At this time, no one dares to stay here.

The amphibious man is not afraid of this unknown monster, but the force it has invoked. This power is one of the origins of the world, a wrath that lurks deep in the earth.

When this power was about to erupt, even these transcendent beings could not control the trembling in their instincts, and they all chose to take refuge for the time being. But when they got out, they looked at each other again, and their faces were a little sneering.

Looking back, it has become a real purgatory. Countless pillars of fire on the devastated earth were accompanied by a whistling sound, gushing and jumping there. A large amount of volcanic ash is falling from the sky like black snow.

Quila tilted her head slightly, feeling uncomfortable in the face of the overwhelming volcanic ash. The soot in the sky was like a shrinking net, trying to trap him in it.

He raised his hand and took a cloud of volcanic ash in front of his eyes to look at it carefully, and then his face changed slightly. "Look at the magic it adstakes. ”

Hearing this, everyone looked at it one after another, some were thoughtful, and some were unclear. Later, the crowd once again focused on Quila, hoping to hear his explanation.

"They threaten my circulation," Quyla said with a gloomy face, "and the magic clings to the smoke and dust, and will spread throughout my territory as the wind blows inland." ”

Hearing Quilla say this, everyone noticed that in just a few moments, the ground was already covered with a thick layer of volcanic ash. And the crater in the distance is still thick with smoke......

"I'm going to kill it!" Quilla said through gritted teeth. Once he really threatens his own circulation, he can no longer remain calm.

Someone advised, "It's not a bad thing." If you can digest and absorb the invading magic through circulation, the tonic will not be small. ”

Seeing Quila's eyes widen, the man continued, "You also saw that the monster still didn't show its head after making such a big commotion.

Where the hell is it, what does it look like? We still don't know. In this case, how can you ask us to help?

Just now you thought it was similar to Sina, but obviously not. Once the lava and rocks were out of the volcano, they were indistinguishable from dead things—they weren't monsters at all.

We've got to at least find it, right? But who can tell me how to find it?

That power just now came from the depths of the earth, and which of us do you think would be able to penetrate there, and even if someone could penetrate it, how could they be able to fight it in that environment?

We can only take a long-term view and slowly look for opportunities. Until I find a way to deal with it, I'll help you stabilize the cycle. ”

......

At this time, Gini, who gave the amphibian people a deep headache, did not put his energy outside at all. He was now lurking deep in the earth, obsessed with it.

The majestic power flowed around him, and the warmth made him feel kind and reassured.

He hadn't felt this way since he had given up his flesh completely.

As Bran had said before, he would never experience warmth or coldness again. The reason why he can still feel it is because of the aftermath of the memory. When these aftermaths dissipate completely, the silence will be eternal.

But here, he really felt the warmth - the warmth that belonged to him. Perhaps Bran is like this too, which is why he likes to experience his own peace in the night.

Genie tried, tried many times, especially after gradually losing the warmth. He often wandered through the night, trying to find what Bran called peace. But apart from a little bit of loss and sadness, he couldn't find anything anymore.

He, the small fireball in the Winged City, can bring light and heat, but he gradually does not know what light and heat are. Bran had warned him, and Lily had told him to be cautious, but he envied Bran and everything about him, so he took the warning on deaf ears.

Now, some of the regrets have been made up for here.

Genie hasn't forgotten his mission, it's just that he's decided to make some adjustments to his plans. After all, when the plan was made, no one expected him to be able to call on some of the power here.

A small volcano simply can't satisfy Genie's desire to bring "warmth" to the world. To this end, he decided to unleash as much power as possible from the depths of the earth, turning this place into a land of molten fire.

Then he can invite Bran to enjoy the peace of the night while trying to feel the warmth of the place.

When the amphibious people gathered on the edge and pointed, Genie didn't want to pay attention to them. He has his own things to do, and there is no need to rush to deal with this group of people.

As the boiling lava flowed around the continent, as he spread the warmth he needed to all corners, these people would fall into his hands.

To his surprise, the amphibians were venting their anger on the surface of the mountain. Is this going to tear down the volcano? Although it won't affect anything, Genie doesn't want the other party to be happy. So, he encouraged and guided them to rush towards the ground.

After the guidance, Genie once again lurked in the depths of the earth, continuing to gather power. Because of this force around him, Genie began to understand Bran's relationship with the night.

This power belongs to him and does not belong to him. It's so affectionate, as if it's ready to answer the call. But when it was really ordered, it just kissed it on the cheek affectionately, laughed and ran away.

After many trials, he found the trick. To guide and lead, he needs to lead this chaotic force like a leader.

This made Genie a little unwilling, but helpless. The power that truly belongs to him is always his own insignificant magic. It would be nice if I could fully control this power, although I know that this is an extravagant hope, but I can't always suppress this greed.

As a result, Genie was constantly torn between giving up and trying, and irritability was constantly accumulating in his chest. Whenever it has accumulated to a certain extent, Genie will vent this evil fire on the surface.

......

Quila has been frowning lately.

Every few days, the earth shakes. The shaking was accompanied by a constant overflow of lava. Slowly but surely, they expanded, encroaching outwards at the fertile land, making a mess of the surface.

Perhaps because of the lack of debt, Quilla is no longer worried about the volcanic ash that comes with the wind.

What he couldn't understand was that the earth, which had always been stable, would become his biggest enemy in this life.

How is this possible? Is this world ready to abandon me? would allow that monster to vent the anger that lurks in the depths of the earth on his head.

What am I doing wrong?

Quera began to reflect. For endless years, his cycle has been rock-solid. The magic hidden in the void is constantly infused into this world through him.

He couldn't figure out what made this world no longer on his side?