Catherine suddenly felt a splitting headache. As she tries to recall the course of the Battle of Shame Day, Bosetto Ifel's memories somehow refuse to show it to herself. It was as if the memory came to life, rampage everywhere, baring teeth and claws to keep her consciousness from coming closer.

The mage fell out of the seat in pain, holding her head and rolling around. The small space in the carriage was hit by her and "banged".

"Lord Catherine, are you alright?" the Palm Monster Divine Envoy who had been hiding finally reappeared. Although it is unknown when he recovered from the shock of the soul roar, the timing of this appearance was just right.

Catherine simply doesn't have the strength to talk to him?? The carriage began to move forward again.>

It took a while for the headache to subside. Catherine held her head and sat back in her seat gasping for air.

But now, her head is still "buzzing". The inexplicable confusion left Catherine's mind blank for a moment, and she couldn't remember what had happened for a moment. The mage frowned and tried to concentrate on her thoughts, but her thoughts kept collapsing, as if a small wooden stick was stirring back and forth in her head.

Catherine slapped her cheeks with both hands, as if doing so would help her regain her ability to think. Sadly, however, she still can't figure it out.

The situation of the female mage is getting worse and worse, and it looks like she is on the verge of collapse. She forgot even the action of slapping her cheeks and stared blankly at her hands.

The bull's-eyed demon had grown completely on the palm of her left hand. The eyeball suddenly rolled, as if looking at Catherine.

The female mage looked at her left hand in a daze, and her left hand looked at her intently. The three eyes looked at each other, and Catherine's eyes gradually became misty and disoriented.

She seemed to see the bull's-eyed demon in her hand slowly growing, inflating as if inflated. Catherine instinctively wanted to close her eyes, but her eyelids were completely uncontrollable.

Her eyes were so heavy that she felt that her left hand could no longer hold them. "Boom" Catherine fell to her knees, the back of her left hand firmly pressed against the floor of the carriage.

In Catherine's eyes, the bull's-eyed demon had turned into an oversized eyeball with a diameter of twenty or thirty centimeters. The surface of the eyeball is encased in dense and fine cyan blood vessels, which expand, contract, and peristalsis rhythmically. The bottomless dark red pupil was like a lava vortex in the deepest part of the abyss, engulfing everything that was reflected in it.

Catherine's upper body was completely stiff, and her facial expression was as dull as a carved puppet. However, the female mage's right hand was still swinging, and the movement looked like it was about to push something away. Unfortunately, it was all in vain, and the movement of her right hand became more and more mechanical and slow, until it stopped motionless in mid-air.

Luck may be there. Catherine's right hand happened to move between her left hand and her eyes, and the bulls-eyed demon and the female mage were blocked from looking at each other.

Although this didn't seem to help Catherine's current situation, the mage's godless eyes began to gather some light.

As the minutes ticked by, Catherine remained in a strange position, petrified to her knees in the carriage without moving. The chariot didn't seem to notice anything unusual in the carriage behind him, but drove the carriage forward through the gray forest at a constant speed.

But the trees in the gray forest became a little afraid of the carriage. As the carriage passed, they invariably tilted to the left and right. It looks like a middle-parted hairstyle, and the thick and stiff hair is obediently combed to the sides. Even the intertwined branches on the top of the head were forcibly pulled apart by the trees that fell to the sides.

Therefore, the long-lost sky also has its chance to show its face. A few small white dots began to appear above the carriage, and the dots slowly turned into small holes. The holes grew bigger and bigger under the pull of the branches, and finally joined together.

With a "boom", the carriage suddenly came to a standstill, and it turned out that it had already walked out of the gray forest.

The oracle jumped out of the carriage. He took off his top hat, dusted off the non-existent dust from it, and put it back on in earnest.

The well-cultivated palm monster picked up two fingers and began to pace by the carriage. There is a big problem at the moment, don't look at Mr. Divine Envoy just now who is driving the carriage silently, what happened in the carriage can't be hidden from him.

"This Lord Catherine, who was invited by my god, was actually controlled by a bull's-eyed demon. No, no, no, maybe it's not completely controlled yet, but at least the two sides are fighting for control of the body. ”

Mr. Divine Envoy thought it was funny, Lord Catherine's soul was so strong, how could he be forced into such a situation by such a lowly demon?

It wasn't clear what the Lordship had used before, but the breathtaking roar in the Grey Forest nearly shattered the humble soul of Mr. Divine Envoy. Even the sacrificial lord, who had a headache, was so frightened that he ran away.

Since he was born in the Kingdom of God, the impression of the palm monster is that there is only about another guy with such a powerful soul except for the omnipotent god master.

"That guy. Mr. Divine Envoy's body trembled slightly, "It's not that guy, how could I be alienated by my god to do such an errand thing." ”

"But this Lord Catherine's soul is just as powerful. Could it be ......," Mr. Divine Messenger suddenly thought of a bad possibility, "I already have that guy, and if there is one more, the light of my god will be even farther away from me." ”

The palm monster stopped and stood in front of the carriage in a daze. He thought for a few seconds, then turned to leave, but hesitated to take a step.

Mr. Divine Envoy sighed inwardly, and his fingers that touched the ground stomped on the ground like a foot. He jumped back into the carriage, climbed to the roof of it, and crawled down reverently.

"Our God is omnipresent, My God is omnipotent, My God creates everything, Our God gives hope. He prayed aloud, got up and fell down, and so on.

"Our God is omnipresent, My God is omnipotent, My God creates everything, Our God gives hope. It was like answering the prayer of an oracle, and the sound of prayer rang out in all directions.

The sound of the prayer rang out and softened, and it seemed to come and go, and it gathered towards the carriage. The palm monster became more and more religious, standing up and prostrate with meticulous movements.

The snowflakes in the sky fluttered together. They circled around the carriage, forming strange rows in the air. As soon as these patterns appear, they burst open and turn into a disordered white icy powder. But the powder did not drift away, but remained in a floating white ribbon that continued to circulate around the carriage.

As the cycle continued, the voices of prayer from everywhere became clearer and louder. There are also more and more ribbons made of rows of strange patterns. They enveloped the carriage in three layers and three layers outside, and from a distance, it looked like a huge silk cocoon spinning endlessly.

"My God is omnipresent,

My god is omnipotent,

My God created everything,

Our God gives hope. ”