"It's the 20th time, and it's still a familiar recipe and a familiar taste."

Looking at the scene in front of him, Yan Chong whispered to himself.

This is a place similar to an altar.

The closed stone chamber is paved with gray-white bricks, with a square stone platform with a diameter of about two meters and a height of about one meter in the middle. Yan Chong stood in the center of the stone platform.

The stone platform is engraved with mysterious and strange patterns, and the gullies on the lines are flowing with unknown pigments, full of evil and horror.

There are similar patterns on the floor below the stone platform, but they look like enlarged versions. Yan Chong thought that this was the reason why this was the altar, which was the person kneeling under the stone platform.

A guy wearing a black cloak, bowed his head and knelt on the ground to pray to Yan Chong.

This is all the content of Yan Chong's strange dreams. In this dream, there is such a scene. He couldn't move, so he stood quietly on the stone platform. Then a strange man knelt down from the stage and kept muttering something to him, but Yan Chong was very sure that he was praying.

This is an evil prayer ceremony!

"But, things are a little different."

Just like the eyes suddenly recovered today, in the dream, Yan Chong could clearly realize that he was dreaming, which is the so-called Mingmeng, but he could not move all over, and he could not understand what the other person was saying or what the other person was doing.

But today, he could feel that he had no restraint and could move freely. Moreover, he understood what the other party said. This was a strange and familiar language, completely different from Chinese and English.

It is said that it is strange because Yan Chong can be sure that this is the first time he listens to it, and familiarity is because Yan Chong inexplicably understands this language, as natural as his mother tongue.

"The great Lord of Hell, the noble Demon God, Lord Lilith's little sweetheart, Mr. Satan"

...

"I am your humble and faithful believer, the poor Lamb who is lost in the world, Richard Miller"

...

"Please respond to my call, please respond to my call, and awaken the blood hidden in my body."

...

“For this I am willing to give everything I have, my family, friends, all my wealth, and even my soul.”

...

Launch [Reading]!

Faced with this scene, Yan Chong decisively activated his abilities. He wanted to know whether he could use his abilities in his dream, or that this was not a dream at all!

Name: Richard Miller

Race: Black Iron Humans

Occupation: None

Combat Power:D-

Strength: 0.9 Agility: 1.1 Intelligence: 0.8

Physical constitution: 0.9 Spirit: 0.7 Charm: 1.5

Status: Weakness/Life Power Overdraft

Sure enough!

Look at your own attributes again:

Skills: Read D, D, Learn D, Magic Eye Inheritance Knowledge D, Super Time and Space Shuttle XXXX

Sure enough, the XXXXX is no longer sealed, and at the same time, a stream of information flows into my mind.

Super-time shuttle XXXX: The ability to travel through two main worlds is a gift from the will of the world. Cooldown time, 23 hours, 58 minutes and 66 seconds remaining.

"It seems that I have indeed traveled through time. Moreover, the level of this super-time and space shuttle ability is very high, and it comes from the gift of the will of the world."

"So, am I the favorite baby of Dad Earth?"

It seemed that he had discovered something. Richard Miller, who had been lowering his head, suddenly raised his head, and his hood also opened with his movements, revealing an extremely old head.

The deep eye sockets, dense wrinkles, and almost bald heads, and only a few gray-haired heads left, make people feel like they have encountered a devil.

"You, who are you?!" A hoarse questioning voice came.

When he opened his mouth, Yan Chong seemed to see the abyss.

"No, you are not His Majesty Satan, who are you?" Richard observed Yan Chong carefully and shouted excitedly.

Yan Chong spread his hands and shrugged, "Hello, old sir, I want to say I'm just a passing person, do you believe it?"

For some reason, Yan Chong felt an inexplicable sense of intimacy towards this old man, just like a blood connection.

At this time, through the two of them looking at each other, a message appeared in Yan Chong's mind.

Bloodline: Human Race D, Magic Eye Warlock D-(has been deprived, a trace of it remains)

"Deprived! This guy's magic-eyed warlock's bloodline has been deprived!"

"And I happened to have obtained the bloodline of the Demon Eye Warlock!"

"This shows that this old man gave me his magic-eyed warlock blood through a strange and evil ritual."

"However, judging from the bloodline information, combined with his previous prayers, his original intention was to make a deal with the demon god Satan, pay something else, and then awaken his hidden bloodline. This bloodline is definitely not the human bloodline, but the bloodline of the demon-eyed warlock."

"It's a pity that his blood was deprived of it and was transferred to me."

"In other words, this old man sent a courier to Satan, but I received the item, and he also sent the wrong thing."

Yan Chong thought silently.

"Damn it, this is obviously my secret room. How did you appear here? Are you the group of jackals in the Glorious Church?"

It seemed that Richard did not believe what Yan Chong said and responded with his actions. He stood up tremblingly, extremely slowly, and walked towards Yan Chong step by step. The actions looked really disgusting.

It's like a plant fighting zombies inside zombies.

Although he felt very kind to Richard and felt an inexplicable sense of guilt, his keen five senses told Yan Chong that this old man seemed to have bad intentions.

Sure enough, just when Richard was five steps away from Yan Chong, the old man changed his previous declining appearance, took out a dagger with a cold light from his arms, jumped up, and headed towards Yan Chong on the stone platform like an NBA player breaking through to the penalty area.

"Damn it!"

Yan Chong cursed inwardly, and his hair stood up all over his body.

As a high school student, he grew up under the Red Flag. In such a harmonious environment as China, he had never encountered such a vicious thug, holding a sharp blade to stab him.

Moreover, he had a premonition that the old man had bad intentions, but who could know that this old man who was about to be buried at any time could suddenly burst out with such powerful power?

In an instant, the hairs stood up and the blood all over his body seemed to be about to solidify.

Death is getting closer!

However, it seems that the situation is not that bad.

Just as Yan Chong was concentrating his energy, Richard's movements seemed to slow down. All the pictures in the world seemed to have entered a slow release of 0.5 times. At this moment when it was not allowed to be released, Yan Chong suddenly turned sideways and took a small step back. As a result, Richard waved his dagger and interspersed with Yan Chong in the air.

"Bang!"

As the two of them passed by, Richard seemed to have exhausted his last bit of strength and lay directly on the stone platform, motionless.

Perhaps it was a coincidence that the dagger passed through his chest and the tip of the knife penetrated from behind Richard.

Yan Chong stared at Richard lying on the ground in a daze. He stood on the edge of the stone platform and almost fell down. The person in front of him refreshed his understanding of this new world.

Sweats a lot.

"If you disagree, you draw your sword to face each other. This is really a dangerous world!"

"Fortunately, I reacted quickly, otherwise I would have received a lunch box."

"His body attribute is so low that he can still make such movements. Could he have any explosive secret skills?"

Note Richard's properties:

Strength: 0.9 Agility: 1.1 Intelligence: 0.8

Physical constitution: 0.9 Spirit: 0.7 Charm: 1.5

Although he is unquestionable for the charm of up to 1.5, other attributes are pitifully low. If 1.0 is the benchmark and average value of various attributes of ordinary adults, then Richard is weaker than Yan Chong.

However, with Yan Chong's own physical condition, it is impossible to fly directly to a one-meter-high platform from a distance of nearly three meters without running aid.

You know, if you jump three meters long, it is already very far away, and basically 99% of adults cannot do it. Richard's walking speed just now was negligible, so it was really unexpected that he jumped three meters long and jumped up one meter high.

The previous fusion of the bloodline of the Demon Eye Warlock brought some five senses and spiritual progress to Yan Chong.

"It seems that in this world, it should be easier to obtain XP. At least, this is a world similar to the medieval era, as well as the legendary fighting spirit and magic, and combat should be common."

"So--"

Yan Chong slowly calmed down the adrenaline that had just been rising sharply, rubbed his hands, and activated [draw] to Richard's body.
Chapter completed!