Predators often act at night, hiding their figures with the help of shadows and hiding their scents in the downwind. Anyone who has experienced survival in the wild knows to raise a fire at night. Not only because wild animals are afraid of flames, but also because the flames can dispel darkness and expose the whereabouts of beasts. Blackcard Burt just lay on the ground, a steel bar pierced his abdomen, blood dripped down the slope and sank into irrelevant shadows.

He inhale hard, tilted his head, stared at the dark corner outside the lighting range of the emergency light from the corner of his eyes - it seemed that his gasps and bloody smell attracted some creatures that had never seen light, and pairs of eyes that reflected the light like cats continued to appear in the shadows. The eyes of these predators gradually approached, as if they were approaching the group of hyenas on the grasslands. These creatures may have been aliens, or perhaps once were aliens captured by aliens, but in the thousands of years and the industrial pollution at the bottom, they had completely lost their culture and their original form - Black Bat King Black Card Burt's vision was gradually blurred, the cold spread on his skin, breathing sounds extremely harsh, and pink blood foam continued to emerge from the wounds on his chest.

Blackcard Burt had just barely roared out a sputum sound with blood foam. The sound waves carried white mist that overflowed from his mouth and nose, barely dispelling the timid and weird creatures nearby. His vitality was very tenacious, and ordinary people could not support it until now. He still struggled a few times but could not break free from the steel bar that pierced him. He was like a prey falling into a trap, and could only keep bleeding and waiting for death to approach. Even the initial warm blood now became cold and slippery. He did not forget the blood relative he wanted to kill. The moment he woke up after falling, Maximus disappeared.

"I heard footsteps."

He half closed his eyes, and the warmth slowly overflowed from under him and spread upwards, finally covering his mouth and nose, as if he was soaking in warm water instead of being in the face of death, which made him feel comfortable. The breathing with bloody smell squeezed out from his lungs, and the blood from the mouth and nose blocked his breath, but his broken lungs could not gather air. Only the natural reaction of the respiratory muscles made the wounds in the chest continue to burst out pink foam. Excessive blood loss made him confused. Black Bat King Black Card Burt just felt that his past memories were covered with an indelible fog. He realized that his brain was unable to think, but then he even forgot about this fact. The coldness of death had climbed up his eyelids, kissing his pupils, leaving a frenzy flash of pink and pink in his eyes.

Some voice was talking to him.

It was a warm voice, much like the voice of his mother, Queen Linda, who was simply unable to answer, and he was not aware that the voice was talking to him, but his subconscious mind just thought it was familiar. His thoughts approached the voice without resistance and felt comfortable.

"Death comes to me."

"Death is nothing more than a cycle," the voice said, "Everything will eventually come to silence."

"No!"

Maximus dragged his silver giant sword and stumbled on the dirty bottom deck.

The upper deck and production deck have accumulated filth such as domestic waste and industrial waste for thousands of years. It is close to the Star Fort Engine, and the engine cooling channel that is still operating today provides a shelter to escape the coldness of the dark side of the moon, but the odor of fermentation of sludge makes the air here disgusting.

But he didn't have time to care about this.

Even though the surroundings were dim and light, his eyes that were mutated by etheric energy could still see the runes that kept popping up on his skin, like herpes. The esoteric runes were like scars left on his skin and muscles, sewing his crushed skin, muscles and bones little by little.

On his back that he could not see, the runes originally drawn in blood were burning at this moment. Every slowly appearing symbol made him feel real pain, but he was unable to resist at all, as if someone was tightly bound to his soul, and he could almost smell the burnt smell emitted by his brain - he could use his tongue to taste the ionization of etheric energy in the air, and his brain could read taboo knowledge, which was the spell and secret dream of countless spellcasters in the universe, and the secret to reveal the truth of another world.

The fiery, huge, chaotic, crazy stuff kept squeezing his soul.

This knowledge was replaced by pain that penetrated his bones, as if someone was pulling every nerve in his strength and biting his consciousness. Maximus's soul was powerless to resist the powerful thing, a certain consciousness, a certain thinking pattern, a certain force penetrated into his soul, gradually controlling his muscle electrical signals and neurochemical transmitters. The iron chain formed by runes appeared out of thin air, firmly binding his neck, as if he wanted to strangle him to death. The twisted and spastic palm of his hand tightly held the silver giant sword, and the black flames rushed up along the skin, and finally swallowed him into it.

Maximus fell in pain in the sludge.

The black flames caused the surrounding sludge to boil and bubble. The scavenging insects and fungi that had come from aliens and had been thriving in the bottom of Atilan Star Fort for thousands of years died in such high temperatures. The pipeline system and deck that had been running for thousands of years were melted by high temperatures that did not belong to the material universe. In the blink of an eye, this naturally formed ecosystem became a forbidden area for life. His skull began to lengthen unnaturally, and two curved horns pierced the skin and grew out. The bone spurs on the spine gradually raised, and the blood flowing under the damaged skin was greedily sucked. Then the surrounding temperature began to unnaturally decrease. The boiling sludge instantly condensed into frozen soil. A strange figure far taller and stronger than before stood up from the ice shell.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! After losing the leader, the Atilan Inhumans named the Rebirth Sect did not fall into chaos.

The structure of this organization has been operating smoothly for thousands of years before Maximus arrived. Although it was just a sect branch that was suppressed and strangled within the Krei Empire, the Atiran Inhumans who inherited the culture of the Krei Empire still retained a relatively complete organizational structure. The ether creatures that walked out of the portal did not care about the so-called sectarian organizations. They came to the material universe just to satisfy their most primitive desires, and the rebirth sect only used these so-called "angels" to achieve their goals. Therefore, Maximus' disappearance did not have much impact. Under the leadership of the priestess, many core believers, including the priest, walked down the ancient star castle ladder.

They don't care what those bewitched lower-level mutants and "angels" can do, that is just one of the sect's goals. Now the goal of the rebirth sect is to explore the truth - every organization has many different ideas, even the rebirth sect. The former rebirth sect aims to summon angels and create a kingdom of gods on earth, but advocates deep exploration of the truth and abandoning the suffering faction in the world to spread among the lower-level mutants. Priestess Feili is the leader of the leading sect of this faction. It can even be said that she is a genetic engineering product born for this goal. Because of this, her bloodline can maintain specific mutations in the polluted lower deck everywhere, and the affinity gene for the etheric energy gradually accumulate until a priest who can communicate with the ether plane appears.
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