Black fog swallows the sun.

It's like eternal night.

It was a sight the Faceless had never seen before, a great sense of dread that swept towards them like a wave, enveloping their souls and dragging them into a completely strange and unknown realm.

Fear.

That's right, it's fear.

No matter how much Facelings claim to be a higher and greater race than humans, that doesn't mean they don't have emotions of their own.

It is only in the face of beings lower than themselves that they can behave nobly and indifferently, as if they are always on top.

In fact, they are in awe when confronted with a higher level of sacrifice.

They are also afraid when their own lives are threatened.

The negative emotions that humans can generate, Facelings also have!

Only in rare cases will it be revealed.

At the end of the day, the Facelings are also only an intelligent race, and no one is ever more noble than the other, but only relatively strong and weak.

In the darkness of their fingers, the Facelings began to panic.

They don't have sight in the first place, and it doesn't bother them by common sense, but here's an interesting thing.

Facelings' perceptions, that is, spiritual and soul perceptions, actually require a medium.

And the medium itself is actually the "sun", that is, the rays of the sacrificial crickets from the sky!

This is not difficult to understand.

For the Facelings living in this space, the light of the sacrificial cricket is not just a source of light, not just a source of fiery temperature, but also a source of their devout beliefs, and even a source of power!

The sacrificial crickets in the sky are the objects of worship of the facelings, and the two sides also have a connection from the depths of their souls - the thousands of human faces on the sacrificial crickets are ironclad evidence.

At the moment when the black fog shrouds the crickets, the light no longer shines on the earth, and this connection seems to be cut off and severed.

Their ability to perceive the outside world is also transmitted through light, so it is naturally disconnected.

For the time being, they are unable to perceive where their companions are and where their enemies are.

Each Faceling was divided into one individual after another, surrounded by boundless darkness, and only his own loneliness and despair were pulled into it.

One more point.

For a long time, the Facelings have become accustomed to the presence of "light", just as humans have become accustomed to the air, and fish have become accustomed to the flow of water? So much so that in some cases? will ignore the presence of light.

That in no way means that it's not unimportant, but quite the opposite? That's so important!

Just imagine? What happens when fish are stranded on the beach and humans are placed in a vacuum? You can imagine where the Facelings' fear comes from at this time.

Dazed? Despair.

Helpless? Go to pieces.

The emotions that most of these transcendents had before they died, at this time, they all grew from the depths of the souls of the faceless people, like countless tiny ants, crawling all of them? Drill out of it and drill in.

Start with the subtleties? gnawing at their sanity.

It may be ironic to say that "Facelings are sanity", because normal humans will have their sanity affected to some extent when they see Facelings, and it is hard to imagine that they will also have their sanity eroded.

But it's still real.

Low-level Liberals? Began to grope around in a panic, trying to replace mental perception with touch? Let them be re-aware of the existence of the outside world.

But the ridiculous thing is that they have shed their human identity and body? It is not only the vision that is degraded, but also the sense of hearing, smell, and sight...... Everything comes from the perception of the nervous system? All along with the human flesh? Abandoned by the Facelings.

- None of them have a nervous system in their body structure? And how can there be relevant touch ability?

This amplified the fears of the Rilais, and they began to behave in some unusual ways.

For example, moving one's body in an attempt to break through the darkness around you in this way.

But the source of darkness is not the space around them, but the thick black fog in the sky.

The Vacuum Dao people use their own lives as fuel to carry the heights reached by Qingye, which is definitely not useless, and it will not be in vain at all!

At that time, countless Li Lai studied the heights that he could not reach in his lifetime.

The Faceling's ram does not bring any response.

Darkness is still darkness, it will not be broken, let alone dispelled.

It can only make them sink deeper and deeper into the dark quagmire, and the greater the strength of the struggle, but it accelerates the speed of being pulled and swallowed.

However, the Facelings' actions still had a real impact.

In a city that had already suffered a lot of damage during the fighting, the buildings began to collapse even more violently.

The high-ranking sacrificials could barely keep their composure, at least they could stay still, but that was it, they couldn't stop so much of Lilai's actions.

With the disappearance of light as a medium of transmission, it is impossible to control these lilai in the form of spiritual communication.

They can only be allowed to run rampant in the city.

The city, which has grown and prospered slowly over the years, and many houses with unique styles, were quickly destroyed by the Lilai themselves.

It turns out that it is always easier to destroy than to create.

On the other hand, in the soul of Xilai, there are inevitably similar emotions, which emerge like threads.

'Can the blasphemer really stand up to Him?' ’

They can't help but have such thoughts.

Even if reason negates this judgment in a split second, tell them.

That's not going to happen! ’

'No way! ’

But the reality is still naked in front of him.

Little by little, they have incredible thoughts - what if He really loses?

There is no need to confirm that the very birth of this idea is a great blasphemy.

The transcendent who was dying was given breathing space.

There are also transcendents who have the strength to fight, and they have sounded the horn of counterattack.

They can finally avenge their dead companions!

The five transcendents on the tower were also pleasantly surprised.

The six wings have become weaker!

The strength of the two six-winged sacrificial rays has decreased to varying degrees.

Even if it's still hard to beat, it can still be done if you just drag them and don't let them rise into the sky.

"Definitely!"

Chen Qingfeng pointed at Maruyama Kotono, and his body seemed to turn into a clay sculpture, unable to move anymore.

On the other hand, it is Maruyama Kotono...... The body stiffened suddenly.

Like a rusty machine, it lacks lubrication and has a great deal of sluggishness.

[Annoying ...... Crawler! 】

Maruyama Kotono's voice was tinged with anger - it can only be said that it is worthy of the six-winged sacrifice of Lai, and only a small part of the symptoms of the bottom Rilai act on them.

But anger means ......

She's in a hurry, she's in a hurry, she's in a hurry!

The wild sacrifice next to him showed a more frantic posture, and launched a fierce attack almost desperately.

The entanglement of the transcendents who tried to quickly get rid of it went to the sky.

"How...... Will it make you leave so easily? ”

Pawa laughed wickedly, blood staining his cheeks.

She breathed deeply.

"Ula !!"

Under the tower.

Taiichi Kaneshiro's expression was completely clear, and the disappearance of the light made the hypnotic effect that was like maggots of tarsal bones wrapping around his heart finally disappear.

"Aono-sama......"

He recited Aono's name.

Kneeling under the black mist-shrouded sky, reverent and silent.

At the same time, the highest point of the ancient space.

There is no physical attack or defense, but a more sinister battle is underway.

The black fog is churning.

The crickets are struggling violently.

As a living deity that has lived in an ancient country for thousands of years.

How could the sacrificial cricket sit still like this, and he never decided that he had lost.

[Pain...... It hurts......]

【Host ......】

The wails of the Black Mist Spirits—which can only be described as "wailing"—rang out incessantly.

And Aono didn't even have the strength to appease it.

[You are devouring the ancient god "Sacrificial Cricket"! 】

[Experience +1!] 】

【Warning! You're being burned by the "sacrificial crickets"! 】

[You are being digested by the "sacrificial cricket"! 】

【......】

Two opposing texts swiped across the panel all the time.

reflects Aono's "bad" situation.

If someone looks closely at the sky, they will find that the black fog actually has a slight change in light and shade.

From time to time, when the cricket has a little upper hand, it will reveal a little residual light.

Sometimes the green fields have the upper hand, and the sky is black again.

It's like a never-ending tug-of-war, going on endlessly.

However, in fact, no matter how long the tug-of-war is, there will be a moment when it stops – until one of them dies.

It's a pity to say that the current Qingye is on the underdog side.

No matter how domineering Qingye's "swallowing" is, it can't compare to the energy that the sacrificial cricket has accumulated over this extremely long time.

The speed of devouring began to be surpassed by the speed at which the sacrificial cricket burned.

If you continue like this, the results will be clear at a glance.

The last resort is the only resort. ’

'Unfortunately, I don't want to do that......

Aono sighed with regret in his heart.

The black fog seems to be aware of it, and asks a humane question.

[Master, you want me to ......]

Aono was silent, but the black fog that was part of Aono didn't know what his last method was.

The black mist also fell silent.

Begin to condense and closer, in some kind of preparation.

[I see, master.] 】

In the sound of the black mist, all the pain and suffering vanished, and became extremely peaceful, so much so that ...... Something gentle?

[Don't blame yourself, don't be sad...... Even if it's disguised, it doesn't need to. 】

[Because, this is my mission.] 】

Its voice grew softer and softer, until it was almost inaudible.

The speed at which the black mist condenses is visibly accelerated with the naked eye.

In a posture of disregard for the same, he came into contact with the sacrificial cricket.

It is devouring, and it is being devoured.

The pain was transmitted to Aono's nerves, and the pain was so painful that the nerves were numb.

It can be imagined that as the main body of the black mist, Lingzhi is undergoing what kind of torment.

A chaotic, ethereal wave dispersed in the black mist.

It's like a sparkling sea.

The cricket was vaguely aware, but didn't really realize what was going to happen next.

The tremor accelerated rapidly, and the black mist surged, as if it had turned into a huge whirlpool in the sky.

Or rather, black holes!

It seems to be able to suck the things in it into another world.

The sacrificial cricket finally realized that something was wrong.

However, it was too late.

The chaotic, lost breath is no longer hidden in the black fog, but unreservedly released.

It was indeed from another world.

Oh no, it's two other worlds!

A channel has been formed.

[It's great to be your thing......]

Finally, the black mist was extremely light and very light in Qingye's heart.

The original function of the Lost Mist was to connect the world of the table, the Lost Lands, and the inner world.

Aono's black mist, even after his own transformation, was engraved with his exclusive mark from head to toe, and it completely became his thing.

However, if Aono wanted to, he could still do it.

And at the cost......

[Your black mist is irreversibly disintegrated!] 】

[The First Soul Dies!] 】

[Black Mist LV4→LV3!]

That crisp and immature voice could no longer sound in Aono's heart.

On the other side, the sacrificial crickets wrapped in the black mist began an unprecedented struggle.

Extremely high temperatures, bursting energy, poured out from His surface.

But none of this can stop its huge body from moving to another world.

Crickets are not meant to belong to this world.

It should not belong to the surface world, the unique corrective force, in play, to send the sacrificial cricket back to the ...... The world!

The reason why it is not a lost place is because the lost land can hardly accommodate the existence of sacrificial crickets.

The chaotic, transcendent, eternally dark world opened its doors to Him.

The irresistible attraction and thrust forced the sacrificial body to fly there uncontrollably.

He finally showed emotion.

Resist, and fear.

The reason why the sacrificial cricket left the inner world was because he hated the environment there, and he feared and hated everything that was greater than him.

After enjoying such a long time of life without fear and being able to look down on everything from above, how could the sacrificial cricket be willing to go back there.

When you see the light, you no longer like the darkness.

It's just that you can't resist or stop.

He was so firmly drawn to the inner world that he finally crossed the passage and was about to fall completely into the darkness of the unknown.

That's not enough. ’

Aono unleashes his breath without reservation, like an excellent ingredient that actively emits an attractive aroma.

Moreover, the "door" is open.

[Their curse] worked as expected, and several incomparably cold and powerful gazes fell on Qingye.

In just an instant, Aono's blood will stop flowing, and his consciousness will be frozen.

In this state, Aono was targeted to an absolutely miserable end.

He made a quick decision, relying on his last remaining thoughts and strength, and delved into the middle layer of the inner world and the outer world—the lost place.

The channel closes.

Terrible to imagine, they have lost their purpose.

But he stared at an obese maggot—an energy-filled, weak sacrificial cricket, isn't it just an obese maggot?

After a brief exchange of great consciousness, each took its fair share.

The sacrificial crickets, as a delicious meal, were divided.

Thereupon.

The facelings who survived on the sacrificial crickets quickly lost their vitality and turned into cold corpses.

Even Maruyama Kotono is no exception.

The ancient space began to crumble.

Transcendents who do not belong to this space are actively excluded.

Everything, the dust settled.

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(End of volume)