteric seekers, there is an implicit connection between some of the masks, and if that connection can be unearthed and a team assembled...

It is possible to gain super-standard power with a relatively small soul size.

Taking the agents of the undead as the main axis, the miracle they developed is called "Dead Night", which means "the night when the **** of death comes".

But after all, it is small and big, and the size of its miracles is small. It can only call out the incarnation of the gods, but cannot maintain the corresponding scene, so it cannot be named with an official name, and can only be replaced by an abbreviation.

However, even for this shortened version of the miracle, the price for their team is immeasurable—

Because they use weak souls to usurp, after the death **** appears and completes the mission, he will make a life bet with the main summoner.

Once the luck is bad, the price of overtaking is death.

Therefore, the shock shown before Sleepless Midnight is actually understandable. However, as the agent said, they must leave the rest of the road to the Laughing Man.

In the dark garden, tall palm trees and various damp shrubs isolated the tragedy of the burning city, and the cries of the people seemed far away. With such an effect, it is no wonder that the emperor's accomplices can feel so at ease.

The three explorers, who were silent in the atmosphere, were lifeless, and the outlines of their bodies melted into the darkness.

Sleepless Midnight acts as a witness in this ancient ritual. He closed his eyes, tapped his forehead and cheekbones with three fingers respectively, and deeply hypnotized himself. After opening his eyes again, he had turned into a night owl staying in the treetops, his eyes staring at the deepest part of the darkness~ lightnovelpub.net~ The priest is the Executioner of the Holy Night. He exhaled a breath of cold air, turned the iron chain, and smashed the steel coffin on his back into the soil. It can almost be traced back to the ancient pronunciation of the Mesopotamia period when the text was just born, like an ancient relic that traveled through time. The throat of the dead descended into the present world, outlining the legendary River Styx, Hades and the Black Pyramid...

The person who welcomes you is the agent of the dead. She restrained her original human traits, and the inscription on her skull mask representing daily soul accumulation receded like a countdown. crow…

Bill, who was asked to stand far away, blinked. Originally, his attention was completely attracted by the wonders in the sea of ​​ether, but suddenly he felt a chill, and he heard the ominous singing, so he had to turn his attention to the darkness that the three of them deliberately opened...

...is it a hallucination? Bill's eyes, stained with bewildered starlight, suddenly widened...he saw it!

He saw that there was a huge black door in the thickest darkness, and amid the trembling welcome of the walker, the black door engraved with legendary scenes opened sharply!