Real Game: I Exposed the Old Ones

Planning is good.

You and others only need to wait patiently for the Hatred Eagle to arrive, and use the props given by the Night Demon at the critical moment to complete the seal.

But no one expected that the spiritual pollution carried by the gods would be so strong.

They don't even have the qualifications to stand by.

The old man knew the situation was urgent.

He gritted his teeth and pulled an amulet from around his neck.

The amulet is an anthropomorphic bat statue.

The only facial feature is the red three-petal flaming eyes.

This is the Night Stalker statue.

The old man recited the incantation.

The pendant melted on its own like a burning candle, dissipating into wisps of smoke.

This smoke fills the [Lightless Curtain].

It's like adding a layer of filter, reducing the mental pollution that permeates the surroundings to a tolerable range.

“That’s it”

The three people looked at each other and breathed a sigh of relief.

After such an episode, nothing unusual happened next.

Until it gets dark.

call!

Suddenly, a terrifying momentum surged from the obelisk.

The huge bat wings on the top of the building flapped violently.

It brought up a strong smelly wind.

Sensing that the gods were about to arrive, the corpses guarding the factory knelt on one knee and lowered their heads to show respect.

Zhu Zheng pretended to be among the dead bodies.

At the same time, he looked at the shadow from the corner of his eye.

He had a premonition in his heart.

I'm afraid these guys are about to take action.

It's finally here.

The old man was very excited.

He took out all the prepared sacrifices and piled them on the ground.

The smell of blood permeated the small space.

Most of these sacrifices are internal organs, which are held in special containers to ensure their freshness.

At this time, the [Glimmer Box] also opens automatically.

A cloud of smoke billowed inside the box as if it were alive.

Sounds inaudible to ordinary people echoed in the air.

Hate statues.

prey.

The thick fog billowed, eventually forming a huge vortex directly above the Hatred Statue.

The terrifying pressure came from the depths of the vortex.

A certain terrifying existence that was not tolerated in the world opened its eyes and cast its gaze over.

Under His gaze, the entire world was tainted with malice.

Blood seeped out from the vortex, constantly watering the obelisk.

Under the shower of blood, the obelisk began to undergo a series of strange changes.

The arrival of the Statue of Hate has finally come to its final stages.

at this time.

There was a sound.

The world is illusory, what is reality?

hatred!

despair!

crazy!

This is the terrifying truth hidden in the darkness!

The voice seemed to be connected to the distant shore of eternity, and the crazy words made the world shake slightly.

There is light and shadow rising.

The background is hazy, lifeless darkness.

In the darkness, an indescribable object stood.

It is like an abyss of hatred filled with madness and despair.

It's like a conglomeration of pure hatred.

Completely contrary to all matter, energy and the order of the universe.

Then He took a step forward.

This step instantly crosses the dimensional barrier between reality and illusion, and merges with the statue.

The statue of hatred has completely descended

After a moment of stillness, the space trembled violently.

The clouds are rolling...

Soaked in blood and soil...

Resurrection of the dead...

The space is cracked...

What's going on?

earthquake?

How did the speed of space expansion change so fast?

Xiaowu and others stationed outside were at a loss.

They looked at the continuous drastic changes, and for some reason, boundless fear suddenly arose in their hearts.

It seems like something terribly terrible is about to happen

Night Stalker.

Flying light, hunter in the darkness.

Please accept your sacrifice and devour your prey.

The old man recited the incantation in a voice that was almost babbling.

At the same time, the flesh and blood organs were thrown into the [Glimmer Box].

The smoke rushed out of the wooden box.

He formed a ghostly outline in mid-air, and his three burning eyes were clearly visible.

Great Lord!

The black-robed believers immediately fell to the ground.

Because what appeared before them turned out to be the incarnation of the Night Demon!

The Night Demon actually used the [Glimmer Box] as a container, split off a part and stored it in the box.

He will take action himself!

One side is a Naija clone, and the other is also a Naija clone.

Essentially, this is a hunt between Naija's clones.

At this time, the prey finally appeared, and the hunter was naturally impatient...

The Night Demon tore open the [Lightless Curtain] and rushed towards the Statue of Hatred.

Sharp claws made of smoke came out and stabbed into the belly of the statue of hatred.

Caught off guard, the Hatred Statue withstood the attack.

The wound oozed bright yellow mucus and showed signs of burning.

Night Stalker!

The Hatred Statue was first surprised, then downright angry.

The bat wings at the top are spread out, entering a fighting posture.

Fight with the Night Stalker.

This is a battle between gods.

In a small space, many disasters such as blood disasters, fires, floods, and darkness disasters take turns evolving, creating a terrifying picture of the world collapsing.

The black-robed believers and the corpses retreated far away, for fear of being affected by the aftermath.

The battle continued, and mortals could only see two groups of light entangled with each other, showing an anxious trend.

The black-robed believer glanced secretly: Could it be that... the Night Demon can't complete the seal?

It seems that it will be difficult for the Night Stalker to seal the Hatred Statue within a short time.

The dead corpses around them had already gathered around and were staring at them.

of course not!

The old man said in a loud voice.

His eyes were fierce, as if he had made some determination.

The black-robed believer was overjoyed: Is there any other way?

Sacrifice, continue to offer sacrifices to Lord Night Demon.

Sacrifice?

The black-robed believer repeated.

The old man decisively cut off his left hand and put it into the wooden box.

The wooden box once again gave birth to a slightly illusory and dull shadow.

The shadow gave out a scary smile.

A dark wind emerged out of thin air.

The sky was shrouded in deep black, to the point where you couldn't even see your fingers.

The death knell rang in Zhu Zheng's heart.

One sound followed another, each one more urgent than the other.

escape!

Zhu Zheng immediately stepped back without even thinking, and at the same time reminded Lao Dao who was hiding somewhere.

The words just fell.

The shadow cried strangely and pounced on the dead general nearest to him.

The dead general felt threatened.

The scythe swung and struck straight at the shadow.

The sickle struck the shadow, just like cutting a shadow across the water. It only caused a few ripples, then penetrated directly, creating a ravine on the ground.

The next moment, the shadow pounced on the dead general.

The skin shriveled instantly, the flesh and blood melted strangely, and all the essence in the body was swallowed up by the shadow.

The shadow's body seemed to be a little bigger.

The ghost image is a terrifying hunter walking in the darkness, using darkness as a stage to hunt down pathetic prey wantonly.

Not even sparing his own believers.

No, Lord Night Demon, I am the Order

The screams stopped abruptly.

Finally, it seems that enough nourishment has been absorbed.

The dark curtain spreads.

Corpses were lined up in the open space of the factory, like a mountain of corpses.

The shadow stood in the center of the mountain of corpses, surrounded by blood.