Born to Be Rebellious [Quick Transmigration]

This is where Gosho first saw above the abyss.

It was a large piece of desolate, pitch-black scorched earth, with jagged rocks everywhere, hills, mountains and abyss interlaced, like hideous and ugly scars.

The Blood Moon hung in the distant sky, half hidden by the craggy horizon.

Under the dim moonlight, there was no sign of life on the vast, dead continent, and it was eerily quiet.

Ge Xiu lowered his head, moved his fingers lightly, and tentatively removed the dark elements covering the wound.

The hideous wound that had been cut vertically had long since lost its pain. The reddish-brown blood had coagulated into a thick layer of blood, covering the slender wrist. The uppermost layer of blood scab had been lifted up, exposing the newborn pink color beneath it. tender meat.

He quickly checked the wounds left on his body in the battle just now, and found that he didn't know when it started, those deep or shallow bloodstains had begun to heal rapidly, and some of them had even disappeared. Pale skin stained with blood.

On the inside of the wrist, cyan blood vessels and faint red marks intertwine, looking evil and monstrous. The life-like totem is slowly twisting, trying to break through the shackles and tear the texture and skin.

The traces of the totem's red deepened, to the point where it was almost impossible to ignore.

Ge Xiu looked up at the almost round blood moon embedded on the horizon not far away.

He could feel that his strength was gradually increasing with the completion of the moon.

The dark elements within a few miles are joyfully agitating, entangled around Gexiu's side and fingertips, and actively agitating under the control of his thoughts, as long as his thoughts move, they can be kneaded into Various shapes.

This kind of power is intoxicating, but it is also extremely dangerous-this is a delayed equivalent exchange. Although he still doesn't know what the price is, it will be paid sooner or later.

...how wonderful.

Ge Xiu took a deep breath slowly.The dry and icy air scraped against the canal, and poured into the lung cavity, bringing a slight tingling pain, as if it wanted to imprison the pulsating dark element in the body and embed it in his own blood.

The sense of extreme danger that seemed to be dancing on the tip of a knife stimulated the nerves in his body, causing a shiver of excitement from head to toe.

The previous demon race was probably aimed at him, and the totem on his body might also be related to it.

If his guess is correct, then the pursuers must arrive soon.

The smile on Gexiu's lips deepened uncontrollably, and the depths of his dark pupils suppressed an almost excited sense of pleasure. The scarlet blood moon in the distance was reflected in the gloomy irises, like a cold red scimitar, in the dark Shiny in.

So... what to play next?

he thought happily.

With a slight movement of the fingertips hanging by his side, the rich dark elements rush forward like tame pets, sticking to his body flatteringly, and the little wolf who is limping behind him is also wrapped up in the same way The delicious smell that belongs to living creatures is impenetrable, perfectly blending into the rugged wilderness.

On the silent wasteland, the whistling wind was like a cold blade, rolling past the ground, ruthlessly erasing all traces.

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A huge teleportation array unfolded between the canyons, shining the steep rock walls into a blood red.

Several tall demons stepped out of the teleportation array, each of them was tall, with huge bone wings gathered behind them, and a little scarlet light reflected from the tip of the curved long horns on the top of their heads.

There had clearly been a massacre in the narrow valley.

Countless shattered insect corpses and viscera were mixed and smeared all over the ground and rocky cliffs. Red and yellow were intertwined, and the original color could hardly be seen.

A blood-soaked demon has long been waiting in front of the formation. He knelt down on one knee in the pool of blood and lowered his head to the ground: "My lord."

The pupils of the demon clan headed by them were dark purple.He coldly glanced at his subordinates who were mixed with insect blood, human blood and demon blood, and frowned in extreme disgust: "I was so embarrassed by the low-intelligence creatures in the abyss. Ace, after returning Get punished."

The demon named Ace shuddered and lowered his head deeply again: "Yes."

The nobleman stared at him for a few seconds, then suddenly ordered:

"look up."

Ace didn't dare to hesitate at all, and raised his head obediently the moment the other party's voice fell, and a handsome face stained with blood was revealed in the other party's sight.

The noble gracefully walked over the insect corpses everywhere, walked up to Ace, stretched out his long, sharp and curved black nails, and touched Ace's forehead.

In the next second, the incantation of the spell sounded.

As the low and complicated syllables sounded, an almost tragic howl of pain broke through Ace's lips. The horrible screams that seemed to be made by creatures echoed in the valley, but the nobles who cast the spell were as hard as stone, with a look of Nothing changed, his lips moved, completing the rest of the spell.

A thin black thread pulled out from between Ace's brows.

Immediately afterwards, the filaments spread into a hazy mist, covering the two demons standing and kneeling in it, and countless moving phantoms wandered in the air.

The slender figure of the young man jumps between intermittent frames, like a wisp of smoke swaying in the darkness, which can be blown away with just one breath.

The color of the purple pupils of the nobles of the demon clan deepened, making them look more gorgeous in the darkness.He followed the boy's figure with his eyes, and traced the brighter red lines on his skin exposed during the battle, with a greedy and fanatical expression.

Finally, Ace twitched and fell down, hitting heavily in the pile of dirty and smelly corpses.

The nobleman withdrew his hand, rubbed the sticky human blood between his fingers with his fingertips, sniffed deeply at the tip of his nose, and murmured almost obsessively:

"...That's right, it's him."

He took out a silk handkerchief from his pocket, and gracefully wiped off the human blood stained on his fingers, then mercilessly threw the delicate and expensive handkerchief onto the ground stained with blood and corpses. He waved and ordered Said: "Block this area, deploy a teleportation array, let the goblins and golems start a carpet search from here, send demons to patrol the sky, and try everything possible to find him before the full moon."

He added gloomy and condensed: "The Mage Tower has calculated the precise date of the full moon this time—three months later."

The subordinates took the order to leave.

"Master Melville, are you sure?" A high-ranking demon standing aside frowned and said slowly: "This night of the full moon is 300 years earlier than we expected."

Melville raised his eyebrows mockingly: "Don't you trust my mage tower? Your Highness Edmund? Then you might as well let your army do the divination for you."

"Pay attention to your attitude." The other party's expression became gloomy: "Besides, if it wasn't for your mismanagement of the mage tower at the beginning, how could we lose his trace."

His words were clearly a blow.

Melville's complexion also became extremely ugly. He stared at the other party coldly, took a deep breath, and finally decided to put the quarrel to rest and bring the focus back to the really important topic: "The God of Darkness is on top!" , I personally verified this prophecy many times in the Mage Tower—after three months, the blood moon will reach the top."

At this moment, the large-scale magic teleportation array was finally completed. From the valley to the top of the cliff, several huge blood-colored teleportation arrays lit up one after another. Like a huge number of insects and ants, gray green and black red almost cover the surface as far as the eye can see, waiting for the order of the master who controls their life and death.

The huge bone wings stretched out behind the high-level demons, setting off a strong airflow.

The purple-eyed noble looked down at the rapidly increasing number of servants on the ground, chanting spells in the ancient and complicated Mozu language.

The dark elements surged and gathered, sweeping down like a storm, turning the spirit into a physical prison, deeply engraved on the soul of the servant:

【try to find】.

At the moment when the spell took effect, a huge army was immediately dispatched, rushing in all directions like a torrent, and the magic dog who was good at tracking traces rushed to the distance, rolling over the ground in black, searching for all possible traces meticulously.The subordinate demons with lower status fluttered their wings and hovered in the air, leading the army of low-level monsters to search.

Melville looked down at the magnificent scene below, and said in a prophetic tone:

"He can't run far."

Ge Xiu did not run far.

He didn't even have the slightest intention of running away.

Compared with when he was found on the cliff, his ability to cover up his tracks has improved to an incredible level, but he will always leave traces and auras for the tracker to investigate and track, so that the dark servant who is looking for him always has a feeling that he wants to The illusion in front of the eyes, but it often fails at the last moment—like some kind of weird and cruel game, with what seems to be a faint hope to lure countless searchers around, when he thinks he is about to catch him, he will act like It dissipated from the palm like light smoke.

Before I knew it, something seemed to have changed.

In the beginning, it was just the disappearance of some puppets.

The manufacture of middle and low-level puppets only needs a sufficient amount of steel and spell crystals. An experienced demon mage can create tens of hundreds of puppets in just a few minutes. The goblin in charge of supervising the puppets Didn't even try to find the missing puppets—maybe they just fell into a cave or a ditch during the search, which was completely within the normal amount of loss.

Suddenly one day, the puppets began to be scrapped in large quantities, falling down one after another like a chain reaction.

This finally aroused the vigilance of the subordinate demons. While urging the mage to find the reason, they dispatched a large number of goblins to conduct a meticulous carpet search of the locations where the missing golems appeared, and finally found clues.

The violently chiseled metal shell is covered with deep claw marks and traces of magic release. The armor is wide open, and the spell spar inside is missing.

Now no one dares to neglect this matter again.This incident was quickly reported, and the mage responsible for making the puppet urgently modified the puppet spell, changing the original self-driven to remote control by the mage. Once the spar is damaged by external force and taken out, it will self-explode. The large-scale scrapping of the puppet and The small-scale disappearance finally stopped.

But Gosho is still missing.

Day after day, the goblins provide all kinds of clues upwards, as if the other party is a scattered team of 800 people. Every clue leads them to almost the opposite direction and different paths, making them The demons who are in charge of commanding and hovering and searching have almost no time to deal with them, because of the absolute minority of their proficiency, they are always exhausted.

The search hit a dead end.

This week, eight subordinate demons and two high-level demons have died at the hands of restless and anxious nobles, and Edmund, who is in charge of leading the search plan, is a ferocious and bloodthirsty existence among the high-level demons. Daedra died under his living torture and dismembered, and goblins and servants died in countless numbers, sometimes because the food provided was not to Edmund's liking, or simply the behavior was not to his liking.The entire team was filled with fear and fear, no matter which race was walking on thin ice.

As the master of the mage tower and the planner of the entire operation, Melville was much calmer.

After all, the puppet is a machine driven by dark elements, and the opponent was able to thoroughly study the incantations carved in the spar in such a short period of time, and even found a way to counter it, which not only shows that the strength of the opponent has increased more than expected Much faster, it also proves that the other party's difficulty is far beyond what he had imagined—then, the carpet search is far from failing to achieve expectations and results.

He has to change tactics.

Melville looked out through the huge window carved out of the pale keel, the dense dark elements engulfed the entire layered and undulating city, and in the high sky, a scarlet blood moon hung high.

The huge eye was already almost fully open, looking down indifferently and cruelly.

The dangerous atmosphere floating in the air almost made the entire Esther Demon City agitated. The bloody smell produced by the merger and killing filled every alley in the Demon City. The sticky and heavy darkness covered up the crime and greed, but the whole city's Madness and agitation still flowed through that violently rising and falling dark element.

Time is running out.

The bone silver-mounted funnel on the table poured silently downwards, the last bit of shining dust accumulated in the narrow neck, and the dark vortex swirled in the center, as if clamoring for the coming of the last moment all the time.

A blood moon is approaching, yet the most important link has yet to be filled.

Melville exerted a little force, crushing the spell stone on his fingertips, blood-colored dust fluttered down from his sharp fingers, and was swallowed by the darkness.

A small sound transmission circle was condensed.

"Withdraw the goblins, leaving only the modified high-level and medium-level golems, and all the subordinate demons and high-level demons gather in the mage tower."

Under the sky of eternal night, there is no grass growing on the wasteland full of strange rocks.

Gloomy gray mist filled the air, and there were huge stones and narrow gaps scattered among the rugged and steep terrain. A magic circle that concealed the breath and two alarm circles that would be triggered by detection were skillfully hidden in two of them. Although the rocks are relatively simple and rough, due to the huge amount of elements contained in them, the hollowed out space is very effectively hidden under them.

The space under the stones was a mess, filled with countless scrapped and broken remains of spell stones, as well as many oddly shaped and ugly parts.Those things were piled up under the stones, almost occupying all the open space, leaving only a narrow passage that could barely accommodate people.

A swift gray shadow slid across the wasteland, slipping into the gap silently and deftly, the formation seemed to be familiar with its breath, and accepted its entry without resistance.

Eleinuo stared at the chaos under the stone, and frowned stubbornly.

For some time now, he's been out looking for where he fell - which may be the key to leaving Calvary.

Gosho never limits his actions.

Except for the magic circle that covered him with a mask of breath when Leonor came back, he spent almost every moment studying those black and shiny spell stones and cleverly searching and stealing runes from the team that searched and hunted him down. Wen and the incomplete magic circle even reached the point of obsession.

What Leno couldn't understand was why this human being could make such a mess in every temporary residence.

Although it has four claws, every time he returns to the hiding place, he has to tidy up as much as possible, but he can never keep up with the speed of Gexiu's destruction.

The little wolf leaped lightly, jumped over the discarded spell stones piled up on the ground twice, and quickly reached the center of the cave.

In the middle of a mess of simple scrolls and scrap metal pieces, a slender and thin boy curled up his legs, nestled in the hollow of the rock like a boneless one, staring intently at the semi-finished product wrapped and condensed by the dark elements in his palm , His eyes were smeared with black and blue, but the dark eyes shone with fanaticism, almost morbidly excited.

I don't know how long I haven't rested.

With Lionel's golden pupils flickering, he let out a short growl from his throat in warning.

Gexiu raised his eyes and glanced at the little wolf not far away. He was still immersed in that state of extreme excitement, and even his voice carried an unusual enthusiasm:

"you're back!"

He stretched his waist, and his slender waist stretched into a flexible and graceful arc.The reddish vertical pupils of the little wolf stayed on the pale skin exposed on his waist without a trace for a few seconds, and then moved to his face, deep and unpredictable colors shone in the depths of the pupils.

Gosho deftly moves through the cascading obstacles in the cave, with the swiftness and grace of a cat.

He raised his hand and touched the little wolf's head, and rubbed it vigorously on its dodging ears regardless of the other's wishes, then narrowed his eyes and laughed:

"Isn't the scene outside particularly interesting?"

Of course very interesting.

Thousands of puppets and goblins almost dug three feet into the ground within a hundred miles. Countless demon dogs barked under the blood moon. The sky was occupied by circling demons and other dark races. Tracks, but so easily misled and manipulated by their prey, it is a very amusing sight indeed to be exhausted in the vastness of the wasteland.

It's hard to imagine it being the work of just one human being.

During this process, except for the occasional hunting of golems, he rarely even asked Eleinor for help.

This sense of danger dancing on the tip of the knife seems to be the fuel and motivation for his survival, and he is intoxicated by it, so he goes crazy.

Like a flame.

Extreme, pure, dangerous, captivating.

Eleinuo stared fixedly at the human being in front of him, his pupils shrunk into a deep thin line, and slowly swept across his white and slender limbs and handsome and harmless face, his scarlet tongue stuck out, licking the tip of his claws .

Ge Xiu smiled and walked towards the entrance of the cave, covering his body with a layer of dark elements while walking, and then skillfully stepped on the stones at the entrance of the cave, peeking out.

The protective circle dutifully covered his actions, and through the gaps between the rocks, the outside scene could still be displayed in front of Ge Xiu.

Thick or light dark elements wandered in the wilderness like an unrestrained mist. It was pure darkness without a ray of moonlight, which could cover almost all living creatures in it, but it couldn't hinder Gexiu's sight.

The goblins were retreating, the high-level and mid-level puppets stayed where they were, and the demons hovering above their heads and the bone dragon under the dark mage vibrated their huge wings and flew towards the city lurking in the shadows in the distance.

Gexiu silently parted the corners of his lips, and his eyes gleamed eagerly in the darkness.

He turned his head to look at Eleno who was still sitting not far away, patted his thigh, and greeted, "Come on, we should go."

Just a few minutes later, a dark black fire ignited under the rock, completely erasing the remaining traces deep in the cave, leaving no trace of breath.

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Demons and dark mages gathered in the mage tower, waiting for Melville's order.

As the manager of the army, although Edmund was dissatisfied, the search he had organized during this period had not been very effective, so he reluctantly bowed his head and allowed the elite under his command to obey Melville's dispatch.

The nobleman with purple pupils sat on a bone seat, looked down at the dark demons below, and said coldly:

"A bunch of trash."

The demons below were shocked, their heads lowered even lower.

"Being played around by a human who has never been educated in magic... God of darkness, if you don't need to implement the next plan, now you can apologise with death."

Everyone knew that Melville was not joking, and they all knelt on the spot silently, and the huge and gorgeous room was filled with deathly silence.

Melville swept across the demons with an extremely oppressive gaze, suppressed violence and anger flickered in the depths of his pupils, he took a deep breath slowly, restrained the bloodthirsty impulse in his heart, and then ordered: " The original crystals produced in the northern mountains this year were all brought in by bone dragons, so that all mages could engrave the binding runes as quickly as possible."

He raised his hand to summon his confidants, and ordered: "Bring the amplification scroll on the top of the tower."

Edmund, who was sitting in the second seat, raised his brows:

"What are you going to do?"

Melville tapped the armrest of the seat rhythmically with his sharp black nails, and a tyrannical smile appeared on his lips as thin as a blade:

"What do you think I am going to do, Your Highness Edmund? Of course, I will use all means to find out this cunning mouse hiding in the ground."