Webb now stood still, helplessly looking at Phil, who was already unconscious.

What the hell is going on, and now there's a problem!

At first, Morgana received a blow, and then there was a change, and finally invited Morgana's great god back, and now Lord Phil is inexplicably changed again.

Webb only felt a headache now, but it was okay, and Lord Phil said that he should be fine without calling someone.

And there are so many weird things that happen to Lord Phil that Webb is used to it.

Webb dragged a stool over and sat quietly in place, waiting for Phil to wake up.

......

Phil slowly wakes up in a dark space.

He's guessed it, he's used to it.

If you're fine, you'll be pulled into a strange space, and now it's no longer weird.

There was nothing in the space now, and Phil could feel the flat ground under his feet, but he couldn't see anything when he looked down.

"Anyone?"

Phil shouted.

The empty space did not hear back from Phil, nor did it respond to Phil's voice.

He touched his head and said nothing.

He looked for a random direction and walked forward.

It's boring all the way, it's really a dark space, and there's nothing around.

There wasn't even a little movement, he didn't make any sound when he stepped and hit on the ground, and the only thing that could make a sound in this space was his own voice.

Other than this, it's dead silence.

There was a dead silence.

Phil didn't know how long he had been gone, and he was afraid that he would be trapped in this space and unable to get out.

Although I can't feel hungry yet, I might as well die if I get trapped here.

The storage ring won't be opened.

Phil's attempts to contact people outside couldn't.

This is supposed to be the spiritual world, and there is no way for entities to enter.

Just then, finally! Phil found a huge door in front of him.

It is made of stone, and it must be more than ten meters high.

Just a stone frame with a crimson swirl mist in the middle.

"It's coming, it's coming, it's coming," Phil said to himself, frowning, "Weird things have happened again......

He was speechless, what were he going to do now?

Phil tried, and in the world of consciousness, he couldn't attack it with magic or any other moves.

Phil decisively gave up on the idea of attacking and testing the big stone gate.

Unless he pounds this stone gate with his fist now, he has no other way to attack.

He approached the stone gate, now confused and didn't know what to do.

It's good that Murridges is real. He can instruct himself so much, but he knows too little.

I don't know when he woke up at the stone gate.

Phil observed that the stone door was also carved with strange patterns.

However, Phil felt that this should be regarded as a totem, and these patterns were still very regularly distributed on the stone gate. Anyway, it's much more regular and complex than the lines on your body.

Phil hesitated, but reached out and touched the totem on the stone door.

"Oh...... Damn ......"

Phil froze in place, scolding angrily.

My own hands are really owed.

Now this stone gate is like an octopus sucker, sucking his hand tightly, and he can't break free at all.

Phil couldn't figure out where this inexplicable familiarity came from, he never remembered going through it.

At this moment, the crimson vortex mist in the stone gate suddenly swirled violently.

A huge suction force came from the stone door.

Phil didn't have the slightest room to resist, and was instantly sucked into the stone door.

Phil's heart was broken.

He didn't worry about any danger, no matter how much danger he had, he just had to get through it.

What he feared was that he would be dragged into a strange world like a parasitic world, and it would take a long time for him to get out of there, and he might not be teleported there.

That's the real explosion of mentality, my friends and partners here have just developed, and if I disappear directly, the consequences will be unimaginable.

But Phil is also constantly comforting himself.

Now it's just a spiritual body, and now my own body should be under Weber's care. Even if you are sucked into the weird world again, it should be a spirit body, and if you get out of the strange world, your spirit will return to your body, even if it takes a long time, it doesn't matter.

This reassures Phil.

Phil thought about it, he seemed to be passing through a black passage now, and now he was about to reach the end, and there was black on both sides, except for a hint of red light in front of him.

This could well be the spatial passage, Phil thought.

After all, it was as if they had used this passage to return to Montelte from the parasitic world.

Could it be that the shuttle between space and space is all this kind of passage?

If so, one's own spiritual entity can shuttle through this channel, so does this channel exist or does not exist, does it exist in a spiritual way or does it really exist, can be touched and seen?

Suddenly, a whole bunch of questions came to Phil's mind.

He shook his head vigorously and closed his eyes into the crimson spot of light at the end.

Phil felt that although his eyes were closed, his surroundings had changed, from black to red.

Phil cautiously opened his eyes, fearing that his eyes would be briefly blinded by the light again.

But it seems to be fine.

Phil's eyes didn't feel anything.

He was floating in mid-air now, and Phil couldn't help but gasp as he looked down.

This world is really a red world.

The sky was sunless, obscured by an orange-red fog, and the color of the earth was crimson, and there were cracks everywhere. The rifts were unfathomable from the sky, and I didn't know where they led.

What surprised Phil the most was that there were so many creatures in this space.

The dense beneath his feet were full of creatures that Phil didn't recognize, and they were in different shapes.

They huddled together so bustling that Phil didn't know what they were doing.

What's even more bizarre is that Phil can see so many creatures, all kinds of monsters with tentacles, small wings, and big tails, and they don't make a sound.

I didn't notice Phil either, and we still got together bustlingly.

It's a little far from the ground now, and Phil can't see what they're doing.

It was this huge scene that was very different from the silence.

Phil tried to control his body.

He found that his body could fly freely in this space, and with just one thought of his own, not even a trace of strength, Phil could control his body to where he wanted to go.

It feels even better than in the silver space.

There's just a strong sense of creativity, but in this space, the strongest feeling for Phil is a sense of control.

It made Phil feel good.

And his body doesn't feel anything yet, which is exactly the same as in the silver space.

Could it be that the familiarity is in this?

This space is very similar to the silver space?

So, is it that if you go in a different direction, enter other gates, and enter other weird spaces?

Phil thought with a frown.

But with so many strange spaces, what is the purpose, he can't understand at all.

Phil controlled himself and flew towards the ground, he wanted to see what these creatures really were, and what they were doing.

He felt like he was the god of this space.

Phil was descending rapidly, but the more he fell, the more he felt wrong.

These creatures were bustling and moving from a high place, but now that they had flown a little lower, they found that they were completely frozen.

Phil watched them move on it, just because the light was willing.

Phil frowned as he looked at the motionless, sculptural-like creatures.

What the hell is going on?

Phil thought for a moment, and his stature fell rapidly again, he was now so low that he was about to collide with a huge creature.

The exact appearance of these creatures was also completely clear to Phil.