"Remember, never turn a corner, even if it's a dead end in front of you!"

Why can't you turn a corner? Why can't you turn a corner? Can't turn even a dead end? Do you want to stay where you are?

Ernacillin felt unable to understand what Ed meant.

If the leader of the demon's retinue, where Lutsi was, could be reached by walking all the way, then Ed didn't have to tell himself that he must not turn a corner, and he emphasized it twice.

Unless, he thinks there's something going to lure him around the road! And that thing, or that thing, is extremely dangerous.

Walking straight along the passage may avoid most of the dangers, and even the straight passage itself may be the only way to survive.

Eneracillin glanced back at the elevator, and at this moment the elevator door was closed, completely locking his way out.

He can't retreat, he can't retreat, and he definitely won't retreat. He doesn't know if this strange situation is a test for Luttersie, but he must do something that suits Cillin Holmos's character, such as the determination to follow the path he has chosen to the end, knowing that there is a dead end ahead.

He looked straight at the passage that led to nowhere, with a constant fork in the road. The passage was covered with a thick tan carpet, and even running on it didn't make much noise.

The dim lighting in the passageway, coupled with the overall tan hue, made the décor completely invigorating and the silence that he couldn't even hear his own footsteps, and Enercillin felt that the place was so oppressive that he couldn't breathe.

He took a deep breath and constructed the psychic technique that would bring a cool and pungent scent again.

Ernacillin constantly reminds himself that he must always be awake and always calm.

He walked up the passage that led to nowhere, looking at the bends from time to time.

It's true that he doesn't sit idly by and walk around those corners, yes, but he also wonders what is dangerous in those corners.

At the first fork in the road, he saw several huge modern boxes around the corner. The box was opaque, and Ernacillin couldn't see what's inside, but from the opening at the top, he could see the overflowing Golden Lake!

Oh~ It's Jinlaike. It's a pity that your box is not transparent, how do I know if there is a demon hidden under the surface of the Golden Lake? Besides, I still have "blue soul crystals" in the sea of consciousness, and I can get these Golden Lakes by selling a few of them, so it is better to give me a few weapons.

After complaining in his heart, Ernacillin turned around and left without hesitation.

At the second fork, there was still a huge box, but this box was transparent, and it was filled with a dazzling array of weapons, each of which was extremely exquisite, as delicate as a piece of artefacts.

It's really a weapon, but even if you use a transparent box, it's useless, how do I know if there is any demonic evil hidden in your weapons? These weapons are also as delicate as crafts, but their practicality is extremely poor. Who would use a sword with a gem-encrusted sword with a handle to fight an enemy? Don't you feel a pain in your hand? It is better to put a few more ancient books on the bend of the corner.

He rolled his eyes secretly and walked straight forward in disgust.

Ernacillic was less afraid of the passage now, and so far, there were only a few things around the bend that he didn't really need, and of course they wouldn't allow him to go against Eddard's warning to turn around and check it.

He vaguely felt that something was wrong, and when he passed by the first fork, he just casually mentioned in his mind that he wanted weapons more than Kinglake, and it was too coincidental that weapons would appear directly at the next fork.

So he made a point of mentioning the ancient texts at the second fork in the road, and if the items that appeared this time were ancient texts, then he needed to consider the possibility that his secrets might be revealed.

He stood at the third fork in the road, frowning slightly, he always felt that he had forgotten something, something very important, that could help him get out of trouble immediately.

What is it? tsk...... Forget it, don't want to. The feeling of uncertainty about having to confirm the current situation as soon as possible is disgusting.

Thinking so, he turned his head slowly, and what was placed in the corner was a series of classics stacked at random, and the cover revealed a sense of vicissitudes of history.

"Damn it!"

Ernacillin couldn't help but let out a low curse, no doubt that it was exactly what he hoped for. However, he is very disgusted with being spied on for any purpose, which is his biggest minefield.

And now, something unknown is spying on his mental activity, trying to lure him around the corner with what he wants.

"Huh. Eneracillin sneered, spiking into his mental activity to lure him around the corner?

He began to imagine in his mind something that most likely did not exist in the world:

Six pairs of humanoids with jet-black wings on their backs, pieces of jet-black flesh that are twisted and chaotic beyond description, and a black-robed young man with an indifferent expression and silver-haired and golden eyes standing closest to the pitch-black sky......

Ernacillin's thoughts were incomparably complex, and as if he was afraid that the unknown existence would not understand, he deliberately imagined most of the details of those things, and if anyone could see the picture in his mind, he would be amazed at the beauty and complexity of those things.

He imagined as he walked forward. There was a little crazy smile on the corner of his mouth, don't you like to spy on my mental activities? Then please put my thoughts around the corner, I would love to see this in reality.

Thinking so, Ernacillin casually raised his legs and walked forward, now that he had no desire to complain about this place, he now wanted to know what this unknown being was going to do with his imagination this time.

He stood at a new fork in the road, and this time, there was no movement around the bend, as if he could not make what he imagined appear.

But Ernacillin didn't move forward, and his instincts told him that something was wrong. If he doesn't stay and dispose of what this might produce, he's definitely going to die here, absolutely!

He didn't want to die here, so he decided to stay and see what the unknown would create for him based on his imagination.

"Weak...... Crawler. ”

Just then, a voice came from around the corner. It was an ancient, mysterious, terrifying, and disdainful voice, and Ernacillic could not find the words to describe the feeling, the feeling of being so cold to the bone.