The difference is not good.

Compared with the treacherous waves at the trial, the second history that needs to be completed is as uneventful as backwater.

It's just a matter of everyday life.

Daily interactions, daily greetings, daily training, and daily marches.

During this period of history, the expeditionary force ended its rest and continued its march into the depths of the night.

Little by little, the so-called crazy zone has also unveiled its mystery.

Actually-

There is nothing special except for the pollution against the spirit.

It's still a corrupt and barren land, it's still a gloomy sky shrouded in heavy lead clouds, and the only change is probably here...... There was very little sign of demons, and apart from the sound of marching, there was always a dead silence.

But instead of decreasing, the time spent by the chalms has increased.

For most of the day, the divine light that fell from the heavenly dome favored this expeditionary army.

It's just that the danger happens precisely in the few hours that the chalms are resting.

Demonization?

Not.

It is spiritual heterogeneity.

Dozens or even decades of devout faith are on the verge of collapse under the erosion of darkness.

The ubiquitous whispers, the blasphemous rituals and knowledge, the bewitchment of the evil gods—

Although the Glorious One has never felt it real, he has seen many of the warriors of the Holy Cult, degenerated into lackeys of the will of the night, who have not changed much in appearance, but who are full of nonsense that no one understands, dancing with their hands, slaughtering their own kind, carving a jumble of symbols that have no meaning at all, and sacrificing sacrifices to the old gods of the ages who have never heard of them—even if they have never received a response from the beginning to the end.

Lose your marbles.

It's not demonization, it's the distortion of the spiritual core.

There are no evil gods.

Nor did he possess true blasphemous knowledge.

But those who fell thought they had accepted the apocalypse and brought about their own demise in madness.

No matter how many times it happens, it's creepy.

The good thing is that -

At present, this kind of madness only happens in the Holy Cult Army, and although the sword-wielding will be disturbed to varying degrees, a little infiltration and influence will be washed and purified in the sacred song that sounded the next day, and so far there has not been a degenerate who has fallen into a state of disappointment.

As for Amy?

To be honest, he had heard profane words before, but they were just like the "buzzing" sound of a fly, and although he would be annoyed, it would not have a real effect.

Thank you for the blood of our ancestors flowing in our bodies.

Thanks also to the stigmata for their protection.

The history of the completion of the dream is roughly three days after the deep night madness zone, and in the past four days, there have only been a few encounters with demons, and the rumored black goats that inhabit it have never met, and their only enemies are this treacherous environment and the fickle human heart.

Although the time to go deep into the Crazy Zone of the Deep Night is only three days, in these three days, there is a shocking trend -

That is, the number of people who have fallen into madness is expanding in concentric circles.

In a short period of time, it may just be a matter of a few or a dozen crazy people a day, but once the time is extended, it is only a matter of time before the situation gets out of control.

If the Order can't come up with a countermeasure.

It's just that this has nothing to do with him, at least for the time being, the young glorious man lowered his eyes, and he could roughly feel that this history was about to be completed.

- A sense of rejection and alienation has gradually appeared, and he may withdraw from it at any time.

It's just that he doesn't know the bottom of his heart about the next development.

Is it a direct transition from the unreal to the real?

Or do you wake up in time through the long river of time?

He didn't know.

So—

A little curious, but also a little apprehensive.

Seven orifices bleed.

As for the last memory of reality, he can clearly perceive that the state of his body is unusually bad.

Maybe he'll die.

Thinking of this, he sighed, and then spat out a large mouthful of red blood with a "wow".

The eyes are slightly moist and the nose is slightly moist and hot.

- The time has come.

Consciousness came to an abrupt halt, like a kite with a broken string, and it was gone.

Subsequently—

He opened his eyes.

Hitomi dilated violently, and was greeted by a pair of snow-white wings, and a flawless countenance—from those eyes as clear and shining as black pearls, Amy Ulysses saw her own face, and the uncertainty in her dark eyes.

"Hah!"

Somewhat surprised, he exhaled a cloudy breath.

- What's next?

My body was weak and my brain went blank.

And at this moment, this Holy Spirit from outside the world, the Holy One on the other side of the billions of planes, silently shook his head and looked away.

"You-"

"It's not him. ”

A headless sentence made the young glorious man break out in a cold sweat.

You can't really find anything, do you?

He was unusually weak in his heart.

Although the camouflage effect of the Shameless Moon is not bad, it also has to be divided into objects, even if you hide from ordinary sword wielders, there is still a high probability that you will be recognized when you encounter a real ruthless character.

And the Winged People—

Although she is not clear about her strength, from the feeling point of view, she should be not inferior to the black goat on the taboo list, and she is a transcendent existence above the world.

Did she see through her disguise?

My heart was pounding.

Amy Ulysses felt like a fugitive who had been driven to the precipice, and one step further was an abyss that could not be seen as far as the eye could see.

"You-"

This legendary winged people spoke in an unusually strange tone, cold, mechanical, and word-by-word.

"Nervous?"

She reached out and pressed against his chest.

"Uh......"

Instinctively warning, almost crazy warning, he turned his head a little panicked, and became anxious: "You are too close to me." ”

He behaves like an innocent big boy.

Silence –

The winged people, who don't know their names, leaned back their bodies, and without knowing what they thought, their bright black pearl eyes gradually dimmed, and then she asked:

"What happened to you just now?"

Amy noticed that her sentence was very deliberate and unnatural, but now was not the time to delve into this, and his eyes rolled.

"I ......"

He organized his words as he swallowed his saliva and pretended to be genuinely afraid.

"I saw the darkness. ”

"Darkness. After a short pause, she asked, "Have you ever met anyone?" ”

The Glory, who waited for a while and didn't hear any additional explanations, looked at her, shrunk his head, and asked tentatively, "What kind of person is it?"

"A man who can manipulate time with ease," said the Divine One from outside the world, biting her lip and adding, "It should be a man." ”

Manipulating Time –

Men –

I don't know why, Amy Ulysses was a little panicked.

But even so, he still didn't show it, and after a deliberate pause, he replied in the smoothest voice possible: "Maybe ......"

"—I've seen him. ”