Infinite flow is not like that at all

"Now only you're left... You're powerless to escape, aren't you..."

It let out a cold laugh; only it knew how badly this guy was injured.

There's no escaping it.

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 half a cold keepsake whose sharp edges pressed against his bloodied palm.

"I haven't found the lost miracle yet... am I going to die like this?"

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 everything is gone.

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 waking up.

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, his desperate rush 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 permeates, 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?

Chapter 92 Deception!

Artus's unfocused pupils suddenly contracted.

He thought he was hallucinating from the pain, so he blinked hard. The blood droplets on his eyelashes slid off, but the words remained firmly suspended there.

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

What's this...

Artus was unable to think; he made a subconscious choice at this last moment.

"boom!"

When he chose yes, his entire perspective changed dramatically!

The silvery light from the pop-up window! Like a gleaming blade! It forcefully cleaved through the boundless darkness before his eyes!

Artus was instantly sucked in! He vanished from the spot!

.........

The billowing black fog, like solidified ink waves, surged silently in the field of vision.

As soon as Artus landed, he felt a hard, cold touch under his feet. But when he looked up, there was no outline of walls or pillars around him. Only endless dark mist swirled and rose, swallowing up everything in all directions!

He weakly raised his eyes.

Above the sky, an enormous, pale, full moon hung silently. A vertical slit-like shadow in the center of the moon opened and closed slightly, like a giant eye indifferently looking down on all living beings. The cold moonlight poured down and fell on the black mist, giving rise to a layer of deathly frost!

"Where is this place...?"

He instinctively tensed his dying body, but the wound throbbed with excruciating pain, and a metallic taste rose in his throat.

"You... seem to be badly injured."

A calm voice rang out.

Artus's gaze followed the moonlight downwards, and he saw deep within the black mist, where layers of black jade steps rose one after another, at the end of which stood a colossal throne that seemed to almost blend into the darkness.

Beside the throne was a long table made of dark jade, with chairs engraved with emblems arranged in a row, all half-hidden by black mist, exuding an indescribable majesty and oppression!

And the first seat beneath the throne.

A figure leaned calmly against the armrest, his fingertips tapping casually on the edge of the chair.

Moonlight pierced through the mist and fell on his profile, highlighting his hard features and his indifferent gaze, as if looking down on ants.

"Congratulations, you have qualified to come here."

Shen Ye's voice wasn't loud, but it seemed to have a strange penetrating power, landing steadily in Artus's ear.

“I know you have many questions.” He spoke calmly, without a trace of emotion. “But the most important thing right now is to treat your injuries. Don’t die here.”

Shen Ye walked up to Artus with a vial of potion that shimmered with a pale green luster.

He was seriously injured and unable to speak.

Shen Ye gave him the medicine he had just taken out.

The gentle medicinal power instantly dissolved, coursing through his entire body, and the tearing pain subsided at a visible speed, his injuries also healing rapidly!

"Thanks..."

Artus let out a long breath, finally catching his breath. He uttered those two words with a slight movement in his throat, his eyes filled with gratitude.

Shen Ye looked at him, his body covered in stiff lines, and calmly returned to his seat.

Artus, despite possessing divine blood and being quite knowledgeable, had never seen such a bizarre space, nor had he ever heard of the 'Midnight Man'. He looked up and asked in a deep voice:

"Where exactly is this place, sir? Who are you? And what is this 'Third Watch Man'?"

Shen Ye, sitting in his seat, chuckled softly upon hearing this.

His fingertips continued to tap slowly on the armrest, his expression outwardly indifferent and aloof, but inwardly he was already making plans.

To scare people, you have to exaggerate to an extreme degree.

Anyway, the Three-Watch Man is just an empty shell, and everything here is completely fictitious. But the more grand and ethereal the story is, the more this guy will believe it without a doubt.

He looked up at the giant, moon-like eye, his tone carrying a hint of nonchalant seriousness: "This is merely a council hall for the Sangen people. As for me... you can call me 'Night Dawn,' the first seat of the Sangen people."

"And the people at midnight"

Shen Ye's voice suddenly deepened, as if carrying a weight that transcends eternity:

"In the ancient times, we were an organization that walked in the darkness unknown to anyone, standing on the front lines that stirred up waves and crossed countless worlds. The Lord of the Three Watches once manipulated the fate of countless worlds, yet never left a trace. Now, the darkest hour is approaching and the future is in chaos. The Three Watches will awaken and return once more to set things right!"

"And you..."

He slowly looked at Artus: "I am fortunate to now have the opportunity to become a member of the Three Watchers."

Artus stood there, stunned, his mouth slightly open, unable to utter a word for a moment.

He possessed divine blood, but he knew very little about the vastness of the world. After all, he had already experienced the most chaotic period while he was in a coma. However, what the other party said was traceable and seemed to confirm many things he had seen in his ancient books.

Coupled with the other party's description, it was as if a vast scroll he had never seen before had suddenly unfolded before his eyes, shaking him to his core.

Shen Ye took in his reaction, secretly amused, but showed no sign of it on his face. Instead of inviting Artus to join, he leaned back slightly, his tone as indifferent as if he were discussing something trivial:

"You've only come here once, and you only have one chance to join the Sangeng people. Whether you can seize it or not is entirely up to you."

"after all."

Whether you can survive is another matter.

The moment the words fell, the black mist in front of Artus suddenly rippled slightly, and a string of pale red numbers appeared out of thin air, slowly decreasing in number.

【3:02:17】

“This is…” Artus’s pupils contracted sharply.

"Countdown."

Shen Ye said calmly, "You've only been here briefly, you can only stay for five minutes, and you'll eventually have to go back."

His tone was calm and even, yet it was like an ice pick that pierced precisely into Artus's heart.

“Even though your injuries have healed somewhat now,” Shen Ye leaned down slightly, his gaze falling on him through the black mist, “you are still no match for that person. Its pupils will control you, its claws will tear open your chest. It wants to get something from you, and the probability of your death is 99%.”

"Your Excellency, how could you know that..."

Artus was jolted! His pupils were filled with shock!

Because these things have all happened to me.

"All of this is the guidance of the Lord." Shen Ye looked at the throne with reverence.

Although the figure engraved on the throne is himself.

But it's not a big problem.