In the depths of the fog, the fog becomes a little thin here.

A roar that shook his mind came from under the ground, and the sound waves kept stirring the surrounding fog.

A large sank pit appeared on the ground, as if it was caused by a meteorite falling from the sky.

Bishop Grande's figure appears on the edge of the pit.

Inside the pit, a huge monster was floating in the air.

It has a body as tall as three floors, but it has completely lost its appearance as a human, and only retains the structure of its limbs, mind and body.

There are no complete facial features on the head the size of a water tank, only a naked head is left.

The head splits from the middle and lower parts, forming a bloody mouth.

The corners of the scarlet mouth cracked directly to both sides of the head.

The teeth as sharp as a blade are stained with bright red blood, which is mixed with the color of the gums.

What's even more strange is its black and red skin.

Black as ink, red as blood.

Together, they depict complex and mysterious patterns on various surfaces of the body.

Twisted, twisted, cold...

Its upper limbs have completely turned into two huge bone claws, and the lusty white blades and black and red skin are spliced ​​together, making it look very evil.

A slender rope was wrapped around his waist, and dense heads were hung on it.

Some have weathered into white bones, while others have just been cut off and blood is still flowing.

At this time, the monster was struggling constantly, making crazy roars.

Countless chains wrapped around his body, deeply tangled into its skin, firmly securing it.

If you look closely, the chain has no entity, but is composed of delicate runes and illusory exceptions.

This monster is very powerful, and every time it struggles, it will cause many chains to collapse into countless tadpole-shaped runes.

However, once these rune chains collapse, new chains will be generated immediately, and they will quickly wrap around like crazy vines.

With the monster as the center, three men in ritual robes are standing around it.

The robe has a clock mark, indicating that they must have a great status in the temple.

The obscure and difficult spell sound came, and the real powerful fluctuations were released from the bottom of the depression pit.

The space around the monster became a little unstable, as if it was shaking across the water.

Time gathers, and then starts to speed up!

As if aware of the danger, the monster let out a more manic roar and struggled even harder.

After a roar with anger, a faint blood mist spewed out of its body.

In this blood mist, the monster's struggle was strengthened again.

Although hung in the air, every time you twist your limbs, you can bring a whirlwind, shaving the gravel and dust into scattering.

Around its body, it was like a small storm.

As the wind whistled, the smell of blood became stronger and stronger, and was about to condense into substance.

It makes people feel a turbulent and unbearable when they see it.

The three old men also felt the terrifying power emitted from the monster. The spells in their mouths became louder and their speech speed became faster.

Immediately, in the small space where the monster is located, the flow of time accelerates again!

The red and black skin dried up and cracked at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the strange patterns were shattered quickly, revealing the flesh and blood under the skin.

However, flesh and blood cannot escape the power of time.

The blood evaporates, the muscles shrink, turning into pieces of reddish-brown jerky meat, falling off the body piece by piece.

It seems like it has been weathered for hundreds of years.

However, before it could fall to the ground, it turned into a slight powder and spread out with the strong wind around it.

Even the white bone claws appeared many tiny cracks, which became very fragile and decay.

With every crazy wave of the monster, many bone fragments will be broken.

Not long after, the struggling monster was left with only a white skeleton.

In the skeleton, there was a ball of red viscous substance squirming, as if there was life.

...

After Martin walked out of the block, he encountered the temple's warning point.

Two men stand at the street intersection.

They were wearing long gray windbreakers, and the hem was already in the calf position.

One of them has beautiful blonde curly hair, is a little young, has fair skin, a handsome face, and is quite noble.

The one next to him is a little taller, in his thirties, with a serious expression and a very calm look.

The key is that the mark of the clock hand can be seen on the collar of the two men's windbreaker.

They are people from the Temple of Time.

Moreover, judging from the outfit, it is very likely that he is the punishment of the Temple of Time.

Specially responsible for handling extraordinary events!

Although Martin has never seen a punisher, he has also heard of their great names.

After all, he is a wild ritualist, so of course he must be familiar with these law enforcement officers.

If the guards are the open policemen of Faralinburg, then the punishments of the Temple of Time and the Hammer of Judgment in the Temple of Artisans are the order defenders in secret.

It is said that every time they go on a mission, they are in teams of three.

Why are there only two here...

Martin observed calmly, then came to the street corner slowly.

The two men were extremely alert and said to him to stop after being more than twenty meters away.

"Sir, please report your identity!"

Martin came out of the fog.

If it is not the extraordinary person in the temple, it is a cultist!

It is impossible for ordinary people to successfully get out of the fog.

Martin, who had already made his draft, nodded politely and said loudly: "My name is Martin, and I am the collaborative extraordinary person of the Temple of Craftsmen."

As he said that, he showed the insignia of the clock he had just obtained.

The distance of twenty meters is not a problem for the extraordinary.

After seeing the emblem, the two put down their guard and then reported their names.

The handsome blonde man is named Alder, and the older and steady man is named Mike.

The Earl's emblem for Martin seems to have other symbolic meanings, and the two of them are much more polite to Martin.

"Six-point emblem!"

The blonde man bent down and gave a gentleman's greeting.

However, Mike looked at Martin's eyes, as if he was a little confused about his youth.

"There are not many holders of the Six-point Insignia, I basically know them. I'm sorry, I haven't seen you before?" he asked cautiously.

Martin glanced at the insignia in his hand, and the hour and minute hands formed a straight line, pointing to six o'clock.

He was actually a little confused.

This thing should be a token of the Temple of Craftsmen?

After all, the Count's identity is already very clear at the moment, and he should be from the Temple of Craftsmen.

And the status should be not low.

But time, craftsmen, clocks...

There seems to be some connection between this.

Martin vaguely captured something, but it was not clear yet.

I can only wait for the opportunity to figure it out later.

"I just got the insignia, to be precise, ten minutes ago. Moreover, this insignia is not mine either."

Martin explained, and then asked, "Your Time Sequence Temple also knows this emblem?"

Mike nodded and directly solved Martin's doubts: "Clocks are the intersection of time and craftsmen, and are recognized by the two temples at the same time."
To be continued...