Specimens of mist escaped from the cracks, and the area enclosed by the glass wall was soon shrouded in mist, with visibility of less than a meter, and it was possible to see the features at close range due to the fog.

Calis Duchen fused himself with the beast, using his body as a medium to release the beast, and at the cost of his own life and even his soul, he also prevented the chief deacon from getting the star key, and released his ultimate.

Mo Ye realized that he had passively intervened in the confrontation between the two men.

I couldn't go away, the fog was getting thicker and thicker, and the space was fluctuating violently, and Mo Ye could see that the spatial nodes around him were changing.

Peters City, City Net, Spare Peters Empty City, Space Station, the planet he was on at this time, Mo Ye counted just one slap with his fingers, and in a short period of time, he had passed through several independent but closely connected spaces in a row.

The pervasiveness of the use of space by advanced civilizations is far beyond the imagination of Mo Ye, and it can be either daily or subtle high-level devices.

Since these spaces are interconnected, so should the dense fog forbidden area, and the anomaly of the spatial fluctuation is precisely because Carris opened the passage to the dense fog forbidden area.

The danger posed by such a madman's behavior is not trivial, and the slightest mistake in the collapse of an unstable space passage can lead to a small space storm.

Carris used this way to resist the pressure and attack of the chief deacon, obviously desperate, as for the last sentence of sorry, Mo Ye did not want to accept it at all.

She didn't want to be so tragic and innocent victims.

Both of them are cold to death, and she can't die either.

Because Calis fuses the characteristics of a ferocious beast, the location that the tentacles touch, whether it is a physical object or an attack, everything is assimilated into a mire.

The deacon's first instinct was not to kill or capture Caris, but to rescue Moya.

The chief deacon, who had been deliberately ignoring Mo Ye, finally took steps towards Mo Ye at this time.

"Come with me at once, she wants to kill you. ”

The chief deacon firmly stretched out his hand to Mo Ye, at this time, if you don't want to be dragged to the dense fog forbidden area, of course, you have to choose to follow the chief deacon, if you want to die or live, isn't the answer to choose one of the two clear and clear enough?

Small fireballs glowed around the deacon's body, blocking the mire and fog from approaching.

The bright light of the fire shone in the mire, like the confident attitude of the chief deacon, and no one could refuse.

Ink Night has the most mud spots around her, and Caris never intended to use this last resort to kill the head deacon from the beginning, and her goal has always been Ink Night.

No wonder Xiao Qi suspects that Carris wants to be a death cushion for Lamoye.

Ink Night's wind shield and petrification held out the first wave of erosion, but the fear of being chased by the invisible tentacles struck again.

It's not easy to dodge in a space that's not very open.

Moye was soon surrounded by mud spots.

The psychic sensed that the tentacles were swaying around them in a frenzied sprinkling of mud, and the investigators and bionic guards were almost wiped out due to their proximity to Carris, and the few who were lucky enough not to be trapped were also extremely embarrassed.

These mud spots rushed towards Mo Ye one by one, and the dense mud spots converged in an attempt to block Mo Ye's movement path.

The force fields of the chief deacon and Carris seem to be reversed in an instant.

"Master, are you sure she really doesn't want to kill you?" Xiao Qi's tone was full of suspicion, and all kinds of things really made people unable to let go at this moment.

Mo Ye carefully avoided the mud spots that flew past his body, and every second more mud was thrown into the air.

Moya shook her head, she didn't think that Carris was trying to kill her, at least not by the side of the deacon.

No matter how he dodged, the dense mud still flung to the edge of Mo Ye's magic robe.

The mana shield triggers instantly, and the mud disappears instead of being bounced off by the shield.

"Huh" Mo Ye looked at the position of the eye stroke in surprise, and the hem of the clothes that should have left mud traces was smooth.

The chief deacon's face changed suddenly, and he reached out to Mo Ye with one hand and shouted, "Take off your clothes quickly!"

Belch~

This shout exceeded Mo Ye's expectations, and the lines were out of line.

Although there was no trace of the mud-stained location, in fact, it had not been able to touch the magic robe at all, and it had been blocked by the magic shield, so theoretically there was nothing to worry about at the moment.

But Mo Ye only felt that the sense of crisis had skyrocketed, something was wrong, something was very wrong.

"Undress and come with me!"

Lord Deacon, even if you have a handsome young face, it doesn't mean that you can control any lines.

Mo Ye naturally rejected the hand of the chief deacon once again.

On the right side of the body, the wind is under his feet, twisting his body to avoid another wave of mud scattering, and he doesn't know that his body can be flexible and light to this point without experiencing a flash in the dense mud.

As an old man who is actually a hundred or dozens of years old, it is really a bit difficult for His Excellency Master to exercise so vigorously.

Mo Ye turned around and opened the distance between himself and the deacon, and clearly saw the anger and helplessness in the other party's eyes.

"Your Excellency Mo Ye, do you still see the reality clearly, you are still on Calis's side until now, who is the one who really wants you to die, don't you still understand, I am your only choice!"

The small fireballs around the deacon's body had a miraculous effect on the mud dots, and no mud could get close to him.

The power of the realm had cut off an area of absolute safety for him.

Calis's target was not him in the first place, and he didn't bother to target the deacon at all, and Mo Ye was the one who dodged the mud and made a mess from beginning to end.

"Give up, it's too late to come with me. The chief deacon tried to get closer to Moya again, though Moye had been careful to distance himself from him.

Caris's ultimate is working very well, and the fog is getting thicker and thicker, and the gap is gradually growing.

Assimilation, Devouring, Absorption, such an attack trilogy works too well.

Mo Ye looked down at her magic robe again to make sure that it was not stained with mud and there were any strange changes, but this did not reassure, but made her sense of crisis rise again.

As a magister who has experienced countless battles and almost died several times, Mo Ye, who can be regarded as a battle mage rounded up, is very sure that her sense of crisis is not 'thinking too much', let alone stupidly ignoring the sense of crisis that makes her scalp tingle.

The mud fell on the mana shield and vanished, that is......

Mo Ye's thoughts were about to be cleared when the chief deacon spoke again, "It's too late to come with me now." ”

The deacon's words were obviously a little more eager, with an expression that was almost crying, painful and incredulous, "Quick, if you don't want to die, come over quickly, are you a fool, do you still believe in Calis at this time." ”

'What is so good about her, why did you choose her is not to choose me', the sense of déjà vu is too strong and too inconsistent.

The handsome young man looked at Mo Ye with red eyes and gloomy eyes.

This understanding is really wrong, Mo Ye really can't talk about trust in Calis Du Chen, far from a relationship that can be talked about with each other.

She didn't believe in either, but who made the chief deacon want to take away the rune slate as soon as he came, this thing followed Mo Ye from the earth to the Star Alliance, and it relied on it for several escapes, not to mention that it involved so many secrets.

Of course, it was impossible for Mo Ye to explain her inner thoughts to the chief deacon, and she finally sensed that something was wrong at this moment.

The mana shield is getting thicker, and the heaviness makes Ink Night move more and more slowly.

This change has not been excessive, and it has been like this in the blink of an eye.

Compared to the dexterity and dexterity at the beginning, Mo Ye is moving like a snail carrying a weight at this moment, and every step is like a slow-motion replay.

It was extremely difficult to take a step, and the heavy feeling of oppression made Mo Ye's breathing worse, and he was out of breath after taking a few steps.

The mana shield is assimilated by the mud, and tentacles grow along the mud spots.

After merging with Calis, the characteristics of the beast have also evolved accordingly, and the tentacles can grow independently even if they are cut off, just like an earthworm that has been cut into several pieces, and can still writhe vigorously.

The mud bits grew faster after absorbing the energy of the magical shield, until they became a full, thick, disembodied tentacle.

Mo Ye's feet were heavy, and she only felt that her gaze was straight to the ground from top to bottom, and a dragging force pulled her back violently.

Mo Ye fell face down unsuspectingly, and Mo Ye raised his head as much as he could, avoiding smashing himself into the floor plan.

Forget about falling, the tentacles dragged Murya towards the center of the fog, where Carris tore the crack.

Mo Ye never dreamed that one day he would realize what it was like to rub his face against the ground.

The hard rocks on the peaks had been transformed into a mud swamp by Carris, with potholes and mud everywhere, and in some places you could see the legs of the bionic guards shaking in the mud.

Mo Ye's face just rubbed over several stalls of mud, and the wind shield blocked the mud to prevent her from gnawing on the miserable appearance of a mouthful of mud.

Even so, Mo Ye looked quite embarrassed, and the whole person was dragged around in the mud.

Now there is no need to twist the body to avoid the mud dots, and completely roll in the mud.

Mo Ye struggled to look up as he was dragged and rubbed against the ground to see the deacon's outstretched hand.

The chief deacon stretched out his hand persistently, his eyes full of anticipation and eagerness, "Hold my hand and you will be safe." ”

This time, the distance between the hands was so close that Mo Ye only needed to raise his arm to touch the head deacon.

The pressure on the body was heavier, and the mud swamp wrapped in it was transformed into invisible tentacles one after another, winding and pulling, and there was only one goal to drag Mo Ye into the dense fog area.

Mo Ye was reluctant to deal with the chief deacon, turning a blind eye to his helping hand, but the chief deacon did not give up and accelerated to catch up.

"No, no, no, no"

A thick fog filled the top of the mountain, and visibility dropped repeatedly, but for a moment, Mo Ye felt that the fog was thicker.

The wind rises,

The violent wind swirls upwards against the ground to form small hurricane curls, and the cutting of the hurricane curls has no effect, but instead provides more energy.

"Master, her elemental energy fluctuation value has reached its peak. ”

The shelf life of the moves released by Karis using the energy she wanted was not long, and when it reached its peak, it meant that the most terrifying attack energy was in place.

From the highest point onwards, Calis's energy release will definitely start to go downhill, which is extremely critical for Calis herself, Moye, and the chief deacon.

From feeling heavy to struggling, the whole process of being dragged by tentacles and rubbing the ground took only ten seconds.

Mo Ye didn't take the deacon's outstretched hand, but his rescue plan was not put on hold, and the small fireball rushed towards Mo Ye.

Since soft can't do it, the chief deacon can only choose violent methods.

Trying to forcibly cut off the tentacles and grab Moya.

But firstly, Mo Ye did not cooperate, and secondly, the assimilation and devouring absorption efficiency of this tentacle was wonderful.

The glass enclosure set up by the chief deacon provided Calis with ample conditions, and the mud accumulated against the glass enclosure and was firmly confined to this confinement.

The water level of the mud rises, the glass wall becomes a cauldron, and the thick fog is like churning heat, which is a pot of misty mud soup. The lid of the pot is tightly pressed against any possibility of spillage.

The presiding deacon's actions were clearly scruples, and he didn't want the mud to be broken and affect the environment outside the glass walls.

The intense energy is compressed into a relatively narrow range, constantly boiling, and shrinking inward.

The rift leading to the fog-sealed area is constantly shaking, and once it reaches its limit, the crack is likely to touch the planet's defenses.

Although it looked lifeless at the moment, it was not difficult to guess from the reactions of both Calis and the deacon that this planet was very important to them and to Peters City.

The small fireball was connected into a rope to wrap Mo Ye's hand, one hand and one leg, Mo Ye was subjected to the pulling force from two different directions, and with the other hand and foot, this was about to catch up with the five horses and split the corpse.

Thick fog continued to overflow from the crack, and Mo Ye had been dragged to the door of the crack, and with a flick of her body, she disappeared into the thick fog.

The chief deacon rushed to the crack position, ignoring the others, and rushed straight towards Mo Ye, trying his best to drag Mo Ye back, but he felt that his men were sending him away.

The body fell backwards suddenly, and Mo Ye's figure was no longer visible in the thick fog.

A huge suction force opened out of the crack, and all the fog and even the mire were dragged away by this powerful suction, including Carris herself.

The ink night also disappeared without a trace.

The mire, the fog, the beasts, the Calis, the inknight, everything was gone, the mountain was dead silent, and when the glass walls were removed, nothing was left, and there was nothing left on the lifeless mountain except the traces of battle.

The chief deacon's face was gloomy, and he kept his hands stretched out forward, leaning forward in a posture that could not accept the reality of the fat that had been handed to his mouth and being taken away, "No, no, it can't be. ”