Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The moment the bullet touched the nun, it dissipated into lasers, completely wrapping their bodies.

After a buzzing sound of electric current, the nuns were instantly swallowed by the light and turned into a sticky, scarlet, and intoxicating liquid.

Immediately afterwards, as a light intertwined with red and blue flashed, the bodies of the nuns and the changing liquid just now turned into an incandescent existence like the sunlight, quickly wrapping Wright's body.

Then, the light turned into countless particles, like fireflies wandering aimlessly in the long night, unable to find directions. Under the command of Wright's magic power overflowing outward, he poured his body wrapped in a red halo from his seven orifices.

Surrounded by the force, Wright slowly soared into the air. Although the dark-style robe absorbed most of the incandescent and red light, it still could not conceal the brilliance formed by the surging particles.

Within a few seconds, Wright rose to a position ten meters above the ground and only one or two meters away from the ceiling at the top.

At this moment, his eyes remained red, like a gargoyle that was rumored to be deeply related to the blood clan. However, because his body could not absorb all the particles, the remaining part was attached to Wright's body, forming a pair of armor with a strong sense of armor.

Like the tall and mighty "Glorious Knight" who traveled across the western land in the Second Era.

"Is it over? It's over." Wright shouted anxiously.

He felt like his whole body was filled with endless water, but his arms and legs were very numb and could not move at all.

He tried to shout out the wind, but the rich burning sensation in his throat prevented him from speaking a word. He could only scan his body in panic, either waiting or looking for a way to end the "banquet".

However, the swelling in his body and the sudden collapse caused by the outside actually appeared at the same time, making him on the verge of collapse in an instant.

What's even more terrible is that his eyes suddenly couldn't see clearly.

The hall that was still clear and bright just now is now nothing but blood mist.

At the same time, a long "drip" sound appeared in his ears, followed by curses and whistles, which made his mind start to be disorganized.

"Is this the banquet catalyzing my red magic power? Will my body fall into disorder? Am I going to become a monster?" Wright said anxiously.

He tried to ask for help and shout, and in addition to the sound of electric current, the sound of energy, the increasingly sharp scolding, and the sound of whistles that continued to interfere with the spirit, he did not hear the sound of human beings.

Then, the armor attached to him suddenly became as heavy as shackles, and he felt his body being bound closer and closer.

From the perspective of the wind, the white armor has turned into burning silk threads, wrapping Wright like a huge silkworm pupa in a few seconds.

As the light dissipates, the fluctuations of energy such as magic source power are no longer obvious. The surface of the "silkworm pupae" actually forms bright red patterns, which are unorganized and messy, like a masterpiece of a child who wants to exert his imagination.

Suddenly, the wind smelled the ultimate bloody smell, mixed with the burning smell of flames, and a faint, almost irrefutable smell.

"This is a silkworm pupa, which is a precursor to sublimation and evolution. Unexpectedly, Brother Wright, a one-in-one probability will appear on you." Feng looked up at Wright, his eyes squeezed, and he was surprised and envious:

"The banquet of the Dark Night Church has been going on for a hundred years. Some people can't bear the explosion of their bodies and die, some people cannot absorb the power and leave the scene in a dim manner, some people have gained extraordinary power but become arrogant, and then become self-destructive. But the silkworm pupa only appears in legends. For hundreds of years, you are the only one, this is a coincidence... no, this is not a coincidence... this is inevitable."

The wind quickly stepped forward, lying on the black glass tiles beside the pool with both hands, kneeling on the ground with both knees, and said piously:

"Thirteen nuns who swallowed the seeds of MB-1999: The Tree of Dark Night will stimulate all their power and pour it on the surface of their bodies. At the same time, their internal organs will dissolve simultaneously and become a pure existence of magic power. After performing the ritual of "summoning the soul of the lost", they will resonate with somewhere in the earth's heart, and they will become 'light' and integrate into your body."

"Brother Wright, you are the [Order], you are still a human with the power of red magic, you are a strong [Warrior], you are a soldier who has been born and died. You have the character of perseverance, you know how to persevere, you have been suffering, and you are about to get rid of the shackles of the simple human body and bear the fate of the lost."

"Looking at this way, for thousands of years, you are the only one except the 'choice' who has the identity of the dragon clan. Destiny has arrived, and the whistle is ringing. Brother Light, come out of the cocoon!"

The wind shouted, supporting his body that seemed to be suppressed by a huge rock. Although his hair was standing all over his body, tears flowed uncontrollably on his cheeks, and blood gushed out of his nostrils, he had already crossed his hands, silently reciting the spirits, forming a sharp ice-making arrow.

"Go, Bing, help Brother Wright, he is the [Order], he is the future, he is the hope for harmonious coexistence of all races. I will not forget the promise that day in the camp, even if I am the Lost." Feng An decided to himself.

Immediately, the ice-making arrows floating in the air suddenly split and turned into dozens of them, rushing towards the "silkworm pupa" attached to Wright's body.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

The sound of the cold cutting through the air passed by, and all the arrows penetrated through the "cicada pupa" accurately, forming dark holes.

Immediately, a holy light was emitted from the "silkworm pupa" and accompanied by the roar of artillery fire from above the head, the "silkworm pupa" cracked!

In an instant, all the sounds around him disappeared, and even under the baptism of holy and gloriousness, he still seemed silent.

A few seconds later, Wright, wrapped in holy light, slowly landed on the ground, facing the wind across the pool.

After the power of the holy light disappeared, Feng found that the magician robe on Wright had turned into a dark red style, and the pattern embroidered with golden silk thread attached to it was a huge double-headed eagle holding branches.

The edge of the robe has been occupied by golden wheat ears, sunflowers and chamomile patterns, and the overall style blends the rich Cruzde style.

And, thankfully, the blood vessels no longer prominent on Wright's skin, but replaced by delicate and precise light lines related to machinery. His eyes became clear and the whites reappeared, but they turned into strange pupils.

One has returned to its pure black style, while the other has turned into red eyes, one red and the other is black, which is very similar to the "Yin and Yang" "Yang" mentioned in the Eastern divination culture.

The mutual generation and restraint are mutually beneficial, one positive and one reverse, both good and evil, and never stops.

Although Wright's external situation seemed to have returned to normal and the feeling of suppression no longer existed, the wind remained cautious.

He slowly stood up, his right hand surged with the magic power belonging to the "water source", and asked in his sharp voice:

"Brother, do you still remember who you are?"

"Who am I?" Wright murmured subconsciously, looking straight ahead, losing focus.

"Did you collapse?" Feng unconsciously said:

"This is a ritual for our Dark Night Church. Indeed, I will think of your body infusing some of the power of the blood clan and the Dark Night. I know that the Red Demon Source Power and the [Order] will be blessed by some of the goddesses of light, and the two forces will restrain each other. But the collapse can be divided into two steps."

"Crash...Crash?" Wright repeated unconsciously, still remaining motionless.

"Yes. The first step is to be in a trance, stressed, and hallucinations. Occasionally, you will hear strange sounds and enter strange dreams. When the dream and sounds are over, you will not feel any relaxation, but you will be very tired and painful. The second step is to act violently, accidentally hit or kill them because of hallucinations. Either your body becomes distorted or strange foreign objects such as tentacles, scales, eyes, etc. Then you become a monster, or degenerate into a 'innocent person'. Brother Wright, you should not collapse, right?"

The wind shouted, and even the voice was mixed with crying. In the wasteland world covered by "mysterious extraordinary power", even the lost will be affected and will collapse and become a monster.

He hoped that Wright would not become a monster because of the conflict of power.

He shook Wright hard, trying to wake him up.

Thankfully, Wright grabbed Feng's arm hard and responded in an extremely gentle tone:

"I didn't collapse, I was just thinking about the problem. Just now, I felt that the computing power of my brain has been improved by several levels. My original chaotic thinking has become particularly clear. The magic power I used by feeling seems to have been strengthened by some qualitatively. I should be about to be promoted. Feng, I seem to know the "reason" of the operation of the red magic power, and thus feel the rich "sorrow" and the ultimate pain that penetrates the soul..."

"Excellent! Wonderful! It is worthy of being a human chosen by the gods. Compared to the big guy with the "divine nature" from the Klein family, you are more worthy of our cultivation, and you are more worthy of contact with the gods and thus become that kind of person who is admirable." A gentle, erect eunuch's voice came from behind Wright.

Wright looked back and saw that at some point a familiar face appeared on the Black Iron Throne.

His eyes were red, his skin was pale, and his appearance was very handsome. He belonged to a rare breed in the Western Land.

He was wearing an elegant tuxedo, with a trench coat style, and the black coat style revealed a white underwear shirt.

When he saw Wright, he lifted his tuxedo and crossed his legs, revealing the scarlet part inside that was rendered with blood.

"Vladimisky! I have seen you in the newspapers of Chekavsk. You were executed for opposing His Royal Highness attacking the Lost and using magic to coerce him. Why did you appear here?" Wright exclaimed.

"What a smart kid." Vladimiski exclaimed, a doting smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and said gracefully:

"The blood clan will not die easily. We have strong vitality, which is the premise. As long as our surviving blood clan ancestor does not close his eyes, I will not die. Wright, as long as you are willing, you will soon be able to break through the lifespan limits of humans and the lost and gain eternity."

"I don't want to." Wright refused firmly:

"Eternal life will bring eternal pain, and more importantly, how much magic power will be consumed to maintain it."

Wright laughed at Vladimirsky for realistic reasons. After laughing wildly, he barely returned to his calmness and continued:

"Actually I am the Pope of Dark Night. I don't know about this scum of Evante. Even besides our own people, I hope the church and the Giant Church do not know about the stupid and ugly losers."

"It's a strange story," Wright commented.

"I have always been wearing a black robe and a metal mask. It has been like this for more than a hundred years. This is perfect and has successfully deceived Evante. He always thought that Pope Dark Night and I were two forces in conflict, so he released me and declared to the outside world that I was executed, trying to let the tiger go back to the mountain, and provoke our own internal struggle. Unfortunately, we are the ones shrouded in wisdom."

"And now, although our three major churches are at a disadvantage on all fronts, and our church has also lost the "silent ore pit" of the "silent middle area", we have harvested you, and you, who have the red magic power catalyzed by the "feast". I can feel that Wright, you have obtained the "wisdom" core, and now you are only one last step away from getting the "pain" core and get promoted."

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "How do I do it?" The desire for power made Wright blurt out without hesitation.

Vladimiski did not answer immediately, but teleported in front of Wright, stretched out his slender tongue and licked his cheeks, revealing his sharp fangs and approached Wright's neck, whispering:

"blood."

"Blood?" Wright asked, "Whose?"

"A man with 'divine nature' was originally a human being, but now he is a man with the superposition of the 'blood tribe' and 'lost'."

"Is it Brett?" Wright asked, his tone becoming heavier.

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha." Vladimiski couldn't help laughing wildly. He lifted up the tuxedo again, turned around two steps forward and distanced him from Light. Then he turned around, lowered his head slightly, and said like a beast that discovered a delicious prey:

"You are very smart, it's Brett, that big guy like a polar bear. But now he has become my subordinate."

"Actually!" Wright cursed, spat on Vladimirsky's smooth leather shoes.

However, the leader of the Dark Night Pope did not care about it, but continued to say in a provocative tone:

"Yes, it's just a sin. If we don't commit sin, we can't survive. Well, I won't talk nonsense to you, my fellow citizens," Vladimisky opened his arms, stretched his hands to the forty-five degrees above, as if he was praising the sun and said:

"Our top losers, come in and meet your new friend, Wright Sogra, the owner of the Red Magic Power, and bring that somewhat unconscious 'polar bear'."

As he said that, Vladimisky teleported back to the Black Iron Throne that reflected the full light.

Immediately afterwards, twenty or thirty Dark Night Church's top losers who were dressed similarly to Vladimisky, with slender figures, elegant demeanor and pale faces, came in from the side door of the hall.

They stroked their hearts neatly and gracefully with their right hands, bent down to bow to Fredimsky, and all sat down at the round table with the style of Cruzde's palace.

However, the two lost people who came in, covered with black robes and masks, did not uphold the elegance of the lost people in front of them. They were tall and mighty, supporting a man in a silver-white uniform and quickly walked to Vladimisky.

After Vladimiski waved his hand and gestured, the two lost people supported the man to face everyone. Only then did Wright realize that it was Bret, who had not seen for a long time.

At this time, Brett's face was pale, lifeless or bloody, and his original green eyes turned into a bloody and a silver existence.

The scars on his face increased a lot, and there was even a thread that ran across his face from his left eye to his lower right lip.

His silver-white hair had become messy, as if it was not stained with water. He had been left with a dry mop for several days. A finger-sized monster with a silver luster similar to a large water droplet.

After looking closely, Wright found that Brett's mental state seemed to be very poor, his eyes were dull and lifeless, and his response to the surrounding environment was almost zero, but his physical appearance did not seem to change much.
Chapter completed!