A bolt of lightning fell and directly hit the big tree in the headquarters building of the Alien Control Bureau. The fireball fell suddenly and the fire alarm rang. The golden dragon welcoming guests on the floor was so frightened that it swam to the corner and lay motionless on the wall like a giant gecko.
Then, the thunder came, and there was a dull "rumble" in the hall, and suddenly it exploded deafeningly, and the walls trembled, like a long-suppressed roar.
"what's the situation?"
"Did the protective formation outside the headquarters building slip away?"
"Wait, look at that! What is that... what is that?"
I saw a wall that was scorched by lightning, and writings as thick as blood slowly flowed down and quickly spread in all directions.
I don't know who murmured: "Jiwen..."
"But the last sacrifice didn't die. Didn't we kill the suspect in time? Shouldn't the gloomy sacrifice be interrupted?"
"Never mind whether it's successful or not, why does this memorial appear in the headquarters building?"
"Director Xiao, various branches are reporting similar situations! Hey... Dr. Wang, the risk level has not been assessed, so don't get close to it!"
Dr. Wang from the Department of Ancient Book Restoration moved step by step to the base of the wall. He turned his head and looked at Ethan Xiao. His originally big and protruding eyeballs were horribly magnified by the spectacles. He said hoarsely: "This is a mark. ! "
"What?"
"Mark, Director Xiao, the Gloomy Sacrifice was successful! The caster summoned the legendary 'Demon God' with thousands of living animals. The Demon God must fulfill his contract and give him a thousand lives before he can be free. Everyone who can see this sacrificial text Everyone is a target for slaughter! "
Ethan Xiao was stunned for a moment, then turned around and ran back to the conference room: "Tristan Xuan!"
The wide black sleeves slid down from the sides of Tristan Xuan's face, and the sleeves were covered with gloomy funeral words. The rotting smell of blood mixed with the warm fragrance, giving rise to an indescribable decadence and sadness.
In the flash of lightning, countless thoughts flashed through Tristan Xuan's mind---Why? Why was the gloomy festival still a success?
Unless that mustachioed leader isn't a spell caster at all!
By the way, those travel friends broke into the Grand Canyon after the mutated tree riot in Chiyuan. Sebastian Sheng personally fished them out of Chiyuan. He had seen that mustache!
If Mustache is a spell caster, if he is smart enough, before the contract is established, he will definitely keep a safe distance from the summoned demon --- because no one knows what kind of demon will be summoned. This thing has always been moody. If the contract is not fulfilled, it is not impossible to get angry and kill the person who cast the spell.
And the boy who was infected by the butterfly, why was he able to use a sacrificial text to ask for help even though his body was taken over by the butterfly? Couldn't he just shout it out? Couldn't he just write it?
Taking a step back, even if it was for some reason that they didn't understand, after becoming a sacrifice, the boy could neither control his body to shout, nor write freely, and could only communicate with the outside world using ritual words-- ---Then why did he choose to write a distress message in his diary?
Isn't a diary something you only read yourself? Why are you writing on that and asking for help?
Someone is misleading them step by step!
If no one knows about the Gloomy Sacrifice, the caster can complete the sacrifice of thousands of people without anyone noticing. But if unfortunately, they are alerted and discovered by the Alien Control Bureau in advance, the field staff will definitely try it first without enough information. While searching for the ritual symbols, they stepped into the trap set by that person - the unlucky child was a firewall, leading them to the wrong suspect.
Mustache himself is the last sacrifice!
The demon who was watching the fun already knew that they had been misled!
The spell caster needs to ensure that Mustache dies at the turn of midnight, so he must be at the arrest scene and have close contact with the target...
This person's special ability is very special. It can make others...even the living dead infected by the Mirror Flower and Water Moon Butterfly obey and act according to the script she has written in advance.
Tristan Xuan suddenly understood why he felt something was wrong after hearing Sophie Ping's words - the three people from the aftermath department followed him out. When the army is in chaos, everyone's first reaction is to follow their immediate superior and wait for instructions.
This is a natural reaction.
The fat girl has been staying at the door, and even Lao Luo, who was scared to death, was circling downstairs waiting for help, but why did one person never show up?
She knew clearly that the focus of their mission this time was Sebastian Sheng, but she didn't even take a look at it when she arrived at the hospital. She immediately threw herself into the "intense" work, and then took it upon herself to escort the "travelers" to the transfer. She didn't even look at it before leaving. Coming over to say hello to the new boss is not something a more sensible intern would do.
That's because she was afraid that meeting Sebastian Sheng in advance would expose her!
Bi, Chun, Sheng!
Sebastian Sheng held Tristan Xuan steady and patted his forehead lightly with his palm: "You're so pitiful. I'll let you go today, little demon. Don't get in my way."
"Then I'm afraid..." Tristan Xuan raised his eyes and spoke. Two flames pierced through the frost. Like venomous snakes, the flames entangled Sebastian Sheng's wrists and ankles, which he didn't have time to retract. Sebastian Sheng's movements faltered, but Tristan Xuan's heavy sword was already in his hand!
The next moment, the heavy sword, with a scorching flame, whistled and slashed towards the demon.
Tristan Xuan's body language suddenly changed - this "exhausted", "unable to stand up", "underage little orphan" suddenly stretched out his curled back, and his pupils were coated with a ring of flame. In the light, the frost covering his body directly vaporized.
A totem-like bright red pattern appeared between Tristan Xuan's eyebrows, and he said in a deep voice: "Not quite appropriate."
The heavy sword pierced through the demon's sleeves covered with sacrificial inscriptions like a rotten wood. The man holding the sword no longer looked as miserable as he had just been frozen into a quail!
A bolt of earth-shattering lightning in the black cloud split open the thick fog, illuminating almost half of the sky. Sebastian Sheng was caught off guard, and in a hurry he had to hold the heavy sword with both hands - the gloomy sacrificial inscriptions on his sleeves seemed to have encountered a natural enemy. , dissipated quickly, revealing the background of the sleeves.
Tristan Xuan slammed the heavy sword down, and the floor of the hospital lounge suddenly cracked, and even the demon head smashed down with the stone slabs, falling into the outpatient hall on the first floor.
"The thirty-sixth generation leader of the Nanming Fire Keeper is not a little demon baby living in the world." He laughed and said, "My teammates are unreliable, so I'm used to being more cautious. I'm not afraid of deceit, senior."
With a "swish" sound, the heavy sword actually slightly burned Sebastian Sheng's hands, which were immune to water and fire.
The calm warmth on Sebastian Sheng's face cracked, revealing a sinister undertone: "How reckless!"
Black mist suddenly rose from between Sebastian Sheng's sleeves, and a beast's head formed in mid-air. With a roar, he bit Tristan Xuan in one bite.
At this juncture, Tristan Xuan refused to abandon his sword and dodge. The fire in his palms surged to a palm width. Without even looking at the fangs above his head, the heavy sword was pointed directly at Sebastian Sheng's throat.
The gloomy sacrifice has been completed, the situation is out of control, the only way is... to directly kill the demon it summoned.
No one showed mercy this time. The two of them seemed to bet on who would kill whom first. The murderous black mist had already swept into Tristan Xuan's hair, and Tristan Xuan's heavy sword touched the collar of the devil.
But at this moment, the invisible ring on Tristan Xuan's left hand suddenly appeared. Before he could see clearly, a red light flashed, and the gem with several cracks suddenly exploded. Countless broken fragments sprayed out and scratched the hands of both people at the same time.
Tristan Xuan only felt a sharp pain in his chest, as if pierced by an invisible sharp blade. He didn't even make a sound, his hands and feet went weak, and he almost fainted - this time he really knelt down, there was no acting at all.
At the same time, the beast's head condensed from the black mist howled in pain and was scattered in the air. Sebastian Sheng took five or six steps back, and his palms were burned black by something unknown.
For a moment, they stood and knelt, and neither of them said a word. At the same time, I felt the secret and unbreakable connection between the two.
What's this?
After a while, Sebastian Sheng held down his trembling injured hand without meaning, raised his sleeve to cover a cough, and the blood on his face became increasingly scarce.
He looked at Tristan Xuan deeply, then jumped out of the window behind him. In a flash, he disappeared.
Half of Tristan Xuan's body was numb with pain. He supported the heavy sword and failed to stand up three times. The sacred fire ring on his left hand was broken into pieces.
"What's the situation? What did you bring? The creditor of our ancestors?" He was embarrassed and confused. He had always deceived others in his life. He never expected that this time he would fall into the hands of his own "sacred object".
Where can I go to defend my rights?
"Director Xuan!" At this time, there was a "嘘" sound behind him. Lao Luo showed his head from behind the broken glass at the medicine retrieval place. He glanced around cautiously to make sure that the devil was really gone. He climbed out on all fours.
At this moment, his limbs were covered with green radish stems and leaves that sprouted out. He trotted over like a post-modern bonsai and helped Tristan Xuan up.
"Where is Clara Bi?" Tristan Xuan grabbed him and took a few breaths, "Where is their resettlement point? Navigate to the specific location for me, quick!"
"Oh...oh." Lao Luo quickly took out his mobile phone and used the navigation software to search for the location of the resettlement site. "Then I can arrange a car right now?"
"It's too late." Tristan Xuan snatched his mobile phone and stretched out his hand to grab the map with the planned route on the navigation system. He "grabbed" it in the air. Tristan Xuan raised the heavy sword and drew something quickly in the air.
Lao Luo screamed: "Oh my God, it's on fire!"
The next moment, he was taken out by Tristan Xuan. Countless blocks flashed around him quickly. Lao Luo held Tristan Xuan's arm tightly. He heard the sound of the mobile phone navigation fast-forwarding a tape. He was rolled by a ball of fire. His mind went blank in extreme fear and he even forgot to scream.
The next moment, the navigation system on the phone finally spoke: "...arrived at your destination, continuing navigation for you."
Lao Luo rolled his eyes and jerked away again.
At this time, the field workers at the resettlement site had just killed Mustache and had time to clean up the scene, when they saw a fireball rushing over from the sky. They were so frightened that they quickly prepared for the attack.
Tristan Xuan strode out of the fire with an epee in one hand and Lao Luo in the other.
"Head of the aftermath department of the General Administration." Tristan Xuan waved away the sparks and threw Lao Luo and his work permit to the person in charge present, "Where is Clara Bi?"
"Oh, don't worry, Sister Bi is fine. She just...hey, where is she?"
Clara Bi disappeared at some point.
"I'm so worried!" Tristan Xuan raised his hand and popped out a steel coin. The moment the coin came out of his hand, it turned into a small fire wheel and rolled out along the ground. Wherever the fire wheel passed, it burned on the stone ground. There was a gloomy memorial.
He only had time to say "arrest Clara Bi" before he was already chased out.
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