The ruins of the forest after the fire were already gloomy, and at this time, under the shroud of the blood-red moon hanging high in the sky, it looked even more open.

And when a cold cold as if winter was suddenly spreading, this already strange forest ruins suddenly came to life.

Under the dust, by the wall, in the well, in the bark of the tree...... Countless insects crawled out of their hiding places, including tide bugs, centipedes, praying mantises, poisonous snakes, ......

At this moment, under the influence of some mysterious force, different species converged into groups, surging out from all directions, and converging towards a certain core location, densely packed, like black waves.

As the dark clouds in the sky slowly moved, Bernie and the others were instinctively screaming and neighing as several horses tethered to the ruins of the church, their hooves full of restlessness, and their heads bound by the reins were constantly struggling, as if they were desperate to get out of this increasingly dark place.

Flocks of black crows were attracted by the aura that came from here, and one after the other, they landed on the broken branches and broken walls of the ruins, or combed their feathers, or quacked.

It wasn't until a graceful figure in a black cloak slowly approached them that they flew away in a panic.

At first glance, this figure seemed to be just a human woman, but wherever she walked, a large number of insect tides that had originally gathered began to surge inward and bite each other.

When she reached the entrance to the cellar of the ruined church, the horses tied to it suddenly began to mourn and collapsed to the ground.

Under the dark red moonlight, their round eyes became more and more cloudy, and the fat horse's belly quickly dried up, and finally cracked, crawling out countless blood-stained maggots and scattering in all directions.

More than a dozen maggots wriggled and approached the graceful figure in a cloak, and a thin black-robed man hurriedly stepped over and stepped on it a few times and decisively crushed it to death.

Then the black-robed man whispered respectfully to the woman next to him, "Here it is, master." They went in in the afternoon, and my crow kept an eye on it, and never saw them come out, and there might be some trouble inside......"

The master of his mouth did not speak, but stared at the open entrance to the cellar at the base of the wall, his dark red eyes flickering.

She didn't perceive anything anomalous inside, but the absence of an anomaly seemed to be an anomaly in itself......

"Stay here."

With that, a black-cloaked female devil strode toward the narrow underground entrance.

When she got closer, she didn't use the wooden ladder, but in a trance, she appeared in the patio below.

There are some straw piles in the patio and a dark rock tunnel in front of it.

Looking at this rough stone passage, the female devil named Enid Scott Darkfire flickered again.

She smelled some human scents and sensed that there seemed to be a dark force hidden inside.

It's just that she can't tell the strength and characteristics of this power!

"Am I not the only one who has discovered the Church?"

Secretly surprised, she finally stepped into the tunnel.

It didn't take long for her to leave, but the dark power she felt suddenly rushed to her face, making her pause suddenly, thinking that the guy who had taken the lead was ready to make a move on her.

It's just that after noticing this, she didn't have time to respond before she was tricked-

In front of me, the surrounding environment has changed to a different look.

Crying, yelling, cursing, running wild...... Countless chaotic sounds replaced the silence of the original tunnel, and instantly came into the ears.

When I looked closely, it was a closed church, dim and dim, and a large number of figures in loose monk's robes were scattering in all directions in a panic.

And at this moment, she has become an existence chasing these fleeing figures, with a straight belly, a fat body, and a rancid smell on her body......

This made her instinctively a little disgusted, but then she realized that she couldn't even frown now except for moving her eyes!

"There's a demon king guiding here!?"

This restriction made her aware of what the power that existed in this place was, and she was even horrified.

And when a row of benches crawled in front of her like centipedes, she immediately understood her current situation-

In the dreams of mankind!

A unique dream formed by the power of the Demon King!

As a result, she completely extinguished her rebellion and became honest, allowing herself to run around attached to this short and fat human male, for fear that a demon king who would accidentally anger the existence of this place.

At the same time, it seems that her appearance has touched some mechanism set up by the demon king, and even many figures that were originally just escaping inside the church can suddenly escape outside the church and spread.

So the female devil named Enid Scott Darkfire watched as "herself" appeared in the kitchen full of ingredients, and then in the bedroom with rows of wooden beds.

He kept muttering repetitive words, and chased down one screaming human monk after another with a dagger in his hand.

She was vaguely aware of the dream master she was attached to, and the short, fat dream master seemed to be filled with emotions for some reason, one moment angry, one sad, and one panicked screaming......

These emotions seemed to interfere with his movements, and even when the short and fat figure was crying, he did not stop chasing and killing many monks.

It's just that because this monastery is relatively vast and there are many monks who want to kill, his progress has always been slow.

And every time a certain number of kills were reached, the whole dream would start again from that church, and a group of monks would flee in all directions crying for their fathers and mothers, and the short and fat figures would chase after them.

Then, in the process, the female devil discovers that the demon king in the shadows does not seem to be strictly imprisoned against herself, and she can still use some abilities through her eyes that can only move.

And, as the killing of this short and fat figure continued, what she could control was no longer limited to her eyes.

It's just that because of the deterrence of the Demon King, even if she found that the restrictions on her body were becoming more and more relaxed, she didn't dare to change her actions......

……

The attacking female devil is temporarily trapped in the murderer's dream.

In reality, Bernie looked at the stone door and the dagger stuck in it, and then walked towards the door.

Just a few steps away, there was a sudden wriggling touch of insects in the bag tied to his belt, and he reached out and touched it, and found that it was because the turtle in the bag had awakened—

Before arriving at the ruins, Bernie had put the little thing in a bag for safety, and for now, it seemed that he had forgotten to consider the other party's reaction when he woke up.

However, after a few touches, Bernie found that the rhythm of the turtle's movement was not like the relatively rigid player-controlled appearance of the previous times, but like a real turtle, struggling instinctively.

"Are the players also dragged into dreams......

Guessing in his mind, Bernie untied the bag containing the turtle and tied it to his sleeping companions, and then slipped into it through the crack in the towering stone door.

After entering the stone gate, the qi waves that can be felt are more obvious, but Bernie, who has been separated from the dream world, will not fall back into the dream state for a short time.

So he was not affected by anything other than the hunting sound of his hair and clothes being blown.

Behind the stone gate is a vast underground space, where a complex of buildings hidden in the dark environment comes into view.

These complexes are not castles of houses, but rather of a large, "open-air" field that resembles an ancient gladiatorial arena.

At this moment, Bernie is standing on the highest step of the "gladiatorial arena", and the progressive stairs under his feet are like rows of stone seats, surrounding the core stage, and like an inverted round spire, spiraling downward, and the lowest point is its spire.

These staircases are cast in dark golden rock, and each of them is inscribed with mystical patterns that look very intricate.

Looking up, there were countless golden gems hanging from the rock dome, which were constantly swaying with the air waves, and the light shimmered, like a sea of wind chimes fluttering in the wind.

Maybe it really has the effect of a "wind chime", and there is a faint female voice flowing in the space here, clear and pleasant, and the tail note has a cascading ethereal inspiration.

Like a church chant, it sounds peaceful.

But at the heart of this "church", the central point where these circular staircases gather, there is something that is the exact opposite of holiness and tranquility—

It was a white sarcophagus wrapped in pitch-black chains, quietly placed in the bottom core of the space, with various gold-encrusted angel reliefs with angry eyes, which looked full of majesty and sacredness.

However, this superficial sacredness does not hide the darkness and evil that exists within this sarcophagus.

So much so that Bernie only glanced at it slightly, and a greedy desire quietly emerged from the bottom of his heart.

This desire was strong, as if a devil was instigating him in his ear, urging him to open the sarcophagus, and when he opened it, he would have enough wealth to buy the whole world......

Bernie didn't resist this, so this greed seemed to turn into a substantial force, making his pace move fast, and the originally slightly hazy white sarcophagus in his vision became clearer.

At the same time, as he approached, a pile of things that had been hidden from the side of the sarcophagus came into view one after another.

There are common plants such as gardenia sage, supernatural herbs such as golden apple mandevil mushrooms, crushed crystal powder, silver daggers, and essential oils extracted from glassware.

There were even a few black goat heads wrapped in linen, bloody and hollow eyes......

It's so out of place that it's like a well-designed jewel that has been smeared with shit by some impolite thief.

However, when Bernie quickly arrived at the platform where the sarcophagus was located, he did not immediately come to the coffin, but ignored the greed that appeared in his heart, and turned his feet to the pile of "shit".

A stocky figure lying in the shadow of a sarcophagus catches first.

The figure is currently lying on the side of the white sarcophagus, parallel to the sarcophagus.

Beneath him was a pentagram outlined with a special liquid dye and countless intricate symbols, connected to another circle of large pentagrams around the sarcophagus in a few straight lines.

This man was familiar, it was Mondstadt the Swineherd, but at the moment he was asleep.

Or rather, it was because of his deep sleep, and the pentagram connected to the sarcophagus beneath him, that kind of dream existed here—

[This is a character ritual that communicates the spiritual self, which can open the soul world of the person who holds the ritual to the outside world, and show different effects according to the character content of the ritual]

……

Different effects naturally require different sources of power to support them, and the source of power used by Mondstadt at the moment is the sarcophagus next to it.

However, Bernie ignored the sarcophagus for the time being, and instead walked around the pentagram to the pile of materials, and picked up one of the parchments with the head of a black goat carved on the skin.

Turning to a certain page, Bernie uttered a few strange, babbling syllables.

So the "mechanism" that had been arranged in advance was quietly activated, and under the light of the golden gem above his head, the few paragraphs recorded in the book at hand slowly distorted into something else completely different.

The most central name has become Enid Scott Darkfire.

Bernie then put the book back in place while looking at the eerie white sarcophagus not far away.

As he gazed, the greed in his heart swept over again, as if something in the coffin couldn't wait to see the light of day.

In other words, this white sarcophagus, which was obviously sealed with something, can no longer function completely.

But if it's still intact, what Bernie is going to do next won't really be successful......

Retracting his gaze, Bernie began to set up a not-so-complicated invocation on the other side of the sarcophagus using some of the materials that Pighermond had prepared in advance.

Silver dagger, crystal powder, devil mushroom, gardenia, black goat head......

The materials required for such invocation rituals are equivalent to the identity of the target in this world, and they do not necessarily need to be of high quality.

But if the being is not in the human world, then a sacrifice is required to make a successful connection.

If you want the target of your call to fulfill your desires, then you need to prepare more sacrifices or some other cost.

All in all, many existences in this world are "taking money to do things".

However, at the moment, Bernie does not need to prepare any sacrifices, and can even simplify the ritual arrangement process to the point that it can be completed in more than ten minutes.

It's just because the target he wants to call at the moment is actually himself, or rather, his own black fog world-

The ring triangle and some cumbersome characters make up the simplest of rituals, and after placing some "identity marks" in the corresponding parts, everything is basically ready.

At the heart of the triangle, Bernie wrote the name of the ritual in the ancient Soyujan language in the dark sap squeezed out of the devil mushroom -

Ymir Wollaston Morningstar.