Alice watched the extinguishing fire in front of her, and sat alone for a longer time, gently plucking Marilet's strings. The pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info starts with only a few bars, and then slowly turns into a subtle, serene melody. With the melody, a poem was born. The poem tells the story of the arrival of a man who wielded thousands of weapons, and of its ultimate fate.

On the other side of the street, Carl, who was unable to walk with the crowd due to his health, stood still for a long time, listening and observing Alice's every move. After a long time, his stiff face finally showed a hint of expression—a disdainful sneer from the inability to lead people. He turned and walked away, but the beautiful melody still echoed there, never seeming to go away......

The two Vellers finally meet the long-legged Lotus from the Demon Realm, but it doesn't look as terrifying as it was rumored. Maffeo knew that Alice had not deceived anyone who appeared in front of her. It was encased in a domed temple, and countless tentacles jutted out through the gaps in the building, writhing in a strange way. It seemed a little indifferent to the arrival of the two, as it did not display the threat that the two expected without being able to move.

But how to get close to it became a question for Maffeo and Finn to consider for a long time to come, and yes, its tentacles seemed to be able to extend anywhere. Whether it was stretching out its tentacles to attack the two directly, or using its tentacles to shoot down the rubble on the top of the temple to smash the two of them, it was extremely calm, calm to the point of making people feel incredible.

As he dodged the tentacle attacks, Maffeo couldn't help but think of what Uma and Mirna, as well as Alice, whom he hated, had said - even the apostles in a weakened state were not something ordinary people could deal with. Indeed, he now finally understood the importance of this sentence, no, to be precise, he had taken it as the most rational quote in life. Because he doesn't know how long his life will last, under the premise of facing such a guy.

The brown-haired Finn snorted angrily, Lotus's tentacle attack had almost knocked off the sword he was holding in his hand, which made him feel an inexplicable rage, an anger that he didn't know where it came from. But he couldn't fight back, because every time Lotus attacked with his tentacles, he would retract his tentacles faster than he could swing his sword, as if he was teasing a kitten.

He knew that it was incorrect to define the Apostle Lotus by human standards, but he seemed to be somewhat unable to accept such an irritating form of attack. But the other party doesn't care about his feelings. In the eyes of the apostles, human beings are nothing more than ants, just as humans deliberately play with the ants they target.

The other Willer, Maffeo, had been staring at him for a long time with bloodshot eyes, and the greatsword he held in his hand had been silent, thinking that he might have mastered the attack pattern of Rotes' tentacles. So according to what he thought in his mind, before the next wave of attacks came, he leaned on the sacrificial platform on the side with his body, raised the blade of his sword slightly, and waited for the attack to come.

The tentacles that came out of the crack in the temple pierced the air and struck at Maffeo at great speed, who had no expression, he just swung his first sword at the tentacles according to the time he had calculated before. However, the tentacle suddenly curled up as it traveled, avoiding Maffeo's sword. Then, before Maffeo could react, the tentacle unfolded again, sweeping straight into his body, sending the Viller several meters away.

Maffeo felt as if he had been hit by a heavy object, and the smell of blood with a metallic smell came from his mouth. He didn't bother to adjust his body, and put on a layer of blood qi protection for himself before his body was about to slam into the ground. Sure enough, a second wave of attacks followed, this time Lotus did not directly attack Maffeo with his tentacles, he used his tentacles to shoot down the rubble on the top of the temple, and the small octopus monsters fell along with the rubble and attacked Maffeo.

Maffeo immediately got up, and the ghost hand threw a blast of blood qi at his side, knocking back the monster on the side, and then charged forward and split an octopus monster in front of him in half with a sword. He turned, and once again drove his body towards the octopus monster behind him, and the beast was undaunted, and spun around with his tentacles open and lunged at Maffeo. This time, instead of choosing a more aggressive approach, he gradually stabilized his pace, holding his greatsword sideways in front of him to block the spinning tentacle attack.

The octopus's body landed on the ground after the attack, its pupils writhing in a weird way, which made Maffeo feel sick. He split the beast in front of him into four pieces with a bloody cross, then adjusted his body and leaped to his feet, accidentally dodging another tentacle attack from Lotus while smashing the two octopus monsters on his side to pieces.

On the other side, Finn ducked out of the clearing behind a row of sacrificial altars. He gasped and looked at the blood he had left on the ground along the way. Lotus knows how to attack his enemies with unerring accuracy, so Kaija has become a useless presence to a certain extent. It couldn't even help Finn block the next full attack, and he barely managed to keep his tentacles from penetrating his body with the erratic pace of his ghostly steps.

The cover that he thought would be able to make him worry about for a while could not escape Rotus's attack, and two tentacles longer than before stretched out vertically from the gap, and then the two spiky tentacles with slight attachment swept towards him in a straight line with Finn's body. Finn cursed and rolled to the right to dodge the tentacle attack, exposing himself to the clearing again.

At this time, he was still nearly a few dozen yards away from the Dome Temple, and no matter what, he couldn't find any way to break through smoothly. The closer you get to Lotus, the more intense the attacks become. He cast his eyes on Maffeo behind him, only to find that the guy was also unable to get close because of the entanglement with the tentacles, which was a problem.

Maffeo spun around and jumped over the tentacle that swept towards him, and reflexively slashed at the soft part of the tentacle in the air. However, the speed of the tentacle was once again beyond Maffeo's imagination, and although the sword slashed the tentacle, it was like slashing through the indestructible armor, and the hard part of the tentacle blocked the sword, and the thick moss on the ground reduced the power of the blow.

Maffeo jumped backwards, but he wasn't fast enough. The tentacles that came again were already wrapped around his left leg, and the force was amazing. Maffeo threw himself head-on to the ground, trying to break free of his tentacles, but to no avail. Lotus saw the situation as a teaser, and his outstretched tentacle managed to knock the greatsword off Maffeo's hand a few seconds later. Then, the tentacle that wrapped around his left leg exerted force, dragging his body in place in an irregular circle.

"Fuck, you goddamn monster!" Maffeo desperately grabbed the tentacle wrapped around his left leg with his ghost hand, but at this moment the tentacle exerted more force, which made him lose all his center of gravity, and the ghost hand could no longer touch the tentacle due to his body position.

"Damn it......" Finn turned back when he saw this, he knew what it meant to do so, but the tentacles' attacks and accuracy seemed to be faster and higher than he had imagined. Before he could take two steps, the sharp tentacles swept him in the back and knocked him to the ground. He spat out a mouthful of blood, and he didn't have to think about it at all, he knew that his back was already open.

Maffeo felt as if he had entered another world, he couldn't even hear the wind, the pain of his skin rubbing against the uneven ground seemed to be gone, and he thought he might be finished.