Last time, I forgot to thank the "Dancing Like a Dream" girl for her reward, and thank you here!

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The roast rabbit didn't speak, it skewered quietly on the stick as if nothing had happened. Ace methodically flipped the rabbit on the grill, turning it over and over on the campfire.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty?" said Catherine, moving to the grill and shouting at the rabbit, "why don't you speak? I'm still waiting for you to answer my question." ”

The roast rabbit exudes more fragrance except for the "squeaky" oil and water, and it does not react on the grill. The female mage frowned, spread her right hand, and a small thin stick appeared in her hand.

Ace stopped flipping the motion that he had repeated many times. Catherine pinched the little stick and gently poked the roast rabbit. First the body, then the limbs, then the head, like a naughty child, playing with an earthworm crawling out of the dirt after the rain.

"Strange, why don't you speak?" Ace, what do you think?" Catherine muttered to herself, the thin stick in her hand trying to open the rabbit's mouth, "Why don't you cut it open?"

As she spoke, the thin stick in the mage's hand turned into a sharp dagger. The dagger slashed along the rabbit's back, and the poor roasted rabbit snapped in two, and the two pieces of its body fell from the sides of the stick that skewered it into the campfire below.

The moment the rabbit fell into the bonfire, the flames, which were originally somewhat lifeless, burst into flames. The yellow flames turned bright red and hot, and the small bonfire grew like a plant watered with a growth agent.

The suffocating heat wave was accompanied by a riot of flames, blowing violently. Catherine felt her skin quickly dry and harden, her hair withering and curling rapidly. She immediately moved a few hundred meters away with a thought.

But before the female mage could catch her breath, the heat wave followed her like a shadow. Catherine instinctively stepped back, and this time she flew directly to a distance of 10,000 meters with her mind.

"Boom" Catherine heard a loud bang, and a wall of fire that was so high that it could not be seen could not be reached the top, standing abruptly less than ten meters away from her. The surface of this wall of fire tumbled and boiled like a pot of boiling hot porridge, and it continued to shoot out long flames.

The flames twisted and elongated in the air, splitting into arms of flames that continued to strike at Catherine. Dense arms of flame bared their teeth and claws in front of Catherine, trying desperately to catch the fleeing female mage.

Catherine stepped back again, but this time floating, backwards. As the distance between her and the wall of fire grew, Catherine's whole body trembled. Because she finally saw clearly what she was facing.

What kind of towering wall of fire was it, and it was clearly a huge face made of flames. The face was unimaginably large, taking up all the space in front of Catherine. No, it's as if the face is the space itself.

In front of this face, Catherine felt that she was so small, even the giantess who fought with the eyeballs was not as big as her face.

The massive face of flame has no full facial features, only one eye. It was a huge, dark pupil. The pupils kept sucking in the flames, causing the surface of the face to tumble violently and boil. The eye moves slowly and irregularly across the face. But no matter where it moves, the eyes are always on Catherine.

Every minute and every second, the female mage could feel the negative emotions in her eyes—endless fear, panic, despair...... , tormenting her merrily.

Catherine flashed through one thought after another, trying to escape the gaze of her face. However, I don't know when it began, no matter how she retreated and moved, even if she was 100,000 kilometers away, her face would follow, and she would always maintain the same distance.

Catherine felt like she had already traveled hundreds of millions of kilometers. She was physically and mentally exhausted and crumbling, she couldn't breathe, her face was pale, and she felt the heat from the great flaming face roasting herself.

Catherine found that her hands and feet could not move. She saw her fingers flexing and contracting, she felt that all the organs in her body were losing water and shrinking, her body was rickety, and her lower limbs were stiff. She opened her mouth slightly and licked off a few drops of the liquid with her tongue. It wasn't salty sweat, it was hot grease.

"What an unpleasant way to die. The female mage thought helplessly, "It's a pity that I don't know who Ace is." ”

"Cheer up, Catherine. A voice in her head said, "You're going to live, you're going to save yourself, you're going to do what you're supposed to do." ”

"What can I do? It's you, you're here again, tell me what I'm supposed to do?" Catherine seemed to grasp at the last straw.

"Do whatever you want, it's your territory, you're the master. The voice replied.

"I'm the Juggernaut, so what is it?" Catherine struggled to raise her right hand, the whole palm so dry that she couldn't even reach her fingers.

"I don't know. The answer is up to you. ”

"Boom" was another loud bang, and Catherine didn't know where it was coming from. Since the beginning of this strange and painful escape, strange loud noises can be heard every once in a while.

However, whenever there is a loud noise, the face of the flame will briefly froze. "Yes, I want to save myself, I am the master, I can save myself. Catherine thought positively.

"Voice, I need voice. The female mage sent out a thought, and a loud thunder suddenly sounded in the "boom" space, "No, it's not like this. ”

A screeching metal crash followed.

"No, not that. ”

"Bang-" a dull cracking sound.

"Not true. ”

"Boom!"

"Not really. ”

"Click-"

"Whoa—"

"Gollum—"

"Whoosh-"

"Whew-"

“……”

Hundreds of different sounds rang out at Catherine's will, but none of them were the effects the female mage wanted.

"Boom-" Finally, after relentless attempts, this strange sound appeared.

"That's it, that's it. Catherine's mind froze on a scene in her mind.

"What is this? I see. Come out, come out! This is my territory, and I command you to appear before my eyes. Catherine shouted, her throat already smoking, and the muffled voice was probably only intelligible to herself.

With the words of the female mage, a towering mountain and a vast sky suddenly appeared behind her. This mountain is very peculiar, with only dark gray rocks and no vegetation. It is very steep, unusually smooth, and there is no possibility of climbing with bare hands. However, there is a stone staircase that can be passed by one person to the top of the mountain.

On the top of the hill there is a clearing of about ten square meters, where a man who looks old stands. He was half-naked with a swarthy and sturdy upper body, and several chains thicker than his wrists were wrapped around his shoulders.

The man untied the chain and waved it in his hand. He slowly danced the thick chains above his head, centering on him, making a "whirring" sound.

The man danced in chains and looked up at the sky, as if waiting for his moment. Suddenly, as if he had seen something, he threw the dancing chains violently. The chains flew straight into the sky like spears. No one knows how long this chain is, but it is like a crack that cuts through the sky, hanging from the top of the mountain to the sky.