Agnes didn't know how long she had been standing, she watched as the seeds that had once appeared in her hands, the seeds that had lost their masters fell little by little, and finally sank into the gray-black sea, and the seeds that still had masters merged into the countless dots of various colors that were densely spread out in front of her, hidden in the light of the dots of different colors.

If it is described with a nice rhetoric, what unfolds in front of her eyes is like a variety of stars, constantly radiating their own light to the surroundings, and then gradually revealing in her eyes flowers of different colors or illusory or real; To use a less comfortable metaphor, of course, in a way, it might be more appropriate, like a large patch of moss growing out of a corner, or like a pond or lake full of blooms.

Agnes felt that what she had seen was a little too spectacular, and the fluctuations of the extremely tiny creatures combined together seemed so great that she felt almost at the very first moment that it was impossible to discern who the dots belonged to.

And there were some that attracted her attention even more, that is, wisps of black silk threads wrapped around the gray-black mist rose upward from the gray-black sea, with inexplicable fluctuations, and accurately threw into the small dots of different colors.

The dots looked different from the dots around them, and to Agnes's eyes, they looked real and psychedelic and closer to the gray-black ocean. Faint dark lines flowed across their surfaces, and many of them had wisps of gray-black mist emanating from them, flowing along the lines scattered on them.

It was the Remnant Order and the Pagani family, and Agnes knew their identities almost instantly, as well as some others who had obtained and used the beacon.

They were irreversibly approaching the gray-black sea.

One day, they will merge with this gray-black ocean.

Agnes suddenly remembered the history of the Pagani family that Trevor Pagney had told her, and the words he had uttered with extreme indifference—

"They found that the essence of the power they received from Him came from His covert contamination of the members of the Pagani family."

And that sentence with a certain irony-

"After approaching the completion of the transformation, it will be like a different person, with a sudden change in personality, and even some people will gradually change into monsters, as if they are out of control."

"Maybe that's the root cause," Agnes subconsciously stretched out her hand to hold a point of light that was about to fall into the gray-black sea, only to see the gray-black mist plunge into the point of light even more violently, and the point of light bloomed into a blood-red flower, almost completely falling into the gray-black ocean with a gesture of no hesitation, "and once it started, I couldn't reverse it." ”

The point of light that had fallen into the gray-black sea slowly drifted into her hand, and the figure of a scrawny man with sunken eyes and a pale face flashed before Agnes' eyes.

The man laughed maniacally as he watched the man in front of him fall to the ground with him, and the blood that almost exceeded what his body could hold gushed out of his chest and abdomen.

He struggled to his feet, not caring for the wrinkled intestines flowing out of the blood until it reached the blood-soaked ground.

"Thank you for ......"

"Thank you for ......"

"Praise you...... ...... of the Lightless Sea"

The man's voice grew weaker, his movements froze, and his gaze fell on the edge of the woodland, which was almost only gray and white.

Agnes saw the gray-black mist escaping from all the places where the man's body was opened, and the bright red blood flowing from his body quickly became filthy and rancid, and the traces of transmutation appeared in almost every part of the man's body, and his already incomplete skin looked like a moth shedding its own chrysalis and falling off and annihilating, revealing a bright red interior that was constantly being soaked and melted, and this bright red inner lining was also constantly melting under the immersion of gray-black mist, and finally only a constantly changing gray-black mist remained.

Agnes subconsciously clenched the point of light in her hand, the gray-black mist she saw in front of her disappeared inexplicably, and the figure of a man with a skinny and deep-set eye socket and a pale face as white as paper came out of the point of light little by little, he opened his eyes and bowed slowly to Agnes, and then the gray-black mist washed away all the colors on his figure little by little.

Agnes let go of her hand, and the figure dissipated little by little as the light slipped from her hand, and finally sank into the darkness of the depths, leaving a seed in front of her eyes with a blood-red color.

"A fading desire for sacrifice,"

"He looked forward to the sip of red dew on his breasts of those who had chosen to go to the fire, and the sight of death behind him and life before him, and the pale and cold flames of anger that would burn from sun to sun until the transparent crown stepped over the golden carpet."

Agnes looked around her, the endless gray-black, the seeds of all colors around her, and in the farther and deeper space, the lightless darkness completely engulfed everything she could see.

......

"Spencer ......" the man's deep voice rang out in the room, "he's back...... He fell into Him. ”

The room was silent, except for the slightest sound of breathing.

"He has His gaze." The man's deep voice continued to sound, with a mixed meaning.

"This is the season of His activity," another voice stated quietly, "and for that moment He looked at almost everything, which is what we all felt. ”

"Spencer was lucky." The man was silent for a long time, and then spoke slowly.

"The Milo Madeiran that Dreiser brought from that Miss Poyesia is still watching Beckland." The man seemed to feel that he should not start the previous topic, and said instead.

"Dreiser's previous letter has told me that this Milo Madeiran doesn't seem to be like any other child of his age," said another voice with interest, "and according to Dreiser's observations, he almost has established his desires." ”

"Yes," the man agreed, adding with some hesitation, "but he was born a secret. ”

"But that's what He chose, isn't it?" Another voice sounded almost uncaring, "No matter who we are or what kind of people we are, we will eventually fall into His arms and become a part of Him until He makes us climb again." ”

"At that time, the spark of joy will be rekindled, and the seeds will take root again......