Chapter 456

The rain was quite heavy, like broken stones thrown from the sky, beating the ground with a splash, and it also washed away all the smell of blood.

From a certain point of view, the heavy rain saved Blade's life.

In an abandoned ditch, Blade hides in a precarious cement jar.

The blood had already stained all the white bandages on his shoulders and ankles red. His body, which was specially made for fighting, was not good at any healing magic at all.

Magic—the new and more powerful supernatural abilities mastered by human beings have completely replaced all kinds of supernatural abilities that could only be obtained by walking on the edge of madness a hundred years ago.

Human beings can acquire magical abilities only by gazing at magical creatures and their innate bloodlines. Since the barrier between the dream world and reality collapsed a hundred years ago, the entire Azir has already entered the era of high magic.

A large amount of ether flowing out of the dream washed over the entire continent, and together with the dream beasts that descended like a torrent—or should be called magical creatures now—together, they awakened the blood of human beings, and announced Nuo Jin’s complete farewell to the extraordinary and the supernatural. A world of ignorance isolated from mortals.

In today's era, if a person is not a magician, then it is impossible for him to survive in Azir.

It was clear from Blade's name that at least some of his blood came from the Lower City.

He has no last name.

The current Nuo Jin is Nuo Jin after the leader of the Plague Church named Red led all the old humans in the lower city back to the ground.

Nuojin redesigned by the former god-level wise man of the Truth Society, Raziel, who is known as the "wisdom of the world", is a broader and greater Nuojin.

The lower city may have lived close to the gods for a long time for thousands of years, so the spiritual knowledge and talent are higher.

In other words, basically, people with the blood of the lower city are magical geniuses who can only be seen once in a hundred years.

It's a pity that this world is still dominated by the weak. The upper city has far surpassed the lower city by conducting magic research earlier and with more people.

Moreover, the teaching of the Plague Church believes that all people in the lower city are God's chosen people, which is the same as-this is the symbol of the "Noggin Council Association".

According to legend, about a hundred years ago during the period of great change, the angry god sent a silver dragon to punish the angels who were willing to fall and tried to become gods in reverse.

At that time, a large human organization, the Tower of Secret Rituals, was hit hard because of its collusion with the fallen angels.

In the end, it merged with another organization, the Truth Society, and they were completely united and renamed the NUO Gold Council Association, which is in charge of all affairs of NUO Gold today.

Joseph, the great knight of glory, serves as the president, and Andrew, the former vice president of the Truth Society, serves as the... vice president.

It is said that this Andrew has been the vice president for hundreds of years, and he is dubbed the Wannian vice president by people who hate him. In NUO's slang, Andrew is even used to refer to the vice president.

"Blade—" the investigator whispered, "The person with this name must be captured no matter what. He is the son of the leader of the terrorist organization in the lower city."

"The bounty on the head of the rebellion leader can cost us several lifetimes." A searcher laughed a few times and said jokingly, "So is his son."

The investigator glanced at his subordinate and said, "That guy is in District 16, he won't come to our side."

Everyone showed regretful expressions.

"So here's why your defense is weak...and what's with that regretful expression?"

A young voice was very clear in the pouring rain.

Several investigators turned their heads subconsciously, raised their hands and aimed at the white-haired man in front of them with the most sophisticated magic weapons.

"Bang bang bang!"

The gun burst into a magical aura.

It's a pity that in the next second, the blade seemed to merge with the rain curtain, and swept past them like a swift wind. The moment the investigator saw his appearance clearly, everyone's heads fell to the ground.

The blood column sprayed out by the corpse was steaming hot, dyeing the entire ground red.

"Who gave it to you to get rid of my self-confidence?" Blade said with a sneer.

But Blade's body was almost unable to bear it anymore, and in just a few seconds, he immediately cheered up and left the encirclement.

So what if I leave... I'm already homeless.

As those investigators said, he is indeed the son of the leader of the Lower City Rebel Army, but he is the child of his inhuman father and the dream beast experiment. He has no interest in terrorist acts and does not want to join. Just escaped the rebels.

If there is anyone in NUO that absolutely cannot accommodate, it must be me, right?

Blade thought to himself mockingly.

As he fled, he couldn't help thinking wildly.

——Maybe I can join the hunters, they never care about the origin of the members, and they will accept people with the blood of dream beasts.

The leader of the hunter is a mysterious woman, and as the son of one of the best terrorists, Blade has heard quite a lot.

Her name is Ji Zhixu.

She is a god-level powerful magician, and also the leader of the Nuojin Hunter Organization. The underground hunter network she established is a transfer station for countless information, and even the Council of Directors must rely on her.

And Ji Zhixu, without a doubt, is also the existence of Nuo Jin calling the wind and rain.

However, it is rumored that the relationship between Ji Zhixu and the hundred-year-old witch of the Ash Chamber of Commerce, Qi Li Chapman, is extremely bad, almost to the point where they would fight each other.

It is said that it was because of a man whose whereabouts had long been unknown.

Hiss, I really don't understand the mentality of these old women... Blade was gossiping in his heart, and in this situation, he could still gossip about the secrets of the important figures, which can be regarded as his own pleasure in suffering.

In fact, even the hunters would not take in one, who was like a ticking time bomb to Nuo Jin.

"At least escaped from the encirclement..."

Blade looked around and breathed a sigh of relief.

It was still raining heavily.

Not far away, only one building was still lit, and the "open" sign at the door swayed in the wind.

"bookstore?"

Or... go in and hide?

Such thoughts suddenly appeared in Ren's mind without warning, causing him to walk to the door of the bookstore in a strange way.

...

A full moon was born in the dream.

Moen stepped barefoot on an endless stretch of calm water, and ripples swayed under his feet, crumpling the night, and fragmenting the stars reflected on the water.

The pitch-black sky spanning the Milky Way meets the water surface, almost merging into one.

Morn was dreaming.

She has rarely dreamed. As an ordinary bookstore owner—although she prefers to be called the proprietress—she will no longer have dreams about the night.

Someone dragged her into this dream, and in the dream, she was covered in black gauze to her shoulders, wearing a long black dress with a dignified and gorgeous layered skirt, the shawl on her shoulders and arms vaguely resembled the night sky, and her hands were With black gloves.

The power of the night has been handed over, and Wapujisi, who has no longer existed, has given Moen the remaining power and memory.

But this dream, which should have been nothing but night, is unusual today.

Soon, the surface of the lake under Morn's feet condensed into thin ice, and the sky began to snow all over the sky, like a dream.

And in his dream, an old tree covered with hoarfrost soon grew, and under the tree was a beautiful white lady.

"silver……"

Mo En frowned, seeing the arrival of his old friend was not very happy.

"Long time no see, Moen."

Baiyin smiled gracefully: "Don't be so vigilant... Oh, it seems that Wa Pujisi has left some bad memories for you."

Mo En looked at her expressionlessly, as if if she didn't talk about business in the next second, he would leave immediately.

"Do you miss him?"

Hearing this, Morn's iceberg-like expression moved slightly, and he raised his head subconsciously, and then saw Baiyin's playful expression.

The girl's cheeks were slightly hot, and just as she was about to explain something, she saw Bai Yin put away her sly and gentle look, and looked into the distance, her voice was as soft as the snow that covered the sky——

"I thought about it too."

...

Edge of fog.

An old man wearing an old robe was sitting on an old stone chair and sleeping, with one elbow resting on the armrest, supporting his head, and an ancient emerald green ring could be clearly seen on his thumb.

His dusty cheeks moved slightly.

Then slowly opened a pair of gray-blue eyes.

It has been too long to stay on the edge of this gray fog... Wilde sighed softly, and then looked at the dark sky. His position is exactly where his teacher used to sit.

He loosened his hands and feet, dragged his shabby robe on the ground, held up a lantern, and walked slowly into the depths of the gray mist.

A hundred years ago, the wall of gray mist collapsed and the world was turned upside down, but so far no one has dared to take this step.

And now, he's coming to do it.

As the first person to explore the gray mist, this was also his teacher's last wish.

Suddenly, Wilde froze, opened his eyes wide, and looked back——

Inspiration is surging in the body.

He seems to have seen himself who did not know how many years ago, dragging his seriously injured body, walking slowly towards a bookstore.

...

Blade dragged his tired body, feeling a severe pain in his lower abdomen.

Only then did he realize that he had also been shot in the abdomen, but he was ignored by his highly nervous nerves.

Sure enough... Wanting to get rid of the search by the council and my father, accurately find Ji Zhixu's hunter organization, and then persuade her to let me join is a wish that cannot be fulfilled.

He looked at the building in front of him with a dark yellow warm light.

That being the case, the only way to find a place to heal the wound is first, and then...

Then talk about it.

As Basara approached, he observed the bookstore.

This bookstore stands amidst the rain curtain, and the warm window reveals a twilight, and the dense rows of bookshelves can be vaguely seen inside.

Other than that, it was dark all around.

So much rain, so many shops.

Only this store is still open, with a "Open" sign hanging on the door, and a simple step in front of the door for easy walking, which is out of place with the surroundings.

Blade clutched his lower abdomen, the smell of blood was washed away by the rain, maybe this is a way out, or a trap?

So what if it's a trap?

Now, no matter what choice he makes, the end will be the same, right?

He lowered his head and smiled wryly, a little self-defeating in the heavy rain.

Blade stepped on the simple stairs, pushed the door and walked into the bookstore.

"jingle."

The bell hanging on the edge of the bookstore door rang with a crisp sound.

There is only one young man about his own age in the quiet bookstore.

Even the color is the opposite of his own - the shirt and trousers are all black, the same black hair is a little messy, his skin is pale, he is looking down at the book in his hand, there are two cups of tea in front of him that are still steaming, and what is there? No guests.

Two cups of tea?

He is waiting for me specially?

Ren was stunned, and looked warily at the young man in front of him who couldn't distinguish friend from foe.

There are too many people who want to kill him, too many people want to use him, but with such an attitude, it seems that they want to communicate?

Before he could speak, the young man finally closed the book and looked up at him——

"It didn't take long this time, but... welcome."

The owner of the bookstore looked at him, his dark eyes were bottomless, with a gentle smile on his face, and said:

"It looks like you're in some trouble?"