Zong Jiu's servant took the walking stick that the other party respectfully handed over.

The whole body of the walking stick is made of unknown fragrant wood, and the top is inlaid with a huge sapphire, which reflects a clear halo. When held in the hand, it feels heavy and heavy.

The magician grabbed the stick in his hand and weighed it around, and found an engraved Duke's family crest on the stick.

The butler lowered his head, his eyes only dared to fall on the sapphire.

This humble human will certainly not know that this is the shining jewel of hope known as the "Heart of the Sea" in the empire, and it is also a family heirloom passed down by the Duke's family for many years.

Your Excellency the Duke has the right to go to the field, and the meaning behind this cane is naturally needless to say.

As long as this cane is in hand, even the royal family can't give orders by leapfrogging. Seeing the cane is like seeing the Duke.

However, Zong Jiu didn't look flattered at all. After turning a few times in his hand, he threw it back to the housekeeper without hesitation.

The butler was scared and trembling, and he hurriedly picked it up, for fear that he might hit the cane on the ground and knock out any corners. It would not be enough to chop him off ten heads.

"You tell him I don't need it."

After putting down these words, Zong Jiu left without looking back, too lazy to see what the other person's expression was like.

This area is the residence of the Lord Duke, and no ordinary people who do not have long eyes dare to come to the aristocratic territory to make trouble. Under the command of the devil, no servant dared to stop it. So Zong Jiushi left this huge manor smoothly.

After walking away from the manor, he quickly passed a disguise and hurried towards the circus.

Because I really didn't want to ride in that human carriage, there was not even a bicycle in this era, so Zong Jiu had no choice but to walk.

The Duke’s Manor is in the center of the Royal City, very close to the Royal City and not far from the circus.

It's night, and you can get there in tens of minutes if you run.

Having said that, Zong Jiu frowned: "Sub-system, can you contact the Tuyumen?"

Tu Yumen and him are separated, and the two share a system. How can they still be able to contact each other through the sub-system.

[Although it is a violation of the rules of the game to communicate privately between trainees, but...]

Obviously, the sub-system also remembered that he and the two trainees belonged to the grasshopper on the same line.

So it was silent for a while, and quietly released a piece of water [You can use a piloting skill, every time the judgment is successful, you can refresh the opponent's coordinate position once]

Zong Jiu bends the corner of his mouth and rolled a ten-sided dice.

......

On the other side, the situation of Tu Yumen was not much better.

He was squatting down/over, quietly squeezing into the kitchen of the underground farm.

Because of the lack of raw materials, the chef ran to the slaughterhouse to procure the goods, carrying a spatula and did not know what to do.

Now in the kitchen, only the flame is burning on the stove, there are some **** pieces of meat that are needed for side dishes, and there are a series of colorful bottles and jars on the table, which is quiet and unbelievable.

But fortunately, there are a lot of baskets with ingredients, one by one, taller than a person, and they are full of things.

For example, this basket of cabbage next to Tuyumen, another basket of carrots, and another basket of potatoes next to it.

The Onmyoji shrank into this large pile of ingredients, shrinking himself into it.

I don't know why, Domemon feels a little strange now.

After running out of the basement of the cult, he used the stealth props again and ran all the way to his life.

But I don't know what's going on. I may have been running around and didn't have time to think about it before. Now the Onmyoji squatted down and thought about it, and found many of these problems.

It seemed that the chasers who came to chase him seemed a bit too casual.

Randomly until the two black cloak sect members that I saw at the beginning did not even show up at all. All of them appeared on the road, and even gradually, there were fewer and fewer chasing soldiers...

Reminiscent of the conversation he overheard in the conference room not long ago, Tomimon felt that something was not quite right.

After pondering for a while, the Onmyoji turned the ten-sided dice and listened.

Before a walking magician took his luck, his luck could be called smuggling, not to mention a hundred shots, but at least a little better than ordinary people.

[Your throwing result is 13/20, listening to judge success]

[You feel that your hearing suddenly becomes sharp, and you can easily hear the sound in the corridor outside behind a wall]

"Hey, did you see that husky that ran away?"

"I didn't see it, it's alright, I'll almost go back to life. The adults in the cult have told me not to chase too far, just be scared, they can't escape on Carnival anyway."

"Indeed, the prey that was branded early, as long as there is a magic circle, it can't escape the hands of the adults of the cult on the day of the carnival, and they are scattered."

......

Tu Yumen was taken aback, and a certain thread was connected in his head with an "ooh".

His eyes widened, only then did he realize that he had overlooked a very fatal problem.

He and the magician were summoned to this super S-class instance world, which can be confirmed from the system.

There are summoning spells in the Onmyoji, but the Onmyoji summons Shiki.

This type of summoning spells, whether they are from the East or the West, have the same significant in common.

For example, if the summoned cannot resist the first time...

Of course it cannot be resisted a second time.

It's no wonder that when he overheard the conversation between the two sect survivors, the two survivors said that it didn't matter if the Duke sent the magician back. Anyway, there was a magic circle.

"Why would I forget about this, because I am still an onmyoji, and it is almost the same if I am a fool."

He was so angry that he smashed his head with his fist on the spot: "It's over, if this is the case, those survivors must be positioned on me and the magician, ah ah ah ah, but I don't have the ability of an onmyoji now. What the **** is going to do—"

"Puff, yes, you are quite stupid."

Just when Tuyumen was full of tears and emotions, why he was so incapable of extermination of Onmyoji, the magician's lazy voice suddenly sounded over his head.

Tu Yumen froze for a moment and then jumped up with a stride.

"Fuck, when did you come? It scared me to death!"

He was startled, and he didn't react until he saw Zong Jiu's teasing face.

"...You have been running, do you know how many pilots I threw to find you?"

When it comes to this, Zong Jiu is also out of anger.

I don't know what Zhuge An's hands and feet were in the luck of the two of them. After Zong Jiu and Tu Yumen separated, his own luck became extremely unstable.

Forget it, and finally succeeded in making a single die. As a result, the coordinates of the Tuyumen changed again, causing Zong Jiu to run around here.

He pretended that he was good, but many animals saw the Duke's family crest on his suit and thought he was a big man, so they put him in.

Zong Jiu didn't expect that he threw back the cane sent by the devil, and he could still get some light from the puppet npc controlled by the other party. It was a bit magical to think about it.

However, there are advantages that do not take the bastard, and this is not what he actively wants to take.

So Zong Jiu swaggered into the underground farm as a big man this time, looking for traces of Tuyumen nearby.

"Well, now is not the time to say this."

He briefly recounted what he had experienced all day and night in a few words, "How about you?"

"me......"

Tu Yumen cried his face: "The position given to us by the survivalists in us, no matter where we escape, as long as they draw a magic circle on the ground on the day of the carnival festival, they can summon us anytime and anywhere."

This is really bad news. Especially when Zong Jiu asked about the excessive system, the sub-system also indicated that all the skills of the ten-sided dice were powerless for this counter-summoning.

"Don't worry." Zong Jiu put his index finger on his chin and fell into thinking: "You mean, nearly half of the survivors 20 years ago were actually not dead, and even hung down and established a belief in the evil gods. Cult?"

The Onmyoji nodded, "The animals in this copy firmly believe in an evil **** named Sadha Hegla. The Sussex Manuscript says Sadha Hegla is just an incarnation, and he has more The supreme ontology. However, even the manuscript also says that believing in this evil **** is completely crazy, because from the moment you believe in the evil god...the mind will be eroded by the inexplicable ignorance and darkness. , Became crazy."

"But they still believe in him unswervingly, and they prepare a carnival festival every ten years. In fact, the festival is a ceremony used to sacrifice to the evil god. It is said that the evil **** can only choose a satisfactory sacrifice. Will show mercy and realize the wishes of the cultists."

This is not quite right.

Survivors in the infinite loop rarely have faith, and even if they do, they cannot believe in evil gods. Even if it were placed twenty years ago, these survivors would not be so profitable that they would run into a horrible copy to promote cults.

Unless...this Super S Grade dungeon itself has a tradition of believing in cults and evil gods.

Just when Zong Jiu realized this, a warm reminder came from the subsystem.

[Trigger key clues, inspiration check, please]

I have to say that Zong Jiu's luck at the Tuyumen's side is getting better again.

[Your throwing result is 21/35, the inspiration judgment is successful]

[Some memory fragments that are hard to be noticed are suddenly connected in your mind, and some of the previously overlooked details are also constantly pieced together along this clue, so you seem to have a new situation in front of you, extremely bold Speculation...]

Accompanied by the cold mechanical sound of the subsystem, Zong Jiu suddenly recalled the part that he and Tu Yumen hadn't noticed when they were searching for clues in the underground farm.

For example... when standing above the farm and looking down, you can see a pigsty that is obviously too large. No matter how you look at the body shape, it doesn't fit the human being with a small stature. There are many architectural styles that are unreasonable and not even suitable for animals but humans. There are also some strange facilities in the underground farm, everything seems to be reversed with the real world.

Zhuge An once said that the source of all horror copies is the real world. No matter how absurd, it is impossible to divorce from the background of reality.

But in this world, something is obviously going too far.

Under the blessing of the successful judgment of inspiration, Zong Jiuru is divinely helpful.

"Wait, you just said that if the evil **** is summoned, the wish can be fulfilled successfully?"

The dungeon that was suddenly dragged from the light dimension to the dark dimensionality, and the darkness that was ubiquitous like the plague, was flooded in this dungeon. Crazy animals, cruel domination, pathological class system and concepts.

Suddenly disconnected from the main system, the survivors who were left in the dungeon volunteered to become the mainstay of the sect, and even practiced black magic, intending to perform the festival again. Even...religious faith.

Under what circumstances can survivors who have no faith be allowed to voluntarily and devoutly believe in the evil god, racking their brains to summon the evil **** a second time?

unless--

"Then you said, twenty years ago...Is it possible that the evil **** has been summoned successfully once?"

See it with your own eyes.

And, I realized my wish once.