Born to Be Rebellious [Quick Transmigration]

Chapter 32: Ragnarok

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This is the first time Ge Xiu has seen above the abyss.

It was a vast expanse of desolate, pitch-black scorched earth, jagged rocks everywhere, hills and abyss crisscrossed, like hideous and ugly scars.

The blood moon hung in the distant sky, half obscured by the rough horizon.

Under the dim moonlight, there was no sign of life remaining on the vast and dead continent, and the silence was terrifying.

Ge Xiu lowered his head, moved his fingers gently, and then tentatively removed the dark elements covering the wound.

The ferocious wound that had been cut longitudinally had no longer felt any pain. The reddish-brown blood had coagulated into a thick layer of blood scab, covering the slender wrist. Tender meat.

He quickly checked the wounds left on his body from the battle just now, and found that he didn't know when it started. Those deep or shallow bloodstains had begun to heal quickly, and some of them had even disappeared. Only Pale skin stained with blood.

On the inside of the wrist, blue blood vessels and looming pale red marks are intertwined, looking evil and bewitching. The totem that seems to be alive is slowly twisting, trying to break through the shackles and tear open the texture and skin.

The red trace of the totem is deeper, to the point where it is almost impossible to ignore.

Ge Xiu looked up at the nearly full blood moon embedded on the horizon not far away.

He can feel that his power is gradually increasing with the completion of the moon wheel.

The dark elements within a radius of several kilometers are happily restless, entangled around Ge Xiu's side and fingertips, actively agitating under the control of his thoughts, as long as his thoughts move, he can be kneaded into whatever he wants. various shapes.

This kind of power is intoxicating, but also extremely dangerous - it is a delayed equivalent exchange, and although he doesn't know what the price is now, it will be paid off sooner or later.

… how wonderful.

Ge Xiu slowly took a deep breath. The dry and icy air scraped at the enterprise tube and poured into the lung cavity, causing a slight tingling, as if to imprison the dark element that was jumping and pulsing in the air in the body and embedded in his own blood.

The sense of extreme danger that seemed to dance on the tip of a knife stimulated the nerves in the body, causing a shudder of excitement from head to toe.

The previous demon race was probably aimed at him, and the totem on his body might also have something to do with it.

If his guess is correct, the pursuers must arrive soon.

The smile on Ge Xiu's lips deepened uncontrollably, the depths of his dark pupils contained a feeling of excitement that was almost excited, the scarlet blood moon in the distance was reflected in the gloomy iris, like a round of icy red scimitars, in the dark. Shiny in.

So... what's next

he thought happily.

The fingertips hanging on his side moved slightly, and the rich dark elements rushed forward like docile pets, and they clung to his body to please him, and the little wolf who was limping behind him was also wrapped up, The air-tightness obscured by the delicious scent of living creatures perfectly blends into the rugged wasteland.

On the silent wasteland, the howling north wind was like an icy blade, rolling past the ground, mercilessly erasing all traces.

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A huge teleportation array spread out between the canyons, shining the steep rock walls into blood red.

Several tall demons stepped out of the teleportation array. They were all tall, with huge bone wings tucked behind them, and the tip of the curved long horn on the top of their heads reflected a little scarlet light.

There was clearly a massacre in the narrow valley.

Countless broken corpses and viscera were mixed all over the ground and cliffs. The red and yellow were intertwined, and the original color could hardly be seen.

A blood-soaked demon was already waiting in front of the formation. He knelt down on one knee in the pool of blood and lowered his head to the ground: "Sir."

The demons headed by them have dark purple eyes. He glanced coldly at his subordinates who were mixed with worm blood, human blood and demon blood, and frowned in extreme disgust: "To be so embarrassed by the low-minded creatures in the abyss. Ace, after returning home, he punished."

The demon named Ace shuddered and lowered his head deeply again: "Yes."

The noble stared at him for a few seconds, and suddenly ordered:

"look up."

Ace didn't dare to hesitate at all, and raised his head obediently the moment the other party's voice fell, revealing a handsome face stained with blood in the other party's line of sight.

The noble stepped gracefully over the corpses everywhere, walked to Ace, stretched out long sharp and curved black nails, and touched Ace's forehead.

The next second, the chanting of the incantation sounded.

As the low and complicated syllables sounded, an almost tragic howl of pain broke through Ace's lips. The terrifying screams that seemed not to be able to be made by living things echoed in the valley, but the nobles who cast the spells were iron-hearted and looked like iron and stone. Nothing changed, his lips moved, and the rest of the spell was completed.

A thin black thread was pulled out from between Ace's eyebrows.

Immediately afterwards, the filaments spread into a hazy mist, shrouding the two demons standing and kneeling in it, and countless moving phantoms wandered in the air.

The slender figure of the young man jumped between the intermittent pictures, as if a wisp of smoke swayed in the darkness, which could be blown away in just one breath.

The color of the purple eyes of the demon nobles deepened, appearing more and more gorgeous in the dark. He chased the boy's figure with his eyes, tracing the brighter red lines on his skin that were exposed during the battle, with a greedy and fanatic expression.

Finally, Ace twitched and fell down, smashing heavily into the dirty and smelly corpse.

The aristocrat withdrew his hand, rubbed the sticky human blood between his fingers with the pulp of his fingers, put his nose to the tip of his nose and sniffed deeply, and whispered almost obsessively:

"… That's right, it's him."

He took out a silk handkerchief from his pocket, wiped the human blood stained on his fingers with graceful movements, and then threw the delicate and expensive handkerchief onto the ground stained with blood and corpses without mercy. He waved his hand and ordered Said: "Block this area, expand the teleportation array, let the goblins and golems start a carpet search from here, and send the demons to patrol in the sky, and use all means to find him before the full moon."

He added with a gloomy expression: "The Mage Tower has calculated the exact date of the full moon this time - three months later."

The subordinates were ordered to leave.

"Mr. Melville, are you sure?" A high-level demon standing beside him frowned and said slowly, "This full moon night is three hundred years earlier than we expected."

Melville raised his eyebrows sneeringly: "Don't you trust the mage tower under my command? Your Highness Edmund? Then you might as well let your army do a divination for you."

"Pay attention to your attitude." The other party's expression became gloomy: "Besides, if it wasn't for the management error of your mage tower at the beginning, how could we have lost his trace."

His words were clearly a blow.

Melville's face also became extremely ugly. He stared at the other party coldly, took a deep breath, and finally decided to put the quarrel over and bring the focus back to the really important topic: "Dark God is above. , I personally verified the prediction in the Mage Tower many times - after three months, the blood moon will reach the top."

At this moment, the large-scale magic teleportation array was finally completed. From the valley to the top of the cliff, several huge blood-colored teleportation arrays lighted up one after another, and enslaved goblins and golems enslaved by magic continued to pour out of them, densely packed. Like a huge number of ants, gray-green and black-red almost cover the surface as far as the eye can see, waiting for the order of the master who controls their life and death.

The huge bone wings stretched out behind the higher demons, setting off a strong airflow.

The purple-eyed noble looked down at the rapidly increasing number of servants on the ground, chanting spells in ancient and complicated demon language.

The dark elements surged and gathered, swept down like a storm, turning the spirit of words into a physical imprisonment, and deeply engraved on the servant's soul:

[Find].

At the moment when the spell took effect, a huge army was dispatched instantly, rushing in all directions like a torrent and waves, and the magic dog, which was good at tracking traces, ran into the distance, running over the ground blackly, carefully searching for all possible traces. The inferior subordinate demons fluttered their wings and hovered in the air, leading the army of inferior demons to search.

Melville looked down at the magnificent scene below, and said in a prophetic tone:

"He can't run far."

Ge Xiu really did not run far.

He didn't even have the slightest intention to run away.

Compared to when he was discovered on the cliff, his skill in covering up his tracks has improved to an incredible level, but he will always leave the tracker a little bit of traces and auras to investigate and track, so that the dark servants who are chasing will always have a kind of him. The illusion in front of you, but it is often lost at the last moment - like some kind of strange and cruel game, attracting countless seekers with a seemingly faint hope, and when he thinks that he is about to be caught, he will look like The smoke dissipated from the palm of his hand.

Before you know it, something seems to have changed.

At first, it was just the disappearance of some golems.

The manufacture of low-level golems only requires a sufficient amount of steel and magic spar. An experienced demon mage can create dozens or hundreds of golems in just a few minutes, and the goblins who are responsible for supervising golems. Didn't even try to find those missing golems - maybe just fell into some cave or some ditch during the search, well within the normal amount of wear and tear.

Suddenly one day, the golems began to be scrapped in large numbers, falling one by one like a chain reaction.

This finally aroused the vigilance of the subordinate demons. While urging the mage to find the reason, he dispatched a large number of goblins to conduct a meticulous carpet search for the locations of the missing golems, and finally found clues.

The metal shell that was violently chiseled was covered with deep penetrating claw marks and traces of magic release. The armor was wide open, and the magic spar inside was nowhere to be found.

Now no one dared to neglect this matter again. This matter was quickly reported, and the wizard responsible for making the golem urgently revised the golem spell, changing the original self-driving to remote control by the wizard. Once the spar is destroyed by external force, it will self-explode, and the mass scrap of golems and The small-scale disappearance finally stopped.

But Ghosh is still missing.

And the goblins provide all kinds of clues upward day after day, as if the other party is a scattered team of 800 people, each clue leads them to almost opposite directions and different paths, The demons who are in charge of commanding and circling and searching are almost overwhelmed, because of the absolute few who are skilled, they are always exhausted.

The search came to a dead end.

This week, eight subordinate demons and two high-level demons have died at the hands of restless and anxious nobles, and Edmund, who is in charge of leading the search plan, is a violent and bloodthirsty existence among the high-level demons, and there are even several The demons died under his living torture and dismemberment, and the dead goblins and servants were countless, sometimes because the food provided was not to Edmund's taste, or simply because the behavior was not to his liking. The whole team was filled with fear and fear, no matter which race they were walking on thin ice.

As the master of the Mage Tower and the planner of the entire operation, Melville was much calmer.

After all, the golem is a machine driven by dark elements, and the opponent was able to thoroughly study the incantation engraved in the spar in such a short period of time, and even found a way to counter it, which not only shows that the opponent's strength has increased more than expected It is much faster, and it also proves that the other party is far more difficult than he once imagined - then, the carpet search is far from being able to achieve expectations and effects.

He has to change tactics.

Melville looked out through the huge window carved from the pale keel. The rich dark elements covered the entire undulating city. In the high sky, a scarlet blood moon hung high.

The huge eye, almost completely open, looked down indifferently and cruelly.

The dangerous aura floating in the air almost made the entire Demon City of Este restless. Madness and agitation were still transmitted through the violently undulating dark element.

Time is running out.

The bone-inlaid silver funnel on the table poured down silently, and the last bit of gleaming dust accumulated on the narrow neck, and the dark vortex swirled in the center, as if screaming for the final moment all the time.

The blood moon is coming, but the most important part has yet to be filled.

Melville exerted a little force, crushing the spell stone at his fingertips, and the blood-colored dust drifted down from his sharp fingers, swallowed by the darkness.

A small sound transmission array condensed.

"Withdraw the goblins, leaving only the transformed high and medium golems, and all the subordinate demons and high demons gathered in the Mage Tower."

Under the sky of the eternal night, there is no grass on the wasteland covered with strange rocks.

A gloomy gray fog filled the air, and the rugged terrain was littered with huge boulders and narrow gaps. A shielding magic circle and two alarm circles that would be triggered by detection were cleverly hidden in two of them. Although the rocks are relatively simple and rough, due to the huge amount of elements contained in them, the hollowed-out spaces are effectively hidden under them.

The space under the stones was a mess, filled with countless scrapped and broken wreckage of spell stones, as well as many odd-shaped and ugly parts. Those things piled up under the stones, occupying almost all the open space, leaving only a narrow passage that could barely accommodate people.

A swift gray shadow swept across the wasteland and slipped into the gap silently and skillfully. The formation seemed to have become familiar with its aura, and accepted its entry without any resistance.

Eileen stared at the chaos under the stone and frowned.

All this time he'd been out looking for the spot where he had fallen - that might have been the key to getting out of Calvary.

Gossiu never restricts his movements.

In addition to covering Leno with a magic circle to cover his breath when he came back, he was studying those dark and shiny spell stones and the talismans that were skillfully looted and stolen from the search and pursuit team almost all the time. The text and the incomplete magic circle have even reached the point of obsession.

What Elano finds incomprehensible is why this human can make such a mess in every temporary residence.

Although he has four claws, he tries to tidy up as much as possible every time he returns to the hideout, but he can never keep up with the speed of Ge Xiu's destruction.

The little wolf jumped lightly, jumping over the abandoned spell stones piled up on the ground twice, and quickly reached the center of the cave.

In the middle of a mess of simple scrolls and scrap metal blocks, a slender and thin teenager curled up his legs, nesting in the hollow of the rock like no bones, staring attentively at the semi-finished product wrapped and condensed by dark elements in his palm , his eyes were smeared with blue and black, but the dark eyes flashed with a feverish look, a kind of almost morbid excitement.

I don't know how long it has been without rest.

With Leno's golden pupil flickering, a short growl came out of his throat in warning.

Ge Xiu raised his eyes and swept over the little wolf not far away. The whole person was still immersed in that state of extreme excitement, and even his voice was filled with unusual enthusiasm:

"you're back!"

He stretched his waist, his slender waist elongated into a flexible and graceful arc. Little Wolf Jinzhong's red vertical pupils stayed on the pale skin exposed on his waist for a few seconds without a trace, and then moved to his face, with deep and unpredictable colors flashing in the depths of his pupils.

Ge Xiu deftly traverses the cluttered obstacles in the cave, moving as swiftly and gracefully as a cat.

He raised his hand and touched the little wolf's head, rubbing it hard on its dodging ears regardless of the other's wishes, then narrowed his eyes and laughed:

"Aren't the sights outside particularly interesting?"

Certainly very interesting.

Thousands of golems and goblins dug into the ground for almost a hundred miles. Countless demon dogs barked under the blood moon. The sky was occupied by the circling demons and other dark races. Trails, but so easily misled and toyed with by their prey, it is indeed a very interesting sight to be exhausted in the vast wasteland.

It's hard to imagine that it would be the handwriting of just one human being.

During this process, except for the occasional golem hunting, he seldom even asked for Eleno's help.

This sense of danger of dancing on the tip of a knife seemed to be the fuel and motivation for him to survive, and he was intoxicated by it, so he went mad.

like flames.

Extreme, pure, dangerous, fascinating.

Yi Leno fixedly stared at the human in front of him, his pupils shrunk into a deep thin line, and slowly swept across his fair and slender limbs and handsome and harmless face, his scarlet tongue stuck out and licked the tips of his own claws. .

Ge Xiu smiled and walked towards the entrance of the cave, covering himself with a layer of dark elements as he walked, then skillfully stepped over the stones at the entrance of the cave and peered out.

The protective circle dutifully shielded his movements, and through the gaps between the rocks, he was still able to show the outside scene in front of Ge Xiu.

The dark elements, either thick or light, wandered in the wasteland like an unrestrained mist. It was pure darkness without a trace of moonlight, which could cover almost all the creatures moving in it, but it could not hinder Ge Xiu's sight.

The goblins were retreating, and the high-level and intermediate-level golems stayed in place. The demons hovering overhead and the bone dragon under the dark mage vibrated their huge wings and flew towards the city lurking in the shadows in the distance.

Ge Xiu split the corners of his lips silently, his eyes flashing eagerly in the darkness.

He turned his head to look at Elinor, who was still sitting not far away, patted his thigh, and greeted, "Come on, it's time for us to go."

After just a few minutes, a dark black fire ignited under the rock, completely erasing the remaining traces in the depths of the cave, leaving no breath.

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Demons and dark mages gathered in the mages tower, waiting for Melville's order.

As the manager of the army, although Edmund was dissatisfied, the search he organized during this time was not very effective, so he had to bow his head reluctantly and allow the elites under his command to obey Melville's dispatch.

The purple-eyed noble sat on the bone seat, looked down at the black demons below, and said coldly:

"A bunch of trash."

The demons below were shocked, and their heads hung lower.

"Played around by a human who has never been educated in magic... Dark God is above, if it is not the next plan that needs to be implemented by you, now you can apologize with death."

Everyone knew that Melville was not joking, and each and everyone knelt on the spot in silence, and the huge and gorgeous room was filled with deathly silence.

Melville swept across the demons with a very oppressive gaze, with suppressed violence and anger flashing in the depths of his pupils, he slowly took a deep breath, restrained the bloodthirsty urge in his heart, and then ordered: " All the original spar produced in the northern mountains this year were brought in with bone dragons, so that all the mages could engrave the binding runes at the fastest speed."

He raised his hand to summon his confidants, and instructed: "Bring the booster scroll at the top of the tower."

Edmund, who was sitting in the second seat, raised his eyebrows:

"What are you going to do?"

Melville tapped the armrest of the seat rhythmically with his sharp black nails, and a tyrannical smile appeared on his lips as thin as a blade:

"What do you think I'm going to do, Your Highness Edmund? Of course, I will use all means to get this cunning mouse out of the ground."