"The touch of darkness?" An "ancient" word appeared in Kayas' damaged brain.

It was the legendary powerful tentacle possessed by the ancient god of the deep sea. It was strange and powerful, and its power was enough to bind all passing giant ships and drag them into the deep sea, where they would be eaten by the octopus-shaped god.

The lost ones and magicians in the Western Continent have all tried to use and summon it, but without exception, they all fell into madness and finally chose to commit suicide.

But judging from the intelligence, Wright has never been exposed to this kind of weird summoning magic. Is it an ability given by the power in his body?

Kayas's throat squirmed, but he ignored the trickling blood on his forehead and the white substance that sprayed outward.

Now, Kayas just wants to pull out the tentacles extending from Wright's back!

Pain! He felt the pain of Level 5!

The tearing feeling extended outward from his stainless steel-hard chest, instantly eroding the entire realm of his spirit.

"Get him away, Wright! Put it away. Otherwise you will fall into madness and become even more irrational and crazy than the Heartless Man. The purpose of leading the Heartless Man to attack Migov is just to take you back. If you are crazy

It would be a disaster for humanity and us lost ones. So, put it away... it, Wright..."

Kayas roared in pain. He used his broad palms to drag Wright's "Touch of Darkness" outwards, and pressed his wolf-dog-shaped feet against Wright's lower back to use force.

Bo!

A crisp sound passed through the ears of Wright and Kayas.

Kayas finally pulled out Wright's tentacles from his chest, which was dripping with sticky burning fluid.

His height of 2.5 meters and strong muscles finally came into play.

However, this power has nothing to do with daily hard exercise and belongs to the category of magic and extraordinary.

Although Wright's attack was like a kitten restraining a huge tiger, fortunately the tiger was even more powerful.

Kayas took advantage of Wright's brief trance, kicked off his legs, jumped back suddenly, and landed on the soft grass beside him with a slight shock, panting heavily.

"Kayas, let me leave. I know..." Wright turned around in pain, and with trembling lips, he said with a slight twist:

"The power of the red magic source... ugh... there is a limit to the power of the red magic source power. I feel... my spirit has reached its limit. What happens next... will exceed your and my expectations. I have...

...My goal, perhaps...will not interfere with you. As long as I figure out...the secret of my amnesia, I can...give you an answer."

"Huh...huh, maybe not, Wright." Kayas said with determination hidden in his tone:

"You and I are both people arranged by the wheel of fate. My mission is to take you back, and your mission is to escape from here. These are two mutually contradictory wishes." Kayas wiped the sweet blood flowing to the corners of his mouth.

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His body showed a brief feeling of extreme contraction, like a deflated rubber ball, tightening and collapsing inward.

"Your and my personal laws, interests and emotions are meaningless in the world created by the Creator. Most of the lost people have forgotten good and evil, love and hate. Except for a very few existences like Natasha, we are the same as humans,

They are all insignificant existences. So, in this case, I need to complete my mission, and you need to implement your principles. Then, the ultimate game of power can be realized here!"

Kayas tried to persuade him with anger and helplessness, and his body returned to its previous lean state.

At the same time, except for the red burning fluid oozing out from the damaged heart on his chest, his brain miraculously returned to human appearance, only remaining pale in color.

It looks particularly scary under the rising crimson moon.

Now, his body is like a cheetah. After the power of the lost man mixed with the magic source surges in his body, he is hunched over. Although his feet are still shaped like a wolf dog, the nails on his hands grow rapidly and become extremely sharp.

Like tiny blades.

"Red magic source power... red magic source power." Wright murmured in pain.

He tried his best to control his impending mental collapse.

The strange sound of "Red-faced Hain" echoed in his ears again.

"Give up the spirit formation, Wright, give up the spirit formation. I feel the abnormal power in your body. It's strange that there is Wu Xinren's burning liquid in your body, and there is a lot of it, but it seems that you are not affected at all."

Red-faced Hain conversed with Wright in his spiritual world, but did not attract Kayas's attention.

"I can't do it...I violated two taboos." Wright whispered with some regret.

"First, don't overdraw. Second, don't bleed." The voice of the female apostle of the Tool Yuan in his dream echoed in Wright's ears like a stereo.

"No, I must end this battle!" Wright's mental realm suddenly suffered some kind of impact.

Immediately afterwards, his dark eyes quickly turned red.

Like the ultimate flame, like bright red blood, like greedy rats in the underground water.

His hands quickly condensed red magic power that exceeded what he had condensed twice before.

Those bright pure red colors first turned into a thick blood mist that blocked the field of vision, and then turned into a ball of blue and red flames similar to those spewed out by the "Tempest" flamethrower developed by the Empire.

In the end, those flames rotated and danced in the air one after another. After being deliberately stopped and dispersed as if by the conductor of the band, they turned into countless tiny sparks like stars, all of which poured into Wright's nasal cavity and mouth.

"I pray!" Wright hissed.

"u.ur plise. (Chinese: I pray)" Wright actually said clearly in Chinese.

This divination language, summarized and codified by the so-called "Purple Nobles under the Red Apple Trees" in the Middle Ages, was never touched upon by Wright, not even in the Socratic City Library, the Silent Highland Outpost, the Lost Swamp, Migov, or even "Grey"

He has never touched this wonderful and unpredictable situation.

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A glimmer of rational "inspiration" flashed through Wright's chaotic mind.

But then, the entire scenery in front of his eyes turned scarlet.

The dark green lawn with a spring scenery turned into dark red, and the Migov Church in front of it turned into a red house, a terrifying existence.

Even the pale Kayas turned into a light red existence, giving him an urge to gnaw.

"Blood...tissue...desire?"

The three words were not that strange when viewed separately, but when combined together they were extremely horrifying words pouring out of Wright's mouth with a strange grinding sound.

Seems extremely weird!

Finally, when all the red magic power surged from around his body into his hands, this small strange ritual came to an end.

"Borrow, the touch of darkness!"

Wright's voice was like a machine, and his consciousness and emotions had fallen into a madness that was ultimately silent.

Immediately afterwards, a circular ring appeared behind his body, with the double-headed eagle pattern belonging to the Crusad Empire appearing on it, as well as some lines similar to the "scarlet-black" recorded in the "Secret Book"

Outlined shape.

"Painful Sequence Core, please give me the power to use you. I will give up the lost part for a short time, and please give me the blessing of the magic source." Kayas also murmured a spell in his mouth.

Under normal circumstances, most of the lost will control a type of magic source power of their own. Among the five lower-level powers and the three upper-level powers, one type will be awakened randomly to compete with the mechanical products of the human world.

Kayas's magic source power belongs to "water and ice".

The formation speed of orthodox magic source power is significantly faster than that of red magic source power.

Just two or three seconds later, a layer of frost formed in Kayas's hands.

He stretched out his bat-shaped wings with all his strength and waved them vigorously, rising into the air four to five meters high.

Under the illumination of the crimson moon, his hands quickly condensed a stream of light blue magic power, forming four or five arrows made of ice.

Whoosh!

The ice arrows whizzed past, and Wright just waved his right hand gently, and a red magic source turned into bullets and fired forward. After colliding with the ice arrows, they dissipated in mid-air.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Under the command of Kayas, other ice arrows quickly rushed towards Wright.

At the moment of contact with Wright's body, a strong icy air emitted, completely wrapping Wright like a veil.

However, just when Kayas was about to land on the ground with a smile on his face to welcome victory, four thick, dark and scarlet tentacles quickly extended from Wright's position, heading towards Kayas.

In just one second, the tentacles filled with putrid smell completely wrapped Kayas and pulled him towards Wright's body along the gravel path made of cement.

"You madman!" Kayas actually complained.

The next second he came into contact with Wright's body, he chose to contract all the strength of his upper body and stabbed three claws like tiny blades toward Wright's "soft" chest.

when!

The sharp claw only penetrated Wright's chest by two or three centimeters, and Kayas heard a sound of collision with metal that made him despair.

One of his abilities as a [Shapeshifter] is to switch between various powerful forms for combat at will, but just now he chose a body that mainly focused on agility, and in a face-to-face game, there was no time to build a stance and strengthen his strength.

Now he is bound by four inexplicably extended "touches of darkness", like a little white rabbit waiting to be eaten by a wild beast.

"Do you long for blood? Do you long to become an extraordinarily powerful being? The blood of the Lost is an excellent tonic!" Wright's ears echoed again with the strange voice that emerged the night before leaving Sogra.

It is extremely tempting, extremely confusing, feminine and beautiful, guiding him towards the nightmare.

After being in a daze for two seconds, Wright suddenly stretched out his mouth without long fangs and bit Kayas's pale neck.

At this moment, he longed for blood!

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