Chapter 739 Full Moon Night and the Moon Demon Fern

At dawn.

After the strange monster called the Bipolar Demonic Insect ravaged the tribe, everyone escaped death, but they were still in a state of shock.

What frightened them was not only the demonic insect, but also the fact that they saw with their own eyes a black-haired man summoning an unknown power on the hillside, and then ate the monster and turned it into a mask.

Having done such a terrible thing, he just stretched out his hand to grab the mask that fell from the air, and turned his head to smile at them in an understatement.

"you……"

In front of the stone house, the old woman looked at the figure on the hillside absentmindedly and said as if she had discovered some secret for the first time.

"He is not a dragon. This is not the power a human should have."

As she spoke, the old woman became very sure and repeated.

"He is definitely not human."

"How can a person fight against weirdness? How can a person do such a thing?"

The other women wearing masks next to the old woman also thought so. They didn't even have the courage to look directly at the figure on the hillside. Just like what the other party said, how could a person do such a thing.

The black-haired young man looked at this scene, and what he originally wanted to say stopped abruptly. The hand holding the mask dropped, and his expression became a little concerned.

He didn't say anything, he just put away the mask and stuffed it into his arms, then went to help clean up the messy ground without saying a word.

Wherever he walked, everyone gave way.

And his actions also made everyone move, and began to rescue the wounded, clearing out the buildings destroyed by the Biphasic Demonic Insects, collecting useful things, and planning how to repair them.

After dinner in the evening, he went to a deserted place on the back of the mountain alone.

After he looked around and found that there was no one around, he took out the black iron mask from his arms and pressed it on his face.

For a moment, he felt that his throat seemed to be itchy, and he opened his mouth and spit out flames.

Terrifying flames swept through a tree in front of him, devouring it.

He stepped forward to look at the tree and tried to water it down, but to no avail.

At the same time, he also discovered that although the tree was lit, the fire did not rely on the tree as a medium to burn, but its own power.

Soon, the trees were reduced to nothing but black ash, and the flames gradually extinguished.

He tried adding wood to maintain the strange flame, but it didn't work.

This also explained another question he had before, why the two-faced demon insect was walking in the forest like that, but there was no fire beyond the range of the forest.

"Demon fire."

He remembered the name of the flame.

According to his understanding, the meaning is probably a flame that does not belong to the mortal world.

But he had just released the magic fire a few times, and when he was about to leave, he discovered something was wrong, and he couldn't move.

"What's wrong?"

He checked himself and found that the problem came from the mask on his face.

Dense threads of flesh and blood extended from the mask, spreading along his face and neck, and finally completely covering him.

A tree of flesh and blood appeared and took root in the ground.

Then the dense threads of flesh and blood extended deep into the ground.

Those flesh and blood threads gathered together to form something that seemed indestructible, and when it wrapped Helfas, it was like a stone wall.

Wisps of light come from the ground and continue upward along the veins, making the "tree" emit a bright light.

that's all.

It lasted a long time.

It didn't end until the strength was replenished; all the threads of flesh and blood were retracted little by little, shrinking into the iron mask.

It was almost dawn before Helfas took off the mask from his face.

Only then did he fully realize that this was not a real mask. The strange insect-shaped mask was still alive inside and could come back to life at any time, but he still didn't know what the conditions were for it to come back to life.

Although he had successfully used that strange sealing ritual once, he still had no idea what the power of this ritual was and what problems it had.

It's like humans are using fire for the first time, but they don't know what the nature of fire is.

But he was still glad that he decided in advance to come and familiarize himself with the power of this mask. If he had done it at a dangerous moment, it might have really cost him his life.

"Such a problem will occur after a while after releasing the flame. This is a weakness."

"But from another aspect, if it can be used well, it may also become another special method."

In addition to becoming familiar with the power of the mask, he was also practicing the steps of the sealing ceremony.

In the deserted forest, he tried to draw with branches and build with stones.

He tried to paint it on different things with the blood of wild beasts, gradually becoming familiar with and trying out the power derived from the pillars.

About the seal.

He found that the use of different materials to arrange the magic array and the size of the ritual magic array had different effects.

But these are secondary. The two most important points are to know the characteristics of weirdness and to control the weirdness.

In other words, you have to understand it, trap it, or even defeat it before you can seal it.

Otherwise it's all just talk.

Even so, this power is too powerful for people in this world.

Under the tree.

Helfas was fascinated by the ritual formation he had just painted with animal blood, fascinated by its power and mystery, and fascinated by its unknown.

"ceremony!"

"Deploy the spell formation, then read the correct names and perform the correct steps."

"Even if you don't have any power yourself, you can borrow power from another place to fight against the weirdness."

In Helfas's view, this power seemed to have no limit, because he himself had no power at all, and this power was completely borrowed from a pillar called Jibashira.

If it is done by someone else, it should also work.

"As long as the steps are correct, everyone should be able to use the sealing ritual to seal weirdness!"

Helfas thought so.

But he wasn't sure, it was a completely unknown force, and he couldn't be sure.

Just like the mask he knows, he can take it off after putting it on his face, but what will it look like when others put it on, and can it be used in the same way as him?

He instinctively felt that the mask in his arms might not be so obedient, and he did not dare to rashly try to let others wear it.

He thought again of the pillar he had only seen in his dreams.

"What exactly is that pillar?"

"Who made it?"

"Did those who made it give mortals the power to fight against the weird?"

He disappears every night, which makes him even more mysterious in the eyes of the tribesmen.

And Helfas really fell into this mysterious world.

For Helfas, the reason he keeps doing all this repeatedly is partly due to his desire for the extraordinary and mysterious, and partly because he feels a little confused recently.

He doesn't know who he is, where he comes from, or why he's here.

Now, he seems to have borrowed and discovered some kind of power beyond reality.

But he had no idea what to do next.

Is it time to explore who you are?

Or do something else?

Or should you not think about all this and just be an ordinary person and live a quiet life?——

this day.

The entire tribe started cooking early and called everyone outside to prepare to enter the cave and seal it up.

"Today is the full moon, please pay attention."

"Have the people from the hunting team returned?"

"is back."

“Where are the collectors?”

"Is the animal pen closed?"

Helfas also noticed this scene. He found a person and asked what he was doing.
To be continued...