Catherine struggled to move her massive body, but with her terrifying strength, she couldn't walk smoothly. At this moment, the place she came to was filled with a thick white mist. The mist was like sticky mud, shackling heavily around her hands and feet.

The mage fell all the way down in the endless darkness. She had no way of knowing how long she had fallen. Anyway, time has no meaning in the dark, a thousand years or ten thousand years will not come longer than a second, a moment will not be shorter than an eternity.

The female mage who wanders in chaos only knows that the end of the darkness is the world of white mist. It caught the falling giantess like cotton and plunged Catherine into it. As a result, the female mage had to embark on a journey that was no fun.

Every step of Catherine's walk requires the strength of her whole body, as if in the midst of a surging crowd, she must fight to cut through the crowd in order to squeeze into the next position.

This ant-like way of moving is simply murdering the patience of a female mage. But what made her even more irritating was that every time she tried her best to take a few steps forward, for some reason she would slowly retreat to the starting point. It's like she's in a big bowl full of fragrant soup, and no matter which direction she climbs, she will eventually slide back to the bottom of the bowl.

"Ahh But even the sound seemed to be difficult to get out, and it just stirred up the white mist in front of him.

Catherine looked angrier. Her eyes were bloodshot, and her nostrils were snorting white gas. She rolled her lips and grinned, her rows of teeth sharpened and sharpened. She shook her head violently, saliva flicking from the corners of her mouth, splashing up and down.

The female mage wielded the chain around her arm and smashed it in recklessness. She seems to have turned into a lioness in a cage, showing senseless ferocity.

"Enough, Catherine, don't let your instincts dominate. Calm, calm down. A familiar voice rang in Catherine's head, trying to stop the mage's madness.

"Who?" the giantess squeezed a word out between her teeth, her pronunciation completely blurred, and at first glance sounded more like a scream.

"Calm down. I am you, Catherine. ”

"Get out!"

The female mage clenched her left hand into a fist and smashed it her face. Her nose immediately collapsed, and blood flowed. "Knock" another punch, "Get out!" she yelled.

This punch directly smashed two front teeth. The frenzied giantess seemed to have no pain, and she struck herself in the face one after another, punching one punch after another, almost like hitting a punching bag for boxing.

"Stupidity is never curable. Suddenly, the mist parted like a tide, revealing a straight path. A roast rabbit, bouncing around, muttering in his mouth.

Curious, it ran up to the giantess and straightened up and sat on the ground. The rabbit raised its head and looked at the blood spilled in the sky, its oily head shaking rhythmically. Its two front paws even slapped together, and that look was simply an old drama fan who watched it with relish.

"Poured, poured!" the roast rabbit saw the wonderful point and stretched out its paws as if to cheer.

"Bang" The giantess actually used an iron chain to slap heavily on her already bloody face. The blow seemed to disintegrate her consciousness. The huge body began to tilt and slowly fall backwards, like a towering tree that had been cut down in the primeval forest.

"Stupidity is never curable. Roast Rabbit repeats its summary. It slowly stood up, landed on its feet, and walked forward like a human along the giantess's fallen body.

The rabbit seemed to walk slowly, but after a few steps it came to the giant's head. There was already a river of blood. The giantess's heavy hand seemed to shatter her entire skull.

The roast rabbit waded happily through the river of blood, kicking its feet of blood as it went, like a traveler passing through a mountain stream and resting in the stream.

One of the sources of the river of blood is the giantess's ears and eyes, from which the blood flows like a waterfall. Due to the unusually large size of her skull, the Bloodwater Waterfall looked hundreds of meters high. The wide blood waterfall falls from the sky, forming a curtain dozens of meters wide, rumbling and magnificent.

The roast rabbit walked up to the waterfall, and the scattered blood beads bounced off in front of it, as if an invisible wall was in front of it. The water here is so turbulent that it is unimaginable that a roast rabbit with small arms and legs can stand firmly in the water.

The roast rabbit stepped onto the waterfall with one foot, making its entire body parallel to the ground and standing horizontally on the blood curtain. It is completely unaffected by the fall of the waterfall and traces its source step by step. The rabbit walks around, looking at it as it goes, and it is easier than walking on flat ground.

It took less than ten seconds for the roast rabbit to stand in front of the giant's ears at a distance of a few hundred meters. The blood here is level and serene, flowing slowly. Just looking at the scene in front of you, who would have thought that hundreds of meters below, the waterfall formed would have a breathtaking momentum.

The giantess's ears and eyes were like a natural cave, black with no end in sight. The roast rabbit walked into the cave, paced only a few steps, and shook his head dissatisfied. It skimmed its shriveled mouth, and its two mutilated ears stood up at once, and two bright flames rose from them, as if torches had been planted above its head.

The cave was lit up at once. Although it is boring to see too many plush cave walls, the roast rabbit laughs like a thief who has discovered a secret treasure cave. It no longer cares about walking slowly, but trots forward. Perhaps it wasn't fast enough, so it simply landed on its forelegs and ran wildly on all fours.

The roast rabbit rushed to the end of the cave in one go, where there was a broken city gate. "Stupid fellow, even her soul castle is so easy to find. "The roast rabbit is in a very happy mood," the value of a fool is to show the pathosity of stupidity. ”

In fact, there is no so-called castle here, except for the thick dark red gate, there is no trace of other buildings at all. The style of the gate is somewhat strange, and from the remaining outline, it is an inverted gate. The semi-circular arch is at the bottom, and the upper part is a square threshold.

Most of the gate was shattered, and blood flowed from behind the gate, through the fragments scattered on the ground, forming small whirlpools. If you look closely at the fragments, you can see tiny red velvet tentacles sticking out of their edges, and the tentacles are crawling slowly on the ground. Occasionally, two pieces of splinter climb together, and their tentacles wrap around each other and slowly grow into one.

The roast rabbit lowered its head and flicked a few pieces. After carefully observing the situation, it thought for a while, and then stood up on its hind legs, and its body grew taller and larger. The color of the fur was initially white, gradually turning gray again, and then deepening little by little, and finally fixed on the brown without changing, its body grew stronger and stronger as it grew in size, its limbs were thick and fat, and its form was clumsy and brutal, and the rabbit's long ears contracted and smallened, and its mouth was split horizontally, and its nose protruded forward.

Finally, a stout brown bear appeared.

When the brown bear stood, it was no less than two people in length, almost as tall as the city gate. It slapped its palms, and the remaining gates shattered with its might. It only took three or five strokes to completely destroy the entire city gate.

"The strength of this body is not small. The brown bear looked at his palm, "The stupid female mage didn't seem to be completely unconscious. Somewhat troublesome. ”

The brown bear landed on its forelegs and hurried towards the city gate. The gate was directly connected to a long, dark passageway. The passage is tortuous, with countless forks in the road. The brown bear ran blindly on the fork in the road, and after running for a while, it suddenly stopped. It looked back and saw that the intersection it had just passed had become a wall.

The brown bear sits on the ground with a "tom", its fat butt taking up most of the road.

"It seems that not only has he not lost consciousness, but he is still controlling this soul labyrinth. The brown bear touched his forehead with his fleshy paws, "I can only try it with some force." ”

It glanced at the wall of the passage in front of it, and it was not some thick masonry for the ramparts, but it seemed to be just ordinary old planks. So the mighty brown bear punched a hole in one palm. On one side of the plank was a gray chaos.

The brown bear poked out its fat head from the hole and looked at it, cracked its mouth and smiled: "I was almost deceived, it turned out that I just built a few soul passages and connected them." I don't know why your consciousness isn't asleep, but stop playing these tricks with me. It's not hard for me to tear it all down, you should know that I have the ability. ”

The brown bear retracted its head and stood up in a big way. It walked forward with heavy steps, "rumbling" with each step, and stepping on the ground one after another.

Such demonstrations clearly played a role. The passage in front of the brown bear gradually turned into a simple and bright marble corridor. The corridors are lined with portraits of people, and brown bears look at them as they walk, stop and go, with an admiring expression. It is like a noble lady invited into the palace, in the royal gallery of the royal palace, to observe the century-old masterpieces of those great court painters.

The figures in the portraits are all vivid, but their bodies are not colored, but only the monotonous black and white lines outline the fine outline.

The brown bear stops in front of a portrait and is fascinated by it. In fact, there was nothing on the painting, just the word "As".

"Do you care?" said the brown bear to himself, but his tone sounded like he was talking to someone.

Hanging next to this painting is a rather tall full-length portrait of a figure. It was a majestic king who occupied the whole picture, he wore a jeweled crown on his head, a robe with dense patterns, his right hand was half raised in front of his chest, holding a half-meter-long eagle-headed scepter, and his left hand held the hilt of the royal dagger hanging from his waist; his expression was unusually grim, his cheeks were very thin, and there was a distinct notch in the eyebrow of his right eye; his eyes were staring into the distance, the bridge of his nose was high, the corners of his mouth were slightly bent, and his chin was covered with a thick short beard.

"I care. The king turned his head in the portrait and looked at the brown bear.

The brown bear left "As" and moved two steps to the king. It looked the king up and down, nodded and said, "The momentum is very good, as far as humans are concerned, I still have some appreciation for this gray eagle king." I must meet his soul when I have the chance. ”

"You can also see the souls of people who have been dead for five hundred years?" the Gray Eagle King's tone was cold, but it was a woman's voice.

"How much do you know about the mysteries of the soul? Is 500 years a long time? Just find a big devil, their souls have existed for at least tens of thousands of years. The brown bear tilted its head up, and its body grew invisibly until it was taller than the king in the portrait.

"The mystery of the soul, do the devils specialize in the soul realm?" the Gray Eagle King looked at the brown bear that had become quite huge, "Are you demonstrating? Then please come in, King of the Devils, His Majesty Bossetoiffel, and let us meet officially. ”

As soon as the Gray Eagle King's words fell, the door at the end of the corridor opened automatically. But the gate, which was originally several meters high, has shrunk imperceptibly. By the time the brown bear reached the door, it was small enough to fit a claw.

Bossertoifer's bear eyes widened, and he roared, his powerful paws slamming against the wall of the porch above the door.

A loud "bang" roared and the entire corridor shook violently. Centered on the walls of the corridor, there are countless tiny cracks spread like cobwebs.

However, the cracks only appeared, and then disappeared. The walls of the corridor still look intact, not even a trace of claw marks remained.

This seemed to completely annoy the brown bear, and he waved his palms and kept slapping against the porch wall. It was like a heavy bombardment, and the whole corridor was shaky. The cracks in the walls of the corridor did not have time to heal at all, and became denser and denser.

With a ferocious slap, the sturdy wall finally couldn't withstand the blow, and shattered into pieces the size of fingernails scattered all over the ground. A hole as big as a wheel appeared on the wall of the porch, as if a palm-sized piece of flesh had been dug out of a perfect body*.

"Woo" the brown bear howled triumphantly, only to see a huge eyeball glaring at him in the hole. Bossetoiffel's heart suddenly fell into a trance, and he briefly lost the ability to think. He felt himself soar into the air, flipping his head upside down.

The dizzy brown bear jumped up like crazy. He spun around on the ground, took dozens of steps back, and then ran with a roar. The ground rumbled as if a herd of elephants was supposed to run wild in the wilderness, but passed through the villages of the kingdom. The Great King of Hell is ready to vent his anger on the stupid female mage hiding behind the end of the corridor in a clumsy but savage way.

Then, he saw two bright red lips. The abrupt lips pursed together gently, opening a slight slit. A breath gently blew out of the gap, through the hole in the wall of the porch, and turned into an endless gust of wind, crashing head-on into the running king of hell.

Bosseto Fieldton felt as if he was in a raging river, swimming upstream. He ran slower and slower, and finally he couldn't even lift his feet, and his eyes and mouth were blown so hard that he couldn't open them. Unwilling to give in, he struggled to stand up, but "whoosh" was carried into the sky by the wind.

The brown bear spreads its limbs in the air, as if walking out of thin air. But he couldn't control his body at all, and rolled aimlessly with the wind.

"Stupid female mage, you are challenging my dignity. "Do you want to have a soul contest with the king of the devils?" roared in the wind, "Your foolish choice will destroy you, let the greetings from hell tear you to pieces." ”