Beyond the main continent, lies the boundless depths of the ocean.
The sky was covered with dark clouds, the sea was rolling with huge waves, and in the storm, a man wearing a red robe appeared.
He is none other than Foehn Feng, the ring manager of the Truth Society.
At this time, he was fighting, and the object he was fighting was a giant that was a hundred meters tall.
The giant has blue-black stone skin and moves slowly, like an activated stone statue, but it is extremely powerful. Every blow can make the surrounding air tremble and the sea explode.
Foehn used his speed advantage to continuously go around and attack the giant, making the giant furious.
Just when the giant was extremely angry, Foehn Feng seized an opportunity and turned his entire body into a ball of flames that roared into the giant's open mouth and passed out from the back of his head.
"call!"
Flames spurted out of the giant's eyes, nostrils, and ears, and he scratched his face with his hands. After struggling for a moment, his body became stiff, losing all life force and the ability to float on the sea.
The sea water could not support the giant's huge body. With a "crash", the sea surface broke and the giant sank quickly, all the way to the bottom of the sea.
A whirlpool appeared on the water, then calmed down after a moment.
"Huh-it's solved-" Foehn Feng glanced at it and murmured, "Finally we have solved the object that failed to be contained. I hope this is the last one, um, I hope..."
Halfway through his words, he suddenly turned his head towards the mainland, his expression suddenly changed, and he said in disbelief: "This is..."
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Somewhere on the main continent, there is a palace in a huge underground building.
The palace is more than fifty meters in circumference and is extremely spacious. There are dozens of flame-burning lampposts inside for lighting. In the middle of the palace, there is a gray-white bone table more than three meters long, and behind the bone table is a bone chair made of the same material.
A man in black robes was sitting on a bone chair, reviewing documents.
He is the master of the Colorful Ring of Truth—Grey Mist.
Across the bone table, in front of the gray mist, Golov, a member of the Truth Society who was as fat as a pumpkin, was standing respectfully, quickly reporting some situations within the organization.
"Shashasha..."
"Three days ago, the organization found a new strange species. The location is..."
One review and one report have no influence on each other.
But suddenly, Heiwu seemed to have heard some unhappy news. He suddenly stopped grading and raised his head to stare at Golov.
Golov was taken aback for a moment, and then he tentatively said, "Sir, you..."
Gray fog didn't speak, but continued to stare at Golov, his eyes narrowed little by little, his gaze extremely serious. Invisible pressure spread, and the air pressure in the entire palace seemed to increase several times out of thin air. The flame burning on the top of the lamppost was suppressed bit by bit visible to the naked eye, and was almost extinguished in the end.
The palace was extremely dim and the atmosphere was very depressing. The most obvious person who felt all this was undoubtedly Golov, who was stared at by the gray mist. Golov felt as if a mountain was pressing down on him. He could hardly breathe. Sweat seeped out and soaked his clothes. He felt that he would collapse to the ground at any time.
At this moment, he was trembling in his heart, and he didn't understand what made the manager Huiwu angry: the report was obviously the same as usual, there was no problem.
Could it be that he did some dirty things and was noticed by the manager Hui Wu
Golov's thoughts raced, thinking about what might be at risk of being exposed.
One second, two seconds, three seconds...
After being stared at by Gray Fog for half a minute, Gorov's psychological pressure was beyond the limit. He couldn't help but confess everything and asked for leniency. Suddenly, he heard Gray Fog's faint voice, saying in a low tone: "The Dead Sea is dead."
"Ah?" Golov looked up, stunned.
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Within a city.
In the study room of a noble mansion, a wrinkled old man was reading a book by the light.
He was wearing a light gray robe, with white beard and hair, and had a somewhat aloof temperament.
He is the director of the Colorful Ring of Truth—Red Moon.
He read slowly and carefully, running his fingers slowly across the pages and whispering the words on them.
Halfway through reading, his fingers stopped, he raised his head and said in surprise: "The Dead Sea... is dead?"
"Well-"
With a "crash", he closed the book and stood up, walking towards the window, frowning: "The other party has already reached this point? Even the Dead Sea is not immune? It seems that we must pay attention to the other party. This matter cannot be like this Forget it easily."
As he spoke, the old man went to the window, opened the window, and looked at the night sky.
The moon hung high in the night sky, like a silver hook.
The old man stared at the moon for a long time, and then he saw that the moon's surface suddenly had a faint blood color.
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Two days later, at night.
On the deserted wasteland with few human traces, a group of buildings stood abruptly.
Outside the building complex, there are three complete walls. Many soldiers patrol inside and outside the walls. From time to time, wizards patrol the night sky. People entering and exiting are strictly inspected. It can be said that the vigilance is extremely high.
At this time, in an inconspicuous small room in the building complex, a man with a square face was sitting on a wooden chair, staring at the lit candles on the table in front of him, his eyes were a little lost, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
I don't know how long it took, but with a "squeak", the door of the room was opened, and a soldier walked in and said respectfully: "Sir, it's okay. The craftsmen are ready and waiting for you."
"Yeah, I got it." The square-faced man came to his senses, nodded and said, took a deep breath without saying anything, walked out of the room, and walked forward with the soldiers along the extremely complicated maze-like corridor.
After twists and turns along the way, the square-faced man walked into a huge room, which was as wide as a warehouse.
There were already many people waiting in the room. The leader was a white-haired old man wearing a monocle, with a serious expression and bright eyes.
The square-faced man looked at the other person and asked with some respect: "Master Amon, how is the situation?"
"Everything is ready, everything is normal, and you can start at any time." The old man known as Amon responded.
"Okay, let's get started."
"Okay." Amon nodded, and while instructing the other craftsmen next to him to work, he motioned the square-faced man to walk towards a position in the corner.
The square-faced man walked over cooperatively and saw that the ground and surrounding walls had been specially strengthened, obviously to prevent accidents from happening during the test.
The square-faced man stood firm and took off his clothes. After a while, Amon came with a group of craftsmen. They all carried a box in their hands. After opening it, they saw one or more crystal materials placed inside. items.
Some crystal objects are conical, some are spherical, and some are cylindrical. They are also large and small in size. The largest one is like an apple, and the smallest one is like an apricot kernel. The only thing that is the same is that these items are all carved with complicated magic patterns on their surfaces. They are obviously extremely precious magic props.