The flame was silent, burning on the mask of the smiling man.

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 gritted his teeth tightly. Although his body would not be destroyed by this flame, the pain of being burned was real. What else can I say? After trying to ignore the tragic fate of the 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 have allowed the poor to survive in a **** world where they can only survive through silence and numbness.

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

He wants to pierce the fig leaf of this world with the tip of the investigative pen, and he wants to speak up for the poor. He wants to become the strongest explorer, and he wants to change the world.

Although the situation is terrible, he is thankful that he participated in the Long Island Bill and their affairs.

He finally understood why he was here. It's not the result of repeated weighing, he just wants to come! He wants to end everything that started in Midnight Paradise, and he wants to rush into the deepest behind the scenes without fear.

If he knew what the insurmountable monster was behind all of this, he would make himself stronger enough to point a sword at the tip of the monster's nose.

This is his silent declaration of war.

The tall figure that had been burnt by the flames for a long time, with a pair of eyes lifted like a person who had returned from hell, pierced deeply into the back of Bacchus.

White fingers without calluses brushed the strings, and there was a leisurely rhyme in the chaotic shouts outside the inner city.

As if everything in front of him was not morbid enough, the pierced chest of Philipdis did not heal, and the white robe on his chest was stained red. But the emperor who played the qin seemed to be unaware of this, just immersed in his own epic fantasy.

The black clouds in the sky seemed to be too heavy, sinking into the world in large groups.

The air, which was obviously warmed by the fire, became inexplicably freezing cold. A group of ministers and soldiers, including the king, felt a gust of gloomy wind pouring into the inner city.

Even igniting the entire city's fire would not be enough to dispel the chill. The black mist poured onto the terrace, and the emperor's accomplices whispered and turned around in horror. In the dark garden of the inner city, they saw a figure whose blood froze...

The figure was dressed in a black robe and carried a scythe as large as a crescent moon. It walked step by step in the darkness, and the black clouds that fell to 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 of the undead agents and Bill arrived under the terrace, and they looked up at the Dionysian face illuminated by the fire, and the burning smiling man controlled by the Dionysian.

The assassination of the strongest among them failed to kill the wandering god, and after entering the dusty workshop, bad luck continued to come. From the rain of flowers in the sky to the wedding feast, and then to this burning fire... The madness of the **** of wine is unbelievably powerful.

If the Laughing Man were to die here, they might be wiped out in front of the Bacchus before they met Taro, the God of Spring...

In the face of such a situation, the undead agent made a determination-if sacrifice is required, then for the final victory, she is willing to sacrifice herself.

"Use that," she whispered.

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

"Sinde... Are you sure?" Sleepless Midnight's voice was a little hurried, "We haven't seen Tarot yet, so 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 had already lit up with a dark green light, and she began to collect the qi, for a tyrannical transgression that was definitely not their level. Prepare.

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

The agent's thinking is clear, and the two teammates have no different opinions.

Bill on one side seemed to have finally suppressed the creature that was about to go berserk in his body, but this had drained his energy, and the ominous purple-blue roots had spread over the lower half of his face, his eyes wandering, his face covered in sweat. , it is not easy to maintain sanity standing here. Within his field of vision, the splendid sight of the etheric sea is superimposed on the miracle of Philipdis, and strange knowledge that does not belong to him is filling his mind... If there is a black book explorer here, he will know who is in front of him. Due to maintaining the same world symbiosis with the creation of the different abyss for a long time, its body has undergone some irreversible changes.

It can't be called Bill anymore, but the will of the Avenger on Long Island is still supporting the indefinable body.

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

With the exception of Katherine Headey, no Queen-level team can create "miracles" without using boosters, not even Sean Dickinson today.

However, when the undead agent formed his own team, he had a special plan. Senior explorers will notice that there is a strange connection between the two teammates she has found, plus her own mask, among the three masks.

The agent of the dead, the executioner of the holy night and the sleepless midnight, the three constitute a night scene with a strong breath of death.

What the junior explorers don't know is that there is an implicit connection between certain masks, and if this connection can be discovered and a team formed...

You can gain super-spec power with a small soul volume.

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

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

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

Because of their arrogance with weak souls, after Death appears to complete his mission, he will make a life bet with the main summoner.

Once you are unlucky, the price of trespassing is death.

Therefore, the shock shown by Sleepless before midnight is actually understandable. However, as the agent said, they must leave the road behind to the Laughing Man.

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

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

Sleepless Midnight acts as a witness in this ancient ritual. He closed his eyes, placed his three fingers on his forehead and cheekbones, and deeply hypnotized himself. After opening his eyes again, he had turned into a night owl who stayed in the treetops, staring into the deepest part of the darkness.

The priest who played the role of the priest was the Holy Night Executioner~lightnovelpub.net~ He spit out a breath of cold air, turned the chain, and smashed the steel coffin on his back into the soil, which can almost be traced back to the two rivers where words were just born. The ancient pronunciations of the basin period, like ancient relics that traveled through time, came to the world through the throat of the executioner, and outlined the legendary River Styx, Hades and the Black Pyramid...

The person who welcomes you is the agent of the undead. She has restrained the characteristics that belonged to humans originally, and the inscriptions on her skull mask representing the accumulation of daily souls retreated like a countdown, in exchange for the vigorous fire burning on her body, like a huge ferry waiting respectfully on the other side of the River Styx crow……

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

...is it a hallucination? Bill's star-stained eyes suddenly widened...he saw it!

He saw that there was a huge black door in the thickest darkness, and the black door engraved with the legendary scene opened wide in the trembling welcome of the agent!