You tell me, this is called daily youth?

Mai didn't disturb the girl's thoughts. She waited for a while before patting her shoulder.

"Their car is almost full, let's follow them."

The pursuit continued, and after about five minutes of driving in the traffic, the black car finally slowed down and stopped in front of a dark high-rise building.

These buildings were noticed when the dungeon was opened. They were like black swords stuck in the ground, scattered in the residential area, and were the most eye-catching landmarks in this bloody city.

The door on the first floor was pushed open, revealing a passage wide enough for two cars to drive side by side. The black car restarted and drove straight in.

Squeak.

Mai stepped on the brakes. They were just respected, not invisible, so of course they couldn't follow her in.

"This is the place Abate has been to." Mai recognized it at a glance, but she didn't know which one it was. The door was completely open and there were no guards in sight. "How about I activate my special ability and go in to take a look?"

"No, that's too dangerous. Let me use the Void Puppet to test it. You turn around first. We'll be ready to run away at any time."

"That's...okay."

After experiencing the Battle of the Wrath of the Sea, Hiyori was already very proficient in using the Void Puppet. She snapped her fingers and suddenly felt herself being split in half.

Her vision, hearing, and smell were all separated, and because of her different positions, the sense of separation was so severe that for a moment she didn't know whether she was sitting in a car or standing on the side of the road.

The Void Puppet doesn't last long and can't interfere with reality. Even if it has characteristics that are invisible in the material world, Mai's characteristics can be noticed, so the puppet shouldn't be much better.

However, this thing is a consumable. If a fight really breaks out, the hatred will not be directed at you.

As the ghostly puppet moved silently, its line of sight extended, and it got into the building before the door closed. Hiyori activated its characteristic, causing its field of vision to rotate 360 ​​degrees.

There were no windows, so the view wasn't dim, but the lights dyed it a terrifying blood-red.

The interior area is very large, with many cult members wearing black suits and golden skulls on their chests coming and going, and the structure is also very simple.

Behind the door was a hall with two elevators at the end. Eight identical black cars were neatly parked in the hall, which made Hiyori raise an eyebrow.

It's very strange. This place doesn't look like a hospital or a cemetery. What's the point of collecting the bodies here?

The Void Puppet stood in the darkest corner, watching the staff open the car door and gently carry the body down. The body was badly damaged, and the blood that flowed out immediately dyed the black floor red.

But after seeing dozens of bodies laid out together, Hiyori discovered one thing in common:

Whether they were beheaded or their bodies torn into pieces, their heads were relatively intact.

Hey, why do we have to keep the head? The head should be the best fatal point.

Hiyori didn't quite understand. Yuuki told her that the extraordinary skill of vital point transfer was most afraid of being hit on the head. Then, something even more unreasonable happened.

Puff puff.

The black-clad staff took out huge meat cleavers, chopped off the heads one by one, and put them into trays.

Huh? What's the point of chopping off a corpse's head? Isn't it just to prevent resurrection?

Hiyori was even more puzzled, and turned her head when she heard a 'ding' sound.

The elevator door opened and a group of taller and stronger men wearing blood-red suits and skull masks walked out.

They looked terrifying, with one gold and three black masks. They slowly walked to the front of the car and took the tray from the man in black. When handing it over, they seemed to be chanting some kind of spell.

The syllables were not long, more like a code, but Hiyori couldn't understand it. Fortunately, 'Reality Reading' could take in all the movements in the entire hall in a very short time.

The blood gathered and did not reach the soles of the feet. These people seemed to be standing in a sea of ​​blood to complete the handover; each of them chanted a spell, their expressions were fanatical and determined; finally, there was a difference in treatment between the heads.

Some were directly thrown into pockets and packed away, while those placed on trays were all the heads of warriors collected from the death arena.

Why is that? Do the skulls have any special purpose? Why does the cult collect them?

Hiyori's little head was filled with question marks. She was completely unable to understand what she saw, but she knew that this must be related to the ultimate secret.

As she was thinking, she heard a low, hoarse, and angry voice.

"You, what are you looking at?"

The girl was confused for a moment due to the severed five senses, and then her hair stood on end.

It was discovered!

Both of her vision turned blood red, and she smelled a nauseatingly strong odor of blood and felt a maddening tearing sensation.

The side effect of the Void Puppet is feedback from the five senses, and this time it's even more than that. A feeling of cruelty and brutality surged into his heart, getting closer and closer, as if it was slowly crawling over along the connection between the puppet and the original body.

"Senior, run!"

The girl in the car screamed, and Mai next to her didn't waste a second, she immediately released the handbrake and stepped on the accelerator.

woo-

The engine roared, and the entire car shot out like an arrow, scraping against several cars in a row. Under normal circumstances, this would be enough to trigger a bloody battle, but these cars simply stopped and did not catch up.

"Are you okay? What did you see?" Mai turned her head and saw the girl in the passenger seat with her arms around her chest, shaking all over as if she was seriously ill.

Her teeth were chattering and her eyes were darting around uncontrollably. Fortunately, after the distance increased, the Void Puppet lost control and automatically disintegrated. She quickly swallowed several comfort pills and finally escaped from the severe mental breakdown.

"I, I, I..." Hiyori opened her trembling mouth, unable to describe the strange phenomenon she saw. Countless pieces of information flashed in her brain and finally merged into one sentence.

"I saw mountains of corpses and seas of blood!"

Chapter 4 Apostles (K)

The door of the black building was open.

A figure about two meters tall, wearing a blood-red skull mask and a crimson windbreaker, stood at the door.

The windbreaker is too large to cover the specific features of the body, and one can only judge from the standing posture that the person is leaning slightly forward.

The golden skull mask only revealed the eye sockets, which contained a pair of crimson eyeballs that emitted a strange light, like two burning flames.

The 'flame' stared at the street in front of it, leaving two dark skid marks on the ground. It slowly moved upwards, only to be blocked by the rolling traffic.

Passersby took detours, casting complicated glances at him, each one containing the following emotions:

Respect, fear, desire and eagerness to try.

The figure didn't care what these people thought. He would just go over and kill anyone who stared at him for more than three seconds. Unfortunately, no one could last more than one second.

"Lord Apostle, is someone spying on the sacred ceremony?" A burly man in a red suit came out, obviously of a higher status.

"Well, just like before, these seeds are not honest, have no honor, and are as despicable as bugs, always doing meaningless things."

A low, hoarse, violent voice sounded, mixed with mockery.

In its opinion, how can it escape if it is caught peeping? It should turn around, yell "What are you looking at" and give it a good beating.

Then they ran away. So they ran away. If I find them again, I will just kill them with one punch.

"Seeds are like this. They are born for no reason and die for no reason. All their struggles are just for survival."

"But once you come to this city, no one can leave alive. Their struggle is sad and pitiful." The scarlet figure shook his head slightly. This is normal. Their existence is an insult, but it is a pity and very precious.

"So how are the seeds this time? To be frank, I don't have high expectations."

"Just like before, there are eight groups in total. Three groups have been sacrificed, leaving five groups remaining."

"Weak! It's only been such a short time and nearly half of them are already injured or killed." The apostle sneered, flames surging in his eyes, as if he wanted to put an end to the struggle of these trash.

"But two of these groups are different from the previous ones." The man in the red suit took out a roster and read from it. "One group is named Kevin. He actually used a barrier to obscure the battlefield, preventing the audience from seeing anything."

what?

The figure was stunned for a moment. As far as it knew, these seeds could only be of three kinds:

The first type directly obeys the rules, devotes their whole body and mind to the fight to the death, and finally burns out.

The second type remains calm and struggles desperately, but will eventually lose themselves in waves of frenzy.

The third type are some who are clever and try to avoid fighting or leave the arena. The cult will personally deal with these people.

The red figure took the record and looked at it carefully. This Kevin was indeed someone he had never seen before.

He didn't shy away from fighting, nor did he insult the sacred arena; he slaughtered his enemies every time. The result was fine, but the process was bizarre, as if he was just teasing the audience for fun.

"The guide has already issued a warning, but he continues to act on his own, citing reasons like: 'This is his fighting style,' and 'Something about being born with social anxiety.'" The man in the red suit read out his advice, observing the other man's expression.

"Should we issue further warnings, or simply rule it out?"

If Yuuki were here, he would probably have felt a chill down his spine as he waited for judgment. The apostle was indeed silent for a few seconds, but finally showed some interest.

"If he doesn't follow the routine, there might be a surprise. Send him a stronger warrior. If he can make it to the Warrior stage, we'll consider it." The apostle threw away the report and thought of something else: "Let's talk about Adam. I remember he killed someone from the cult. How did he solve it?"

"Yes, he killed the members of the Order and didn't hide. Instead, he stayed in Arena VIII, fighting and killing non-stop."

"Instead of dodging, they're killed?" The apostle was surprised. This didn't fit the three rules of experience. "Why don't you stop?"

"Without stopping, he unleashed all his strength, even tearing his fellow seeds to pieces."

Kill him! Kill him now!

The fire in the skull mask's eyes was burning, and the apostle turned his head quickly, full of surprise and eagerness to try.

When it comes to breaking the rules, Yuuki is nowhere near as good as Adam, but the latter is more to his taste.

"Such seeds actually exist?"

"Yes, he's extremely eager to fight and kill." The man in the red suit extended his slender tongue and licked the mask. "I want to fight him, cut off his head with full respect, or be torn to pieces by him."

"Then go." The apostle agreed without thinking, and then covered his head.

Control it, I must control it, maybe this time I really have a chance.

After so many times, I have accumulated a lot of rationality points and can definitely set up the simplest plan.

In a moment, all living things within a hundred meters began to spontaneously combust. The crazy murderous intent was boiling, but was suppressed by greater desire.

Like a giant whale taking in water, the apostle standing in the blood-red flames took a long breath, mobilized all his wisdom, and gradually formed the outline of a plan.

This time, two different seeds appeared, and they were exactly opposite?

interesting.

......

"I understand. You two come back first. We'll face anything together."

In Death Arena IV, Yuuki stood outside the ring, his communication cut off, feeling somewhat uneasy.

I've been discovered. Judging from the painting style of the seniors, it's not difficult to follow the clues.

What will be the punishment? Ayanokouji said not to provoke the plot forces.

Although he was nervous, he was not afraid to panic. If the players were not even qualified to look for clues, then he might as well create a deathmatch and have everyone fight to the end.

Coming back to the present, he was surrounded by curses, and Yuki thought that if the cult really wanted to punish him, it should be him.

Just now he let these people watch "Black Egg" for an hour. It was like you went to a Western restaurant and the waiter only brought lemonade, and they kept drinking it one glass after another until they were exhausted.

There was no blood, no roar, and no one knew what happened inside the barrier. In any case, Yuki walked out an hour later.

"The enemy this time is stronger, so it took quite a bit of effort." Yuuki rubbed his wrist and looked at a hot reinforcement point on the panel.

It turns out that there is no way to exploit bugs to get rewards in the reincarnation game. The first two enemies didn't give me anything, but the third one finally gave me some strengthening points, and was correspondingly more difficult to deal with.

If it were a game evaluation, he should have a combat power of Extraordinary III or above, and be the kind of player who specializes in melee combat.

There aren't many weird skills, just get in on the action right away. The techniques and the fighting spirit are very intense, and players with unstable mentality like Sigong Hongzheng will be in a panic.

But I like this kind of opponent the most. Straightforward and straightforward, no fancy tricks. And based on what I've seen and heard, and what Hiyori saw, this smell...

"Why is it so strong?"

Violent passers-by, fighters who fight to the death, obsession with killing and blood, simple and crude logic.

Now there's the ritual of collecting bodies and beheading, and—

"Damn it, this woman flying around is such a hassle."

"You actually used a gun. You have no sense of honor at all."

"Kill them, chop off their heads!"

There were noisy roars all around, and the audience was very dissatisfied with Hayasaka Ai, who was wearing flying boots and dodging nimbly, and Shinomiya Kaguya, who kept retreating and shooting arrows.

No wonder all the opponents I encounter are melee fighters. Do they hate those despicable flying items so much?

If others would find it absurd, Yuuki would have sensed something was wrong:

The secret code of that group of people couldn't be 'blood sacrifice to the blood god, skull sacrifice to the skull throne'.