Silence, between the grey robe and the worms. Although the cheese in the spirit world will tremble subconsciously, he will not sweat, otherwise he will probably be soaked in cold sweat. That sense of oppression is too strong, and if the opponent is just a behemoth, then the mage still has a sense of intellectual superiority and will not think that he is completely inferior. However, after a short conversation with the worm, Cheese knew that the other party's intelligence was not inferior to his own, and that he was probably even superior to him. This all-round disadvantage, from size to knowledge to intelligence, is the most depressing. Especially the face that couldn't see the change in his expression at all, he didn't know what the other party was planning, and every second Cheese had to watch out for a possible attack.

"I, indeed, not. Unexpectedly, the gray robe was waiting for not a worm attack, which made him a little unexpected. Because in Cheese's impression, these evil gods rarely have the time when they are willing to communicate with people for such a long time. Not to mention that the worm was not so much arguing with the mage so far, but rather guiding the mage step by step with words, which made one wonder what he could say, especially after Cheese thought he had said it no longer least.

"I really don't belong to the world you say I am. But where is the boundary of the world in your mouth?" The worm's voice pierced Cheese's throat like a steel needle, sealing all the words he had thought of in his throat. He found the crux of this debate, "You keep saying that this is your world, and outsiders are not in a position to destroy it. But do you so-called natives really know what your world looks like? Do you know how high the sky is, how deep the earth is, what lies at the end of the sea? You don't know anything, you don't know what happened here in the past, and you don't want to plan for its future. You only live in this world selfishly, seeing yourself as its master, thinking that everything outside the world is bad for it, and you are doing it as your merit to exclude it. And you take these blind and narrow prejudices for granted, as justice?"

Cheese's face was distorted, not because there was magic in the worm's words, or because he wished they were, so that he could think of them as demons and muttered not to think about whether it was right to face what the other person was saying. Are they really the masters of this world? Are they really qualified to do anything in the name of this world? What is the difference between the people who live on it and the green worms on a leaf? A sense of heaviness tugged at his heart and let emotions dominate this body.

"Even so, you're still gnawing on Amaki. And it doesn't want to be eaten by you. Since you don't think we're qualified to ask of you in the name of the inhabitants of this world, let's return to the primal predators and preyed upon ourselves. As food for you to hunt, we always have the right to resist before we are eaten, right?" The power of magic and the power bestowed by the two gods were all revealed in the mage's now fictional body under the guidance of emotions. Cheese's fingers began to shift towards the talons, and vines grew from the spine of his robes, which followed the lines of his muscles and turned into a cyan stomach after a few seconds. The magical light made his eyes look like two beacons, and the power contained in them was unimaginable.

The worm did not react to such a cheese, and there was even a little pity in his eyes when he looked at the mage, and the huge mouthparts closed with it. But this does not calm down the angry wizard, there is no restriction on the casting of spells in the mental space, and the magic power does not need to rely on the actual carrier, the mage just waved his hand, and the terrifying magic power turned into a falcon in the sky and rushed straight towards the head of the worm. Then it was blown out by the breath that came out of the mouthpiece.

"There is no point in your attempt, this is my spiritual realm, and I am everything here. Your magic, your spells, and even your form are only virtual images that I have formed according to your ideas because I want to talk to you. You don't have any support here, and you can't exert any of your power. The mouth at the top of the tentacle still spoke in a soft tone.

"Fart!" is hard to imagine coming from the mouth of the Grey Robe, and Cheese rarely uses such vulgar and direct language even when swearing or sarcastically swearing, but that's what he says now. Perhaps the cold defeat on the Grey Tower, Elsa's words in Vale, the self-blame of the loss of Lothar in the Shale Ministry, and the dumbness that had just fallen into the conversation with the worm, had not gone away, but they were all suppressed by something called sanity. But now, the mage's sanity is gradually crumbling under the impetus of the primordial magic bestowed by the nature gods, which is probably something that neither the giver nor the recipient expected.

The power of the spirits is immense, but there is a natural simplicity and majesty in it, which is the opposite of the logically constructed fine magic that Cheese has always operated. As a result, when the mage's rationality loosened, this force further pushed it down, releasing emotions that had been unresolved all along. And as soon as these emotions are released, they immediately become dominant, and because of their union with the power of the spirits, the echo between the two becomes more and more intense, and the situation is that Cheese's body has more animalistic characteristics.

"How sad. You haven't even managed yourself, but you've been asked to run the world. The worm silently withstood all of Cheese's attacks, which did not do any substantial damage to him, as he had said. The giant creature looked down on the sorcerer, who had lost his human form, and the gray robe of the latter, a symbol of identity and learning, had been torn apart by the vines of the roots. The lips of humans gradually bulge, harden, and turn into the beak of a bird. The hands used to hold the pen also grew feathers and turned into wings. The current thing is not enough to be called cheese. But even so, even if he has lost himself, the seed within him will still exist, and the power that also does not belong to this world will begin to turn into flames churning from under the skin, igniting the mage's whole person!

"Ahh The worm watched with interest, he knew what Cheese was capable of, what was inside this seemingly human-looking creature. Things that seemed to be clear to only the person concerned were as clear to Him as they were happening right in front of him.

Time, the passage of time. At some point while the screams continued, the giant worm lost the appetite to continue watching, and it stretched out one of its tentacles and pierced Cheese's chest with great speed without stopping!

"That's enough, if you want to make trouble, go back to your own head. As a Guardian, you're not qualified enough. ”