Even though Rust showed a momentary disconnection, to the gods, the boulders blocking the path were trivial things that were almost completely unworthy of any attention.

Leaving Roger dizzy, Rust, who leaned out half of his body like a ghost, shrank back again, and it didn't take long for Roger to see the heavy boulder blocking the road beginning to crack and shatter from the center, and then weathered, as if condensing tens of thousands of years of weathering process in an instant, and the hard boulder silently turned into gravel, smashed to the ground, and flew up a cloud of dust.

"Ahem"

In the face of the raised dust, Roger, who was choked and waved his hand, calmed down, as if in a fantasy world, he easily built a magic model of breeze in his spirit, and as part of the magic power was consumed, a gentle wind blew in the mine in front of him, sweeping away the scattered dust. The vision opened up again, and Roger looked into the depths of the tunnel, where Rust was waiting for Roger to follow.

Taking a deep breath, Roger picked up the long-extinguished torch at his feet, lit it with the flame of magic, and by the light of the fire, stepped through the fine sand and kept pace with Rust's progression.

The real scene of the mine tunnel is far more dilapidated and cramped than the fantasy of Roger's death vision, and the walls on both sides of the mine are covered with scratches from rough tool digging, broken brackets with diagonal insertions, and dusty cobwebs.

It was a rudimentary mine excavated by human power, and the undead who relied on necromancy to dig in the illusion were taken for granted by Roger, and the undead with their corrosive spells did not seem to deign to help dig it.

Even for the tireless undead, digging such a mine must be a huge undertaking! According to Roger's estimates, the deep tunnels should have almost penetrated the nearby plains.

The ground of the entire mine is covered with the bones of the undead of various colors, most of which have been decayed and broken over the years, and the traces of torn cloth can still be faintly recognized on the occasional mutilated limbs, which are prepared to resist the friction of high-intensity excavation work, these are probably the remains of those undead absentees back then, the perennial dry conditions, so that the skeleton that should have been hard will shatter into a wreckage at the slightest touch, Roger walked past with a penetrating "creaking" sound.

If Roger could continue to maintain the peculiar perspective of being able to look directly at the concept just now, he would find that the black representing death around him had become more and more intense, although it was still far less agile and pure black than Rust, but it was still rich as substance.

The rich concept of death is obviously not willing to be calm, and silently stretches its tentacles to reality. It somewhat fearfully bypassed Rust, who was leading the way, and haunted Roger, who was lagging behind. At the moment when it touched Roger, existence began to quietly decay, reality began to decay silently, and Roger's intuitive feeling about this was that it was difficult to breathe, not due to lack of oxygen, but like the body forgot the breathing instinct that it had memorized to its bones. Roger's muffled gasps slowed Rust down, and he turned his head and asked with half of his face sideways, "What's wrong?"

"No... It's nothing. ”

Roger, who was blushing, tried to take a deep breath, and raised his head to respond to Raste, but he was horrified to see the half of his face turned around, showing a hideous skeletal face, far more terrifying than the group of idle undead in the tunnel, the exposed eye sockets were burning bright red flames like blood, as if full of desire for death, frightened, a drop of cold sweat squinted Roger's eyes along his sideburns, Roger blinked, looking ahead, under the firelight, what was in front of him was still Rust's delicate face, and he was looking at himself suspiciously。

"It looks like I'm hallucinating again. Roger said, covering his right eye.

"Well, it's close to the core, it's close to 'that', and the concept of death that escapes from it naturally accumulates. "I thought that the dead 'it' would be silent for a while, but I didn't expect to receive a report of it becoming active recently, and I had to come here again to deal with 'it'." ”

Roger, who was struggling to resist the invasion of the illusion of death, heard Rast's words, and his heart trembled slightly, what kind of unpredictable existence would be that such an ancient god in front of him could be many times.

The point of light streaked through the air in a brilliant trajectory, and Rust's body rose up with his majesty, symbolizing the appearance of the existence with the authority of death, and the concept of death, which had been enriched enough to be seen directly with the naked eye, melted like ice and snow for a while, and the remaining concept of death surged on the ground like an audience, and was easily erased by Rust's hand.

Losing the oppression, Roger didn't have time to breathe a sigh of relief, Rust withdrew his power, and the concept of death, which had been dissipated and inert, began to stir again, and Roger could obviously feel the greedy desire of human nature from the concept of death that had begun to materialize.

The apprehensive Roger asked Rust softly, and received an even more puzzling explanation: "Do you feel greed conceptually? This situation is actually very understandable, concepts are abstract collections in your eyes, and they are the ways in which you summarize and describe things, but you can know that for me, concepts are my flesh and blood, spirit, soul, it is everything to me, in that case, why can't concepts show certain characteristics of human nature?"

Hearing this answer, Roger felt that this was an illogical sophistry, but in the end he fell silent, the knowledge of God does not need to be so carefully understood, and sometimes some knowledge itself is original sin.

"Let's go, they're not threatening, but they're annoying. Rust began to urge Roger forward, this time the power rising from him gathered into a spherical barrier that enveloped the two of them, the barrier shone with a faint gray glow, completely insulating the intrusion of the concept of death. Without His protection, Roger will not be able to move an inch here.

"I wonder if the mission you are talking about has something to do with the anomalous concept of death here?" asked Rust in a loud voice, Roger had imagined how difficult it should be for the mission entrusted by God.

Roger never thought that the concept could be presented like this, Rust pondered for a moment, looking like he was organizing language, and then controlled the light point and wrote: "Maybe this will be handed over to you to deal with in the future, but it's too early for you to deal with 'it' now, as for the task, to be precise, I am going to give you a job, a long-term job." ”

"You don't have to answer me right now if you accept the job, and I can't tell you the job until you say yes. Rust scratched his head again, it seemed to be his habitual action, "Although there will be some dangers, but since it is the job I gave you, with my protection, death should not be a burden for you, as long as it is not soul annihilation, I can fish you out, but ......" Rust showed a mocking smile on his face, "Sometimes it is not a good thing to live too long." ”

"Death has never been something I feared. Roger thought silently in his heart, even his crippled initial concept now would guarantee that he would be reborn in this world again and again, and sometimes Roger didn't even know why he wanted to continue living.

"Why me," Roger asked, gathering his unnecessary decadent thoughts, "and you have been observing me a long time ago, as you heard from Your Excellency?"

"It's not a job that can't be given to ordinary people, Roger, and we'd be happy to give it to mortals if they could accept some 'facts', but after one attempt, we found that things turned out to be unexpected, and something very troublesome came out. ”

"Something that's troublesome?"

"Well, that's only going to tell you when you're officially on the job," Rust stiffly digressed, gesturing ahead for Roger to look, "Well, we're there." ”

Rust turned to make a gap, and before Roger could notice, the two of them had come to a broken wall, which looked like a suddenly collapsed mine wall, with only a gap for adults to enter sideways, which looked like an underground cavity that the undead had inadvertently dug in.

Roger followed Rust through the gap, and when he got used to the darkness inside, he could hardly believe his eyes, in front of him were clusters of crystal-like soul crystals, pure soul crystals were transparent light gray crystals, generally a fist-sized crystal would require nearly a ton of ore to refine, and in front of him, such crystals were everywhere.

Roger could imagine how excited the undead who had excavated here were at the beginning, this was undoubtedly a huge fortune for them, and the naked crystals alone could create a undead lord equivalent to the Sanctuary.

It's a pity that the undead, who are carried away by wealth, must not have noticed the death threat hidden in the shadows. In the depths of the Ambilight, beyond the cascading crystalline jungle, the glossy world reveals a hidden dark side, where the space cracks and erodes a crack, unlike the common spatial fractures, this eerie crack gives the feeling of an unfinished comic line drawing, the shuddering breath of death gushes out of the crack, and the concept of tumbling necromancy continues to overflow from it, making it seem as if it is linked to the depths of hell.

"This is it, the next place to go must follow me, I can't shelter too much over there. Rust's expression was solemn, and it was clear that the rest of the journey would be a burden for the god who had already reached eternity.

Quietly adjusting his state to the best, Roger nodded at Russta, and then he stepped into the rift, stirring up spatial ripples that were difficult to calm, Roger also entered the rift close behind Rust, and the figures of the two flickered a few times and disappeared, leaving a chasm with the breath of death standing in the void.