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But the skirmishers do not allow themselves to fail.
As for the Abyss Cult? As inhuman beings, they would probably resort to force if they could approach the Golden Tree so easily again.
A large-scale deployment would mean exposure, which is unacceptable to the Abyss Cult hiding in the dark.
There are too many things in the Order that cannot be brought to the surface.
"I'm smarter than you!" Frostfall and Jiliu were not to be outdone and followed suit.
"Has he really been discovered?" Albedo looked at the three people who were coming at him aggressively, lowered his head and sighed.
My idea of delaying time was discovered.
"Hope, are you okay?" Albedo's eyes suddenly became extremely serious. Even when the Skirmishers and the Abyss Apostles reached a cooperation just now, his expression had never been so solemn.
Chalk is the beginning of change, the product after all impurities are removed. At the same time, it is also the material of the original man.
Albedo concentrated his consciousness extremely, and gradually guided the ubiquitous desire for "change" in his body.
The first thing to change was Albedo's eyes. His green pupils were no longer smooth, but uneven like a concave and convex mirror.
Reflected in it were the ripple-like and distorted mirror images of the Skirmishers and the Apostles of the Abyss.
At the same time, the figures of the skirmishers and apostles also slowed down instantly in Albedo's eyes.
But Albedo didn't move. It wasn't that he didn't want to move, but his body couldn't keep up with his reaction.
If Albedo wanted his body to keep up with the current enhanced reaction, he would probably have to "change" all the muscles and organs in his body.
Instead of doing this, it is better to take advantage of this rare time to strengthen your own local strength first.
Enduring the pain of his consciousness being torn apart, Albedo looked at his waist, where his Eye of the Rock God was hanging.
Closing his eyes, Albedo shaved off a few points of his innocent body. The pure white mud crawled to Albedo's waist and began a "blasphemous" transformation.
First, a frame similar to the outer layer of the Eye of the Rock God was formed, and then a round glass bead like an eyeball was born in the frame.
However, the glass bead was extremely turbid and had not yet taken on its proper color.
"Ah!" The scene in front of Albedo's eyes suddenly became colorful, and the violent tearing sensation seemed to tear his consciousness into countless pieces.
His pure body was craving for a red soul. Obviously, Albedo's soul was not yet completely red, and was not enough to support his unlimited pure body.
"Oops!" Albedo's face was distorted. Now he could feel that his body was beginning to lose his control. This was a sign of losing control.
"A constantly changing body? I didn't expect to see such a magical 'person' at first sight."
A rough, hairy hand grasped Albedo's head, where veins bulged.
In Albedo's blurred vision, he only saw a huge black shadow quickly covering him, which formed a sharp contrast with the slowly moving skirmishers and abyss apostles in the distance.
Then a stream of heat flowed from the top of his head into Albedo's body. Suddenly, everything was torn, blurred, and changed... and everything returned to its original state.
Similarly, the three figures in the distance also became blurred in an instant.
"Be careful!" Albedo didn't care to be surprised at his own change. He shouted instinctively, hoping that the huge figure behind him would be alert.
"boom!"
It was so fast that it seemed like an illusory afterimage carrying a golden light. In just a moment, the three figures rushing towards Albedo flew out.
"Oh!"
There was a cloud of dust in the distance, but Albedo didn't care, because a "giant" he had never seen before appeared in front of him.
He was wearing a dark brown cloak, and on the left side of his head, there was a cluster of spiral horns that looked about half the size of his head.
The "giant" was taller than the ruins guards wandering in the wild. In his hand, a golden dagger that looked like a long sword to ordinary people was gradually dissipating. It seemed that the golden light was emitted by this dagger.
"So... so fast!" The soldier struggled to get up. He just felt a blur in front of his eyes, and then he was hit by some weapon and flew out.
The soldier took a deep breath, and the change in airflow made him a little suspicious. He looked down and found that there was a hideous gaping hole on his chest.
However, the attacker did not seem to intend to take the soldier's life. The wound only cut the surface of his body and did not go any further.
The skirmisher turned his head and saw that Frostfall and Rapids also had a hole in their chests.
Unlike the skirmishers, only their outer garments were torn, revealing their black and blue bodies underneath.
"Mongget, hello to everyone." Mongget nodded to the four people and said, leaning on the curse sword that was like a crutch.
"Is that how you say hello?" The soldier touched the scar on his chest and looked at Mongget.
Why don't the Fatui have any information about such a powerful guy?
If it was just Albedo, it could be explained as a mistake, but now there are two more, and Sanbing feels like cursing.
"The fact that I can still say hello to the three of you is enough to make you secretly happy." Mongget raised his head to look at the dazzling golden tree beside him and said as if reminiscing.
The new golden tree was smaller than the one at the border, but bigger than the small golden tree. But no matter what, he saw the golden tree again, didn't he?
Originally, Mongget thought he would be very excited to see the golden tree again, but to his surprise, after walking out of the golden tree and looking up at the golden tree outside, Mongget did not feel much excitement in his heart.
Did Mungot like the golden tree? Probably not. He only liked prosperity, order and beauty.
Although this has nothing to do with Mongget, who has spent half his life in the sewer, Mongget just likes these things.
Just as the voice echoing in his soul-touching Great Rune says, simply want to love, love without asking for anything in return.
Perhaps it is because of this that Mungott retired in the new era, settled down in his own little house, and watched the passers-by coming and going with a smile without saying a word.
"Oh? I now find that you seem to be even more arrogant than me." Sanbing raised his eyebrows. This was the first time he was despised by others.
"It's not arrogance, it's the truth." Mongert raised his cursed sword and tapped the ground lightly.
"Crash!"
The silent pressure blew up the dead branches and leaves on the ground, spreading in all directions, making everyone's heart tighten.
"If you don't want to return to the tree, leave immediately!"
Chapter 283 The Blessing King
2023-11-09
The skirmisher shielded his eyes with his arms. The wind blown by Mungert was not strong, but he still took a few steps back involuntarily.
My whole body felt like it was sunk to the bottom of the sea, and every movement I made was under tremendous pressure.
Under this pressure, even Albedo, who did not face Monggot directly, couldn't help but breathe heavily.
The soldier looked up in shock, his eyes wide open.
"Who are you!"
Mist began to rise from Sanbing's body, which was a sign that his core power was overloaded.
No wonder he was so shocked, as Sanbing had experienced this kind of aura before.
It was during his investiture ceremony to become an executive officer.
The Ice Queen sitting high on the throne exudes an aura quite similar to that of Monggot.
However, the Queen's aura is mixed. The auras of the gods and the Queen are intertwined together, creating a pressure that belongs uniquely to the Ice Queen.
But the Mongget in front of him went to the other extreme. Throwing away the mystery and gentleness of a god, everything on his body exuded the aura of a king made of iron and blood.
This is the Blessed King, Monggot.
The last king, who left the outskirts of Rodel covered with the blood of heroes, had everything he had tempered in countless wars.
Beneath his gentle personality, Mungot possesses all the qualities necessary to be a king.
"Who am I?" Mongert smiled. "I am a traveler, I come to see and walk around, and assist those who need assistance, that's all."
"Om-"
An abyss passage suddenly appeared behind Mongette, and a black and blue figure emerged from it, trying to kidnap Albedo who was barely holding on to the ground.
"You are very dishonest." The smile on Mongget's lips disappeared. He turned sideways and swung his sword expressionlessly, slashing directly at the arm coming from deep inside.
"Pfft-"
The broken arm with black blood splattered fell to the ground. The dark blood spilled on the ground, corroding and producing bursts of black smoke.
"Hmm? There are so many magical things." Mongget raised his eyebrows, but soon he no longer cared about these things.
To a passer-by like him, the things in the other world are just illusions.
The figure of Jiliu walked out of the abyss passage and shook his head at Shuangluo beside him. For a moment, he thought he was really going to serve the abyss.
The guy in front of me is simply no match for me.
"It seems that you really want to return to the tree." Mongette looked at Jiliu who was covering his arm and said lightly.
Then he took a big step forward, and the whole person turned into a blurry afterimage again.
"Run!" Frostfall and Torrent's pupils shrank. In a hurry, they swung out a few rotating water wheels and ice cones, and then disappeared into the abyss passage that opened behind them without looking back.
"Bang bang bang!" The newcomer did not dare to be careless and swung the curse sword, which was no different from a dead branch on the roadside, and the speeding water wheel and ice cone were chopped into pieces.
While swinging, Mongert also seized the opportunity and casually swung out several golden daggers. The speed was so fast that the three people could not avoid it.
"Hiss--" The soldier suddenly felt a sharp pain in half of his body. He knew without thinking that the golden flying knife swung by Mungert had really hurt him.
Only when the puppet's internal organs were injured would the soldier feel pain. The superficial injuries like the previous ones would not cause him any feeling at all.
"Retreat!" The soldier made a decision in a moment. He looked at the abyss passage that was gradually closing beside him, gritted his teeth and jumped in.
There might be a glimmer of hope if he jumped in, but if he did nothing, the skirmisher didn't think he could survive at the hands of Monggot.
"Escaped?" Mongget smashed the last rotating water wheel casually, shook his wet arms and whispered.
It’s better this way. He has just come into this world and doesn’t know anything yet. If he kills someone without authorization, it may bring unnecessary trouble.
"Ask about the whereabouts of the king. He should be easy to find." Monggot recalled what Yu Jin had done and shook his head helplessly.
It is in this situation that Ember's eccentric personality can be of some use.
……
"Snapped!"
In an uninhabited mountain canyon, a crack suddenly appeared on the ground. In the crack that looked like the starry sky, a disheveled figure fell.
The figure's body was covered with holes, scratches, and holes. Among these wounds, the most severe was on the figure's abdomen.