This time, it is no longer simply blocked, but choked. Even if you are nearby, you are no longer in control.

However, there is still a connection between it and tokens. The connection was extremely vague, more like an illusion triggered by the pain of a wound.

Mogen panicked for a while, but still managed to keep his composure - what should come will come, won't it?

As the surging river rolled away, the mist slowly rose from the surface of the river and gradually became a diffuse trend. Slowly, even it couldn't see the specific situation on the surface of the river.

A light breeze formed along with the rushing river, gently pushing away the mist rushing to the riverbank. Then the fog thinner and thinner, and finally dissipated into nothingness, turning into a part of the breeze that swept through the face.

Feeling the freshness of the breeze, Morgen suddenly felt refreshed.

Then, in a sudden, I couldn't help but rejoice - magic!

Ever since he was imprisoned here, he has never received a trace of magic from the outside world. The cage is outrageously clean and pure, cut off from all internal and external influences, including the omnipresent magic.

Now, the magic is pouring in with that river......

- Magic!

The Demon Root stretched out a tentacle and slowly poked into the thick fog, quietly reaching out to the surface of the river. It needs to replenish its mana too much, and since it has given it a chance to breathe, it shouldn't care about smoking a little more.

Moreover, it is not too greedy, it is really just "a little".

It's a lot of stuff, that's what the tentacles feel when they poke into the fog. The fog was formed by a myriad of rising magic, including the one it knew and knew best. That's why it feels fresh and invigorated when the breeze blows.

- Opportunity!

The need for magic instantly turned into a new luxury, and the tentacles also accelerated into the river when the extravagant hope appeared, which was so impatient.

Some of them were, as it expected, the river was made up of a myriad of magical tributaries. Some of them were far more than expected, and they were incomprehensible forms of aggregation, which were in balance with each other, but very fragile.

- Too fragile to contain any foreign objects.

As soon as Fang poked in, the Demon Root felt a palpitation. It's just that it has not been able to make a normal choice, driven by extravagant hopes. It just wants to seize the opportunity to find and hold its own tributary.

While the river has just formed, while some loopholes have not yet been discovered. It didn't want to, and couldn't afford to miss this opportunity, even if it took some risks to do so......

As long as you get out of the cage, you can let the stars roam. Even if it can't provoke the grim reaper in front of it, the hateful black cat, it can hide far away......

With its instincts, it found its own in an instant among the countless tributaries.

"Goodbye - silly cat!"

After the tentacles clasped the tributary tightly, it began to say goodbye in triumph.

Follow this tributary, and it will pry open the door to the Sea of Magic. With the thought in his heart, the fruit in his body loomed, and then it forcibly transferred the fruit to the position of the tentacles without hesitation.

The door to the sea of magic is a logical one—opened. It seems to be a little different from what it used to be, but it's too late to discern carefully.

If it weren't for an extremely ominous sensation that made its body tingle, it stopped at the last moment......

But it was still a little late, and part of its body had already squeezed through the door, allowing it to see the scene behind the door.

It wasn't the magical sea it was familiar with, and though it exuded the aura of the magical sea, it knew - it wasn't!

Because the innumerable tributaries are not well-defined, they are mixed and mottled. Under the mottling, there is a faint hint of what it least wants to see—deep and dark.

It stuck there, looking at the view inside and outside the door.

Inside the door, a little bit of darkness emerges from the mottled spots, turning into a black cat and looking at it playfully, and outside the door, countless tributaries swirl around the open gate.

Door?

No, that's just the folds that form when it lifts the veil. Now—the folds are becoming incomparably heavier, falling unstoppably like a guillotine.

- Retreat!

But suddenly I realized that it was no longer its tentacles that were holding the tributaries, but the tributaries were gently holding it.

It's really damn bad!

It can not care about a tentacle, or even a part of its body, but it can't care less about the flesh-and-blood fruit. So, it hesitated when it shouldn't have hesitated......

The timing was fleeting, and the guillotine was closed, but this was only the beginning of the mutation.

As the veil fell, the myriad tributaries became more and more hideous. As it had just perceived, the balance between the tributaries was extremely fragile......

Now it understood why the balance was so fragile and so easy to break, because that was the mechanism that triggered the trap.

It's just that it understands too late, and it will have to pay the price for its recklessness and sluggishness.

It didn't even know what had happened at the bottom, and the body that was part of the river was torn to shreds. The remnants of the river, which were lucky enough not to enter the river, were also knocked out by the force that destroyed the world. It tumbled and fell to the ground like a rag bag, leaving a long slip mark in its wake.

Finished!

At this time, the demon root is very eager to faint like a mortal thing, but it is not a mortal thing after all......

But in the face of a heavy blow, its reaction is not much different from that of mortal things. It began to get annoyed and began to curse - bad cat!

This time, it's really going to be over! It has completely lost the power to protect itself. You don't have to guess to know that the black cat will soon come and clean itself up.

So the Demon Root began to give up on himself and began to show the last madness.

"It's funny, it's amazing!

I'm just one of many tributaries, and you don't have to provoke anything else for me. You're so-amazing, you've provoked so many at once. ”

The voice of banter sounded not far away, and the curse of the demon root gradually subsided.

yes, that's funny. Now it's just a tattered joke, and cursing just keeps making people laugh.

So it closed its eyes and waited for death.

But after waiting for a long time, the expected fatal blow never came. In desperation, it couldn't help but sigh: "What are you waiting for?

It's all about reaping life, right?

So that's when it's the funniest, right?

- I should have thought about it, Death, because that's what you're all about. ”

"No——, you don't know anything about death.

We don't refuse to reap life, but that doesn't mean we take pleasure in reaping it, or that it will be the meaning of our existence.

It's in nature to tease the prey under the claws, and it's a game I can't give up since I was a child. I was able to get through a lot of boring moments in the game and get the simplest pleasures.

My purpose has never been to harvest your humble life.

From the moment you saw me and recognized me as the Grim Reaper, something was predestined. Sooner or later, you will fall into the arms of death, and I have the patience to wait for that day to come.

I hope that day is as late as possible, because you can have more fun alive. And because there were a lot of things I just said that I couldn't hear clearly.

Let's start with the first sentence of 'Goodbye - silly cat!'"

Demon Root ......