The pitch-black cover looked photocopied, and even looked a little cheap.
But this is a copier that was only obtained by smuggling in Xiacheng District. With a sacred heart, the one who accepted the guidance of the gods... made several copies of it.
The power of words and books has not been reduced by half, but instead has become multiple copies due to copying.
Making multiple copies of Boss Lin's book was something Wilde didn't even dare to think about, and these people actually did it.
But it's not easy to really understand Boss Lin's book. Only two or three of the dozens of people in Xiacheng hold the book.
The monster in the lower city, which Stephanie called "Stone" at the head, opened a pair of completely beastly eyes, and the octopus tentacles on his chin danced happily, unable to hide his inner excitement.
He has no eyelashes or eyelids, and his eyes are fishy.
This is the first time they have set foot on the land of the upper city, although strictly speaking, the land of the dark night is not the upper city, but only the transitional part of the lower city and the upper city.
But this is indeed the first step of the Plague Church in the lower city.
Let the inhabitants of the lower city step back into the upper city... This is the ambition of the entire plague church.
And the night elves are just their pawns. The one who really wants to get through the night elves is not Stephanie, but the Church of the Plague.
The original plan was for Stephanie to kill Qili, and to cooperate with another executive of the Ash Tree Chamber of Commerce to unite with the Plague Church in the lower city. The funny thing was that she couldn't even deal with Qili.
The once ambitious mind is now only a pool of brains.
After thinking about it for a while, Wilde knew that the current situation was nothing more than a black hole, but the dark book cover seemed to be a deep black hole, which almost drained Wilde's strength.
The black-robed man at the head spread out the book of "Dream of Chaos" and continued to read the terrifying words—
Those words are like countless burning hot iron blocks, floating into Wilde's mind, and the picture described by the abstract words is a picture that is terrifying and treacherous beyond human imagination.
That picture is full of spiritual pollution, which has clearly surpassed the limits of human imagination, yet it appears in the brain over and over again.
Wilde even let out a painful groan, and the black-robed man's mouth kept twitching, speaking so fast that even bubbles appeared at the corners of his mouth.
The words twisted his voice into a shrill incantation that made the room tremble.
Qili hid behind her, using reverse mental rewriting to imply that she had forgotten her existence, lost all senses including hearing, and curled up.
Wilde pulled the skirt behind her slightly, and the back of her hair-covered head slowly gave birth to the face of a terrifying old man.
Wilde stepped back a few steps in a row, but he couldn't fight back against the black-robed man in front of him. He might still find himself in the "Dream of Chaos" Bible, but Charlotte couldn't hold on any longer.
Wilde suddenly let go of himself, took off Charlotte's skin like taking off a layer of clothes, and broke through the bar. Dozens of people in black robes were directly blown up by the ether released by his remolding. go out.
Wilde has completely turned into a fleshy mass of flesh and blood that cannot be seen, and looks like a huge octopus. Countless tentacles spread all over the bar, as if turning the entire bar into its lair.
…
The gigantic action generated by the bar has become the object of all night elves' attention.
Those silver-haired and dark-skinned elves came out of the house where there was no daylight, and gathered like ants next to the bar, forming a circle in the distance, and there was a lot of discussion.
The black-robed man got up from the ground by the force, looked at Wilde's embarrassed state that even Charlotte couldn't maintain her will, snorted disdainfully, and then turned to look at the surrounding elves.
"The Land of Darkness will soon become the new meeting point of our Plague Church." The black-robed man said with a sinister smile, "Kill all these elves."
After he finished speaking, he looked back at Wilde, who was struggling, and said, "It is painful to accept the judgment of my lord. If he cannot stand this test, he will naturally die."
The surrounding people in black robes took off their hoods one after another, and everyone had an ancient and hideous face.
Churning jaw tentacles and beastly eyes.
The elves also looked at the black-robed people with strange expressions, but the moment they saw the faces of these people, they all screamed. Just seeing the appearance of these people would cause a lot of mental pollution to ordinary people.
These fearful elves undoubtedly inspired their great sense of accomplishment—the people in Uptown were as the leader said, and everyone couldn't even look at them.
The reason is very simple, because this is the mutation given to them by the gray fog, and this mutation completely selected them and evolved.
Just when these dozens of people were about to slaughter, the land of the dark night was not seen beyond the sky, and a huge meteor burning with pale fire illuminated the entire land of the dark night in an instant.
"boom-"
Like a meteor that fell from the sky, the ground of the entire Dark Night Town shook violently.
The dark elves who escaped and the people in black robes who were about to slaughter were stunned.
Whether it was the mostly weak dark elves or the mad believers in Xiacheng who believed in gods to the extreme, they all stopped what they were doing.
The "ash forest" where the flames fell on the edge of the dark night land—
Suddenly, the Ash Forest burst into flames the next moment, and an ancient silver dragon emerged from the flames like a bud burning in the flames.
The ancient dragon was as dry and thin as an old tree. His four claws and five fingers fell to the ground, accompanied by a silver flame, so dazzling that he could not look directly.
Anyone can understand his horror, but there is no escape.
His indigo blue aging eyes fell on the ant-like dark night land, and then slowly walked towards them.
"What is this..." The black-robed man looked at the huge silver dragon in horror, "Is it the patron saint of dark elves?"
Someone quickly denied him, but no matter what, the power of the silver dragon made him terrified to the extreme, and even the hand holding the Bible began to tremble.
He swallowed hard and hurriedly began to chant—
"My old..."
Yinlong looked at the book in the black-robed man's hand, and tilted his head strangely. His doubts only lasted for a second, and the answer was about to come out. If the dragon had eyebrows, he would be furious now.
He looked at Bella's cold body in the bar and Wilde, who was moaning in pain. With a thought, the book in the black-robed man's hand burned.
Then in the next second, Yinlong's body suddenly seemed to draw out countless threads, and these silver threads were quickly sucked into a small container in a scattered but orderly manner.
The vessel gradually took the shape of a young and refined human being.