"The architectural style of Khitan Ris, there is really a building of Khitan Ris buried here. Could it be that the 'monster' that caused Ogelji to be blessed by the power of the ancient gods and the Lord of the Dark Night is here?" Looking at the mutation of the surrounding buildings, Dak swallowed and murmured.
In an instant, dark clouds broke into the middle, and even though the sky was still lightning and thunder and howling wind, the moon, which seemed to be stained with blood, hung high in the center of the torn black curtain.
The bright red light splashed, making the dilapidated, almost declining Khitan Ris-style buildings seem to be sprinkled with mucus mixed with thick juice and asphalt, and the air is filled with a strong fishy smell, just like a field where humans and "unintentioned people" have been fighting each other and lying full of bodies that can no longer get up.
Whether it was an hallucination or a sound of the wind, Dak and Wolfya heard the shrill cry of the woman, the baby cried in a low voice, and the whistle that captured the soul seemed to be heard in the distance, the nightingale lingered in the air and screamed wildly, and the cats gathered here from all sides, raised their paws, looked up, and kept "meowing" and shouting, as if they were contributing themselves to a ceremony.
"Look, Wolfya, Dark, this is the power of Wells and the Black Fly. They can call on the power of Khitanris buried deep here, and call on these cats, and these cute elves pray for us. You may know, you may not know that when lightning and blood moon come together, the thick fog will be dispersed. As long as I give a little more, the thick fog can be reduced by one." Daniel spread his flies' wings and said in an ethereal voice:
"As long as I sacrifice all my soul, the thick fog will disappear. This is why Wells gave me strength and my mission."
"You're crazy, Daniel." Dark analyzed:
"Are you misled by the information brought to you by the 'Black Fly'? These powers have a strong dark magic source power. They cannot be created by the gods of the forest. It is obvious that they were caused by the ancient gods in this Khitan Reis ruins and the evil spirits left by the Lord of the Dark Night.
"Danil, be more awake. Ogelgi was injured by the 'monster' hidden behind the fog. He had to turn himself into the cicada pupae that was neither human nor ghost. Moreover, even so, he did not avoid the fate of his soul being absorbed by the 'heartless human virus'."
"I am not Ogelgi, I am Daniel. The gods I believe in are greater than the Lord and God. We believers of the "Biography-only Bishop" have the ability to communicate with the Creator in any place, at any time, or in any space. Just sacrifice a little of our souls. Wells, the God of the Forest, is strictly speaking, the God of our "Biography-only Bishop" superior god." Daniel defended with deep affection.
"What do you want to do, Daniel." Wolfya raised the "Northern Bear" pistol high, put one hand on the trigger, and stably held the bottom of the gun with the other hand. The black muzzle was aimed at Daniel's heart.
"I think, hahaha, I think, hahaha. Of course, I think, I must think, I originally wanted to help us humans dispel the fog, that's all. Of course, get some extremely powerful power by the way. Wolfya, I think you still remember Johnnies, the former commander of our Cruise Deal Federation. He obtained the guidance of the Lord of the Dark Night, obtained 6 sequence cores, and jumped to level 2: abandonment." Daniel widened his eyes and said greedily:
"It is precisely because of this that Johnnies was promoted from a soldier without any rank to the commander of the Far Southeast Region of Dawn 5. And if I could dispel the thick fog here, I would be recognized by the Lord of the Dark Night and the Goddess of Light. The power of the two gods was enough to let me touch the illusory and looming threshold of the demigod."
"Desire." Dark stared at Darnell, and his wings that were flapping very disgusting, dripping with light green acid, his voice was particularly low, mixed with some fear from the depths of his soul:
"Wolfya, your old comrade-in-arms is being swallowed by desire. His heart has indeed not become a mechanical masterpiece under the "Intentional Man Virus", but it is already extremely dark, like coal in the night. Moreover, behind him, I vaguely saw an extremely huge shadow. The shadow is stretching out his hands to control several silk threads, controlling Daniel."
"Is this... a metaphor?" Wolfya asked, turning his head toward Dark. After all, he didn't see anything behind Darnell, except the blood-red moon that "wrapped" Darnell's head.
"No, Wolfya, I don't like to use any rhetorical techniques in this tension. If you look closely, Daniel's face is very stiff even though he has a smile that makes us hate. Obviously, half of his emotions do not belong to him, but the 'monster' forced him to attach to his spirit." Daniel pointed at Daniel in the air and analyzed.
"It seems that's true. And...Danier seems to be in great pain. He is twisting his body. Is he resisting something?" Wolfya asked in confusion.
"He was blinded by desire and put on the armor of the 'Black Fly'. Now, he is slowly changing from an independent person to a semi-puppet. You know, Professor Wolfya, Professor Ivanov said that the formation of a puppet is the result of a long-term behavior. Even if the gods are in the world, they can only shorten it and cannot instantly enslave humans." Dak explained:
"Look, Wolfya Daniel paused his conversation with us, and, we talked about him so loudly, he did not move any way. It means that the process of puppetization is running at high speed.
"The power of the gods seems to have such a high-speed operational machinery. Even if we remember the principles they gave, we cannot stop the progress of puppetization when it is small. Fortunately, the Khitan Reese believe that humans are the most spiritual one among living things. The so-called "Immortals" will turn the tablet to call the souls of the lost people. Unfortunately, we are not Khitan Reese and cannot use their magic power skills." Dak shrugged and waved his hand and said.
"A lot of nonsense said." Wolfya said a little unhappy:
"It seems that it has to be solved by force. Dark, in fact, I sometimes envy those beasts. They do not need to think about the environment, formulate strategies, and rely solely on powerful forces and bloodthirsty instincts to fight. But often, pure combat can bring unexpected results."
"This is the culture we Cruzds believe in." Dark sighed:
"Wolfya, I guess, the 'monster' that caused the death of Ogelgi. Half of my power is highly related to the Lord of the Dark Night, and half is inseparable from the ancient gods. Therefore, I can clearly sense that the power of the ancient and the Dark Night is gathering around Darnier's body.
"It's just a pity that midnight is over now, and it is the most suitable time for these two forces to exert. If we can create some light now, even simple and bright fire, it can lead to the "monster" behind Daniel.
"As Daniel's puppetization process accelerates, he will expose the darkness deep in his heart. Perhaps he was just thinking about using these forces to dispel the thick fog and help us reach the 'Peslunai' area as soon as possible. Then the next moment, he will do something extremely extraordinary under the control of the dark."
As soon as Dark finished speaking, an extremely comfortable moan came from Darnell's throat. The sound seemed to be caused by the extremely tired factory workers who had been busy all day long and were soaking in a comfortable bathtub to soothe their bodies. But in fact, it was a sign that Darnell's soul was completely enslaved and suppressed.
"The feeling of strength is indeed comfortable, like drinking a glass of honey. The sweet liquids entered my stomach and intestines along my throat, immersing me in warmth while replenishing my nearly exhausted physical energy." Daniel said, put away the ugly wings given to him by the "Black Fly" and slowly landed on the ground, standing about ten meters away from Wolfya and Dak.
"That's not honey, that's poison. What you drink is the power of the 'monster'. You have become a monster, Daniel." Dark's tone was full of hostility. He stared at "Danier" in front of him with sharp eyes, clasped his fists with both hands, silently recited the spells used to form spirits, gathering the magic power belonging to the dark night and water sources.
"Danier, it turns out that his name is Daniel. This name, well, is very good, it is a common name for believers of the 'bishop only'. However, this name did not give him wisdom. I just used some tricks and deceived him by relying on the statue of the God of the Forest." "Danier" said, his upper body bent slightly, his hands were inserted into his pockets, and he looked up at Dark with a strange smile, like a naughty child.
Just because Wolfya and Dak were not deceived by such inferior tricks, Dak knew that for the faithful believers, even if the statue of the god in front of him was fake and a trap, he had to go to the service and pay his most loyal respect.
Kowofya and Dak are not believers, and they are not interested in power, reputation and money. It is not easy to tempt these two people. I am afraid that only when the Creator himself comes can he bring down enough attractive bait.
Seeing that Dark and Wolfya did not respond to "Danier"'s provocation, they were prepared for the battle. "Danier" turned his head back, laughed wildly at the Blood Red Moon a few times, then stretched out a purple arc, and rushed towards Dark with two fists with the rich power of the Lord of the Dark Night.
But Wolfya's reaction was a little faster.
He picked up the rocket launcher on the ground and pointed it at the "Danier" in front of him and pulled the trigger.
Chapter completed!