The bones of the hand stand on the ground in a manner similar to a person holding his palm on the ground, except that his fingers and wrists are sunk in the sand. Therefore, there is quite a bit of space under the fingers. It stands to reason that there won't be anything in this space, and if the giant skeleton hand were to be outside, someone might have transformed it into some kind of distinctive building. But when the two walked into it with phosphorus torches, they found that this was not the case. Beneath the bones of the hand, there is nothing left.

A large number of dense and slender shadows swayed in the blue firelight, making people think at first glance that they were walking into a ghost encirclement. It was only after Lothar and Garyn had calmed down for a moment that they realized that what they saw was not a ghost, but a silky substance that looked like a spider's web, some wide at the bottom and narrow at the top, and the other way around, like two slices of bread covered with cheese as they were torn apart. However, the composition of these filaments was not the synthetic silk threads of living beings, and certainly not cheese, and the witch walked to the bottom of one of the filaments, which was wide enough to be used as a screen, and carefully observed the object in front of her. Soon, she came to a somewhat unbelievable conclusion.

"These things, it looks like sand. The witch looked up at the huge bony hand above her head and the filaments attached to it, frowning unconsciously in thought.

Lothar didn't believe it, he'd never seen sand look like this. The Count walked over to the nearest pillar of sand, and reached out very, very carefully to touch the arm-thick pillar. "Poof!" At the slightest touch, the sand pillars that were as tall as the pillars of the main hall suddenly scattered into a rain of sand in the sky, pouring down from the heights where the phosphorus fire could not shine!

"What did you do?" said Karen trying to keep her voice down, but in the quiet space, her question was still unusually loud, even echoing.

"Poof, phew!" said the Earl, shaking his head and shaking the sand off his hair and body, and as he pulled out the grains of sand that had run into his mouth and nose, he looked rather embarrassed. Fortunately, after being scattered by Lothar, a pillar of sand did not cause more serious consequences in a row, and the space under the palm of his hand quickly returned to calm, at least it seemed so.

"These things are really sand. Lothar crouched down after almost cleaning the sand from her body, and picked up a handful of freshly fallen sand from the ground to check its contents. Both in terms of feel and appearance, these things were exactly the same as the other sand he saw here, and they were also unusually dry, and even in the palm of his hand, he could feel a faint heat. The heat was close to the person's body temperature, and cooled down rapidly, and after a few seconds, the sand was indistinguishable from the same substance that had been on the ground.

"I don't feel magic from these sands, they didn't become like this because of magic. Garron walked over to Lothar after making sure there was no danger, but her eyes were still scanning her surroundings, the pillars of sand provided plenty of cover, the dry sand was good at absorbing footsteps, and the witch was worried that there was something different from the shell man and toad monster.

Lothar noticed Garren's vigilance, and he shook the torch in his hand slightly, drawing the other's attention. In fact, he didn't need to do this, he just spoke, but even though he knew that there was no danger around, the Count still felt that he should be quiet here. It feels like a person standing in a church or a palace, and these special places have this awe-inspiring and self-disciplined power, "Don't worry, no one will come and attack us here." ”

"How can you guarantee it?" the witch was naturally skeptical of the Count's confidence, if their previous environment in this hollow was the norm, then this was definitely an anomaly, and Garen's experience and knowledge told her that the more abnormal it was, the more dangerous it was.

Lothar smiled, some things are like this, when you don't think about it, it seems quite incomprehensible, but once it is broken, there is actually only a thin layer of paper between the truth and the doubt. And the one who broke Lothar was the words of the Lord of the previous destination. "Of course I can guarantee it. Because everything here is a part of him. As he spoke, the Count raised his finger and gestured to the huge skeleton above his head, "Those toads are like this, and the state of the crown of thorns shows that the shell people are like this, the moisture in the dry sand grains is sucked away, and even if you look at our eyes, even the sand itself is attracted by this skeleton." Everything in this space points to a single source. And now, this source is reclaiming everything here, how can anything else here hurt us, and even if anything ever existed here, it must be finished before the water in the sand is sucked dry. ”

Gary was silent for a moment, pondering the credibility of the Count's words, and how he connected them. "You thought of these things when you were outside, didn't you? when I thought you were stunned?" she didn't ask Lothar where she came to this conclusion, the casters sought the truth while respecting the secret. But there's no denying that Lothar's views have given him a higher place in Garron's eyes.

In fact, it is not difficult to understand that the world often thinks that the caster is perverse, full of inexplicable words, and some of them claim to be prophets and never say words that people can understand. Their reluctance is often a kind of abandonment because ordinary people are unable to comprehend what they see, either in terms of strength or perception, and most casters do not think of belittling others in the first place, but this situation forces them to become more and more lonely.

"Sort of. Lothar replied, of course he would not tell the connection between himself and his destiny, and besides, compared to how Glenn understood him, what the Count wanted to know more at this time was the change in the bones of the giant, that is, the revival of the Thunder Giant.

"Do you have a way to see the tops of these pillars of sand?" he asked. Jia Lun looked up at the darkness above him and shook his head, "I can't see the top of these sand pillars. Still, if you think it's important, I've got a way for you to see it. ”

Hearing the witch's words, Lothar blinked, he didn't understand what the other party meant. The short-haired witch didn't say much to this, and began to weave through the sand pillars with the Count, and before long they came to the edge of the hand bone, where the giant's phalanges were plunged into the ground like a toppled tower. At this time, Lothar understood what the witch meant, and there were also a large number of sand pillars attached to this phalange, and as the phalanges gradually approached the ground, the height of the sand pillars became shorter and shorter. "Look," the witch said, pointing to a pillar of sand not far away, "that one should meet your requirements." ”

The Count walked over with a torch in his hand, and raised his hand to illuminate the top of the pillar of sand, his eyes narrowing in order to discern more detail in the not-so-bright light of the fire. "What did you find?" said Karen as well, raising the torch in his hand. The witch asked, but her eyes widened at the sight of the torches, for she saw that the pillars of sand gradually changed color and shape as they rose in height, becoming a viscous substance of slight color in the parts closer to the bones, and the color of these substances became lighter as they continued to get closer to the bones, until where they met the bones they were almost colorless.

"The soup pot is on top. The witch muttered under her breath, "Sand can turn into skin, and even the great witch will be amazed when she sees it." ”

。 Nine Heavenly God Emperors