However, before he could think about the bodies of these wax people, a vast will crossed the barriers of layers of space and descended here!

What is that?

The Glory One raised an eyebrow and looked up at the heavens.

But nothing came of it.

There was only a piece of divine light that was not dazzling.

"What the hell is going on?" Webster's composed, slightly trilling voice came from behind him, "That light ...... just now"

"I don't know. Amy Ulysses retracted her gaze and replied less than satisfactorily, "Probably something the Song Singers did." ”

This is a conclusion that can be deduced based on reason, and it is also the most appropriate answer at this time.

He doesn't have to appear omniscient, and many times knowing too much will make people suspicious.

And his identity is precisely the most unbearable to be doubted.

"Hmm. ”

Webster replied in a low voice, without asking, just silent, silent.

After all—

It's an escape from death, it's a real brush with death.

Even though they had become accustomed to life and death during this time, it was the first time they had encountered this monster that was as invincible as a natural disaster, and they had accumulated considerable mental pressure, and it took quite some time to adjust to buffer, adapt, and accept this battle that could not be called a battle at all, and its results.

Although the black goat is still far from the ruler of the old world, as the strongest monster bred by the deepest night, its evil nature is even higher than that of Dagon.

Even the perception of its presence is enough to drive people crazy.

The Glory's gaze wandered over the last dozen or so freshman sword-wielders, and then once again focused on the direction of the Hymn.

There it is—

There is a person.

A person who shouldn't exist, an extra person.

Despite being dressed up in the same way as a normal member of the Chorus, he was not even aware of his presence until he or she or it was seen.

But when that figure appeared in the Chorus, he naturally distinguished it from the others, from the concept of "human".

In his perception, it was a source of light that was even greater than Dagon, more than the black goat.

Just standing there, without any movement, space and time seem to be bent and crushed by something, and the whole world, and the laws of the world involuntarily revolve around him or her or it.

This heterogeneous texture.

One and only.

But that's not all, I don't know why, the depression and fear in my heart can't be suppressed.

Can't be spotted by that guy.

Can't be spotted by that guy anyway.

- There was a voice from the bottom of his heart, no, there was no sound, but his subconscious realized that the guy who came was his natural enemy.

A shiver arose.

If you want to describe it, it is probably the feeling of the male praying mantis being caught by the female praying mantis after mating.

In short, very subtle and very bad.

If he could, he wanted to slip away now.

But—

Can't do it.

How could it be done?

Amy Ulysses sighed, not to mention whether the owner of the great will that shrouded in the sky was not an inhuman thing that descended, and even if it wasn't, he couldn't just run away.

Over here.

But in the depths of the night, there is only one step away from the Crazy Zone.

He wasn't ready to be a traveler in the depths of the night, and if he did get lost in the darkness, he wondered if he would end up dying of thirst or starvation.

That's miserable.

He had no intention of renewing his death.

So.

There's no need to mess around.

The Glory One pursed his lips, it would be a lie to say that he was not panicking, but the more he did, the more he understood his mental abnormality.

- He has even seen and greeted the mother of hundreds of millions of black goats above the world.

Whatever he or she or what it is, its essence can't be above the darkness and chaos, right?

And......

He could feel it.

In addition to fear, in addition to panic, he still has a little expectation, a little bit of emptiness?

What the hell is a lack of heart and expectation?

No—what the hell is "what"?

He felt his consciousness in a mess, and the chaotic thoughts in his mind were like dregs, a mess.

But the more this happens, the more the young glorified man realizes that this descendant has an extraordinary relationship with himself, or the man behind him.

Perhaps as a breakthrough.

He couldn't help but think of it, but the next moment he strangled the thought in his infancy.

Hit the muzzle of the gun yourself?

There must be a limit to death.

He hadn't even heard it before, as if words from another world came to his mind one after another, and his chaotic thoughts made him a little confused about which ones were his real thoughts, and which ones might be the result of the behind-the-scenes intervention of the person who gave him the fire.

For the first time, Amy Ulysses had such a clear suspicion about the intuition that she had always relied on and relied on, but the origin was unknown.

Is his instinct, his instincts, really worth relying on?

Is it really not a means used by the high-ranking bigwigs to manipulate his little chess piece?

This is a question that the glorious have no answer.

But if you ignore the intuitive warning because of this, you will feel a little bit of a choking waste.

It doesn't have to be that way.

It would be nice if he—when the inhuman thing that came from nowhere—didn't exist.

Anyway, when the sky falls, there will be a tall man on top of it, this guy who obviously transcends the concept of "mortal", there is no reason to have nothing to do with him, and with their group of small sword-wielding people.

There should be no intersection between the two sides.

Just go with the flow.

After clearing his thoughts, the Glory's state of mind gradually calmed down, and as he expected, the one who came did not realize that he was hiding in the sea of people.

He or she or it was just hidden in the chants, and there was no movement.

Other words......

It's over.

He thought so, but the thought came to an abrupt halt in the next moment.

He, more accurately, she—

Raised his head.

The hood was lifted upwards, revealing the delicate and somewhat excessive countenance underneath it, as well as the dark eyes.

She、Look at it!

Amy Ulysses was startled and subconsciously shrank her head, but it was only a moment later that he recognized the problem.

She wasn't looking at him.

Carefully looking at the maiden not far from her, or something in the form of a maiden, the young Gloryman confirmed.

She looked into the darkness beyond.

- there.

Something, peeping.