Be dragged into the room by the succubus

Without giving Ning Feng any time to hesitate, the bodies of the two fell quickly and landed on one of the red dots.

The two appeared in an empty secret room, and there was nothing in the room except the altar they had seen before.

Only a second passed, and then the field of view changed again.

In the gothic dance hall, young people in different costumes kept shaking their hair and dancing their bodies, and the altar was mixed in all kinds of dark graffiti, which was inconspicuous.

The next moment, change again.

In the attic covered in cobwebs, the altar was covered under dust.

one more time.

In the dilapidated abandoned church on the cliff, the altar replaced the place where the gods were placed, and the moonlight just fell on it from the hole in the dome.

one more time.

The speed is getting faster and faster, and the picture is getting more and more blurred.

……

at last.

Ning Feng saw a familiar scene, the dilapidated kitchen and the shriveled man who passed out and convulsed.

He went back to the room where he started.

"........."

Squinting his eyes slightly, Ning Feng unexpectedly did not feel the confusion and dizziness, as if his brain was strong enough to bear the pain of this transformation.

Or, it wasn't him who endured all this.

He is just a bystander.

Someone else is bearing the price.

The altar at his feet, the ritual altar that cost Fu Yong countless painstaking efforts (physical level), was completely broken.

I don't know if Fu Yong will shed a few tears when he wakes up and sees it.

But Ning Feng didn't care at all.

He has more important things to think about now!

"If, tut!"

If things are really as speculated, then the situation is more serious than he imagined.

No, you can't mess yourself up.

Taking a deep breath, Ning Feng calmed down at this moment.

The pictures just now were layered in front of my eyes, and the pictures in my memory began to play back continuously.

"The number of altars seems to be uncountable, but counting the pictures just now, there are only 96."

"Throw away some altars that have no energy at all,"

"and……"

Before the consciousness fell, the last picture seemed a little different.

That distribution, if connected...

"You're right~"

A relaxed voice rang in his ears, and Aryanna fell silently on Ning Feng's shoulder, admiring his expression.

"One altar is nothing, ten altars are nothing, even hundreds of individual altars are nothing."

"but……"

"What if they don't exist independently?"

99 altars are connected to form a new altar...

A huge altar that surrounds the entire central area!

"If an altar with a diameter of two meters can't affect the gods, what about a super-large altar that covers the entire city and can sacrifice tens of thousands of people?"

Things are big...

"Hmm~ It's a good idea, and it's quite interesting."

Different from Ning Feng's serious mood, what Ariana felt was only fun, and she was amused by the little guy who made this ingenious idea.

"Ariana, if you don't stop it, what will happen?"

There was no immediate reply, the black cat thought for a while, put its tail in its mouth and bit it.

After a while, she said uncertainly:

"I'm not sure, but it does feel like there's some chance of success, very slim."

"It's just that I don't think the little guy behind the scenes can achieve his vision. The realm of the gods is full of things they couldn't think of."

"The final result is likely to run counter to what he expected~"

Then, she showed Ning Feng's familiar playful smile, and patted Ning Feng's head.

"So, are you going to stop them?"

Want to save everything like a hero who turned the tide?

"If you leave now, there is still time! Ah, although I really want to see what the result will be like, but if you want to leave, I will not stop you!"

Turning his head, Ning Feng looked at the black cat and didn't answer.

Instead, ask directly:

"How to do?"

This is where he grew up.

If he escapes at this time.

Then he is not Ning Feng.

The smile became brighter, and the black cat gently stroked Ning Feng's cheek with its meat pad, and asked again:

"It's hard to be a hero! You will face incomprehension, you will suffer pain, and you will face great sorrow."

"Even so, are you going to do it?"

And Ning Feng, with his expression unchanged, also asked again:

"So, what to do?"

Although this scumbag black cat is usually unreliable, he usually takes pleasure in his wicked self-cultivation.

But when she showed that smile, Ning Feng shamefully felt An Xin...

After all, so far, she hasn't made a single mistake!

And there is...

if you can.

Who doesn't want to be a hero?

……

……

The dilapidated church that had appeared in Ning Feng's eyes stood tall on the cliff by the sea, and looked particularly bleak under the moonlight of everyone's orders.

A tall and thin figure with a hood appeared out of thin air in the open space in front of the church.

The strong sea wind was blowing, trying to blow him to the bottom of the cliff.

But he looked weak, but every step he took was extremely steady, only the skirt of his clothes was blown by the wind, but his body never shook.

Walking slowly, he walked through the half-broken gate, through the decayed bench, and walked straight towards the altar.

But when he reached the altar, he didn't stop, nor did he avoid it.

Instead, he walked straight over.

Stepped on it without hesitation.

Without the slightest piety and respect.

Finally, the footsteps stopped, and the hooded man stood in front of the gorgeous pipe organ decorated with several statues of angels with white wings.

It's just that these angels clinging to various positions are somewhat different from what they usually see.

But they lost their heads without exception.

Let the hymn instruments that should have exuded a holy atmosphere bring weirdness.

The hooded man raised his head, glanced over every headless angel, admiring this strange pipe organ that was surprisingly not disassembled and sold for scrap iron.

After standing for a long time, he lowered his head and pressed one of the keys on the keyboard with his bony fingers.

He spoke for the first time, in a hoarse voice, and said:

"Let this ceremony dedicated to you..."

The hoarse voice full of fanaticism echoed in the empty church, and became crazy in the sound of the pipe organ!

He held up the classics in his hand and shouted loudly:

"let's start!"

……

……

"Ok?"

Complaining that the screen went black, Shirin expressed contempt for the monitoring system of the Bencheng Watchmen.

"Strange, what happened? It's always intermittent?"

Xilin expressed her strong dissatisfaction with Ningfeng's monitoring screen failing again.

Is it because I don't care about things, and now the equipment below has fallen behind?

Should not be!

As for Xilin taking over Ningfeng's monitoring rights with the highest authority of the Bincheng branch, this kind of behavior can be called voyeurism...

No other meaning!

"Or, is there something special on his body that will affect the monitoring system? Hmm... secret lines?"

She just wanted to see to what extent the secret pattern that she had engraved could play a role, and to see if there was anything that could be improved!

After all, actual combat is the only criterion for testing the experimental results.

Really!

"Oh, what else can I do? Why would I pay attention to a young man..."

! ! ?

The embarrassment on her face disappeared, Shirin changed her expression in an instant, and disappeared into the room the next moment, appearing directly on the top floor of the watch club.

She looked up to the sky, her eyes revealing a strong shock!

"That is!!?"