Chapter 548 The Inheritance of the Wild God (10,000)

Bai Lan felt that the scene in front of her eyes had become blurry. The backs of Ron and the other two were hazy. There seemed to be a thick fog in front of her eyelids. Behind the thick fog, there seemed to be a large number of strange and dangerous creatures that could not be described.

This strange change made Bai Lan understand that she was now on the edge of a very dangerous situation.

The power of the mysterious existence was tempting... No, not tempting, but forcing her consciousness to enter a very special state.

Puff.

In front of her, a strange flame sprang up.

The flame was a strange blood red. At first, it was just a small flame, but the flame expanded very quickly. The flame slowly turned and turned into a huge and deep vortex. Strands of orange long hair emerged from the vortex.

These hairs seemed to have their own consciousness and were entangled with Bai Lan.

This change made Bai Lan horrified. She didn't know what would happen to her. This ignorance made her even more afraid. She subconsciously wanted to struggle, but her body had completely lost control.

She wanted to ask for help, but she couldn't make a sound.

The haziness in front of her had completely covered the figures of Ron and the others, and she could no longer see them.

She vaguely guessed that the space she was in seemed to have been completely isolated by this mysterious and powerful existence, and Ron and the others could not detect the abnormality on her side at all.

The orange-yellow hair became more and more, and Bai Lan's eyes seemed to be unable to move freely. She didn't know what she looked like now, but she could probably guess that she might have been wrapped like a dumpling.

At this moment, as the vortex turned, the familiar ethereal and soft voice pierced Bai Lan's soul directly:

"Bai Lan..."

Although it was still the voice of that existence, the content of the words had changed.

The other party actually knew her name... Bai Lan was not surprised by this.

After all, most of these mysterious and strange existences have some powers that ordinary people don't have, and seeing through the soul and searching for memories are commonplace. But what made Bai Lan a little suspicious was that in the voice calling her name, she actually felt a little desire, and she didn't know if it was an illusion.

There was also some anxiety.

This mysterious existence seemed to be very tight on time.

She didn't seem to have much time to waste.

"Bai Lan..." The call sounded again: "You crave power!"

It was no longer an inquiring tone, but a direct determination.

I'm not, I don't, don't talk nonsense... Bai Lan directly denied three times in her heart, but it was a pity that no one could hear Bai Lan's thoughts at this time. Maybe this weird and mysterious existence heard it, but... Sorry, this existence probably didn't care about Bai Lan's thoughts.

As soon as the voice fell, two needle-like orange-yellow long hairs suddenly floated up, floating on both sides of Bai Lan's little head, and pierced into both temples.

Obviously, the hair looked soft and delicate, but it was sharper than a needle tip and harder than steel. The hair instantly penetrated Bai Lan's skin, and the blood vessels on Bai Lan's forehead jumped.

She could feel that the two hairs seemed to be stabbing and stirring frantically in her mind.

The unbearable stinging pain made Bai Lan's originally beautiful face appear hideous for a moment. The blood vessels on her face and neck were prominent one after another, densely packed like a spider web.

But no matter what kind of torture she endured, Bai Lan was desperately controlling her will, and did not want her will to be lost in the torture. Her soul even tried to escape from her body.

It is absolutely dangerous for a soul to rashly leave the protection of the body.

Without the protection of the body, the soul is fragile.

But, for Bai Lan now, there is no difference. After all, from the opponent's means, Bai Lan can clearly see that the opponent has the ability to easily wipe out her soul and body.

Bai Lan doesn't know what kind of torture she will face, but she is afraid... But Bai Lan is not afraid of the possibility of death.

What she is worried about is that she may be transformed into a puppet like the Scarlet Knight, and then under the control of this mysterious existence, attack her companions.

So, even if the soul will become weak after leaving the body, Bai Lan must fight to the death.

However, just as her soul emerged from her body, a force appeared from the top of her head. This force was gentle but extremely terrifying, and instantly pressed Bai Lan's soul back.

"You will become my favored one."

"I am... the God of Wilderness, Nabelaer!"

The mysterious voice sounded in her ears again.

Bai Lan's expression was shocked.

What favored one?

God of Wilderness?

Nabelaer?

Bai Lan's facial muscles twitched unconsciously a few times. The impact of these terms was too strong. Even Bai Lan could not resist it for a while, and her consciousness was briefly scattered.

This time may be less than a second, but it is enough for that mysterious existence.

The next moment, in the vortex formed by the dark firelight in front of him, strange sparks floated out of thin air. In each spark, it seemed that countless mysterious runes were born, and they all swarmed into Bai Lan's mind.

These strange runes were stacked on top of each other in a disorderly and irregular manner, like an ocean of knowledge with no end in sight.

The memory that a person's soul can carry is limited. The influx of so much knowledge at this moment almost made Bai Lan feel that her soul was about to be torn apart.

The extreme pain made her instinctively want to forget these symbols, but inexplicably, these symbols, like a brand, were deeply engraved in Bai Lan's soul, and she would never forget them in this life.

Her face was distorted because of this, but for some reason, perhaps because Bai Lan gradually understood the meaning of these runes, Bai Lan couldn't help but curl up the corners of her mouth, revealing a little smile.

On one side was a painful distortion, and on the other side was a weird smile. Expressions that shouldn't appear at the same time appeared on Bai Lan's face, making Bai Lan look very weird now, like a madman.

Almost at the same time, in the fox girl camp hundreds of kilometers away, Bai Yuan in a tent suddenly let out a cry, and his eyes instantly became dull, numb, and indifferent.

Strange symbols, like the flashing clips in the movie, quickly passed through the depths of Bai Yuan's pupils.

Bai Yuan's body also gradually began to ripple with a breath of primitive, barbaric, and violent.

...

Far North.

Ron, Philomena, and Niafu did not notice the change in Bai Lan now.

Because of the existence of the mercury lamp, there is no need to worry that Bai Lan will be eroded by pollution again.

In comparison, they now have more important things to watch... The evil spirit was killed, but no one knows whether this weird evil spirit will be resurrected again.

Just now, Ron overdrew his energy and directly activated his magical power to bring down the anger of the goddess of dawn, even penetrating the glacier of thousands of meters, and the body of the evil spirit was completely shattered in an instant.

The flesh and blood were all purified.

The filth that originally covered the ice surface and the strong stench in the air disappeared completely.

There are even a large number of souls devoured by the evil spirit, all returning to their origins under the purification of the dawn.

Before this, although Niafu had killed the evil spirit several times, it had never been as thorough as this one. For a moment, everyone had some expectations in their hearts.

If this evil spirit could be eliminated so easily, it would be great. Eliminating this evil spirit would also be considered as destroying a tool of the repairman. Moreover, with this friendship, it would be much easier to let Bai Lan take him into the seal of the last Dusk King.

Time passed by minute by minute, and it seemed like a long time.

The evil spirit showed no signs of waking up from beginning to end, which should be a good thing, but everyone's brows were tightly knitted together, and something was wrong.

The contaminated area still did not disappear.

Not only that, there was even an inexplicable depression shrouding the heart. Although it was not particularly strong, it made people quite uncomfortable.

Gradually, the feeling of depression became stronger and stronger.

Suddenly, Ron raised his head, his black eyes staring into the distance, and his quiet pupils were like the dark night sky.

He seemed to be looking at something, but Ron himself was not very clear about what he was looking at. He just felt that his eyes seemed to penetrate the space and were peeping at some kind of picture far away.

In front of him, a very secret mausoleum appeared.

The mausoleum was very large. It was called a mausoleum, but it was actually more like a huge palace.

The style of the palace was very old. Ron was sure that this palace was older than any building he had seen in Granville, the Spang Theocracy and the Orcs. The mausoleum-style palace, or the palace-style mausoleum, had countless complicated patterns engraved on its walls. That style and that style were inexplicably similar to the Twilight Temple he had visited before.

Perhaps, this mausoleum and the Twilight Temple were products of the same period.

In other words, it existed at least 8,000 years ago.

Inside the palace, there is a huge altar. Around the altar are thirteen old men with white hair and beards. They all sit cross-legged on the ground, muttering something. Ron can't hear their voices, but just looking at their mouth shape, Ron can't tell what they want to convey.

Judging from their mouth shape, if they really make a sound, the sound is more like an indescribable and meaningless howl.

Ron doesn't know who these old men are, but for some reason, Ron feels a strong threat from these old men. Even if he just looks at these old men, Ron feels a little stinging in his eyes.

Danger!

He doesn't know why he sees these pictures.

When communicating with Philomena before, Ron already knew that after reaching the level of destruction, he would have a strange feeling about what will happen in the future.

This feeling may be called innate warning.

This is not predicting the future.

Predicting the future is a more terrifying power, which is to completely or partially master some things that will happen in the future.

This kind of innate warning is a warning of the danger that may befall him in the future. This warning can remind practitioners to prepare in advance, but they still know nothing about what the danger is.

Only a prophet can see the future.

Before this, Ron had always called himself a prophet.

But this was actually a fraud committed by Ron using his understanding of the game plot.

He is not a prophet and cannot see through the future.

But as his influence on the Dusk Continent deepened, the direction of many things has gradually deviated from the world line that Ron knew. As the initiator, Ron may be the only one who knows how chaotic the world line has become, except for the repairman.

So now, Ron basically no longer pretends to be a prophet.

But why did he see these pictures? Could it be that he really became a real prophet this time?

Or is this the influence of the law of time?

Ron thinks the second possibility is more likely.

But, where is the mysterious mausoleum? Who are the thirteen old men who bring him a strong sense of danger?

Could it be that they are the enemies he will encounter in the future?

Obviously, the prophet is to clear the fog and solve the mystery, but now Ron feels that the doubts in his heart seem to be getting more and more.

Also, these are obviously thirteen old men who can make him feel threatened, but what are they sacrificing and who are they worshipping? If I could see the scene on the altar clearly, perhaps all the mysteries in my heart would be solved.

However, when Ron looked at the altar, he suddenly found that there was a layer of fog covering the altar.

This layer of fog was not naturally generated, but some special and powerful force was blocking my perception.

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