National Fortune Bonus: After the new player awakens at the maximum level, he will kill like crazy

The imperial garden in midsummer was filled with the scent of grass and trees. Su Mohui, Qi Mo, and Shen Jia'an walked side by side, following Shen Youzhi's official boots as they stepped on the bluestone slabs. The chirping of cicadas echoed between the vermilion lacquered columns.

The mechanical sound of the system suddenly rang in her ears along with the bronze chimes, bringing Su Mohui back to her senses.

[Ding Dong: Host, please take note. A main character is awakening in the pavilion fifty meters to the west.]

She narrowed her eyes and looked at the lotus pond not far away. There were nine lotus lanterns floating there, and the wick flames appeared a dark purple in the midday sun. She had heard Zhan Qing say before that... that should be the secret symbol of the Xipan Church.

After giving Qi Mo and Shen Jiaan a look, the three of them stopped Shen Youzhi from leading the way and went out for a walk on their own.

When the three of them hurried to the corner of the corridor, they heard the sound of brocade tearing coming from the pavilion.

The girl in moon-white sleeves was tearing at her cuffs embroidered with silver roses. On her exposed forearms, black vines were slowly climbing along her blood vessels.

Lan Yu and Nuan Si were two maids whom Su Mohui had seen before. When they saw Su Mohui and the other two coming, they sternly ordered them to leave.

"Her Royal Highness the Princess has contracted hysteria! All outsiders please leave immediately!" Nuan Si stood in front of the pavilion with his arm across, the Xipan silver bracelet on his wrist emitting a warning light.

But Su Mohui knew that the soul clone of the fifty-third seat was rampant in Xuanyuan Mingshu's sea of ​​consciousness, trying to devour the host's consciousness.

The girl suddenly looked up, her pupils switching rapidly between amber and dark green, and her body temperature fluctuated between hot and cold. Xuanyuan Mingshu felt as if she was being torn apart by the spiritual power of ice and fire!

"Princess Mingshu!" The accompanying female official approached with a thick rope, but was nailed to the spot by Su Mohui's cold eyes - the eyes of the nine-year-old child were filled with an iron-blooded murderous intent that did not belong to this age.

When Su Mohui took the initiative to hold down the girl's trembling wrist, the ring pattern on her own wrist suddenly dimmed, but the original faint light shifted to the complete mark on the back of Xuanyuan Mingshu's neck -

The "Mark of Eternal Night" recorded in "The Strange Tales of Luoshen" was exposed on her fair and delicate skin, and in the center of the vine was embedded a tiny gear. It was a mechanical stigma that the Xipan Church had obtained with the help of the Lord of Light, used to anchor the soul.

Su Mohui's fingertips suddenly tightened. The secret words that Qi Mo whispered in the library three days ago now exploded in her ears like thunder.

"The Puppet God Plan of the Nine Heavens, the soul anchor of the Xipan Church..." At this moment, she looked at the tiny gears squirming on the back of the girl's neck. The metallic luster was exactly the same as the "Shackles of God" described by Qi Mo.

The lotus lanterns in the lotus pond suddenly flickered strangely, and the icy purple flames twisted into the shape of a skull in the wind.

Su Mohui's pupils suddenly shrank, and she finally saw clearly that the layout of the entire imperial garden concealed the "Eternal Night Altar" of the Xipan Church: the nine-curve corridor was the chains that imprisoned the soul, the lotus pond was the blood basin for holding sacrifices, and Xuanyuan Mingshu, who was tortured by the mark at this moment, was clearly the most vivid sacrifice in the center of the altar.

So, the Lord of Light, through the Xipan Church, has extended his influence to the First Continent? Is this a huge game?

"So from the very beginning..." A taste of rust rose in her throat, and the military talisman was surprisingly hot in her sleeve.

Shen Jia'an suddenly grabbed her sleeve. The boy's palms, which had always been warm and dry, were now covered in cold sweat. "Mo Hui! The water in the pool is flowing backwards!"

She turned her head suddenly and saw the koi in the lotus pond madly crashing into the pool wall. The water splashed by the fish's tail condensed into Sanskrit in the air, which was the "Puppet God's Descent Curse" mentioned by Qi Mo.

At this moment, the system prompt sounded like an alarm bell.

[Ding Dong: Foreign divine corruption detected! Current danger level: SSS]

[Ding Dong: Foreign rule encroachment detected! Civilization Spark Permissions - Forced Activation, Host, please use all means to eliminate the Soul Mark -]

The divine power suddenly returned to its peak, and the ring on Su Mohui's wrist suddenly burst out with a dazzling golden light, colliding violently with the black vines on the back of Mingshu's neck.

She finally understood that this seemingly accidental encounter was actually a conspiracy carefully planned by the Lord of Light - when the forgotten bloodline of the gods awakens, the soul mark planted by the Xipan Church will be activated, turning the host into a puppet vessel that can be devoured by the godhead.

"Let's go!" Qi Mo suddenly threw out the silver ring, and the star track light temporarily suppressed the restless mark.

"I can't leave." But Su Mohui held Mingshu's trembling shoulders tightly, and the blood oozing from between her fingernails turned into the shadow of a black bird. "They want to create a new puppet god before the Luoshui Festival... But we want to smash this chess game on the altar."

She stretched out her hand and stroked Xuanyuan Mingshu's hot skin. The patterns of the soul-destroying technique that she had seen in Persia before automatically appeared in her eyes. When the divine power with the breath of the underworld appeared at her fingertips, she had already used the spell that Zhan Qing had taught her to probe the power into Xuanyuan Mingshu's sea of ​​consciousness.

"So cold..." When Xuanyuan Mingshu's whisper mixed with the chirping of cicadas sounded in Su Mohui's ears, she had already touched the extremely cold spiritual power hidden under the former's pulse. The Netherworld Ice Flow and the Black Bird Heat Flow at her fingertips complemented each other, forming a sharp contrast with this complex pulse.

At the same time, the system prompt sounded like cracking ice in the sea of ​​consciousness—

[Ding Dong: The foreign rules have been broken, and the spark of civilization has been adapted! ]

When the system's voice fell, the rhino horn hairpin in Su Mohui's hair suddenly flew into the air, condensing into a translucent shadow of a black bird between the two of them. The moment its tail feathers swept across the vines, the air in the entire imperial garden froze for a moment -

The black lines emitted a sharp sound like shattering glass, and the gear stigma began to disintegrate. The metal fragments turned into fluorescent butterflies and flew towards the lotus pond.

Immediately afterwards, the nine lotus lanterns exploded, and the moment the ice-purple flames went out, the water in the pool suddenly boiled and surged.

The winding vines were like ink melted by the sun, flowing along Mingshu's neck, and finally gathered into a small black bird silhouette at the collarbone.

That was the protective mark left after Su Mohui's spiritual power and the rhinoceros horn hairpin inadvertently resonated.

"Mo Hui, the star tracks are moving!" Shen Jia'an's exclamation awakened the stagnant time and space.

Qi Mo took out the silver ring at some point. The star track pattern was resonating violently with the Xipan formation faintly visible at the bottom of the pool. The broken gear fragments now spelled out the three ancient Sanskrit words "Puppet God" on the water surface.

Su Mohui squinted her eyes, feeling the power fluctuations in Xuanyuan Mingshu's body while looking at the scene in front of her, but suddenly remembered Qi Mo's warning the day before: when the Mark of Eternal Night devours the host, the Lord of Light will support a new puppet god on the first continent.

A moment later, Xuanyuan Mingshu suddenly regained consciousness. He stared at the ring pattern on Su Mohui's wrist and blinked. The exotic spiritual energy he had absorbed during the Soul Destruction was flowing through it. "The aura on your hand... sounds like an oracle left by my mother."

As soon as she finished speaking, the koi fish in the lotus pond suddenly gathered together and swung their tails collectively, causing Shen Jiaan, who was standing nearby, to exclaim in surprise, "Mo Hui, look—"