A rumbling sound came, and above his head, runes flashed, and the magic array arranged by Angela almost collapsed.

The next moment, the magic array collapsed, the stone slab above his head shattered, and a large area of flames surged in, filling the entire space.

"Mystery Merchant, what about people?"

An angry roar came, and the mysterious merchant's unique tone sounded, with a slight teasing: "Run away!" ”

"But we spent so many resources."

"Didn't I already tell you where he was?"

"Bastard ......"

"Alright, Volcano." The old man's deep voice sounded: "Mysterious merchant, we want to buy Angela's position once again. ”

"Hmm......" the voice was silent for a moment, "I can't find where she is." ”

The Mystic Merchant is very proficient in the magic of divination, which is why he is so good at finding things, and he relies on this magic to pick up many of his goods.

However, divination is a form of magic that gathers information to the limit.

However, this time Angela left too little information for the mysterious merchant.

The mysterious merchant only knew that Angela had left here through the power of time and space, and the rest did not know anything, and he could only curse in his heart that Angela was a madman, because Angela had not set the coordinates, which meant that Angela could appear in any corner of the world, and even appear underground in the sky.

And the mysterious merchant didn't chase the person who passed, the space power is too dangerous, and if you don't pay attention, you will be crushed, even if Angela leaves a message in the gap in the space and is discovered by the mysterious merchant, the mysterious merchant will not take this risk to trace the past.

Overhead, there was bright moonlight.

Beneath your feet is the parched earth.

Around, are withered trees.

In my ears, there is the sound of the howling wind.

Luckily, Angela thought to herself, her body swaying freely with the wind and sand, enduring the bone-scraping pain caused by the wind and sand hitting the wounds on her body.

Now, Angela is in the middle of a wood.

All the trees had withered, and the yellow leaves spread around the roots, covering the entire grove.

These trees are very strange, withered, but they stand very strong, and survive in a twisted manner.

All around, corpses hung from tree branches, their heads hanging and swaying in the wind.

To Angela, too, like these corpses.

But she wasn't hung by someone, nor by herself, but when she fell from the sky, luckily hung a branch on the back collar.

When it came time to use magic to induce the power of time and space to travel, Angela was ready.

Her whole body was wrapped in strands of her own hair that were harder than normal steel, forming a huge cocoon, and then all kinds of magic arrays were dense.

Then, in less than 0.01 seconds, she appeared above here, the magic circle shattered, and her long hair, including her body, turned into a shawl chicken coop, and then fell stiffly from the air.

Thankfully, the height was not very high, so after breaking two branches, it was hung from a tree.

The wind was cold to the bone, mixed with sand, and the face was bruised, not to mention Angela, who was covered in injuries.

It's a pity that the inside of her body is fine now, but on the outside of her body, let alone her eyelids, her eyeballs can't move, as if she is imprisoned.

No, it should be said that it is not as if, but it is imprisoned.

rashly used the power of time and space to shuttle, so that the surface of her body was surrounded by an uncontrolled force of time and space, and what was even more deplorable was that this power was only aimed at her, not the outside world.

That is to say, she can't move, things from the outside world can move her.

The pure magic power can't be broken, and the blue special energy formed by the combination of the three energies can't be broken either.

The good news is that it can be shaken slightly, and it can only be ground little by little.

Three days have passed, and Angela is still hanging on the tree like this, and it is also thanks to her strong physique, otherwise she would have become air-dried meat long ago.

After all, it was careless, and after all, it was to underestimate the danger of using the power of time and space.

The moon gradually set, but the sun did not rise in time, and the earth was dark.

The twisted trees were blown by the wind, squeaking and swaying, and there was a faint sound of crying, accompanied by a faint, ghostly aura.

A few fluorescent flickering dots in the distance, perhaps glowing bugs, or perhaps the eyes of beasts.

The wind brings the smell of blood, and it seems that a certain predator can have a full meal.

After a long time, a halo appeared on the dim horizon, and the sky was bright.

The cold sunlight spread on the body, bringing a little warmth, illuminating this gray world.

Gray sky, gray trees, gray earth, and gray people.

These are five people, appearing in Angela's field of vision.

They all wore thin gray clothes, gray hair, and gray skin.

Maybe it wasn't, but now it's all dyed gray from this side of the world.

Of the five of them, there were four weather-beaten men, whose ages were difficult to discern in difficult circumstances, in short, young to middle-aged.

One of them carried an axe, two with a one-handed sword, and one with a hunting bow on his back.

The strongest of them walked in the front with a one-handed sword, two with an axe and a one-handed sword in the middle, and an old woman with an old woman and a hunting bow on her back walked silently at the end.

The two who walked in the middle were talking and laughing, while the old woman was crying in a low voice.

"It's right here!"

The one at the head stopped and pointed to a tree not far from Angela.

The other three nodded, and two dragged the old woman towards the tree.

The old woman suddenly began to struggle, and her old body burst out with tremendous strength, breaking free from the grip of the two people, screaming and running towards the other side.

However, she was too old for even a momentary outburst to last, not to mention a man with a hunting bow behind her.

The man with the hunting bow on his back quickly chased after him and caught the old woman.

The old woman screamed and fell to the ground, her legs kicked hard, kicking up a cloud of dust, and the muddy tears fell to the dry ground one by one, and then were quickly covered by the dust.

The man with the sword scolded and rushed forward, raised his sword and pointed the hilt of the sword at the old woman's head, and the old woman stopped struggling, seemed to be unconscious, hung her head, and let them drag them under the tree.

The one at the head had taken off the rope and threw it onto the branch, then made a ring at the other end.

Wait until the old woman comes over, put the end of the ring around the old woman's neck, and then the two men grab the other end of the rope, pull the rope, and hang the old woman in the air.

The leader grabbed the one-handed sword and stabbed it into the old woman's body, blood flowed out, and he drew it on his face with his fingers dipped in blood.

The other three did the same, and they did the same.

The old woman who was hanging in the air suddenly woke up, struggling frantically, looking at the four people with resentment, but she didn't struggle for long, she stuck out her tongue, urine and urine flowed out, and the stench spread.

The four of them did not leave, but muttered words in their mouths, used their respective weapons, cut their fingers, squeezed out the blood, and drew a place on their faces again, and the red marks turned black at a speed visible to the naked eye, and froze on their faces forever.

At the same time, their bodies seemed to be stronger, and they turned away contentedly.

They were sacrificing, but not to the gods, but to themselves.

All this, this shocking scene, made Angela see it.

And Angela also knows an even more shocking scene.

They are four brothers, the old woman, who is their mother, their biological mother.

This evil ritual is very common in the western remote areas of the Antois continent, because it is passed down from the Hammer steppe, and people use this ritual to strengthen their bodies, release the animal nature in their bodies, and obtain a short-term better life.

However, people who use this ritual end up no better, either dying in agony or going insane and becoming ghouls.

However, in order to survive, these people have gone crazy and don't care about any of this at all.

Angela, seems to know where this is.