"That's...what is that?"

Ald held his head in pain, his voice trembling and filled with fear.

He felt the whispers in his ears as if they were about to penetrate the eardrums and reach the depths of his mind.

The extraordinary power in the body also became crazy and uncontrollable.

"Keep rational and don't listen to that sound! Don't recall it!"

Mike's calm voice came.

He didn't specifically mention anything to recall, because once he mentioned that thing, it is very likely that everyone would subconsciously recall the scene that just appeared in their minds.

The flesh and blood are so weird and terrifying that even if you think about its outline, it will make people lose control!

call……

Ald took a breath and turned his attention to other places with difficulty, while calming his mind and ignoring the sounds he heard.

The others were also trying their best to control themselves under Captain Mike's reminder, but their expressions were extremely painful.

Obviously, it is not easy for them to resist this restlessness from the depths of their souls.

Mike looked into the yard, and the feeling of palpitations did not disappear, but instead became stronger and stronger.

The cultists next to them had completely lost their minds at this time, and they kowtowed one by one until they were bleeding.

Blood flowed down from his head, and only a terrifying fanaticism remained on the twisted face of his disheveled hair, and a creepy light was reflected in the blood-filled eyes.

On the street, only their chants and the sound of their heads hitting the ground for a moment.

Mike raised his gun and aimed at the cultists on the ground.

Bang bang bang!

Sudden gunfire sounded again, and the smell of gunpowder spread.

In a blink of an eye, there were a few more corpses with broken heads on the ground.

He looked cold and without saying a word, he quickly walked into the yard.

In the yard, the fog had already brought a faint scarlet color at some point, and it was gathering wildly towards the center of the yard, causing gusts of strong wind.

The center of the red storm is faintly formed in the center of the yard. Standing in front of you, I feel thrilling.

Tiya's plain robe has been stained with dense blood, but they are all from the enemy.

The long hair is driven by the fog gathered, floating in the wind, messy and ostentatious.

The horror consciousness just now seemed to have not affected her, and she was staring at the center of the yard.

There, which is the center of the red storm, the thick blood mist has formed a viscous blood cell.

The blood cells are very huge, almost one floor high.

The thick fog around was surging, all of which were thrown into the blood cells, as if it had become a supply, constantly increasing it.

Just half a minute ago, Tiya successfully killed two soul-devouring ghosts.

But just as she was about to attack the last soul-devouring ghost, the man who was entangled with Planders suddenly changed.

He knew that if this continues, he would definitely lose, so he simply gave up the attack and retreated to the center of the yard...

Then, a strange change happened to him.

Just like self-destruction, the skin around him ruptured, his blood vessels were broken several times, and a large amount of blood mist was sprayed out, forming this blood cell.

After several breaths, the surrounding fog was also attracted and continued to be poured into the blood mass.

Even the surviving soul roared excitedly and took the initiative to join in the blood mist.

By the way, he also brought two corpses of the soul-devouring ghosts.

Mike walked to Tiya, glanced at the blood ball, and his already extremely cold expression became extremely solemn.

Tiya knew that the battle outside had ended, so she calculated the time silently, and then quickly said to Mike: "You take the people out of the erosion fog first."

The fog of erosion itself means danger to the low-level sequence itself, especially with the risk of out-of-control.

If you stay for too long, you may be out of control, which is a big hidden danger.

Mike hesitated for a moment, his brows frowned into the character Sichuan.

"This is the command, execute it immediately!"

Tiya's eyes sank, and she was determined and unquestionable.

Tiya knew very well that they could no longer help in the next battle.

Moreover, she already had some bad premonition in her heart, and she silently touched the pages of the book stored in her clothes.

Anyway, you must destroy this monster!

Protect Faralinburg, even if it is both jade and stone!

Since that time more than ten years ago, she has developed this awareness...

I just didn't expect it to be today.

In this situation, it is useless for Mike and the others to stay.

Leaving, maybe you can save your life.

Mike looked at Tia's silhouette, gritted his teeth and said nothing, turned around and stepped over the gravel, quickly disappearing into the fog.

The blood ball continued to absorb the fog, and the speed was still rising, and the aura emitted from the body became more vigorous, just like the substance.

The fog within a radius of twenty or thirty meters also became very thin with this crazy absorption.

When the secret master Planders saw this scene, his face was no longer as relaxed and freehand, and his expression became extremely solemn, as if covered with a layer of frost.

"Teacher, he...is he launching a summoning ceremony?!"

The apprentice wearing a wolf-faced mask noticed some special signs and asked Planders for confirmation nervously.

Planders narrowed his eyes slightly, stared at the blood mist, his white eyebrows raised, and said in a deep voice:

"Strictly speaking, this ceremony seems to have not been completed yet. He is forcibly launching, but summoning still requires a carrier... No, no! He is crazy! He has to use himself as the carrier to summon!"

Planders suddenly changed his face, and then quickly took out a few things from his waist, shouting to Tiya:

"Those who are in the time series, please delay it with all your might!"

Tiya felt the breath swelling in the blood mist, and knew that if he was not stopped and he could successfully summon him, he would not only be no opponent, but it might be an unprecedented disaster for Faralinburg.

Planders is a ritualist at the Secret Language Order and should know how to stop this ceremony.

Holding the tingling nerves, Tiya gritted her teeth and activated her ability again.

The originally flushed face turned pale in an instant.

The power of time spread wildly from her body, quickly wrapping up the area where the blood mist is located.

"I can't hold on for long, at most less than half a minute!"

Tiya reminded her nerves tremblingly, and she seemed a little painful.

Blood Mist has the unique ability of the soul-devouring ghost and can resist the effects of other extraordinary powers.

If Tiya hadn't had great abilities, she would not have affected the space where the blood mist was located.

Even if it works, it is much weakened.

Planders closed his lips tightly and said nothing.

His hands were moving very quickly, and he took out an oily candle to light it, then held the candle and walked to a place five or six meters away from the blood mist.

At the same time, he did not forget to bless himself with another layer of secret art shield.

The flames burning by the candle were weak, but very stable.

It seemed that it was not disturbed by the outside world and was burning constantly.

Even when the old man walks, he doesn't shake at all.

Planders placed the candle on the ground and took out two other things at the same time.

One is a yellow translucent stone, and that is a piece of amber.

There is also a mirror the size of a palm, which is gray and seems to reflect a piece of nothingness.

"Give me your mask! Chloe, hurry up!"

Planders turned around and gave a quick command to his apprentice.

At the same time, he did not stop his hand and took out a narrow piece of paper, twisted it 180 degrees, then wrapped it around and stuck it into a ring.

If Martin were here, he would definitely think of a word - the Mobius Ring.
Chapter completed!