winter era

Chapter 124 Holy Night

There are a total of 27 mobile mage strongholds in the capital, with a permanent population of about 100 to [-] people, not counting mage apprentices.These places are relatively places that can have a great impact on the plan.

The more complex the situation, the greater the power the mages will display, especially when the plan is implemented, the scene that can be produced is definitely not inferior to the fist that he casts himself ten years later.No, even the riot he caused was not as large as this time. After all, this is to start tearing a crack at the back of the whole world, so it must be perfect.

He himself has no way to suppress the counterattack of those mages, because he needs to suppress the counterattack of the sixth ring of mages, at least to block the entire space and monopolize the entire Mechanic Realm crystal wall channel, and use the channel over there to perform a reverse jump .The shock caused by this did not allow him to continue those delicate things properly, so those seeds were needed to create disturbances.And those mages will undoubtedly be able to remove the seeds he arranged, so he needs to exile those people himself.

The rest with insecurities are the artists whose brains and demons flow.As the saying goes, the source of art is the madness of the devil.To be honest, the brain structure of these artists is somewhat similar to some alien creatures, and even their abilities have a certain degree of commonality.For example, it often happens that an artist dies suddenly, turning into a cloud of black-gray dust and burning at home, and then a brand new big devil that looks similar to the artist who died suddenly will appear in hell.This is really a coincidence that doesn't sound suspicious at all.

Although a hundred years ago, artists didn't have so many shabby things, because the law of the crystal wall system was still in an independent state, and those people didn't even know how to summon demons.But now artists are indeed a force that cannot be ignored.The ghost knows what kind of monsters these guys will pop out after their brains twitch, maybe even the abyss lord can pop out two.

Kaos doesn't have much free time to argue with those artists, what he has to do is very simple.Get rid of some artists first this night, and save yourself from being turned into something else by these crazy guys when the plane collapses.The erosion of the law of the crystal wall system is not a scientific thing. It is not uncommon for a small human to directly become a big demon with a height of several meters or even tens of meters.At least Kaos has done such an experiment.

"The fourth artist who should die is the sculptor Demo Gogan. Just by hearing the name, I feel that this guy will be a great big devil in the future. Ten years later, it seems that there will really be an abyss lord named this name..."

Looking at the evil sculpture in front of him, Kaos shrugged needlessly.Perhaps for ordinary people, the evil charm attached to this sculpture can make people mesmerized, but for people like Kaos whose mental resistance has exceeded the ordinary concept, the toxin is still too little, at least Much can make him feel better than nothing.

Art is a poison.When you have the idea of ​​artistic beauty and you're crazy about it, it's not that you really like the crap.It's just that you have been mentally poisoned by the crazy poison from the devil's abyss.People like supernatural power and nihilism.It is perfectly normal to be contaminated by this toxin.Most of the so-called touted guys have some mental problems, and people who can be contaminated with toxins are themselves a source of infection.

The evil power of demons is a more violent mental stimulation than medicine without harming the human body.Like the ubiquitous hallucinogenic ingredients in narcotic painkillers, demonic toxins are fun when used properly.

"It's just that your power has indeed affected me, great artists..."

The parchment in his hand quickly carbonized into a cloud of black smoke and disappeared into the night.Kaos raised his hand and knocked on the black wooden door in front of him. The knocking sound of 'Tuk Tuk' didn't come out too far in this hazy night that seemed to be alive, but it was like being eaten by something within a very short distance.It presents an extremely dull and painful atmosphere.

Artists generally choose to live far away from residential areas.This is not to say that they are arrogant or anything, but purely for the sake of safety.Few civilians would like to be surrounded by a big bomb, especially if they are still connected to the hell where countless people have been buried.There are even many stories of neighbors killing artists spontaneously and then surrendering themselves to be regarded as heroes by neighbors. After all, for the sake of their own safety, it is better to kill danger in the cradle than to suffer death in sleep.

Therefore, the house in front of Kaos is also independent of the entire area, standing quietly in the dark night as if left alone.The few lights in the black house are like the eyes of demons in the night, quietly staring at the slippery and muddy darkness outside.Hearing the sound of his front teeth being knocked, the bright eyeballs swayed, and a pair of them slowly moved down and entered behind the black door, spying outside with their perception like a beast.

On the other side of the door, the black-robed wizard could even feel the cold breath of the man behind the door.The mind, which had been corrupted by the demon's poison, was full of confusion.Doesn't seem to understand at all why visitors are showing up during this time period.

Every artist has his own abyss in his mind, and the chaotic and muddy emotions can even interfere with the normal thinking activities of people around him.The person behind the door has been eroded to a considerable extent, and even the conversation was stuttering for a long time before he stuttered and questioned the dark visitor outside the door.

"&*￥% you... are &* who? Why... come here at this time?"

The turbid words are full of harsh noises.Even through a layer of door panels, you can feel the abnormality of the waiter behind the door.The words that seemed distorted by something no longer belonged to the range of human beings, and were closer to the ranks of monsters.

But Kaos had no problem with this kind of problem, but slowly stretched out his skeleton-like palm to the wooden door. "It's just a need for an exchange of inspiration between the two artists. It will definitely attract attention during the day, and I don't think your master would like this to happen. So I came to visit myself, is there any problem?"

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