Fang Zhou, how did they see me?

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A trance swept over me.

"Why would I kill them..."

However, as soon as this thought appeared, it was immediately suppressed by the hidden suggestion in his heart, and a strong fierceness flashed in his eyes again.

"Isn't it the Rat King who forced me to do this? ! ! "

This is the horror of 'suggestion'.

Compared to hypnosis.

It can change a person more subtly, making him extremely persistent in doing something without realizing it.

After all.

'Suggestion' does not mean forcing a person to do something he does not want to do, but rather abandoning all hesitation and all choices, and allowing people to only do something that they want to do but dare not do in their heart.

"Go get ready...wait for the clock to strike twelve..."

Old Zhang sat leisurely in his seat, waved his hand, and asked his men to go and take over those gangs.

On the wall directly in front of him.

A mechanical clock ticks away.

at this time.

The hour hand reached eleven.

at the same time.

In the wilderness outside Longmen.

Because it is winter now.

The wilderness is more desolate than before. There used to be at least some weeds and dead trees, but now there are not even any weeds, only a bare expanse.

Markov stood there with his hands in his pockets. Beside him were many fully armed private soldiers. All of them were staring dangerously at the Sarkaz who were performing some unknown ceremony in front of them.

Inside was an altar drawn with special spells.

A fragment of divine power, with special energy floating on its surface and runes engraved on it, is placed in the center of the altar.

Around the altar were a large number of humans who were tied up and abandoned there.

Both men and women.

Most of them are young and middle-aged people in their twenties and thirties who are full of vitality.

There were clearly at least fifty people gathered around the altar.

But the soldiers in charge of the transportation continued to carry the items out of the vehicle.

See such a scene.

Even the private armed forces around Markov couldn't help but discuss it in amazement.

"Eighty people are still not enough..."

"It's so cruel..."

Face these discussions.

Markov just turned around and glared, scaring these private armed forces so much that they quickly turned their heads away and dared not say a word in private.

at last.

When the number of people stacked around the altar reached 100.

The Sarkaz shouted.

"Stop, there are enough of these people."

The Sarkaz walked slowly around the altar with a special pace.

He talked as he walked, as if explaining to Markov.

"The power of the gods is immense, and cannot be matched by humans. Even a tiny fragment of their power is beyond human control. This is due to the difference in the levels of life."

"I will immediately utilize the vitality of these one hundred people and combine it with the amplification of the altar ritual to fully awaken the power of the gods!!"

What Sarkaz said are all serious blind spots in Markov's knowledge.

He raised his eyebrows in confusion and asked, "How do you ensure that after the god is reborn, he will attack Longmen instead of targeting us..."

Sarkaz grinned: "Mr. Markov."

"I've said before, this is just a small fragment of the god's power. It's not the god itself, and it doesn't even have consciousness. It's like we've awakened only his power, and he will only act according to his instincts. Do you understand..."

Markov nodded, not quite understanding.

Others didn't get it at all.

"I will direct its power into the sky above Longmen. Then, the unconscious god, left with only instincts, will subconsciously destroy anything it sees..."

Markov was still a little worried: "How do you know so much about this?"

"You'll understand later, sir."

The Sarkaz raised the corner of his mouth.

"Don't play tricks! Otherwise... you know the consequences!"

Today, Markov still cannot completely trust this Sarkaz. Unless he has no choice, he really does not want to cooperate with this dangerous Sarkaz.

So this time, Markov brought out almost all of his most powerful private armed forces, and even issued orders to his subordinates who remained in the mobile city-state.

If I don't return within three days, I will immediately kill all of this Sarkaz's fellow tribesmen.

Just in case.

There are still fifteen minutes until midnight.

The Sarkaz stood in front of the altar and began to step out of the special steps of Sarkaz witchcraft, using this step to activate the Originium skill.

"what!!"

Accompanied by the first person's scream of pain.

All the blood in his body was drained by the altar, not a drop was left. The originally strong young man turned into a skinny corpse in an instant.

The blood in his body was completely refined and condensed, eventually turning into an extremely pure blood bead.

The second person...

The third person...

The fourth person...

More and more people died in the altar, and their blood turned into blood beads of similar size, which floated into the fragments of divine power in the center under the control of Sarkaz.

As the first blood bead drilled in.

dong dong...

A sound like a heartbeat spread out from the center of the fragment of divine power.

It's just a simple heartbeat.

But that sound was like a huge bell descending from the sky. It was so simple that it made the hearts of everyone present beat wildly and their blood pressure rise, as if it came from the most instinctive fear and awe in the human body.

"Go ahead..."

With the influx of more and more blood beads.

The original stone melted at this time, and the power stored in it was completely released like a ball of light.

Under the control of Sarkaz, the ball of light slowly floated towards the top of the dragon gate.

"Mr. Markov, wait for the show to begin."

Sarkaz turned his head and looked at Markov, who was already stunned behind him. A hint of contempt and disdain flashed in the depths of his eyes, as if he was mocking him.

Markov said nothing.

All of this was actually completely beyond his understanding.

His eyes looked forward.

My heart was pounding in my chest.

at this time.

An idea suddenly emerged in his mind.

he……

I seem to regret it a little...

However... this thought disappeared the moment it appeared, as if...

Suppressed.

……

"Rat King!! Big deal!!"

The big man was in such a hurry that he broke open the door of the candy store opened by the Rat King and shouted anxiously.

"What's the big deal? Why are you so anxious..."

At this time, Lin Gerui was sitting there chatting with his daughter Lin Yuxia.

After seeing her father's men coming, Lin Yuxia subconsciously wanted to turn around and leave.

"Yuxia, you stay here."

Lin Yuxia nodded.

Standing next to Lin Gerui.

"Go ahead."

"There's been some unusual activity in the Rat King Slums. Many gang members have left the Sanmen Society and joined various gangs, big and small."

"Do you know what they want to do?"

"Rat King, they might riot..."

The big man said this.

Even the Rat King's expression couldn't help but change slightly.

"impossible……"

"Although the 'God of Order' has been pressing hard recently, it's not to this extent..."

"Besides, I'm an old acquaintance of that old fellow from the Sanmen Society. He's not very powerful, but he's very cautious. There's no way he would do something like this."

"but……"

"Everyone, be on guard. We cannot allow any loss today!!"

"Yes!!"

"dad……"

Lin Gerui nodded, as if to signal to his daughter that he understood the importance of today to Longmen.

He immediately called Wei Yanwu: "Old Wei..."

After finishing speaking, Lin Gerui set off immediately.

"Yuxia, stay with your mother. I'll be back soon."

Lin Yuxia nodded: "I know, Dad."

Lin Gerui immediately strode out of the candy store with his crutches and followed his men into the special car parked at the door of the store.

"Immediately notify all the gang leaders in the slums to hold a meeting in my name!"

do not know why.