Infinite flow is not like that at all!

Chapter 91 Recruiting the First Member!

Whether this member can join will be confirmed jointly by you and the other party.

Shen Ye looked at the instructions in front of him and was somewhat surprised.

He probably knew that the [World Noble Brooch] could be used as a tool for building a team.

But Shen Ye initially thought... it would just have some powerful or special functions.

But I never expected it.

"It has this function too?"

Shen Ye looked at the sentence: "[You can now conduct one random recruitment. Please note that this random recruitment of teams will not be restricted by region, world, or the Sea of ​​Pollution]."

Generally speaking.

After forming teams in the real world, they all make contact and invite each other offline, or some people come to apply because of their reputation. In any case, all teams are people from their own world.

but...

But he can recruit randomly and without restriction in [countless worlds]?

"interesting."

"From localization to internationalization, developing a cross-disciplinary team..."

Shen Ye did not rush to start the first recruitment.

Because the randomly recruited characters are unknown, and it's a two-way selection process, even if you like one of them...

But the other party may not be interested in you.

Shen Ye needs to prepare properly.

"First, everything in the Pangu world must be hidden, and one's own identity must also be changed."

Shen Ye had considered the Dark Night identity in the first sequence.

But they gave up quickly.

This identity is dangerous, and it's best not to reveal it until the right time. Of course, it can be used as a backup identity, but now is not the time.

"Let me think about how to fool them..." Shen Ye stroked his ring, looking at the dilapidated ship town.

Then lift the Demon Eye from around your neck.

"Little devil... do you know about the Stanislavski system of acting?"

Little Evil: "?"

Right now, in some world.

The twilight was as dark as cotton wool soaked in ink, pressing heavily on the canopy of the Black Forest!

The layer of decaying leaves made a damp, sloshing sound underfoot!

"Shhh!"

Artus staggered forward, cold muddy water pouring into the holes in his boots, mixed with blood from the lacerations on his ankles, leaving a trail of dark red footprints with every step!

But he dared not look back, nor even slow his breathing. The flesh on his left shoulder, torn open by sharp claws, ripped violently as he ran, and warm blood soaked through his valuable robe.

Blood flowed down his side, leaving a trail of broken blood behind him!

"What should we do?"

Artus gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with despair!

.

"roar!"

A dangerous presence is approaching from behind!

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"

Artus's lungs felt like a leaky bellows, each breath accompanied by a burning pain. Two bones in his right rib were broken, and with every step he took, the broken bones rubbed against him, a dull pain drilling into his brain along his nerves.

His vision was starting to blur, and his ears were ringing. He had only one thought: he had to keep going and couldn't stop, or he would die!

In the end, the family's hopes were dashed!

But the limits of the body eventually come to an end!

"Bang!"

He tripped over a protruding old tree root and fell heavily to the ground, rolling twice on the rocky slope before finally coming to a stop by crashing into a broken section of an ancient tree trunk!

His palms were cut and bloodied by the gravel. He tried to get up by bracing himself on the ground, but his arms were as limp as soaked noodles. He tried twice but fell heavily back to the ground, splashing up a muddy mess of blood!

"They're here!"

But he couldn't care less about that and turned around.

Deep within the forest mist, crimson pupils, like two will-o'-the-wisps, were slowly approaching him from the distance!

That was a powerful being!

Although it hadn't yet spotted itself, it sniffed the air, pushed its way through the bushes, and hissed, "I know you're here."

"With such severe injuries, how could you possibly escape? Why torture yourself like this?"

"Who would have thought that the last pure bloodline of the Lost Miracle... would be hidden in such a small world."

"Your followers and guards perished along with my troops while trying to save you, almost causing my death there as well."

It hissed in its throat, touched its chest, where there was a large hole through which bones and a beating heart could be seen, and its body was a bloody mess, its black robe was tattered.

Although it looked pitiful, the injuries did not kill it.

"Now you're the only one left... You're powerless to escape now..."

It let out a cold laugh; only it knew how badly this guy was injured and how he couldn't escape.

As Artus heard the approaching footsteps, this phrase came to mind.

He had no strength left in his body. He leaned against the cold tree trunk, his back pressed against the rough bark, and finally exhausted his last bit of strength.

His left hand trembled as he reached into his robes, his fingertips touching the cold, sharp edge of a keepsake that pressed against his bloodied palm.

"Am I going to die like this before I even find the lost miracle?"

It brought together those who remained from the past, still faithfully hoping that the lost sun would rise again.

only...

But there was no possibility of them rising. The dark phantom was vast and expansive, and its shadow followed them in countless worlds!

A frantic escape, a frantic attempt to hide, all in the hope of seeking help from justice and those who represent order!

But...

It pushed everyone into the fire.

Now there's nothing left.

The other person's footsteps were getting closer and closer, and the huge shadow of the night completely enveloped him, with a dangerous aura almost overwhelming him.

But the other party doesn't even need to lift a finger.

Artus himself was already struggling to keep up.

He slowly closed his eyes, as exhaustion and cold washed over him like a tide.

The pain from the wound seemed to gradually fade into the distance, his consciousness began to drift, and he seemed to smell the fragrance of marigolds again.

That was the most common flower in the Lost Miracle, and also the thing he missed most after his awakening.

So be it.

He thought...at least after he died, he could be reunited with them.

A bone-chilling despair, shrouded in darkness, surged in from all directions, completely engulfing him.

Behind the big tree, the footsteps stopped. The being, smelling the thick stench of blood, revealed a cruel smile.

"Found you..."

Artus slowly closed his eyes; he was now on the verge of death and had no strength left to resist.

There was no miracle, no reinforcements; his escape, his struggle, and his desperate efforts were all in vain.

Just as his consciousness was about to completely sink into the abyss of darkness, a faint silver light suddenly appeared in his deathly silent vision.

At first, he thought it was a hallucination before death, since people often see some vague and ethereal sights before they die.

But the light did not dissipate; instead, it grew brighter and clearer, eventually condensing into a neat, cold line of text in the air before his eyes, devoid of any emotional fluctuation, as if it were directly engraved on his retina.

Darkness looms, pollution pervades, the world is eroded, and all living beings are imprisoned.

The opportunity to break free from these constraints is right before us...

Do you want to be... a midnight man?

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