"You must not go to Robert's villa again. The oil painting has completely turned into a terrifying disaster..."

Angelella said in a solemn voice: "I'm going to find someone, maybe only he can solve these things!"

"Why...why do you want to help me?" Nietzsche asked with a loud voice.

"Maybe...because we are the same kind of people..." Angelira smiled bitterly, revealing a mark on her arm: "All of them are destined to be sacrificed to the evil god!"

"Sin Seal? It seems a little different!" Nietzsche's pupils shrank slightly, but he believed it: "I'll go with you!"

"Well, the police and the supervisor of the Investigation Department take over the matter here... Come with me!"

Angelila pulled Nietzsche's arm, rented a carriage, and came to the slums of Kimbert.

Nietzsche is also very familiar with this place.

Houses are short and dense, occupying the roads, and the drainage ditch emits a foul smell. Most of the citizens living here are unclogged, with pale faces, numb eyes, and sometimes a hint of madness.

This is the largest slum in Kimbert City, and it is also a place where the elites who claim to be upper class dare not set foot. Otherwise, they would most likely turn into a corpse in a stinky ditch the next day.

Angelina was familiar with the roads here, walking through the streets and alleys, and walking to the riverside, in front of a row of narrow shacks.

When we get here, the smell is even worse because there are many textile and chemical factories upstream, the entire river is painted black, and there are many corpses floating on the river surface.

Nietzsche couldn't help but frown: "Who are we... going to find?"

"A wizard...have you ever heard the term Mandala?" Angelira's expression became extremely solemn.

"I know that one of Vincent's most important archaeological discoveries is related to the Mandala tribe on the Black Continent..." Nietzsche replied.

"Mandala is an extremely ancient tribe in the rainforest. It is rumored that it retains the custom of cannibalism and is also the origin of wizards!"

Angelira stated in a calm voice: "A thousand years ago, they had an extremely brilliant civilization, and those wizards could even communicate with the gods in their dreams and get their blessings! In terms of their understanding of mysterious power, Mandala wizards are definitely the best!"

While talking, she got into a black tent located by the river.

The space inside the tent is very large, and it seems to be connected to other tents. There are two black men guarding him, with expressionless faces and bulging muscles.

They give Nietzsche the feeling that it is even more powerful than the soul-returning corpse made by Simon last time.

"It's me! I want to meet the Gargwu!"

Angelira obviously knew each other, and after informing her, the two were invited into the largest tent.

The light was dim, and Nietzsche subconsciously took a few steps back and hit a wooden frame.

He picked it up casually and found that he had just grabbed a white skull, his fingers penetrated deeply into his facial features. There was no trace of flesh on it, but there was still a lot of hair, which was tied into a different whip.

"ah!"

Nietzsche hurriedly covered his mouth before he didn't scream.

raging!

At this moment, green flames burned from the surrounding braziers, reflecting the person kneeling in the center.

He was too old, like a skinny skeleton with no beard or hair on his face and the light in his eyes was like a ghost fire.

"Gargwizard!"

Angelina pulled Nietzsche and knelt down in front of the other party.

"Meet again... the daughter with a brand on her back!" The Garghu turned her head and made a creaking sound, as if there were no old equipment with oil.

"And you, the one who dances with ghouls! It seems that we have some common topics in cooking and ingredients...hehe..."

The Gewu monster laughed.

"You...you know everything?" Nietzsche's face turned pale and felt his stomach start to feel nauseous again.

"Real ghouls are usually no different from us, and they also have a certain amount of mental pollution... When you are with them, you will ignore some things you are used to, such as the continuous decrease of neighbors and colleagues..."

The Gegewu smiled rattle.

"Okay, he's already uncomfortable enough. Gargwig, I'm here to find you today. There are two things..." Angelella took a deep breath: "I'll pay the price."

"Okay, tell me your problem!"

Gege picked up a green tea cup, and there was a ball of green paste inside, emitting an inexplicable odor.

"This ghoul escaped, but while searching its residence, I found a word - Feast of Meat, what does it mean?"

Bang!

The witch's hand shook and the teacup fell directly to the ground.

He ignored his voice and his voice became low: "This is the beginning of a ritual! A very evil ritual involves the ancient legends on this planet, those ancient people! and external gods!"

"In ancient times, those who ruled this planet were ancient people with extraordinary power, all descendants of the outer gods! We wizards learned power from the ancients, and some of them became black wizards! But those who studied the outer gods, even among the black wizards known for their madness, were extremely rare madmen! Most of them destroyed themselves..."

The Gege said in a chanting tone: "Any extraordinary power must be polluted, and the external gods are the source of everything! They are unpredictable and extremely powerful. Even if they are just meeting their original bodies, they will bring about terrifying changes... Whenever we mention them, we must use another title, because their real names, even if they are just fragments, often carry evil pollution..."

‘That’s what…’ Nietzsche frowned: ‘It seems that this witch is the craziest wizard among wizards who study the external gods…’

"What does all this have to do with the feast of meat?" Angelila asked.

"I said that this is the beginning of a ritual. Its full name is 'a offering to the dark gods'. It starts with the three sacrifices of flesh, blood and soul. It sacrifices to a dark outer god in the dark and prays for its power. In myths and legends, once this ceremony is completed, it will at least send a son of darkness, the ancient man who once ruled the planet!" The Gege replied: "And the feast of flesh is the beginning of the dark sacrifice. It points to the master who lives on the arc of the star, the traveler of the star realm, the ruler of the star demon insect, the lord of chaos and madness!"

As he said that, Gege's eyes inadvertently glanced at Nietzsche: "The mark on you is the seal of the sacrifice of this master!"

"So it's Him!" Nietzsche covered the back of his neck, and his whole body was trembling.

The shadow hidden in his blood finally unveiled a little to him.

"For the real sacrifice, the Feast of the Fruit is just the beginning, right? Blood and soul are needed next!" Angelira hissed, "If these two rituals are blocked, can the entire festival be destroyed?"

"The power from darkness is far stronger than you imagined... Once the son of darkness comes, it will be a disaster for the entire planet!" The Gargwu's eyes suddenly turned pure white: "The ancients like to rule the country with high pressure and severe punishment. Their appearance represents slavery and disaster... The dark minions will definitely make the sacrifice successful at all costs."

Nietzsche felt that he couldn't breathe.

I am obviously just an outer member, so why is it suddenly related to a disaster at the level of world-destruction?

"Is there nothing I can do?"

After calming down, Nietzsche gritted his teeth and asked.

"Only the power of the external god can fight against the external god!" The voice of the Gegewu became more and more erratic: "The master who lives on the arc of the star also has a mortal enemy. It is a giant python from the star world, a big snake with seven-color scales flashing all over it! The master of the gods in the dream!"

Speaking of this, Gege's eyes suddenly looked at Angelella: "You have Vincent's power left over from you, and Vincent was facing the giant python in the astral world, so he became the Abysser!"

"Abyss?"

"The person who faces the abyss is a person who is an abyss, and among wizards, he is also an extremely powerful existence! The wizard who has just started can only be regarded as a polluter who is involved in extraordinary power! Then the controller represents the extraordinary power that can control oneself, but this is just an illusion. When he is promoted again, he will find that we have been staring at the abyss, and at the same time, we are also staring at the abyss..."

"The second thing, Vincent left a painting, which was completely out of control..." Angelella took a deep breath.

"The pollution of the Abyss is out of control, and I can do nothing..." The Gewu waved his hand, acted like a look of seeing off the guests, and finally said: "Young man, I just got the enlightenment of my dreams. You have already come into contact with your hope..."

...

Until he walked out of this slum, Nietzsche was still a little confused: "The polluter, the controller, the abyss? These are the three major levels of the extraordinary? I have already contacted my hope, what does it mean?"

"I didn't expect that... there was such a secret hidden behind the Feast of Meat..." Angelira bit her lip: "Let's part here, I'm going to go back and think calmly!"

She is just a girl under the pressure of mortgage loans, and she has no connection with evil gods who rule the world.

"Okay, Miss Angelina!"

After parting, Nietzsche's eyes were a little confused and he walked unconsciously on the street.

When he stopped, he found himself standing in front of Wutong Street.

"Is this the revelation of fate?"

Nietzsche laughed at herself and walked into a grocery store.

Immediately, he saw the unscrupulous business owner and the cute maid.

"Oh, it's been a long time no see, my little gentleman!"

Fang Yuan put down the newspaper and raised his eyes: "Have you saved enough money?"

"Money? What's the money?" Nietzsche was stunned.

"Of course it's the money to buy Vincent's paintings! Please allow me to introduce you to you... The treasure we just received, Vincent's late masterpiece - Dream!"

Fang Yuan pointed to the twisted starry sky map on the wall, and Nietzsche's expression seemed to see a ghost.

https:

A genius remembers the address of this site in one second:...:m.
Chapter completed!