In this extraordinary world, natural disasters are far more terrifying than volcanic eruptions, earthquakes, tsunamis, tornados, etc.

Because the superiors of the higher level are fully capable of suppressing natural disasters, or using them in reverse to draw the power therein.

Natural disasters mean disasters that cannot be resisted by extraordinary people.

Some are a rune formula that is extremely complex. According to legend, as long as you can truly understand it, you can gain supreme knowledge.

What is shocking is that this rune formula is spiritual in itself. It will appear in people's sight every once in a while, and then disappear mysteriously after a period of time.

No carrier can carry this rune formula, and all records will be automatically cleared after the rune formula disappears.

However, most people who try to solve problems, whether ordinary people or even extraordinary people, will mysteriously disappear after the formula disappears and disappear whereabouts.

Decades ago, the previous tower master of the Tower of Moon, Joschia Moen, tried to study this formula, but he also mysteriously disappeared, and finally the position of the Tower of Moon was suspended for decades.

Even the extraordinary person above platinum and the Lord of the Tower will mysteriously disappear. Who else can survive?

In order to warn future generations and to commemorate Ruscia, this mysterious rune formula is called Ruscia Equation.

However, this Ruoschia equation can only be considered relatively harmless in natural disasters, or is kind like a herbivore.

As long as you don’t take the initiative to read and try to study, there will be no impact.

However, other natural disasters may not be the case, such as "natural disasters, the throat of death".

It is a title and a personal name.

Yes, human-shaped natural disasters, he was once a extraordinary person.

However, no one knows his name, and in the end he can only refer to him by "the throat of death".

"Before he was about to kill, there would be a small silence of total silent silence, followed by a small prelude." Sartre frowned and tried hard to recall.

"Damn, he only appears in banquets and taverns. According to legend, he looks like a down-and-out musician or a minstrel, but the question is, why does he appear here?"

Sorsand complained, then thought of something and stopped talking awkwardly.

As usual, before a large-scale gathering, the prophet will predict part of the results of the gathering in advance to ensure that the gathering can proceed smoothly, or determine in advance various emergencies that may occur.

Alternatively, the prophets will hold large ceremonies a few hours before the rally, detecting creatures attending the rally and even nearby, ensuring that strange things are not mixed in among the participants.

There is indeed no shortage of extraordinary people in Laden City, and there are even two apprentices of the Lord of the Tower of Stars, who are definitely top students.

However, one of them is addicted to doing questions and dislikes the nobles, so he simply shunned this matter in the name of rest.

The other one is that because of Meng Ji, she fell into a nightmare for several days and did not have a good rest at all, which is equivalent to temporarily locking the upper limit of the blue bar.

It is natural to release one or two simple spells, but once divination and prophecy are involved, Nas Osander can only shake his head.

It has nothing to do with strength and weakness. The prophet is likely to attract various sights of existence after his soul leaves the body. God knows what bizarre events will happen.

After all, the prophet did not, like the prophet, use rituals and spices as buffers, and the exposed souls could sense more and also greatly increase the danger.

As long as you can predict some information in advance, it will not make things happen like this.

However, it is too late to say anything now.

Aaron and his group walked on the edge of the hall and ran quickly towards the gate.

"Wait, Sartre, you probably haven't made a ritual check on Balls, right?" Aaron suddenly thought of this crucial question.

Sartre was stunned and then reacted, "No."

Balls is the lord of a city, and Sartre never doubted him at all. How dare he hold an appraisal ceremony for him?

Or, who would have thought that Balls not only cooperated with the cultists, but also transformed into the cultists!

What does he mean?

At the entrance of the hall, there was already a look of purgatory on earth. Dozens of corpses lay all over the ground, blood spreading silently.

However, there are still many corpses that don’t even have the entire body, corroded by acid, leaving only soft bones left.

The scorching flames will burn everything, leaving only ashes.

There are also many broken limbs and broken arms scattered, which are the products of the orcs' crazy orcs. For them, tearing the human body is not very difficult.

The sour smell of acid liquid, the burnt smell of flame, the rust smell of blood, and the fishy smell of internal organs, mixed together and filled the entire area.

Aaron frowned, and could still hear the inexplicable music in his ears, but he just couldn't remember where he had heard it.

I don’t know why, but he always felt a little inexplicably irritated.

If Alice hadn't had the extraordinary temperament and conspicuous enough, Aaron and others would have been counterattacked by the nobles before they got close.

However, even so, only the cold eyes of the nobles were welcomed by Aaron and his group.

"What the hell happened?" A nobleman asked Alice loudly, "What happened to Lord Barth?"

They only saw Alice taking Aaron to the second floor, and then a cult aura erupted on the second floor. Not long after, Lord Balls took action directly, followed by an orc raid.

Although the Kingdom of Agrant is still martial and the nobles are generally extraordinary, they also need an explanation!

Only the nobles who survived the chaos were qualified to ask questions, but those still warm bodies did not.

"Lord Barrs may be a cultist." Alice said concisely.

"Ha, maybe it was the Iris family who took advantage of Tien's death to take advantage of the problem?" Someone muttered quietly behind his back.

"Who? Stand up!" Alice raised her eyebrows and scolded sternly.

"Okay, we have to leave this." Sartre whispered, "Don't forget, there are natural disasters."

Aaron glanced at the noble man who was still at the door, took Alice's hand, "Let's go first."

Ed frowned, a hint of anger flashing in his eyes.

"You have to give us an explanation!"

A voice came from the crowd again.

"Yes, I have to give you an explanation!"

"Will your Iris family be responsible for this?"

"It's now, I still want to run away?"

Sporadic voices were quickly ignited, and the evil thoughts and suspicions in the heart were infinitely activated.

In the end, a group of nobles silently stopped them and shouted angrily.

They want an explanation, or a scapegoat.

Someone needs to be responsible for this matter, and this person is absolutely impossible to be Barrs.

That will only show their incompetence!

Not to mention the others, there are dozens of nobles in Leiden City, but none of them can see the true face of Bals?

If this truth is spread, how much loss will their reputation suffer?

And it just so happened that there was such a scapegoat now, and fortunately it hit him.

Without discussion, the alive nobles instinctively reached some tacit decision.

Could it be that the Iris family deliberately provoked Bals tonight and that the battle broke out?

As for the aura of cult?

This is Laiden City, near Badibila. Isn’t it normal to have a cult atmosphere?
Chapter completed!