He drove this power into his head, first rging it with his eyes.
The fusion process was quick, yet painful. During the process, it felt as though his eyes were pierced a hundred tis. After the pain subsided, he opened his eyes again and could see the mystical energy in the air with his naked eyes, without relying on inspiration.
So this is the Secret Magic Knight, allowing mystical pollution to enter the body and using it to directly drive mystical energy.
Simple and brutal enough.
His eyes, polluted or transford by the Secret Magic Knight, could not only see mystical energy but also vaguely see the lines ford by the mystical ceremony in the air.
The lines of the mystical ceremony overlapped the entire bar like a spider’s web. Everyone who entered was prey, and the hunters were the band at the center of the stage.
Taking advantage of the mont when no one noticed him, he began to absorb the free-floating mystical energy and integrate it into himself.
Soon, his entire head went through the assimilation of mystical pollution, with his five senses greatly enhanced.
However, this enhancent did not bring any substantial increase in attributes. It only allowed him to contact mystical energy, still far from truly mastering the mysticism.
While collecting mystical pollution, he also injected part of his own energy into the space to anchor it with the reality here.
He could clearly see the insignia of the Secret Magic Knight Order appearing in this space, yet the person propelling the mystical ceremony had not noticed.
"You have successfully established an anchor point in the real world; the current area has been anchored. Please change the area."
As the anchoring success prompt appeared, the performance on stage also reached its climax.
With a scream that seed to tear his vocal cords, Wu Chang used his inspiration and mystically transford eyes to see a massive stone gate appear on stage.
White clouds floated around the stone gate, behind which a splendid golden light flickered, resembling the Gate of Heaven the lead singer previously ntioned.
Amidst the lead singer’s high note, the Gate of Heaven slowly opened, pouring down countless substantial rays of light, falling on everyone’s heads at the scene. The crowd emitted beast-like roars, starting to gyrate madly as if possessed.
But when Wu Chang gathered his will and observed closely, the illusion of light dissipated. What fell on the crowd was not light but tiny parasitic organisms of flesh and blood.
He wanted to intervene, but just as he was about to act, he saw, under the illuminating light, the faces of the crowd in the dance floor reveal densely packed tiny tentacles as if welcoming the arrival of new companions.
These tiny tentacles took their new companions from the light and placed them on their hosts. Then, the small tentacles started to sway with the music’s rhythm.
Among the bold service staff walking through the crowd, flesh and blood tentacles stretched out from the gaps of their headpieces, unzipping themselves to reveal clusters of thick tentacles on their faces, showing they were far more heavily polluted than the others.
In the entire Night Song Bar, except for Wu Chang and Zhao Yan, everyone else had at least a dozen or thirty flesh and blood tentacles growing on their faces.
To prevent Zhao Yan from being affected, Wu Chang had to pretend to be overly excited, reverse-punching Zhao Yan under the bar counter, to a place unreachable by the light.
The Pilot Band’s music was like the most potent contraband for these tentacles.
People drew close together, cheek to cheek, interweaving the tentacles on their faces, twisting their bodies together as well.
The tentacles are genderless, which caused the randomly interwoven crowd in the dance floor to wrap around each other.
Even soone like Wu Chang, who had seen quite a bit, couldn’t help baring his teeth at the scene ahead.
If this were recorded and broadcasted, it wouldn’t matter if viewers lost their SAN, but anyone who ca to Night Song would certainly empty their SAN value.
More chilling is, who would have thought that right under the nose of the Managent Bureau, Wanghai City could hide so many creatures polluted by mysticism.
Even with the Managent Bureau’s presence, it’s like this. If the Managent Bureau weren’t here or its dominance weakened, what would Wanghai City or the whole world beco?
What about those powerless, or like Zhao Yan, with little power?
Looking at the chaotic dance floor, Wu Chang began to understand the Order Sect.
At this mont, as the high notes on stage ended, the virtual light gate disappeared, moving the performance to the second stage.
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