That night, people all over the world were immersed in the joy of the festival, and the Lei Guang Group Camp outside Sanchahe City was no exception.

The barracks were decorated with lights and mercenaries sat on both sides of the long table, drinking in big mouthfuls, making loud noises, and it was very lively.

The whole goat and calves were set up on the fire to grill, which was both warm and fragrant.

However, compared to the lively barracks, the camp in the middle was cold and dark, and lonely.

"Uh, uh!"

The bright moonlight shone through the skylight, and a vague shadow could be seen struggling on the ground, making a low roar from time to time.

"Sizi!"

In the darkness, a round mark suddenly lit up, like burning charcoal, light and dark, accompanied by a burning smell of flesh.

"Ahhhh!"

Whenever the mark is all orange-red, the painful sound will be superimposed several times, becoming heartbreaking.

"Brother, why don't you have a couple of drinks for the holiday today?"

"Brothers are waiting for you."

A sturdy figure walked into the military tent, looked around, and then found the regiment commander on the ground, and hurried over.

Huozui turned on the luminous light on the table and saw Tienuo's face was pale, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, and his hair and back were wet with sweat.

"Was that mark on fire again?" Huo Tsui stared at her eyes, extremely concerned.

"I'm fine." Tieno sat up with difficulty and waved his hand at him.

"Damn it!" Looking at the brother who was about to be exhausted, Huozui became angry from his heart, and his fist hit the ground with a sharp blow, gritting his teeth and cursing, "It's so fucking ghost!"

"It's good to go there." Tienuo patted Huozui on the shoulder and comforted him.

Huozui helped Tienuo up and put it on the chair, and asked again, "Has the attacks been more and more frequent recently?"

Tienuo nodded. The mark on his body was left by the gluttonous monarch that day. As long as he is still alive, he will be entangled until death and will never give up.

Every time the attack occurs, the mark will become hot and burn the flesh. His consciousness will fall into boundless darkness, cold and cold, as if a pair of eyes staring at him in the depths of the darkness. The terrifying aura is like a sea of ​​abyss, and it is invisible.

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Even if he is as tough as him, it is irresistible. Under the huge pressure, his spirit is like a tight thread, and he will collapse and go crazy at any time.

He didn't know how long he could last, but he would resist stubbornly until the moment the fire of life was extinguished.

It is precisely because of this mark that he, who has advanced to the holy realm, dare not communicate with the undercurrent of time and space. Once he communicates, he will be targeted. The other party will gain a channel to enter this world by devouring him. He would rather give up becoming stronger than

Let the evil existence succeed.

"Is there no other way?" Huozui clenched his fists, extremely sad and angry, "Can we just watch that a living person was exhausted to death!"

He felt sad in his heart, and they were so small in the face of the existence in the undercurrent of time and space.

"Don't worry, I won't die so easily." Tienuo grabbed Huozui's shoulder hard and looked at the old friend with a firm look.

"Or, we go to Baita Academy and find Ramsden. He is the guardian of mankind. He will definitely have a solution." Huozui seemed to have grabbed a life-saving straw.

Tienuo smiled gently and shook his head, "We are not close to him or her, there is no reason to bother others."

"And, the Great Sage is the Great Sage of the World, the Guardian of all mankind, not the Guardian of a small mercenary group of us. His time is far more precious than our lives."

"But..." Huozui stopped talking.

"Don't bother others if you can solve the problem yourself." Tienuo stood up and said, "Let's go and drink. I haven't had a good drink with you this year." After that, he walked out of the tent without looking back.

Looking at his broad and thick shoulders that disappeared from the curtain, Huozui let out a deep breath, got up, and chased out with his head shaking.

"I'm going to drink you down today!"

"Hahaha, it's up to you? It's for the next life!"

Just as the two men were holding each other's arms and provoking each other, on a battlefield north of the Longshi Mountains, torches burned, illuminating the scorched earth that had no grass.

There was a huge hexagram on the ground, and a man in black robe stood in the middle, muttering something.

"A powerful, proud, unrivaled king in the dark, listen to the call of your faithful servant."

"We have prepared a grand banquet for you, with the head as a cup, the blood as wine, the bone as a plate, and the flesh as a dish. We look forward to your visit..."

While talking, a truck slowly retreated and raised the rear bracket. The bodies in the carriage fell out and piled up into hills in the middle of the hexagram.

All of them were fresh corpses, the blood was still warm and flowing everywhere.

They were old and young, men and women, with their eyes wide open and their eyes closed. All the people from a refugee tribe were here.

"Young Master Qin, no, Young Master Qin!"

An old man stumbled over, threw himself in front of the pile of corpses, and kowtowed desperately, "It's a sin, it's a sin!"

"Teacher, this is a necessary sacrifice." A young voice came from the black hood. The tone was gentle, but it was heard in the ears, but it was creepy.

The old man was heartbroken, trembling with his hands, pointed at the young man, and cried, "Qin Wu, Qin Wu, how could you become like this? These are all living people!"

"Teacher, you can no longer keep up with the times." The voice in the hood was calm and indifferent, as if there was no emotion, "If you want to achieve great things, you must make sacrifices."

"What did you sacrifice?" the old man said sadly, "What you sacrificed is the lives of others!"

"So what? As long as you can gain power, what's wrong?"

"They are suffering in this world." The young man carried his hands and looked proudly at the moon. "They should thank me, I made their rotten lives worthwhile."

His voice was cold, as if he was giving high above his charity.

"Qin Wu, you're crazy, you're really crazy!"

The old man opened his hands, looked up at the sky, and cried loudly, "God, open your eyes! Why did I teach such a student with a human face and beast heart? What kind of evil did I have committed in my previous life? You should treat me like this!"

As he spoke, the old man showed a ferocious face and struggled to get up. He had lost his mind and grabbed the young man's neck with both hands.

"puff!"

The bright tip of the knife came out from the old man's back, and it became pale under the moonlight. The old man widened his eyes and fell slowly, dying with his eyes open.

"Teacher, rest in peace." The young man knelt down, sootheed the old man's eyes, and sighed, "Teacher, you don't know my sacrifice..."

"I sacrificed my holiday time and had a reunion dinner with my family. Isn't it enough to travel here all the way?"

"Teacher, I'm not crazy, it's this world."

"You always tell me that if you want to be a big shot, you must take the people of the world as your responsibility."

"But if this world is not mine, what's the point?"

"Why should I care about other people's business? And why should I care about other people's life or death?"

"If this world is not mine, it's better to ruin it, what's the matter with me!"

The young man pulled out the sharp knife, wiped it on his clothes, and took back the scabbard. He kicked the old man's body to the edge of the pile of corpses, and started to chant again.

"A powerful, proud, unrivaled king in the dark, listen to the call of your faithful servant..."

Blood flowed into the grooves drawn on the ground, and a bloody hexagram pattern gradually formed.

The wind was everywhere, the stars were dim, and the moon was covered by dark clouds. The dark world seemed to be covered with a deeper layer and became dark and deep.

Obscure whispers sounded in my ears, densely packed, sometimes far and sometimes near, as if purgatory deep in the depths, and there were ill-intentioned gazes everywhere.

At the same time, Tieno, who was drinking with his brothers, felt his mark gradually getting hot. Within a few breaths, it became extremely hot.

He took the excuse to relieve himself, got up and left the seat, walked out of the barracks, and arrived at a place where no one saw it. He immediately accelerated and strode out of the camp.

"Sizi!"

A lot of white smoke came out from the mark, and the smell of burnt flesh came to my nose.

"Uh, uh!"

This time, the attack was more severe than any previous one, and the mark was extremely painful, as if it was about to be melted.

He gritted his teeth suddenly, his body grew bigger, turned into an iron giant, and rushed through the fields.

After running for several kilometers in one breath, Tienuo plunged into the weeds, panting like a cow.

Looking back, there was only a little spark left in the lightning camp.

The burning of the mark continued to intensify, as if it was about to penetrate the body, but consciousness was like falling into an ice cave, making the teeth tremble, cold and hot, making people almost crazy and collapse.

"Uh, uh!"

Tienuo endured the severe pain of burning, stood up and pulled out the battle dagger on his waist.

The sharp blade reflected a beard-burned face, tortured by illness and inhumane shape.

Only those eyes are still deep and bright, and firm and determined!

In the endless darkness and coldness, a pair of scarlet eyes suddenly opened.

The terrifying aura is like abyss and a sea, like the huge waves slamming the rocks and gravels, the sea of ​​consciousness is dark and dim, and the crystal wall of consciousness is covered with spider web cracks, and it has reached the verge of collapse.

"I'm not afraid of you."

"I was not afraid before, but now I am not afraid, and I will not be afraid in the future!"
To be continued...