The moment the card was casually tossed out, the soul from hell quietly descended into the fragment.
Above the wilderness filled with beacons and towers, layers of flowing light converged, casting a brand new body.
Pale hair fluttered in the wind.
A slightly thin man stepped barefoot on the ground. His face was handsome, without the wind and frost of age. His eyebrows were like those of a teenager. Other than the black robe on his body, there were no other cumbersome accessories.
However, under his guidance, boundless radiance surged between the sixteen beacons from the Golden Dawn and the six towers created by Calamity.
They intertwined with each other, forming an ancient and vicissitude city.
Just like this, after the Eternal World Group and the Eye of the Abyss, Golden Dawn finally descended on their own base. After a long period of preparation, it formed a projection from the Land of Dreams.
— — A place that stood alone from the world!
Even though it was in hell where disasters were surging, the huge city was still like a lotus flower that grew out of the mud without being tainted. However, every time the aura surging within leaked out from the city gate, even the disasters from the abyss would start to move away and not approach.
The solemn palace that resembled a sanctum was just another demon's den created with the essence of the abyss.
Under Aleister's control, the entire city seemed to have come alive, as if it had life and soul.
It was as if the two were originally one.
At this moment, when Aleister raised his hand, a mighty bell burst forth from the tower that rose from the ground in the center of the city.
Pale waves spread under the city, spreading out, and finally outlined a huge square outline. Wherever it passed, everything seemed to have lost their color, forever solidifying into a plaster-like sculpture.
The ground was flat and pale, like a piece of white paper. Accompanied by the sunlight, when the shadow of the Forgotten City was cast on it, it flowed like viscous ink. Countless tiny runes appeared on the ground and quickly disappeared.
Only at the edge of the pale-white color was a layer of paper-sheet-like faults.
The enormous Forgotten City was like a three-dimensional paper sculpture built on top of a huge book, revealing a strange sense of beauty from the indescribable exquisiteness.
In Aleister's hand, a book with the same outline appeared. He closed it and the name of the book appeared on the spotless cover.
Book of Law
An aura similar to that of the Book of Destiny lingered on it, causing Isaac's expression to change. He clenched his fists in anger, and his expression darkened.
After so many years, the group of lunatics from the Golden Dawn still didn't stop their footsteps.
On one hand, he was frantically searching for traces of the Book of Destiny. On the other hand, he was also making preparations.
The reproduction of authority.
They, who had mastered the structure of the former Kingdom of Heaven, searched for miracles and disasters in Hell, and finally created a carrier that could record everything.
Even though it couldn't be compared to the Book of Destiny, and it didn't have the cultivation accumulated by the members of the Astronomical Society, it was still enough to display some of the effects of the original version.
Just like … what Huai Shi did just now!
"Thou art the outline of the law."
As Aleister chanted, the pages of the Book of Law flipped once more. The bell in the tower above the city rang once more. Amidst the deep and majestic sound, countless ink stains appeared out of thin air in front of Aleister and rapidly reassembled.
It evolved into a record of what happened in the past.
When the skinny figure of the Heretic King appeared in front of Aleister, the light of Gaia's blood flew out from the monk's open palm.
It fell into it.
It once again gave a soul to a dead object to record.
Under the dissipating ink marks, a pair of eyes filled with chaos and darkness looked up again.
The black-haired, black-eyed, naked middle-aged man staggered forward like a newborn baby. After falling down, he stood up again.
He opened his mouth and violently vomited, but nothing came out.
He only made hoarse sounds like roars and shouts.
In the end, he finally calmed down.
He looked at the world in front of him and read the information that appeared in his soul, and the corner of his mouth curled up into a happy smile.
"Oh, I've returned to sobriety from madness. The world is so beautiful."
He said, "Long time no see, Aleister."
"Long time no see, Mr. Woodman." Aleister greeted him, "It seems that the rules here have indeed temporarily awakened you from the sea of chaos formed after your soul shattered."
"It's best not to have any expectations. For my current state of neither life nor death, it's just an intermission between two periods of madness and despair.
If it can be of any use, just tell me. "
Woodman raised his hand and snapped his fingers. A Roman robe covered his body and a laurel crown on his head. He once again showed his posture and appearance from seventy years ago.
When he looked back, his eyes gradually became ferocious.
"There's a familiar smell in the wind." He said softly, "I smell Russell's smell, and the little brat they raised … and … Ying Fangzhou? He's alive too? Or, is he like me? "
"Well, your old friends have been waiting for a long time. I'm afraid there will be more coming, right?"
Aleister shrugged, "This world is really strange. There are actually people who have the same thoughts and plans as us. It's really hard to predict.
Could it be that this is the so-called old enemy? "
"Old enemies? Our war ended seventy years ago. What's left is just a group of lonely ghosts waiting to be forgotten. "
Woodman sneered, "But, the reunion after seventy years is really something to look forward to."
Aleister pondered for a moment and sighed softly, "I wasn't born seventy years ago. Although I read some records, I never experienced it myself. Now it seems that there's no room for me to interfere with the old grudges between the old and the new. "
"Don't worry about it, and don't test me, Aleister. I've never liked you, and I've never hidden it."
Woodman replied, "But since Mathers left you here, you naturally have to be the leader. If you have any orders, you don't have to be polite. "
"Then, since that's the case, let's determine our course of action."
In Aleister's hand, the Book of Law once again moved without any wind, and the portrait of a young man appeared on the page.
"… Huai Shi?"
Woodman frowned.
"Yes, the situation is constantly changing. To be honest, I don't have the slightest certainty about what will happen next. After all, the entire Present Realm is our opponent, so it's not surprising if something happens.
In contrast, I'm more concerned about this successor of Celestial genealogy.
After going through his resume and records, I feel that compared to the many hidden schemes of the Present Realm, perhaps this is the opponent we have to eliminate if we want to win. "
Aleister said indifferently, "This is the most fatal variable. Russell entrusted victory and defeat to him, and it seems that every time, he lived up to expectations. No matter what kind of predicament he faced, he was always able to complete the task with the most efficient method.
This time, it might be the same as before … "
He paused for a moment and looked at his teammate meaningfully. "Mr. Woodman, I think you should have experienced this yourself."
"Aleister …"
Woodman stared at the young man in front of him. After a long time, he suddenly smiled, "You know, I'm starting to like you."
"Then it's decided?" Aleister asked.
"As you wish."
Woodman nodded.
Both sides reached an agreement.
In this gamble, all the complicated games and considerations were temporarily set aside.
Before the situation became clear, they had to do their best and leave no room for maneuver …
Targeting Huai Shi!
They could lose the team battle, but that old bastard Russell and the little bastard he raised must die!
.
.
"I feel like I'm being targeted."
In the harsh roar, Huai Shi turned around and looked at the old man leaning on the motorcycle behind him, and added, "And I'm being targeted very badly."
"If you have something to say, say it quickly."
Ying Fangzhou glanced at him indifferently and urged, "If you don't dare to go, just say it. Why are you talking so much nonsense?"
"Is this because I don't dare to go?!"
Huai Shi was enraged. She jumped up and pointed at the crown wearer inside the lightning prison. "I'm only at the second level. Senior, you want me to beat up the crown wearer? This is more like asking me to send him to hell."
"Don't worry, when necessary, I will take action."
Ying Fangzhou crossed his arms and said indifferently, "Don't worry about getting hurt. As Yun Zhongjun, although I'm not good at first aid, at least there won't be a problem with CPR."
It was CPR, how could there be no problem!
Huai Shi felt that he was crying in his heart, and it was tears of blood.
When others shook people, they would shake a good brother from the sky to save the situation. Moreover, there were big sisters with big breasts and long legs. Each one of them was hardworking, hardworking, and gentle.
Why was it different when it came to him?
What did he shake?
Father …
He had only been out for less than four or five hours, but he had already realized that being Ying Fangzhou's companion really required some psychological quality. At least the ability to withstand pressure had to be good.
Mr. Sharma, I've misunderstood you. You've already done very well.
When he thought of how that kind of extreme autism was tortured by Ying Fangzhou, Huai Shi couldn't help but want to call for an express delivery and send the reinforcements he had shaken to the iron crystal seat.
Maybe the Great Grandmaster's depression would be cured in a few days!
But now, it was useless no matter how much he cursed in his heart.
After the old man led Huai Shi all the way into the sanctuary of the Blessed Land, he was ruthless and merciless. He didn't even say a word and evaporated a large group of people into ashes like cutting melons and vegetables, leaving only a crazy old monster for him.
He even called it training.
The difficulty of this training was probably even higher than that of the Spartans, right?
"What do you want me to use to fight?" Huai Shi was stunned.
"Don't just think about being lazy, Huai Shi. It's just a crown wearer. When I just advanced to Rank Two, I was already killing them for fun. Can't you even do such a small thing? "
As he spoke, Ying Fangzhou reached out and grabbed Huai Shi's collar with an invisible force. He threw him hard, ignoring Huai Shi's struggle and stuffed him directly into the cage.
"I don't know how perfunctory the person who taught you was, but your Supreme shouldn't be so simple —"
He looked up and said solemnly, "Let me see where your limit is."
At that moment, Huai Shi didn't have time to speak.
He only heard the angry roar in the wind again. In the cage, the crown wearer roared, and the iron hammer stained with sticky blood was aimed at his head.
It smashed down with a bang!
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