On the deserted and dilapidated streets, there are wreckages of collapsed carriages and wisps of black flocs, accompanied by the breeze blowing, blending into the night of the same color, desolate and silent, this is the eternal melody of the city-state ruins.
Suleman walked towards the goal along the street in his memory.
Soon, in the night in front of him, there was a towering semi-circular archway with Gothic sharp style mixed with Romanesque architecture. Two completely different and contradictory architectural styles are combined to create a strange asymmetrical beauty.
The area of Byrons College is very large, occupying almost half of the center of the city-state and including a man-made lake.
In the previous life, this place has been developed several times by countless forces, but there are still precious things, ancient relics from the second era, which were excavated from inconspicuous corners by people. In other words, this is the entire abandoned city of Yatu The Secret Center.
If there is any place where there are traces of night shadow lizards, it must be this place and only here!
Suleman grasped the straight knife tightly. The straight and slender blade hung lightly above the ground. The next moment, he came to the gate of Byrons College. This is a tall iron fence with a height of about five meters. Compared with the above, the well-proportioned Suleman in front of the wall is like a toy man who has been shrunk several times, small and humble.
The Sith nobles have the blood of giants. With a kick, Suleman easily climbed to the top of the iron fence with his physique beyond ordinary people. Then, he turned over and entered the garden, all the way to the gate of the church-like building forward.
This gate is even more exaggerated and outrageous than the iron fence outside. It is at least about seven meters high, and the whole body is made of fine iron. It is not as heavy as an ordinary human can push away.
Suleman touched the door with both hands, agitated his muscles, and pushed the door open little by little in an extremely strenuous way.
The dust that had been sealed for many years, accompanied by the push of the door, rose into the air in bursts, creating a gray mist.
Suleman did not choose to climb the wall, let alone climb in from the second floor of this academy, because he clearly remembered that in the upper space of Byrons Academy, a forbidden creature whose ritual failed was blocked.
If you make a noise rashly, it will cause great trouble.
Even if the taboo creations were not disturbed, Byrons College still had a large number of 'residents'. When the city-state was destroyed, the ordinary people who were infected by extraordinary qualities turned into fallen monsters. Or, they were polluted by the forbidden creation and became its derivatives. All in all, this place is very troublesome.
In particular, he was one of the first batch to enter the arena, a pioneer in various senses.
The best way is to come in through the church gate. This is the experience summed up in previous lives.
When the door was pushed open, the dark and quiet church space appeared in Suleman's eyes. Due to the lack of light, it was even darker than the outside world, making it difficult for ordinary people to explore. However, Suleman has dark vision, and this place is in the stage of the night of the lonely moon, which can almost meet the promotion requirements of the ceremony. If it is deep in the academy, it is the best place.
Rows of long chairs made of stone stand in the church. Each chair is extremely wide, and the back of the chair is higher than the head of a normal person. Obviously, this is not for ordinary people.
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Only direct descendants of Sith nobles are eligible to be admitted to the hospital.
Suleman glanced at it, and could easily distinguish the scenes depicted in oil paintings on the walls of the church.
It was hundreds of tall figures, prostrate on the ground, worshiping the most central recipient, which was even bigger than them, a real mountain-like creature, and above it, there was a tarnished , a completely darkened black moon.
They are holding a ceremony, and it is also a 'traditional project' of the Sith nobles. If you understand their history deeply, you will know that the ruling class of the Sith nobles has never had power to date.
In each generation of blood descendants, they will have a strong man, a strong man in the true sense, instead of the current third era. After the fall of the Sith nobles, in several civilized city-states on the leftover land, there is a member of pardon. Enough to dominate.
In the ancient Second Era, the Silver Age, one could truly be called a strong person only when he reached the level of "dawn", that is, he broke through the limit of the third level, promoted to the fourth level, and completed the sublimation at the level of life. Only by drawing a clear line, a powerful life that already belongs to another level can gain a place in the Silver Age.
The secret of each generation of Sith nobles is that they can forcibly create a "Dawn" strongman at a huge price. Suleman silently recalled the secrets of those plots in his previous life.
As for the way they make strong
Lonely Moon Ritual.
Suleman looked at the oil paintings on the wall, and this term came to mind. This is the name of the ceremony they held. Of course, the recipient must also be strong enough, at least stepping into the third level, but he does not meet the promotion requirements
After all, the conditions for promotion to the fourth level are somewhat special, different from the previous promotion conditions, and for the aborigines, the difficulty will rise in a straight line. Some people may clearly reach the fourth level, but they can't figure out the direction, and they will not be able to break through for a lifetime .
Withdrawing his gaze, Suleman didn't waste time, he still had important "preparation work". Someone later caused a little trouble.
Boom!
After closing the gate, Suleman immediately set off, from the entrance on the right side of the church, all the way up the spiral staircase, a few minutes later, Suleman came to the upper space of the church, and paused at the exit.
In his line of sight, in front of him was a hall as dark as a curtain, full of shadows, with imperceptible air distortions.
As expected, there is a small overlap between the ethereal creatures and the imaginary world. Suleman smiled lightly, and the next moment, his fingers clenched, as if catching a thread in the air.
Under the traction of the line of control, the whole person jumped to the upper space again like the last giant battle, and climbed up to the stone pillar in the hall. Then, relying on the distance between the stone pillars and the line of control, he wandered all the way like Mount Tai. Below, the ethereal creatures who were "patrolling the territory" didn't notice his existence at all, and didn't know what happened above. .
At the end of the curtain hall, Suleman still did not follow the normal path.
He got in through the gap in the wall above, and hung it on the wall, looking at the dim scene below. It was a humid space with aquatic plants and mushrooms, and a pool as shallow as his feet. And in the center of the pool, there is a group of indescribable, indescribable monsters that make people have nightmares at night.
Wow!
Suleman suddenly drew the knife and slashed at his left arm. The next moment, the entire left arm fell and was caught by him again. His face was calm, as if he hadn't noticed the pain. With a toughness that didn't match his appearance, Driving the shadow double under its feet.
Along with the flesh and blood squirming, Suleman's left arm soon returned to its original shape, but the shadow under his feet had already lost most of it.
The line of controlling things, coupled with the consumption of the previous battle, has already consumed Suleman's "shadow blood tank" a lot. Lightly tossed the left arm with the faint blue dots attached.
Boom!
The arm drew a graceful arc and landed in the center of the pool without making much movement. The next moment, nearby mushrooms squirmed and grew, covering the entire arm.
And the huge shadow perched at the end trembled slightly, but didn't really wake up.
Like a sleeping dragon, unconsciously, it swallows the food that comes to its mouth without affecting its sweet dreams.
Suleman let out a breath slowly, and then, he quietly returned to the original path, returned to the original church, and stepped into the spiral staircase in another direction, but it was the staircase leading to the lower space.
Before leaving, Suleman raised his head and glanced above, his eyes seemed to penetrate the barrier, and the corners of his mouth raised—
"This is a gift for the Praying Society"
"Hope you like it."
PS: The third update that was rushed out, and two more updates in the afternoon (work hard to code), maybe the last update will be late, after all, the code is now, and the five updates will be released today, and it will be done (no loss of quality).
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