Therea was silent and didn't speak, but her dark red cardamom nails were already digging deep into her palms from her clenched fists.

"If that is to be said, Gilgamesh is an eroder like us, but not quite the same. Each generation of our Eroders needs to grow up in this Bloody Cave from infancy, and then after our talents are basically formed and we have basic intelligence, hundreds of Eroders begin to kill each other and devour each other in a way called [Fasting...... The few people who survived were able to successfully leave the cave and become the surviving eroders of that generation. But Gilgamesh ......" Nether paused, his voice sounding even hoarse, "I have a feeling that he was probably not born in this cave, I think he must have been born in secret somewhere we don't know," he ......

Treya bit her pale lip and took Nether's words, "...... It is not so much that Gilgamesh was born, but that he was artificially made, or carefully cultivated...... Although the Silver Priest created the Erodeter, although it was said that it was to continue to strengthen the peak of the soul power of the Aslan Realm, so that the seven princes of the water source would always be in a dynamic balance of renewal and survival of the fittest, I have always had a feeling that the real purpose of the Silver Priest was not to promote the continuous evolution and strengthening of the Apostles of the Lord of Aslan without limit...... They must have an end goal, they want to make an ultimate ...... I don't know what to say, but I think the Silver Priests are expecting to make something that perfectly meets their expectations. All of our Eroders are nothing more than experiments that fail again and again before this kind of thing is made......"

Nether's eyebrows were locked deeply, and his eyes were shrouded in a narrow shadow.

Treya's lips trembled slightly involuntarily, "What do you think...... It's going to be to make ...... Gilgamese what?"

Nether shook his head, "Probably not. If Gilgamesh is the 'final form' that the Silver Priests want to create, then we don't need to be here to meet the new Eroders at this time. ”

"I suddenly thought ......" Treya turned her head in horror, she suddenly reached out and grabbed Nether's arm, like a frightened and weak girl, all the charm on her face, all the enchantment, all the insight into the spiding beings, all the vicious scheming and the unfathomable city were gone, and only pure, tight fear and helplessness remained.

The Nether was frightened by the most terrifying and ghostly expression on her face, because he knew what a terrible woman Treya was, and she had never experienced such a thorough fear in her life since she had fought alongside her and trampled all the way out of the condensed cavern, even when she fought against Zira in the Deep Corridor, when she almost became a gluttony because she couldn't control the darkness, and now she ......

"Treya, what do you think?" Nether's throat tightened slightly, and he was infected by Treya's emotions.

"It occurred to me that the Silver Priest had told us that when this generation of eroders came out of the cave and saw the first light outside, their minds would be as blank as the snowfields outside, returning to the primitive. They have been wiped out by the powerful and mysterious force of hundreds of people in the cave, and henceforth the eroders will not know who they really are, nor will they remember where they came from or why they survived...... In other words, the Silver Priest hopes that the Bloody Cavern will become a completely erased secret existence after our generation. No one knows the location of this cave anymore, nor does anyone know the terrifying energy it contains, or what its existence means to the living princes......"

The Netherworld seemed to realize the fear in Treya's heart, and fine beads of sweat oozed from his palms.

“...... So, as the last generation of eroders to know about the existence of this cave, if the Silver Priest really wants this secret to disappear from Aslan's history completely, and hide it completely, then the easiest way to do it is ......" Treya gripped Nether's arm, her nails digging into his strong arm muscles, shedding tiny traces of blood.

"That is, the existence of the two of us will be completely erased. The Netherworld took Treya's words, word by word, and filled up the unfinished words that Treya had taken under her rapid breath.

"We're not here to wait for a new generation of eroders...... "Therea's eyes filled with tears of fear that she couldn't control, "but a new generation of eroders, here waiting to meet us two ......"

"This is the latest, the new killing battlefield of the soul world......" Nether pursed his lips, his face full of despair and anger.

On the huge snowy field, the two of them stood side by side.

Once, they were the lucky ones on this snowy field, and they came out of the lifeless caverns to be greeted by a vast and magnificent new heaven and new earth, where a new world spread out beneath their feet, and a thousand branches and leaves were waiting for them to renew or harvest. Young with their hands stained with hot blood, they trampled on countless cold corpses from above, and walked step by step to the most dazzling throne. Between their childish eyebrows, there is the unstoppable edge of death.

And now, they supported each other with dead faces, standing at the end of the cold and merciless world. The tumbling blizzard was like white shredded paper, flying to accompany them on their final journey. They waited helplessly, waiting to be devoured by the two newest monsters that came out of the cave.

Suddenly, there was an almost unfathomable fluctuation of soul power in the air, and before the pupils of the Netherworld could focus, they suddenly heard the sharp shout of Treya beside her, "The first one, here!" Under the slender black silk dress she was wrapping in, the white light suddenly shone brightly, and the swirling and violent light condensed into a white gauze skirt, and at the same time, around the surface of the snow around her and the Netherworld, countless pure white silk ribbons broke through the snow, flying in the wind, surging and rolling. The Netherworld looked at Treya, and just as she was about to speak, she saw Treya suddenly raise her hand and push her chest, and a wave of surging soul power swept like thousands of blades from the side of the Nether, and the Netherworld only had time to see an orange shadow in the sight of the lightning flash, and three deep blood cuts suddenly opened on her chest, if it wasn't for Treya pushing herself away just now......

With the power of Treya, the Nether leaped backwards, its slender body flying high and then falling behind a rock like a cheetah. He turned sideways and poked his head warily out from behind the rock, only to see the orange lightning figure chasing after Treya, who was covered in white ribbons.

The Netherworld just wanted to catch up and help Treya, but before he could stretch his body, he suddenly sensed an extremely distorted soul power behind him—that feeling, like a cold black hand stained with slippery slime, reaching into your mouth, and then along your esophagus all the way into your stomach, this kind of terrifying soul power that was strange, weird, and disgusting, did not at all look like it came from a normal prince or a soul magician.

Nether couldn't help but bend over and spit out a mouthful of sour gastric juice, and a low roar continued to resound in his brain, as if the balance of his body had been broken, like lying on a small boat that was constantly being whipped and slapped down by the raging waves, and the cold dizziness was like a metal helmet locking his temples. He turned his head with difficulty, and saw a young girl walking slowly towards him behind him: the tattered skirt was torn so that it could barely cover her body, the fabric of the skirt was no longer discernible in its original material, it was stained with semi-coagulated blood, the blood was black and hard, her face, neck, and hair were hung with scattered scraps of flesh and dark pieces of internal organs, and her whole body exuded a violent stench.

Her expression was very dazed and sluggish, and there was an indescribable distortion in her walking posture, her back hunched up, her hands hanging in front of her knees, and her feet moving very strangely and slowly, as if she were carrying an invisible, heavy package, the weight of which pressed her weak spine to the ground.

Netherworld has seen more terrifying monsters, experienced more unbelievable bloody scenes, and although the girl in front of him is weird, it is not so bizarre and paradoxical. But why, this cold fear clinging to the stomach wall was so huge and so distorted, as if a pair of cold ghost hands were tearing at one's scalp.

The girl walked slowly and stopped a few meters away from the netherworld. She looked blankly at the Nether, then began to turn around and look around—and at this point, the Netherworld finally understood where the indescribable twisted fear was coming from.

Behind that girl, there was a girl who was exactly like her, and the muscles and skin of the two people were connected at the place of their backbones, and they were conjoined people who shared the same spine!

At this moment, where the flesh and blood of the two people's backs were connected, something was bubbling under their skin, as if a bloodthirsty monster was pregnant in their bodies, and it was preparing to tear through the stinky skin that trapped it and surge out.

The girl slowly began to turn her body, and the other girl who had been behind her before gradually moved towards the Netherworld with the movement of turning, she raised her hand, reached into her throat, pulled out a scarlet and fuzzy flesh-cartilage-like thing, and gently threw it on the snow, the hot flesh made a clattering sound on the snow, melting into the thick snow.

"I'm hungry. The girl stared blankly and shouted three words indistinctly from her throat. (To be continued.) )