Twilight's headquarters.

In this red room, a huge transparent screen separates the world from the chaotic storm that is raging outside, making the whole room look like a solid castle in the world of **.

It's just that this castle is stronger than the ordinary room, and the storm outside is more violent than the real one.

"There are more and more people who know that our organization exists. It's time to do something to let them understand us," said Twilight leader, looking at the members of the organization one by one and slowly.

"What should I do? I'm so idle lately," Iron Man 8 said the most and asked.

"The first thing is to restore our own real names. It is meaningless to use code names. Of course, Zhuo Dong has a special identity, and he has important tasks and cannot use real names. Others except Zhuo Dong do not have to abide by the code names," the leader said.

"I'm tired of others calling me No. 8," said the Iron Man, "I can tell them in the future, my name is..."

"Iron guy who loves to show off, we don't want to know your name, so you should keep it and say it to others," said a voice from a corner of the house.

"Jennings, don't think I'm afraid of you. Be careful that I'll twist your head off as a mat," the Iron Man roared angrily, "If it weren't for the sake of the leader, I, Dispat, would have dealt with you long ago."

"Dispart, Jennings' head cannot be twisted off now," Zhuo Dong suddenly said, "The leader said that there is still the whereabouts of the Holy Grail in his head. I just don't know why, so I must tell him to No. 2?"

"I can use necromancer to resurrect him into a wizard, you don't have to worry, Zhuo Dong," the necromancer laughed, his voice full of dryness.

"Remember not to call my real name in the future," Zhuo Dong said lightly, "Otherwise, I may not be able to take away your old bones by imitating Dispat."

The Necromancer snorted angrily and was about to stand up.

"Enough!", the Twilight leader shouted loudly, stopping the internal strife.

"We still have a lot to do. There were only nine of us, but we were still making noises," the leader said. "In this case, when will we have to wait for the development of our world?"

Several people looked at each other, but didn't say anything, but slowly sat down.

Seeing this, Chief Twilight sighed in his heart. These people can be regarded as top experts in the Magic Continent, and their abilities are naturally extremely powerful, but because of this, they are dissatisfied with each other, their eyes are higher than the top, and they don’t like each other.

If it weren't for the existence of him, the organization would have disbanded long ago. But if this had been the case, the major event he planned would have been much more difficult.

He coughed and said, "I founded the Twilight Organization to fulfill our common wishes. I know you all want to meet him, the number two of the Twilight Organization, and this time he wants you to gather together."

Dispat, the steel man in the house, asked in surprise: "No. 2, where is he?" Several other people also stood up at the same time and stared at the leader.

"He is hidden in an extremely secret place, we need to summon him," the leader said, "Now you all come over, everyone stands at a corner of this summoning array according to their respective numbers!"

After saying this, the leader of Twilight pressed the void and a nine-angle dark grid suddenly rose in the center of the room. A formation was drawn with an unknown liquid on this dark grid. A number was written on the sharp corners of each formation, arranged in order from one to nine.

The rising secret square stopped in the house, and a golden stream of light slowly flowed over the formation, revealing an inexplicable aura.

When everyone looked at the pattern of the formation, they felt an extremely strong sense of depression, and had to be lucky to fight the spirit and magic to resist. These people were not afraid even when facing the dragon. The so-called dragons were more like toys in front of them. However, the patterns on the formation made them feel a strong pressure. In fact, they are all familiar with this pressure. It was when they were a weak warrior or a magic apprentice, they could feel it from extremely high-level strong men.

But now, these people are already extremely high-level powerful people in the Magic Continent. The combined power of these people can be regarded as one of the extremely powerful forces on the Continent. It is extremely rare to bring such pressure to these people.

"This material is really weird." The alchemist-like man looked at it for a while and praised it. If the leader hadn't warned him, he would have almost chiseled a little with his tools and studied it.

"You feel the pressure," the leader said, "Even I can feel the pressure coming from this formation."

"Even the leader, you, the holy rank, can't resist it?" said Dispat, the steel man. "It seems that this liquid with patterns on the painting is definitely an extraordinary material."

"That is the blood from the gods," said Twilight leader slowly as he looked at the summoning formation.

"Divine Blood?" several people shouted in surprise, "How could there be such a thing in our plane?"

"There is no in our plane, which does not mean that there are no other planes. Gods definitely exist, but we have never seen them before. If you want to summon the second one, you must not use ordinary things."

The Twilight leader slowly walked to a corner of the formation and stopped while the number "one" was written on it.

He glanced at the people who were looking around, took a deep breath, and ordered one by one:

"Fallen priest, go to the Triple Horn!"

"Feramis, go to the Four Horns!"

"Cardinal Jennings, go to the Five Horn!"

"Alchemist Kakata, go to Six Horn!"

"Great Elf King Jesmira, go to Seven Horn"

"Dispart, the leader of the steel, go to the horn of the Eight!"

"Zhuodong, go to the Nine Horn!"

Following the leader's instructions, the members of Twilight walked to their place one after another, and pressed their left hand with the ring on the number, but there was no one in the corner of the "No. 2".

After everyone stood still, the leader of Twilight pressed his left hand with the number one ring on the number and said in a deep voice: "King of Hell, Archangel, Twilight One, Balzebu welcomes the arrival of my Lord!"

As the voice of the leader Balzebu sounded, the golden light flowing in the nine-angle formation suddenly stopped, illuminating all numbers except No. 2.

The eight people felt a suction force coming from the number, quickly sucking their own fighting spirit or magic. They knew that this was the price of summoning. The leader had reminded everyone before. Everyone was not panicked at all, and they all started to activate the fighting spirit and magic, rushing towards the number continuously.

The magic fighting spirit of these people is absolutely profound. No matter who has the ability to reach the peak of level nine, he is already on the verge of breaking through the holy level. It is possible that with a moment of insight, he will be promoted to the holy level and achieve the supreme realm of cultivation. The leader Balzebu has long been a master of the holy level and can shake the Dragon Emperor Yunas.

Therefore, even if the energy required for this formation is amazing, it is still difficult for these eight people. Their fighting spirit magic has not weakened at all, and they have been allowed to absorb the formation for a long time.

Finally, I don’t know how long it took, the vacant number number 2 finally flashed and lit up completely.

Everyone also felt relieved. If they had been longer, they would be as powerful as them and would not be able to hold on for longer.

Seeing this, the Twilight leader Balzebu carefully opened the ring on his left hand, took out a gray flash object from a small space that popped up, and threw it into the middle of the magic circle.

The entire space couldn't help but shake, and a strong fluctuation came to the room.

The golden light flowing in the magic circle suddenly stopped, and then began to rotate in reverse in everyone's surprise eyes.

"Be careful, don't let go if you hold down the number!" The leader Balzeb reminded loudly.

As the number two numbers flashed continuously, the reverse rotation speed of the magic array slowly increased. At this time, everyone felt that there was a stream of energy coming from the numbers they held. This energy was the Dou Qi magic that they transmitted in, but at this time it flowed into everyone's bodies, but it was thicker and continuous than when input.

After these fighting spirit magic were passed into the bodies of everyone, everyone felt that the energy had rotated a few times in the body, and actually cleaned and cured some impurities and internal injuries in the body, rushed into the sea of ​​qi again, improving everyone's own cultivation level a little!

You know, it is definitely more difficult for these nine-level peak masters to go further than climb to the sky. Now, because of the magic circle, everyone has their own progress, which is really a surprise to them.

This means that the possibility of their promotion to the Saint Level has greatly improved.

Before the mysterious No. 2 appeared, he gave them a generous gift. How could he not surprise them and look forward to seeing his true form even more.

The number number 2 finally stopped flashing, and a ball of light condensed, gradually turning into a human body.

The body absorbed the energy from the magic array, becoming clearer and clearer. With a tingling sound, the magic array broke and split into several pieces, and the human figure settled down.

He slowly opened his eyes, but there was only a golden color in his pupils. The corners of his mouth seemed to be smiling, with a sense of majesty and authority. His hand was gently raised, but it brought about a shining rain of light that spilled the entire room.

"Welcome to your arrival!", all eight people lay down on the ground and shouted respectfully, "My God!"

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Chapter completed!