Agnes seemed to see a lot of people for a moment, but there was really only one person in front of her.

The smell of rancidity, whose source cannot be determined, creeps around, as if a corpse buried in the ground has been turned out, and it seems to be a simple hallucination born from the bottom of the heart.

Agnes' gaze swept over the shadows behind the already inhuman woman, and saw countless dark spots, which looked as if there were weeping heads swinging and floating in a sea of gray-black silt, gradually pouring into the woman's body.

She had seen such a scene more than once, in the city of Fenerport, in Bodivia, on the sea, only on a much larger scale.

"He says that there are gods in the heart, and I believe that," the woman's words still carried a complete calm, "and there was such a hypothesis in the United Empire, or perhaps even earlier in the First Empire of Solomon. ”

"So," Agnes said in a soft, short voice, "is this an experiment?" ”

"No, it's an all-or-nothing attempt." The corners of the woman's mouth were curled with a hint of curvature, giving the whole distorted and blurred face a mocking expression.

"The Night Emperor has failed, but the part of the Trenthorsts who have come here is not reconciled," the woman's distorted face regained its calm, but it seemed to be utterly angry, "the only untouchable god is by no means merciful but generous enough for them to try to obtain a part of this god's power by some less pleasant means." ”

"Untouchable gods?" There was a hint of sarcasm in Agnes' tone, "Is there a god that can be touched by mortals?" ”

Agnes clearly felt that after her words fell, all the transmutations in the woman were paused for a moment, and then more changes seemed to be blocked by the tide for only a moment, almost instantly drowning everything.

"You're right," the woman's voice quickly turned completely illusory, "so we are bound to fail, so we are bound to perish, so we can only be a part of you." ”

Agnes saw a gray-black mist rise from everything she saw, just like she had seen in front of the church before, but even thicker than then, making everything around her look as if it was a sea of gray-black silt that had drowned everything.

The towers, the flames, everything vanished in a blur, and everything in front of her seemed to be rushing towards Agnus, bringing with it a suffocating feeling that seemed to come only from what she had seen, but also from something deeper.

But Agne didn't care about any of this, her eyes were completely fixed on the woman in front of her who was dissolving little by little in the sea of gray-black silt, not wanting to miss a single detail.

She saw countless rays of brilliance emanating from the woman's body, and then annihilating little by little in the gray-black sea.

In the fading light, Agnes saw the girl in her shabby dress talking cheerfully to the opposite side, the sun-drenched monastery in the background, but the opposite side was empty.

In the other glitz that had just escaped, it was a well-dressed woman in the empty room who looked expressionlessly at her blood-stained hands, and the water overflowed with scarlet marks.

In a little renewed brilliance, the woman in delicate makeup looked at the burning empty tower from afar, her eyes were incomprehensibly complicated, and her eyes reflected the countless people under the tower who had fallen into an inexplicable frenzy.

And more, more specks of light as fine as dust - Agnes saw the ragged ones curled up in the snow with complete loss of strength, the brightly dressed ones spurting bright red blood under the blades of the guards, and ...... Countless people from all angles, accompanied by the drumbeat of the song, or the beats of the frenzy, faded to the most complete dryness in the length of time that cannot be discerned.

"Mr. Aliadni's singing is 'extraordinary' infectious." Agnes said in a calm tone.

"No one would doubt that." The voice of the answer seems to come from everyone's mouth, from every place.

Then everything dimmed, leaving only a dull gray-black, damp and dark, as if a pond filled with silt.

Agnes saw the decaying seeds gathering together, taking root and sprouting under the inexplicable influence, and the striped vines were mottled and rotten, intertwined with each other, as if they were all together, and she could even hear them trembling together.

The small hum is like the whisper of the breeze through the woods, as if it sounds from the soul, and when you listen to it, it seems to be the most beautiful song.

And in the deeper places, maybe the roots, or maybe just the branches, the mottled colors that still beat look like the wings of moths, constantly flickering like ripples in the gray-black.

The ripples and rotting branches seemed to be looking for something, but they were aimless.

Agnes was dumbfounded, looking down at her hand, a completely different color confluence until it revealed a completely different appearance from what she had seen before.

It was something like a swollen gourd, with all kinds of mottled colors.

"A desire that has been forcibly gathered."

"Bad means bring together these desires that shouldn't be in one place, but in the final season, they will return to what they originally wanted."

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The flickering crows left black marks on their flabby skin, and mysterious bullets struck their sturdy and now shriveled limbs, leaving only a dented burn.

Okfa clenched a piece of silver in his hand, and the blood flowed from the palm of his hand, and he smeared the blood that had flowed from the silver plate on his eyelids, reflecting a deep color, and his whole body was filled with an eerie that was completely opposite to himself.

"Tsk," Anderson smacked his lips, the bullets passing in front of him slowed the shriveled skin's attack slightly, and he dodged the attack towards him, "I didn't expect Mr. Sbasnereki to hate me so much after losing his mind." ”

Adevina didn't speak, just focused on the movements in her hands.

"Obviously, in order to prevent him from going to Miss Poyesia's side, you took the initiative to exude feelings that made him hateful......" Okfa said helplessly, "The extraordinary power in his body is silent, and he can't actively use the extraordinary ability, but Mr. Sbasnereki even ...... Exclusion of extraordinary abilities is dangerous enough for us......"

"So you found the weakness?" Anderson spoke up.

“...... Heart. Okfa was silent for a moment, then said categorically.

"I thought it was a brain," Anderson leaned back, but a blazing flame spear condensed in his hand, "I didn't expect it to be the same as a human." ”

"Although Mr. Sbasnereki is now close to the undead, and can even use the 'fragments of a scalpel' to find weaknesses," Okfa quickly wiped the blood from the silver shard with his sleeve and wrapped it in linen, "but it is estimated that he has only been transformed for a moment, and he is still essentially a person who is not completely dead." ”

"Tsk." Anderson smacked his lips meaninglessly, but his movements did not pause.

Blazing white flames ignited on the surface of his body, and his whole body almost turned into a complete flame, shooting at the other party like lightning.