Marcos walked alone in the palace in the darkness, and he didn't know when it began, so being in the dark always made him feel inexplicably excited. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info Maybe it's because of the guys, although it's not a good sign, but I enjoy it to a certain extent.

Although time has been ticking, he has never forgotten the purpose of his departure from Wille. While it may take you decades to travel to many places, the experience you bring along is invaluable. Every ghost swordsman would consider the meaning of his existence in this environment, and looking at the distorted left hand in the darkness, some painful memories could always inadvertently flood his heart.

Blood and severed limbs filled Marcos' memories, which he hadn't remembered for a long time. He didn't even mention it to Maffeo, because it was very likely that the other party had a similar past to his own, and he was reluctant to uncover the scars.

Whether it's killing his own parents with a knife uncontrollably, or the villagers who are dismembering their bodies in order to stop him, Marcos really feels that this is a terrible nightmare. He stabbed himself hard with the hilt of his knife, trying to wake himself up, now was not the time to reminisce about the past. "Damn it, it's been a long time since it's been like this. He laughed to himself.

After successfully banishing away these annoying memories, Marcos was finally able to relax his mind as he normally would. He didn't rely on alchemy potions to help him, and the complete darkness seemed to be able to provide him with more help than alchemy potions to a certain extent, and the ghosts and gods liked this environment.

Marcos never met the possible magic figures, perhaps for some other reason, they disappeared from Marcos's view. Fighting is not the best option, but the only option that can be made in this palace is fighting. He searched the trail along the way, hoping to find out where Camille and Fett were.

Some obvious signs of battle were easily caught by him, though they didn't help in any way. The clutter had obscured the whereabouts of all living things after the battle, and all that was left was the fragments of the puppet's armor. But the presence of no coagulated blood gave Marcos a little more peace of mind, which at least proved that they were not injured.

"Very well, looks like I'm going to have to take some time......" Marcos muttered to himself into the air.

After searching for about 200 yards, Marcos began to wonder. The area is so quiet that neither humans nor magic dolls seem to exist here. While some of the usual decorations belonging to the Sky City remain, there is not a trace of the magical aura that even those magical lifeforms emanate.

Normally, without untying the suppressor on the arm, the spirits will never break through the restraint of the suppressor. But the area seemed to be able to defy all rules, and Kaija emerged from the tiny slit of the suppressor and came behind Marcos.

"What the hell......" Marcos noticed that something was wrong, and glanced behind him out of the corner of his eye, the eerie wind blowing the back of his neck.

Kaija let out an eerie laugh, "Interesting, it seems that this place allows us to move freely regardless of the restraints of the suppressor." ”

"You're in luck. Marcos scoffed.

"Haha, don't worry, I'll protect you when you're in danger. After all, something is very wrong here. ”

"Interesting, tell me, what's wrong?" Marcos felt a stir in his heart, knowing that these ghosts never lie.

Keja turned into a black wind and wrapped around Marcos's body, "I feel something that resonates with us, you should find it." ”

Marcos's face sank, "I will, so please go back now, there is no fight at the moment." ”

"I'm looking forward to ......" Keja's voice gradually became hollow, and it turned into an illusory shadow like a ghost.

"Damn it......" Marcos understood what Kaija meant, but his primary goal wasn't something that existed here that would resonate with the hellish spirits. "Well, I should make a decision. Marcos made a choice in his heart.

In the end, he decided to find Camille and Fett first, and every corner of the palace would be explored sooner or later, and they couldn't leave it for some reason. Finding his companion was still the most important thing, and although he cared deeply about what Kaija said, Marcos had only one choice, so he continued his search along the previous route.

Randall looked at the empty cat's eye potion bottle, and darkness descended on him. It wasn't a good idea to take it continuously, so now he had to live with the darkness. He looked at Camille, who was sitting across from him, sitting cross-legged in place, eyes closed, meditative. Randall scratched his head, it was impossible for him to understand the strange behavior of these Void Ancestor Warriors.

It may be a good thing that the enhanced magic puppet doesn't appear here, but Randall can't hold back the feeling in his heart. The other party is indeed very strong, but as a warrior, I want to share a victory with them no matter what. He regretted his previous act of using smoke grenades to escape the battle, which was not what he really wanted to do.

"Don't think too much about it, Randall, you can't handle that many enhanced magic puppets on your own. Camille spoke suddenly, though she remained meditative.

"I can't find them in this hellish darkness anyway. Randall shrugged helplessly.

"Anyway, what do you think of all this?" said Camilli, slowly opening her eyes.

Randall scratched his head, "Actually, I don't know, we've just been doing what some guys order. While I'm certainly interested in it, I'd rather not explore it if death is inevitable for us. ”

"Do you regret your choice?"

"Nope. Randall said in repudiation. "I'm so glad I got to know guys like you. ”

Camilli smiled, "I hope my question doesn't cause you any concerns." ”

"Don't worry, Miss Camille. We've seen so many incredible things on the blood-soaked battlefield, and I'm sure it's much better for us to have a thrilling journey like this than war. Randall whispered, perhaps war was the last thing he wanted.

Just as Camilie was about to respond to Randall, she seemed to notice something. Then she gently pressed her index finger to her lips, motioning for Randall to remain silent. The latter understood what he meant, and it seemed that some of the guys were approaching here. However, Camilli was not sure if it was a human or a magic puppet, and she pointed in the direction she judged to Randall, who slowly pulled out her weapon and leaned down to touch it.

Randall saw the blurred black silhouette in the darkness, which didn't look like a magic puppet. After calculating the distance, Randall roared and swung his two-handed sword at the figure.

"Calm, calm, it's me, Marcos!"

Randall's movements froze in place, embarrassment surging over him in an instant.