The Modern Age of the Mysterious

"You have very good companions." Nietzsche turned around, "They walked into the lock without hesitation."

There is no need for Black Joker to use traps to defeat them one by one. If he is really afraid of his team, he can use all his "collections" to carry out a battle of encirclement and annihilation, and his team cannot survive. Therefore, decomposing it into locks is a signal of "to show fairness".

"There is really only one collectible in each lock. And each collectible targets their weaknesses. It's fair game—after all, it's no fun if it's not fair." Nietzsche spoke, and the air next to him Three shiny patterns emerged.

Camels, lions and babies.

"The camel went into the desert, met the dragon, was enslaved and oppressed by the dragon.

"Not wanting to suffer such a fate, the camel can only become a lion and defeat the dragon.

"However, after becoming a lion, his world cannot be rebuilt with confrontation and violence. Man can only choose to let go of everything and become a baby in the coming new world..."

Sean said slowly.

Nietzsche nodded slightly: "You have understood my philosophy."

"A lot of people know that today."

"I'm relieved that you understand the metaphors. I've enjoyed the game so far, so I'll tell you the rules of the game for now, so you can follow along...

"As the benchmark and symbol of mysteries, it is impossible for me to deal with you with all my strength in such a battle, a King-level mysteries. That would be meaningless, and it would be too much for me, a black joker who is about to retire. It's a blemish...

"So, in the end, how much power I will release will be decided by your companions."

Three motifs become three shimmering highlights.

"Every time I unlock a lock, I will block 20% of my power. In other words, if all three of your companions unlock their own locks, I will only be able to use 40% of my power.

"That might mean a huge opportunity for you...

"For me, the game has become exciting enough—although I think forty percent is unbearable for you. But, who knows?" It was that dark smile again, and the mountains behind him became Dim.

Of course Sean would not object to Nietzsche's "game". Even though he has made all the preparations, he also knows that he is still far from the real black Joker. However, if the other party is willing to weaken himself in pursuit of the so-called excitement and fun... Sean can't see any reason to object.

"Then, let us wait quietly for a while," Nietzsche looked interested while leaning on his black staff, "Fate will give its answer."

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The highway has been completely destroyed. Not only the road, but the land and woods beside the road have also been destroyed. The embers were still burning. If you look down from the air, you can see two distinct scars on the ground—one is the magma surge in the cracked ground, and the other is the coke that was bombarded by the sky.

It seems that there has been a thing that is hated by gods and ghosts.

The Thunderbird gradually disappeared from the sky, but the deep civilian army that protruded from the ground still persisted. Yiwen's offensive once shocked Anxi, but the soul structure of human beings and Shenmin princes is different. One can only use his own spiritual power, but the other seems to be connected to the core of the world...

How can finite human beings overcome endless sins?

Yiwen is already planning to overdraw his spiritual core, after all, he can't lose. As for the side effects of overdrawing the spiritual core, he couldn't think that far.

He probed his consciousness into the deepest part of his soul. The smell of thunder clouds gradually gathered in the air, but he suddenly saw a black shadow rushing towards the devil prince.

Anxi didn't seem to have expected such a thing to happen either, fear appeared in the scorched yellow pupils for the first time. The old lion, who had been hiding in the shadows during the fierce battle, suddenly rushed out. It showed terrifying strength and threw Anxi down.

"You bastard!" The circus master gritted his teeth and wanted to pull out his taming whip. The old lion roared and bit the demon prince's throat. An Xi's expression was frozen in shock...

How is this going? The severe pain in his soul stopped, and Ivan gasped for breath, watching the lion devour Shenmin's flesh. The army that poured out from the ground was scared out of their wits, and they got into the ground one after another, and the counterattack boundary marker also sank in...

How could this lion kill Anxi?

The unsettling devouring was still going on, the lion was eating as if it had never been fed, its belly was visibly stretched by the naked eye.

What it ate was the flesh that seemed to be still burning, and the bulging and drooping abdomen revealed a faint red light...

The lion chewed and looked back at the man who gave him freedom. The lion chewed, with a **** expression on his face.

As it eats and digests, its appearance changes somewhat. It doesn't seem to be old anymore, and some of the mane is even black. Its eyes burned, and its teeth became denser and sharper...

After stuffing Anxi completely into his stomach, the unspeakable lion turned to Ivan. Like a monster's creation.

Evan understood immediately. The real master of this world is not Anxi, but the terrifying lion in front of him.

Dragging its huge belly that seemed to be burning, the lion charged forward. Yiwen plunged into his spiritual core.

The huge burning mouth bit his hand. The gigantic lion's face fills the field of vision. Anxi's flesh and sulfur smell hit his face.

Evan wanted to summon the Thunderbirds, but he didn't have the time. If he insists on mobilizing spiritual power to fight, he will be defeated by the most primitive weapons.

Can't die here. Can't lose.

Ewan Burns knew he was a lion too, a lion raised in the northern woods. He knows he always has been. When he was buried in a book in the library, he could see the snow-white lion dozing beside him.

It is impossible for a lion to easily defeat another lion.

He heard himself growl. He forgot "Sky Thunderbird", forgot "Wendigo", forgot "Occultology". His blood stained his pale mane.

The lions from the northern woods roared.

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The blood column from the wrist continued to drip into the gutter. A shallow pool of blood has filled the bottom of the groove, and Sam is lying in the slightly shining blood. The originally blue-gray skin became **** again, and the lifeless little body began to heave slightly again. Soaked in the vitality given by the moonlight, Sam came alive!

Although he knew that everything in front of him was just a test, he still felt relieved.

He suddenly felt a heat on the back of his neck. UU reading www.uukanshu. com stretched out his hand to touch it, and even touched blood on his hand. Moonlight looked back, only to see a column of sticky blood descending from the sky, drenching himself completely, his feet suddenly lost support, and fell into a stream of blood following the heat...

here it is?

Moonlight supported herself to stand up and walk to the shore. The blood column that fell from the sky fell behind and formed a stream, flowing towards the distant lake. In the middle of the lake there is a small island sleeping in the night.

here it is…?

He frowned, suddenly understood, turned around and looked up to the sky where the blood column fell, and he saw a giant who had disappeared into the clouds and couldn't see his face clearly. The giant was standing, bleeding from his wrist...

That's me.

His soul came to this stone platform with blood flow. The small island in the distance is Sam...

Moonlight shuddered.

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