Mu Heng retracted his gaze.
No matter where the black-robed man is now, without the stone of the abyss, it is impossible to create the next crack in the abyss.
So for him, there is only one last option left.
Mu Heng stepped forward casually, and the shadow of a long sword appeared in his palm.
The sword light passed by, and the blood sealed the throat.
Xu Feng's eyes widened in horror, and the expression on his face was frozen in the last second before death.
The air wall had disappeared, his broken twisted limbs lost support, and he lay softly on the ground, the red blood slowly spreading.
Mu Heng shook off the blood from the sword and withdrew his gaze indifferently.
-The day the blood moon comes is when the abyss opens.
It seemed that it was time to talk to the group of heretics.
…
"Then why are you sending the dragon back now?"
Wen Yao stared deeply at the tightly bound man in black robes, and asked slowly.
"..."
The black robe man looked back at her.
The face covered with blue and black bulging meridians looked deformed and ugly, and his pale lips twitched, as if a fleeting smile passed across his face.
Immediately afterwards, his eyelids drooped, covering the pale and muddy blue eyes.
He closed his eyes and said no more.
For some reason, Wen Yao's attitude made Wen Yao very uneasy.
She frowned and stepped forward sharply:
"Hey, let me ask you something, have you—"
At this moment, the door behind made a beep and slowly opened from the outside.
Those who walked in were from the Administration:
"Captain Wen, it's time."
Wen Yao finally took a deep look at the black-robed man in front of him who closed his eyes and didn't talk, then took a deep breath and said:
"… I see."
She came this time not only to meet the black-robed man before everything started, but also to escort him to the venue for the ceremony.
People from the administration escorted the black-robed man out of the closed cell.
The black-robed man walked out obediently, his robes were already ruined and ragged, looking as if he had been burned by fire, dirty and dusty, heavy shackles on his withered ankles, following him There was a clinking metal crash as she walked around.
Watching the back of the black-robed man disappear into the carriage, Wen Yao retracted his gaze and walked in the direction responsible for guarding the mercenary captain.
"how?"
The mercenary looked at the capable brown-haired and brown-skinned woman in front of him with his explicit gaze, and slowly revealed a suggestive smile:
"Yes... Is there anything else?"
Wen Yao ignored this.
She pointed to the direction of the carriage and asked, "How do you know what this person is saying is true?"
"What?" The mercenary frowned.
Wen Yao frowned and asked, "Do you just believe that he will give you real information? Are you not afraid that he will give you wrong information on purpose?"
The mercenary sneered:
"This doesn’t need you to worry about it. Our leader has props to ensure that this person is absolutely telling the truth. Even your leader has seen it with his own eyes. Of course, if you want to have a drink together tonight, I’ll be there. I can take you..."
Halfway through what he said, he was blocked by the professional indifferent gaze of the opposite woman:
"Thank you, it's still not possible."
Wen Yao nodded at him, then turned into the car.
There were only four people in the huge carriage. The man in black robes who was firmly bound, Wen Yao, a subordinate of an administrative bureau, was already a mercenary.
The escort vehicle started and drove forward slowly.
The black robe man sat in the back without saying a word, his eyes closed tightly, if it weren't for the ups and downs of his chest, it would almost make people suspect that he was dead.
Wen Yao lowered his eyes, a little absent-minded.
If the mercenary is right, the ceremony proposed by the black-robed man in front of him is not fake.
He actually wants to send the dragon back to the abyss
Wen Yao found it hard to believe it.
She squinted her eyes slightly, and her gaze fell on the black-robed man sitting across from her.
The director of the bureau may not know this group of people, but she is different.
Since entering the bureau for so many years, she has had more than one confrontation with this group of black-robed people, and before Mu Heng left, she had given her a task, which was to study the files and information of this group of infidels.
Combining the information and actual combat experience, Wen Yao confirmed one point.
—This group of heretics are lunatics.
They are fanatics, regardless of the cost and by any means.
Death and pain are pleasure and pursuit for them. They will not fear or be corrupted. Threats and bribes are of no use to them.
Intuition tells Wen Yao that there is definitely a problem here.
But in this situation, she cannot withdraw.
Wen Yao knew that she was definitely not irreplaceable.
If she withdraws, the director of the bureau will immediately let her men come and take over.
This is a logical ultra vires.
If she does not take the initiative to join in, not only will she not be able to participate in the process of this ceremony, but will also cause the power of the Combat Division to be emptied...especially when it is not known when Mu Heng will return.
However, even if she cooperates now, the director still cares that she is Mu Heng's confidant.
All her contact equipment was taken away over there, cutting off all the ways to get in touch with the outside world.
In addition, as a civilian who climbed up from the bottom, Wen Yao was helpless at the upper level of the administration.
Now we can only wait for the moment.
Everything is ready for the ceremony.
The magic circle drawn by blood shone on the ground with an evil and ominous luster. Shi Zechun and Shi Rui didn't know whether it was because of too much blood loss or because of too much panic. They shivered in the corner with white faces.
The necessary abyss stone was transported and placed in the center of the formation.
The black-robed man slowly walked forward, the shackles under his feet clanking, he knelt down before the formation, and pressed his palms in the sticky blood.
Complex and ancient spells were spit out from his mouth.
It was obviously not loud, but everyone present felt dizzy and deafening.
A weird red light rises from the ground, the wind is hovering in the air, and the gray-black clouds cover the sky and lift up dust and gravel, making people almost unable to open their eyes.
The most terrifying thing is the intense magic pressure rising from the magic circle.
There seemed to be some ancient and ghostly power in it, which almost captured everyone’s minds, like a terrifying magnetic field, making everyone present
The whole ceremony is as long as centuries have passed.
The black-robed man stood up tremblingly. He looked a hundred years older than before. The ugly cyan lines had covered his entire face, and his right eye was covered by a very thick white pan. He was obviously blind. Up.
However, the corners of his mouth slowly lifted upwards, revealing a secretive smile.
No one knows better than him, how persistent a Mu family will be to Long.
However, soon, the entire continent will know.
The black-robed man looked around slowly.
Although the ceremony has ended, the powerful magic pressure has not disappeared, and everyone is still being dominated by that trance state.
He retracted his gaze, and the smile at the corner of his mouth became deeper.
His mission is over.
-Next, it's time to deal with the only problem.
The black robe man's muddy eyes flashed with joy, and then he opened his mouth. Exhausting all his strength, he bit his tongue hard.
As long as the troubles are dealt with, there will no longer be a way to crack this game.
How enjoyable it is.
In the next second, a hand squeezed his chin firmly, but his slender fingers were like copper cast iron at the moment, full of terrible power, and then twisted to the side with force—
"Crack."
A clear sound of bone rubbing sounded, and the black robe man's jaw was removed.
…Wh, what
The only pupil in the black robe man who could see things suddenly shrank, he turned his head slowly, and looked towards the blind spot on his right.
The brown-haired and brown-skinned woman was panting violently, with one hand hanging on her side, half of her sleeve was stained dazzling scarlet with blood, and drops of blood were still dripping down at this moment, falling ticking. on the ground.
Among the broken fabrics, there are faintly visible bone scars.
It was wounded by her own weapon.
She is relying on this to stay awake in the pressure of the magic.
Wen Yao raised his eyes.
A pair of honey-colored pupils were shining with scorching fire, and she gave a short laugh, her face seemed to be half a meter with a blade with a formidable determination, she leaned forward and lowered her voice:
"Be good, don't use your brains."
"..."
Seeing Shi'an lying in the treasure pile not far away, the demon worm showed an expression of indescribable expression:
"That... Your lord..."
Shi An raised his head: "Huh?"
The demon worm asked carefully: "Couldn't you be..."
"What?" The boy tilted his head.
"miss… "
The Demon Insect took a deep breath, and then reluctantly, he squatted out the remaining words:
"... That human, right?"
Shi An was startled.
He sat up from the treasure pile, a pair of red-gold vertical pupils staring at the monster not far away for an instant, as if he was thinking about something.
The devil was chilled behind his back:
"Big, my lord, what's the matter?"
Shi An didn't speak or move.
It swallowed its saliva and tried to make up for itself: "I, I just said casually, don't take it too seriously... After all, you are a proud and noble dragon. How can a small human affect you? How do you feel? Wait, I will give the following orders so that they can find the treasure according to your request..."
The Demon Worm didn't finish speaking, Shi An blinked and interrupted it:
"you're right."
Devil: "... Huh?"
Shi An jumped from the treasure pile: "You are right!"
Devil: "???"
The irritability and absent-mindedness of the young man were swept away, the golden red eyes seemed to be instantly ignited, and the vigorous vitality was jumping deep in his eyes, he leaned down and caught the demon insect in his hand.
The demon worm hasn't been treated like this for a long time. It panicked, and several thin legs fluttered in the air:
"Wait! Your lord! What are you doing!"
Shi An placed the Demon Insect in his palm and lifted it to a position flush with his face.
He said seriously:
"Yes, I am a proud and noble dragon.
Therefore, as long as the things that belong to me, don't want to move anyone—whether it is the treasures that were thrown on the mainland or Mu Heng, they are all my possessions. "
"mine."
Shi An increased his tone and repeated it slowly.
He squinted his eyes and showed a pleasant smile:
"So, I want to go back to the mainland and grab my things back."