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 The sky drops the battle flag.
 This scene is very exaggerated. A large golden flag seems to be a comet flying from the sky, with a long golden tail flame, and it cuts through the sky like this, flying over from a distance.
 "boom!"
 A loud bang!
 The stone bricks on the avenue not far from Mark's eyes exploded, and a large pit nearly one meter deep appeared out of thin air.
 Amidst the splashing gravel and soil, the golden banner that was thrown to the ground rattled in the night wind.
 Mark, who was almost blinded by the flying sand and stone, was surprised to see the [Bright Eyes] emblem on the banner.
 "This..." Mark was dumbfounded.
 The ensuing scene will not give him the whole thing.
 Heavenly Man!
 A man in black tights and wearing a black mask turned around in the air for several times, and finally landed on the flagpole very lightly.
 That kind of softness, like a leaf falling on the calm lake.
 It was clearly a flagpole as sharp as a red tassels spear head, but he froze in an independent posture of a golden rooster. In this way, he crossed his hips and trampled on the flag that symbolized the goddess of light.
 Mark looked blankly at him and the nine men in black who jumped out of the air.
 These people surrounded him in a circle.
 According to the somewhat barren memory of the original owner, Mark could tell from the black eye pattern on their badges that they were from the cult of the Evernight Goddess.
 In this world, the goddesses of light and night are twin sisters. According to the official statement of the Wright Empire - they represent day and night and are the patron saints of the empire.
 In private, despite the close cooperation between the two churches, the believers on both sides were stunned to see each other unhappy.
 Of course, even more unhappy is Mark.
 He didn't know how long he hadn't seen such an abominable look from above.
 Mark tried his best to control his emotions, looked up at Sao Bao Nan, and thought to himself: The other party didn't shoot directly at the first time... Since these mysterious people represent the will of the goddess of the night, then my little life is probably saved.
 Sure enough, after a while, after looking at Mark carefully, the saucy man spoke.
 "You're Marc Destiny, aren't you? We're the [Ravens] team of the Night's Watch of the Evernight Church! You don't need to know what you shouldn't know, you just need to know that you are alive and important to us."
 accurate!
 It's so frustrating!
 Really XX upset!
 Mark had just experienced extreme fear and anxiety, and after he finally escaped, this guy made a safety declaration like a beggar.
 If there is no fire in Mark's heart, there are ghosts.
 It is a pity that the Night Watch is a special organization dedicated to the existence of [evil], even above the royal spies. Before figuring out the situation, Mark could only hold back.
 "What? Do you have an opinion?" Sao Bao Nan's voice showed an inhumane coldness and arrogance, as if to imply his master's moodiness.
 Just as Mark was about to speak, the other person on the opposite side laughed out loud: "Captain, isn't it because they are more handsome than you. Why are you making things difficult for them?"
 The atmosphere has changed subtly.
 "Shut up... In other words, I'm really not as good as him?" Sao Bao pulled down his mask angrily, revealing his true colors. He has a good face, clear facial features, and deep facial lines. At first glance, he feels that he is a sunny and handsome man. In all fairness, his appearance is not low.
 Unfortunately, who to compare with.
 After crossing, Mark seems to have inherited the appearance before crossing.
 The delicate facial features seem to have been carefully carved by the artist after countless days and nights, with eyes like electricity and picturesque eyebrows. Different from the masculine man of Sao Bao, Mark's face is more handsome with a combination of hardness and softness.
 If you have to say who he is most like, it is probably Claude, the male protagonist of the well-known game "Final Fantasy 7".
 Maybe Sao Bao Men can attract a lot of mad bees and butterflies, but Mark is so handsome that even men have to be envious and jealous.
 A few guys next to them watched for a while, then laughed strangely and said:
 "Boss, we can't speak against our conscience. This kid is really handsomer than you."
 "Probably the difference between 85 points and 100 points."
 After being attacked by his subordinates, Sao Bao Nan angrily put on his mask again: "Don't talk nonsense, it's not completely safe here, take people away first."
 Without being able to distinguish something from Mark, the two men in black next to him freed their hands, held his arms, and jumped up suddenly.
 By the moonlight, Mark followed the eagle chirping in the air at a loss, only to see a huge flying eagle swept down in the air.
 They look similar to the Argentine giant eagles on Earth during the dinosaur period, with a wingspan of up to eight meters.
 The biggest difference from ordinary eagles is their size, and they can be domesticated.
 The original owner's memory told him that this was the [Bright Condor], and only the elites of the Church of Light and Night or the military were qualified to use this bird of prey as a mount.
 After dispatching an elite Night's Watch team at a time, what event did I, Mark, get involved in?
 Before he could figure out what was going on, Mark was taken to the giant eagle, and after a dazed feeling, he took off.
 This flight is really not a good one.
 The clouds thickened. Without the moonlight, the whole world is a blur of darkness, and only rolling hills can be seen.
 The wind was so strong that Mark could barely keep his eyes open.
 Five minutes passed? Still how long.
 Mark found that they had reached the last supply point before the departure of his expedition team, outside the town of Rohit.
 There was a three-meter-high stone wall surrounding the town, and Mark still remembered the rough gate tower with exposed granite he saw when he entered and exited the town.
 But the Eagles sent a light signal to the ground and flew directly into the town.
 The town in the middle of the night is quiet and silent.
 In the direction of the town center, more than 500 houses are sleeping in the dark.
 Only the church to the east of the town was brightly lit.
 In the open space in front of the church, the brazier with the shape of eyes is the clearest guide.
 The eagle landed, flapping its broad wings, and a gust of wind blew across the grass.
 Some guys in black also came up to greet them, and said from a distance: "Please wait a moment, according to the regulations, we must first make sure that you are not 'abnormal'."
 That's right! According to the Church of Evernight's [Night Code], everyone who has been in contact with [abnormal] should be checked.
 Mark, who was clipped from the flying eagle, noticed the strange sacred object in the open space.
 It was a golden bronze pillar that looked the same as the one outside the underground ballroom, but it was very small, about 60 centimeters high, less than one-third the size of the sacred object in the ballroom.
 When the man in black poured holy oil into the opening on the side of the copper pillar and set it on fire, Mark found that the relief of the eye on the copper pillar seemed to come alive, and began to slowly open it.
 In the dark night, the sacred golden light shines brighter than the lighthouse.
 The golden eyes in the Eye of Holy Light swept across the night watchmen one by one. This spotlight-like light stayed on Mark, who was the only exception, for the longest time.
 This kind of feeling of being the focus of attention is not easy. After waiting for twelve or three seconds, Mark heard the relieved voices of the night watchmen around him.
 "Thank you to the goddess of light and night." The captain of [Raven] became serious: "Don't take it lightly. [abnormalities] are often difficult to detect. They will silently invade people's souls. The more advanced and strange, the more The more contamination it brings to people, the harder it is to identify.”
 "This, is there any further review?"
 "certainly!"
 Pushing open the rusted iron door outside the church, through the stone wall, the night watchman's leather boots barely made any noise on the pothole cobblestone road.
 The wooden door on the front of the church had not been painted for a long time, and the candlesticks on either side of the porch had twelve candles obviously larger than the candlesticks. The divine golden light illuminated the doorway like day.
 A kind old priest with white hair and beard and long eyebrows is waiting here.
 He was dressed in a spotless white robe, with a small red melon hat on his head. Apart from the epaulettes and cuffs with gold trimmings, the most striking thing was the golden chain-like [Light] hanging around his neck. eye].
 This golden eye is the size of a fist.
 He squinted, smiled and said, "I'm today's rotating pastor Albert. Child, you're shocked."
 "Uh, I... I'm Marc Destiny." Marc returned the salute a little flustered. He found that a group of night watchmen beside him saluted at the same time.
 "plz follow me."
 There was a magical power in the old pastor's voice, and Mark was unwittingly convinced. Under the guard of the two night watchmen, he followed the old pastor into the church.
 The holy church is full of candles. The smell of holy incense permeated the audience.
 It wasn't an illusion, just as Pastor Albert stepped into the church, the whole church lit up.
 The aisle in the center of the church is filled with benches for believers to sit on, and believers hold mass here every day.
 The candles beside the pews, without exception, shone brightly as the old priest passed by.
 All the way to the statue of the Goddess of Light with open arms, under the gaze of the eyes of light on the holy pillars on both sides, Albert turned around, the eyes that were like two slits opened suddenly, and slowly asked: "Are you? Marc Destiny?"
 Mark didn't understand why the old priest asked this question, but only felt that there was a mysterious power that penetrated the hearts of the old priest's emerald eyes!
 This power is mysterious and mysterious, full of wonderful rhythm.
 All of a sudden, Mark entered a state similar to a little drunk.
 Like drunk, not drunk, the surrounding scene is like a dream, and many bubbles of light and shadows rise from the edge of his vision in the confusion.
 Tell the truth after drinking, nothing more than this.
 Only when Mark was about to be intoxicated, the deepest part of his brain suddenly woke up: Not good! This is probably the god's version of Veritaserum.
 Mark raised his eyelids halfway, his eyes blurred and drunk: "I'm Mark."
 Albert's mouth was slightly raised, and his eyes were a little softer: "Why are you going to Le Mans Manor?"
 "That guy Parker said, I'm almost graduating from mysticism, how can I be regarded as finishing my esoteric studies if I don't take a risk..." Mark recounted this adventure of 'letting go' according to his memory.
 The Q\u0026A went on for a while...
 "Why did that doll let you go?"
 "I danced with her."
 "and then?"
 "I was so scared and ran away after the jump."
 After some question and answer, it took twenty minutes before and after. At last, Pastor Albert smiled: "Thank you for your frankness, child, I have no problem."
 The old pastor put his hands on his shoulders: "Praise the light."
 Mark followed suit: "Praise the light."
 It wasn't until this moment that Mark suddenly woke up: "I, just now..."
 Albert smiled: "This is the law - everyone who has been in contact with [abnormal] must be questioned by the pastor of the Church of Light. Child, you passed."
 Mark breathed a sigh of relief. For a moment, he thought he was wearing a gang and was found to be a transmigrator.
 Fortunately, this mysterious old priest did not deliberately make things difficult for him.
 "Well, I can ask..."
 "No! You can't." Albert interrupted him: "[Abnormal] For you, don't ask, don't say, don't look directly, otherwise there may be serious consequences. Next, you need to accept The night watchman's arrangement."
 "Understood. Thank you, Your Excellency." Mark bowed.
 "This child is very tired, let him go down to rest first." Albert ordered.
 "Follow your will." The two night watchmen nodded.
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 After crossing into the weird world and becoming the third generation of the magic stick, Mark can only change his way of life. 
 Cthulhu: "You will be haunted by bad luck!" 
 Mark rolled the dice of fate: "Now the fate is yours!" 
 Heretic God: "Impossible, why don't you need to pay for changing your life against the sky?" 
 Mark: "I'm dying!" 
 Evil God: "It's okay..." 
 Mark: "No, I said, my life is yours!"
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 On the eve of the destruction of the earth in 2012, a virtual online game of cross-era significance, "Honghuang Qiusuo", was reborn. No one knows who developed the game. However, it brought humans into a brand new world, and it was also the only chance for humans to save themselves before the destruction of the earth. 
 Qin Nan has been an orphan since childhood, with no money and no power, but he had good luck after entering the game. He first became the patriarch of the human tribe, and then became the ancestor of beast cultivation. When others were still struggling to find elementary skills, Qin Nan already had the top innate skills. 
 Driving all kinds of monsters, leading the human race, and picking up MM is his unchanging mission. What MM? Naturally, it is NPC celestial MM, beautiful female players are also okay, and the best is the saint Nuwa, a beauty that even King Zhou covets. As the protagonist, there is no reason not to try it...
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 A supernatural thriller game arrives. 
 Randomly select players to enter the strange dungeon. 
 Everyone is immersed in fear and trying to survive in the cracks. 
 Until the game selected Shen Jian, who was worrying about the reconstruction of the underworld... 
 —— 
 While the player is struggling to survive in the horror world, Shen Jian is watching The Ring with Sadako. 
 When the player is on the run in the horror world, Shen Jian is having a heart-to-heart talk with the Mother of Strange Buddha. 
 While players are looking for hope in the horror world, Shen Jian has rebuilt the underworld and brought hell to the underworld. 
 Seeing Shen Jian becoming the Son of Emperor Yin, all the players burst into tears. 
 Brother, are you serious? Your style of painting is wrong!
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 [Do you think life is boring?] 
 [Do you want to experience different lives in another world?] 
 [We have rich, killer, hunter, beggar, countless random identities for you to experience.] 
 [Do you want to start the game now?] 
 [Yes] [No] 
 It's ridiculous. As a good person who abides by the law, how can I find life boring? 
 He Ao sneered and chose [Yes] 
 [Initiating the system...] 
 [The game is loading.] 
 [Welcome to the Life Copy Game] 
 [The novice task is loading, and you are randomly matching the life role for you.] 
 [Successful match] 
 —— 
 This is a good person who abides by the law, opening countless stories of life in a world full of chaos and madness. Convinced)
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 He Ming, who followed his friends into the game, originally wanted to choose a samurai, but unexpectedly became a Taoist priest. In this virtual world of swords and magic, drawing amulets and chanting mantras is really nondescript. What...you say brother is a liar? BrotherIn addition to divination and divination, it can fight and resist, cast various spells, trap formations, become invisible and fly, increase blood back to mana, enchant and refine, transform and transform, summon oriental beasts, and refineMaking elixir to nourish blood and replenish blue. Can you find out one thing that I don’t know? Nima... You said that I want to defy the sky!Down to earth, I finally let me wait for you. Although I leaked the secret, disasters are inevitable, but this is my destiny. Even if I have to take great risks, I will show you a full picture... Beauty! Beauty! PS: New book 'Picking a Goddess to Play Online Games', ISBN 2722416, welcome new and old friends to support in the past! (This book is purely YY, just be happy, don't take it seriously! Book group number 10566983, everyone is welcome to join!)
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 The goblin mech gallops across the battlefield, the war roar of the orc pierces the sky, the magic arrows of the elves pierce the torrent of steel, and the heavy artillery of the dwarves roars to demonstrate the justice of the caliber! 
 On the chaotic battlefield, Zhou Xu was dressed in military uniform, ignoring the guys who came from outside the world and claimed to be gods... 
 "Today, a god must die here, and I swear by my name!" 
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 The completed novel "Lord of the Ten Thousand Worlds of Civilization"
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 When he took office as a necromancer, Gu Xi found that he encountered a small problem. 
 What would it be like to be thrown into prison by a sap? 
 In order not to become the first useless player to die before completing his job, Gu Xi chose to save himself! 
 As a result, a powerful man who would be known as the Breath of the Dead in the future embarked on his legendary path. 
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 "Our family is in decline..." 
 A soul from another world traveled through time and found that a distant relative had left a huge family inheritance and family territory waiting for his inheritance. Only he knew that this was a place shrouded in despair. 
 Bloodthirsty and cruel bandits, depraved and twisted cultists. 
 The war machine that occupies the old road, the man-eating witch that corrupts the forest. 
 The doomsday prophet who spreads despair, the necromancer who desecrates the dead. 
 The squirming and expanding flesh and blood waste, the twisted and deformed mountain of flesh was worshiped as king. 
 The hateful-looking family members of Dagon broke free from the cursed ghost in the bottomless abyss. 
 Monsters of the void are warping reality, and the gods of old are waiting for the stars to return. 
 Either seeking redemption, escaping the past, or pursuing fame and fortune, heroes from all walks of life unite under his command to bring hope to this desperate world. 
 Save our family from the shadow that greedily consumes us, the darkest dungeon. 
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 In a parallel world, the online game, God’s Realm, suddenly became the reality.
 Su Cheng was transmigrated to this world when the change had just happened and obtained the cheat-like talents.
 Talent for infinite level ups: Unlimited Growth.
 Talent for maxed armor: Unbreakable.
 Talent for maxed magic defense: Magic Immunity.
 Talent for tenacity: Status Immunity.
 “Warning! Your health point has maxed out. You will not be able to obtain additional max health points.”
 Su Cheng looked at the information on the status board and then at his health bar which had maxed out without any expression.
 He had already reached the peak at that point.
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 Wen runs a game company on the verge of bankruptcy, which is a very developed game industry... The quality of the games produced by well-known companies is comparable to reality, and each masterpiece is carefully carved into the ninth art. However, he found that these games are all powerful, the enemy is weak, and brainless pushes can be easily clear... There is no underworld game in the whole world? In this way, where can you enjoy the 'happiness' of the game! For a cool game, it is impossible to get real 'happiness'. He decided to let the players of the world enjoy the 'happiness' of the game." I don't know why this game is obviously so depressed and played so much, but I just can't stop!" " Please be a person!!" Since then, there has been an additional underworld game producer in the world.
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 Enter the game from the perspective of pets, and the monsters in the game are chatting! 
 Drops, strategies, hidden missions, all can get information from these chats. 
 From then on, everything in the game knows everything. 
 The protagonist began to dominate the game, and in reality he also reached the peak of life. 
 The battle flag will not fall, the blood will last forever!
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 The Battle of the Two Cities is just an insignificant microcosm of Runeterra. If you jumped out of the small Twin Cities and started living on Runeterra a thousand years ago, how would the fate of the heroes change? 
 Kyle and Morgana no longer turned against each other, the wandering Kled really became a cavalry general, the 
 confused and kind Veigar was redeemed, the lonely wind elf Janna had a caring companion, 
 Evelyn, LeBlanc, Soraka, Jax... 
 When the heroes walking on the land become flesh and blood, people who love and hate, Runeterra becomes a real and cruel world. 
 Time has witnessed the growth of Noxus, There is also clumsiness in the cruelty, 
 history depicts the capital of Demacia, there is also filth in the light, 
 the secrets under the ice of the Freljord, the deadly trap in the sand tomb of the royal family of Shurima, 
 the ghost of the black mist in the Shadow Isles , Ionia's Blooming Festival, the sea beast culture of the Blue Flame Islands, 
 there are many puzzles and landscapes in Runeterra, and there are crises that are 
 imminent in the 
 shadows . The Protoss who enslaved the Dragon King plotted their own plots, the 
 Void Watchers watched indifferently on the land full of vitality, and the 
 ruined King Fyego sat on the throne, screaming for pain all day long... 
 Under the crisis and pressure in the sky, a person who is familiar with the plot... The modern killer traveled to Runeterra, flapped his wings a thousand years ago, and became the supreme warlord of Noxus. 
 When a person created an epic with his own hands, then this person himself is a living 
 myth.
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