Angelyl followed him closely.

Stepping into the mist, she felt nothing but a buzzing in her head, like a number of mosquitoes waiting in the distance.

The further you go, the lighter the fog gets.

Looking up at the mountain wall in the distance, Angelil saw countless resentful spirits falling from the clouds, which must have been pushed down by those undead.

The entire bay was filled with the screams of wraiths.

But the wraiths are immortal, and even if they fall from thousands of meters away and fall into pieces, those scattered broken bones will still tremble and converge.

Black threads emerged from the seashore, clinging to the bones of the wraiths, who let out heart-rending screams that quickly dissipated into ashes.

Countless black points of light gathered together, converging into a black river surging towards the shore, and it was impossible to imagine how many resentful spirits had gathered in that river.

Oreo moved, and he headed straight for the end of the black river.

Countless Venada steels are thrown into the seabed, burning in the deepest part of the ocean, and the rich halo of colorful light converges into a dazzling white light, illuminating the sea blue.

There was an altar on the shore, on which the black gospel floated, but Mioc was nowhere to be seen.

Oreo stared at the altar from afar, the stone slabs supporting it were covered with black mist, and they snaked back and forth along the lines of the altar, and an ancient fresco was about to emerge.

He inexplicably thought of the records in the general history of Burning Soul Island

- The pale mist pushes the waves forward, the wails of the wraiths fill the valleys, and countless obsessions accumulate here, and the endless heart is nurtured at this moment, through which the unresolved spirits can be reborn......

Shocked by the scene in front of her, Angelyl subconsciously grabbed the hem of Oreo's clothes, and she muttered.

“...... How we do it. ”

Unaffected by the wails of the wraiths, Oreo hid his trail among the trees and waited.

The spirit has not yet filled the stone tablet, and the Endless Heart has not yet appeared. Miok must need time to activate the Endless Heart, and that is his only chance.

Never in Oreo Pravor's nearly 26 years of life did he feel like time had passed so clearly.

Even if he followed Augustus to fight in Aiskana when he was a child, even if he was driven out of Yessel by Pope Angelo, even if he faced the Black Dragon King Kutaka alone, he never looked forward to it like now.

Wraiths are more obsessed than the undead, so in all fairness, he's no match for Mioc.

But his obsession is deeper than that of Miok, and he wants to get the Endless Heart no matter what

- This is for Artifa, this is for the Okasim Empire, and for the continent of Aisicana!

The black flames in his skull fluctuated again, and Oreo turned around in surprise, knowing that the change was not due to him.

"Your Excellency Oriai,"

Angelil pointed into the distance, her tone urgent, "That thing stopped!" ”

Turning his head, Oreo saw a steady stream of black mist flowing into the altar, but the rushing river was getting thinner and thinner, and it was on the verge of drying up, and the black pattern on the stone slab was still the last stroke.

"Smack"!

With a crisp sound, the black gospel was closed.

Miok looked up quickly, he looked at the weapon above his head, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Oreo soon understood what had happened, it must be that the spirits at the top of the mountain were out of control once again.

He looked at the black streaks on the slate for a moment, and it was about to fill up, so he came out of the woods and turned to explain.

"Angely, you stay here."

Angelil said anxiously.

"Where are you going?"

Pointing to the stone slab in the distance, Oreo said hurriedly.

"The Infinity Heart is still close to appearing, I'm going to get it before Miok!"

"Lord Oreo!"

There was no time to stop it, and Oreo turned into black gas and disappeared.

He threw the open Black Gospel onto the altar, and without any further guidance from Oreo, countless wraiths scrambled out of the book, about to fill the final touch of the mural.

Oreo relieved himself and turned to look under the altar.

The ocean is transpirated by Venada steel, and as the tide descends, the white steps are exposed, and it is reflected in the blue of Venada steel and the tumbling water, a deep blue that seems to have a seductive magic.

Behind Oreo, the new Wraith still hadn't appeared, which was exciting news.

He jumped straight down the altar and flashed down the stairs.

He saw a long path at the end of the staircase, which led to the middle of the ocean, which seemed to have no end, and the Endless Heart must have been there.

Oreo couldn't wait to run there, but the moment he touched the water, he let out a scream, the water had been tainted by the spirits, and Oreo was completely unable to resist the thousands of spirits, which must be the reason why Mioc had been waiting for a long time.

The Vinada steel is still burning, and Miok has not been idle for more than ten years, and he has been working hard for the resurrection.

An undead like him, who has survived for more than ten years, is also one of the few in the entire history of Burning Soul Island, and his emotions are extremely easy to ignite, and it is almost inevitable to turn into a resentful spirit.

The sea was descending inch by inch, and the stone slabs on the altar were filled with spirits.

The black mural swallowed up all the mist in an instant, and the enchanting light spread out in black and white, and then disappeared in a flash.

At the same time, the same light erupted from the ocean, and it shot straight into the sky.

Oreo cursed, and despite the fact that the sea had not completely receded, he ran directly onto the long white road, struggling to move forward in the entanglement of the spirits.

"Atifa."

He gasped, repeating Atifa's name, the way he had kept his clarity all those years.

But the road was so long that the light floated like a mirage at the end of the sea, and Oreo wondered if it was his hallucination.

But he had no reason to stop.

Repeating Atifa's name, Oreo staggered down the long road.

Countless Venada steels burned in the depths of the ocean, the water had sunk beneath the stone slabs, and the spirits could no longer eat away at Oreo's soul, and they were all collected into the Black Gospel in the distance.

Oreo gasped, he ripped off the big slug from his body, at the last moment, he didn't want to bring any burden, he had to do his best to get that endless heart!

I don't know how long I ran towards the road ahead, but the beam in the distance finally showed a change in perspective, which indicated that Oreo was getting closer.

Unlike when he came, the flames in his skull were no longer as strong as before, and they were already crumbling.

He flickered, and finally reached the top of the light.

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