My name is...Adrian.

Adrian, the Latin word for "black". I do like black clothes, black leather shoes, black tie, black nail polish... Black brings me a sense of security, and black is my belonging.

Only this word is my clue. I think it should be my name, because in the first memory, "I" was Adrian. And that memory has gradually faded, and I don't really remember what I should look like. If I had to say it, many other people's memories began to squeeze out my brain space.

I have gradually become indifferent, no longer have a sense of morality, just a machine that performs tasks aimlessly. Emotions are gradually fading in different memories and losing their own hearts. Those people are talking to me, those who are devoured by me, they are talking to me.

One hundred people.

One thousand people.

Ten thousand people.

all the time.

And now a new face was added, iron-gray eyes, and a firm expression. He stared at me, his life flowed through my brain, and his presence was so strong that I was dragged in by him, experiencing his life, accompanying him through the unruly boy and the sharp youth, followed by the dark and violent middle age, walking through the misty London night with his faithful companions, with the cold pistol on his ribs, with burnt black marks tattooed on his chest, and the consecrated cross hanging around his neck.

I accompanied him through the yellowed manuscripts one by one, into the forbidden territory that humans had never gone to, and sipped on the mysteries from the darkness. Every moment, his mind could be destroyed by endless madness, by the truth from the cold universe. It was enough knowledge that mortals screamed and dug out their eyes. I felt the fear in his heart, and felt him plucking up his courage again and again. Looking for the mystery of expelling darkness in the scriptures and whispers written by the greatest wizards in human history.

It's like this every time. I thought desperately that every time I swallow someone, I will fall in love with that person.

A flash of lightning streaked across the sky, and Adrian, who was lying on the sofa, opened his eyes, one eye was emerald green, and the other eye was iron gray.

He put his hand on his face, and clear tears flowed down his face.

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"Based on my years of experience, it's best to take advantage of this opportunity to rob."

Seven hundred years after the arrival of the evil god, the most powerful cultural circle in East Asia is Japan except for the Chinese cultural circle. Tokyo, the oriental city as famous as Shanghai, has a unique and sharp sense of cultural opposition. The East and the West, ancient and modern, bamboo and steel, witches and mechas... Perhaps it is related to the extremes in Japanese culture. Here, you can always see its distinctive sense of opposition, and highlight the distorted and weird magical beauty.

Shanghai, 1,800 kilometers away from Tokyo, another demonic capital is separated by a narrow ocean, with the unique tolerance of the mainland civilization circle, organically combines monsters outside the sky with local civilization, forming its unique natural aesthetics.

Under the gloomy sky, the steel city stands on the west coast of the Pacific Ocean. In the heavy rain, huge water droplets hit the surface of the plexiglass and the giant steel tower, forming a huge concerto that resonates throughout the world.

On the street, a winged cart, Yeshi was fluttering his mane uneasy. Lincoln, who drove through the street, splashed all the way. Su Jing saw a bald dwarf sitting in the back row. Perhaps less than one meter tall, with a black magic talisman tattooed on his smooth head. His cold eyes, as cold as ice, swept across the street.

"I remember these guys are from the Kuchul people from the Myanmar Plateau. Such evil gods are considered second-class people. As the saying goes, first-class evil gods are second-class people, third-class aliens and fourth-class people. It feels like a similar social hierarchy distribution."

Because of the sudden riot between adventurers, the entire block was blocked by the Snake Man Security Forces wearing black cloaks. Su Jing and Su Luo were standing on the corner of the street, looking at the towering Jinmao Building. On about twenty-something floors, a small figure was breaking through the window glass and falling helplessly, just landing on a car, smashing the car flattened.

"It feels so cold, like the sharp blade of a cold weapon...the sword energy." Su Luo closed her eyes, and a trace of coldness seemed to spit out from her pretty little nose.

Xu Fugui knew that martial artists who reached a considerable level of martial arts could detect threats from afar through their spiritual intuition, but this realm was by no means a twelve-year-old girl could reach. But these two little devils have refreshed their views again and again. Even if the next moment, these two guys suddenly said that they were gods descending to earth, Xu Fugui felt that he might believe in two points.

"There are a few uncles opposite, and they seem to be discussing things."

Under a sycamore tree, a shriveled old man in a black suit, a middle-aged man in a white suit, and a white-haired black man in a black and white striped suit, the three of them formed a subtle pattern. The black man with long white hair said a few words, as if he was not proposing, and shrugged his shoulders and walked towards him.

Just behind him, the middle-aged man in a white suit looked a little ugly. He held a white umbrella and slightly raised the edge of the umbrella. His eyes seemed to be in contact with a certain point or window on the Jinmao Building hundreds of meters away.

The next moment, countless pieces of paper as thin as cicada wings were separated from the white umbrella. These pieces of paper gathered into a slender oriental flying dragon, flew along a straight line with teeth and claws, like a flash of electricity toward the top of Jinmao Building.

Bang!

There was a crisp sound of gunfire, but there was almost no sound in the heavy rain.

The paper dragon trembled for a moment, and the dragon held a cigarette still smoking in his mouth. The hand holding an umbrella in the white suit gradually tightened, and the green meridians on the bones emerged one by one.

The gunshots rang out like dense rain, and bullets hit the paper dragon everywhere. After a few seconds, the paper dragon instantly disintegrated, turning into flying snow and facing the raindrops, cutting towards the top of the building. Thousands of paper confetti turned into a storm of death. With the strengthening of supernatural powers, these paper confetti were sharper than flying knives and attacking the top of the building, the man holding two pistols and holding a toothpick in his mouth.

Zhang Weixin from Tiandi Club, his eyes were motionless under his sunglasses.

Generally speaking, the effective range of a pistol is fifty meters. Even a shooting expert can only maintain a certain accuracy rate within a distance of one hundred meters. In actual combat, the pistol is generally used within a distance of about twenty meters to catch the enemy. At this moment, Zhang Weixin is more than three hundred and fifty meters away from the magician who is fighting the paper. Theoretically, only miracles can make him hit the opponent at such a long distance.

The bullet came out of the bore, and the special warhead shot from the window rotated and shot towards the ground at a speed of 400 meters per second. It passed through the almost static heavy rain, piercing through a drop of crystal clear rain, and rubbed past countless pieces of paper that were sharper than the blade. Driven by gravity, wind, friction, and almost undetectable earth rotation force, it drew a slightly curved line and rubbed across the lower edge of the white umbrella.

A black man with long punk white hair was wearing a black and white striped suit and was tall. With Su Jing and Su Luo's current height, he could only stare at three colorful snake-skin belts around his waist.

"Wow, what a cute little kid." The black rapper walked over like a staggering swaying, and his palms, wearing three huge gem rings, seemed to want to touch the young girl's hair, but the two of them did not go away in a consistent manner.

With a snap, the white umbrella scattered into countless sparse paper pieces in an instant. Then the middle-aged man in a white suit fell to the sky in a large shape, leaving only a blood-colored hole in his left eye. After flying for more than 350 meters, the kinetic energy of the bullet had been weakened to the point where he could not penetrate his skull, but it pierced through the eyeballs of the paper warlock at that moment with miraculous accuracy. After shattering the eyeballs, it penetrated the nerve bundle behind it, and then entered the skull cavity. The rotating kinetic energy shattered his brain and instantly destroyed his vitality.

Until his death, the magician who controlled the paper did not expect that Zhang Weixin could hit him from such a distance.

"People are sometimes misled by known information, are you right?" The black man laughed happily, his two rows of clean white teeth flashing with a wonderful luster. "Because they are sure that Zhang Weixin only uses the most famous double guns to stand on the street unscrupulously and be exposed to Zhang Weixin's vision... But they don't know that the place Zhang Weixin can see is the killing range that his bullet can hit."

"Are you..." Xu Fugui asked hesitantly. There was a very famous evil god who was said to look similar to the guy in front of him...

"Nayaratotip. The Thousand Faces who never lie will serve you." The black man bowed gracefully and gorgeously. Xu Fugui wanted to see what he looked like, but he clearly understood every organ on his face, but he could not even put his complete face together. It seemed that his face was slightly changing every moment, which was unpredictable.

"The swollen daughter, the unpretentious, the messenger of Chaos, the black venerable of Egypt, the god of blood tongue, and the respected Lord Nayaratotip. What do you think of the teachings?"

Su Jing and Su Luo also returned the gifts exaggeratedly.

If the two have a 5% chance of winning against Adrian with their current abilities, then the odds of winning against the black man in front of them are...0.

It is the highest-level existence in this world. The evil gods who live on the earth, the messenger of the Three Pillar Gods, subtly control the darkness of human history and technological development with countless incarnations. Nayaratotip, an outsider who plays all mankind in his palms, has a dangerous existence of one thousand incarnations, one thousand masks and one thousand names.

"Well, I'm here to travel on a business trip, and I'll be traveling for public expenses. As the most active national leader, I'm very responsible."
Chapter completed!