In the underworld, the souls that flow and float in the Styx like the Milky Way turn into a little starlight, and the souls that leave the material realm surround the tall figures of hundreds of meters, returning to tranquility in the washing of the Styx, or becoming the purest soul energy waiting to be reshaped.

The yellow-brown straw robe is slightly shabby,

Compared to nine hundred years ago, the figure with the mask seemed a little tired, and even the blue soul light in the double holes of the mask looked a little dark.

It is the creator of the Mask Spirit, the Mother of Masks, who has the authority of the dead, who controls the river of the underworld.

The dark qi surged, ripples appeared in the enclosed space, and as a white soul path appeared, the purple-gray arm of the Mother of Masks, which had not stopped for a hundred years, slowly drooped.

The creator of the masked spirit lowered his head and stared at his daughter, who was walking towards his toes with her head bowed.

The Mother of Masks soon noticed that her favorite sheep spirit mirror claw did not carry an inseparable wolf spirit, let alone an underworld artifact that had never left her hand.

"Mirrorclaw, where did your weapon go?"

The voice of the mother of masks was very calm, and she lost a little bit of the joy of seeing her good daughter in the past.

The weapon in the masked spirit's hand symbolizes the authority of the underworld and is also a powerful tool against the undead army.

Looking up at the Mother of Masks, who looked like a titan giant, he felt the sternness of the Mother of Masks, and the face of the sheep spirit shook slightly.

"I'm confused right now, Mother, I want to ask you a few questions before I respond, is that okay?"

Staring at the sheep spirit that was as small as dust, the mother of the mask put down her palm, let the sheep spirit jump in the palm of her hand, and slowly raised it in front of her.

Standing next to the eye sockets of the Mother of Masks, the sheep spirit was not even as big as the fluff of the Mother of Masks.

"Say, my child, what do you want to know?"

Pressing his hand on his sheep spirit mask, the trembling body of the mirror claw gradually subsided.

"We have fought wars with Maudecaesar for more than a thousand years, and in victory after victory, why are there fewer and fewer of my brothers and sisters, and more and more of my enemies?

Today, Mitner Lachen's Soul Obeli has encompassed nearly half of the underworld, and the number of souls that fall into the Styx has decreased by a quarter, and the quality is getting worse and worse.

Mother, was this battle doomed from the start? Is our sacrifice, our determination to maintain stability in the River Styx, meaningless? ”

The Mother of Masks rarely spoke, but lowered her head and sighed, her withered yellow ragged robe made of Nether Grass torn a few more notches.

"Mother?"

"I didn't expect my favorite daughter to ask such a question......"

"Mother, I just want to know the real answer."

"Kid...... This is our mission, and this is the purpose of our existence, my child, as long as we exist, we must sustain it, even if it is doomed to fail. ”

Tapped the head of the sheep spirit with the finger of the other hand, and the voice of the mother of masks vibrated the soul river, and thousands of souls that had been weakened by the washing due to being too evil were directly dispersed and turned into crystal points of light like fireflies.

The Mother of Masks had to soften her tone and whisper in Lachen.

"From the moment I put on the mask, from the moment you put on the mask, we became prisoners of the mask, never to be taken off again,

The ancient gods have long since died in the chaos, and the forces of order have left the land of rune, the evil gods behind Maudecaesar...... It's just one of them,

There are too many evil forces watching our world, but as long as it lasts for another thousand years, a hundred years, or even ten years, we are not considered to have insulted the mission behind it.

This should be understood when we choose to wear a mask, the mask means the responsibility of maintaining the reincarnation of the two worlds, even if it is the god of death, if it cannot fulfill its responsibility, it will dissipate before the river Styx, and the ethereal evil lord was born for this,

Even I, who created the Void Spirit, would have died when all things were silent if no one in the material realm remembered the name of death.

Child, from the beginning we had no choice,

We were born here, and we are destined to die here, and we should know that although we hold the authority of the underworld, we are only the fragments left behind after the death of the gods, and we are no different from prisoners.

As regulators, we have limited ability to sustain a world that should have been destroyed five hundred years ago until now, and continue to wait for the world to save itself, and that is the meaning of our efforts and sacrifices. ”

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The heavy words made the sheep spirit a little desperate, I don't know if it was because she lost her weapon and gave up on herself, the mother of masks chose to put the cold truth in front of her eyes,

From the moment the gods died and the barrier of order shattered, the world lost all hope, and all prosperity and peace in the material realm were like a flash in the pan, breaking and dissipating at any time like a colorful bubble under the sun.

Just as Mordekaiser, who has been blessed by the power of the other world, can steadily take root in the underworld and gradually encroach on the land and power of the underworld, in addition to the evil gods of the world that Mordecaesar believes in, the void, the spirit of the astral plane, hell, the badlands, and those evil forces that cannot be known but can secretly erode the world through projection are also attacking the runes.

Otherwise, how could one Maude Caesar fight against the Mother of Masks, who holds the authority of the underworld.

"Mother, can we just watch this happen?"

Regarding the question of the sheep spirit, the mother of the mask was silent for a while before opening her mouth and asked.

"Mirror Claw, I smell a human life force on your body, did your weapon stay on that visitor from the other world?"

Didn't think about hiding anything, Yang Ling nodded and didn't speak.

"Can you tell me your reasoning?"

"Mother, you said that there is only one way to revive this world, and that is to have a spark that controls the authority of all gods and reshapes the world with divine power.

The hunting orders you have given me over the years have meant to search for this spark in addition to recovering powerful souls, and we finally found Lyster, and I think it makes more sense to leave the Soul Bow to Lyster than for me to hunt down a few souls or Maudecaesar's soldiers.

Mother, Lyster has proven his abilities, but you have never recognized him, and I don't understand the point of doing so. ”

"Gah! Ga! ”

Hearing the name Lyster, the Void Spirit Evil Owl appeared out of thin air, his feet grasping the shoulders of the Mother of Masks, and a pair of indifferent soul eyes looked at the sheep spirit.

The Mother of Masks stroked the Void Owl's wings with her hand and patiently explained.

"Child, we don't know if Lyster is a tinder, but what he did is tantamount to betrayal, raising demons with his soul and selling his soul to demons in the other world, for this alone, I will not recognize his identity, if he is a tinder, how can he do such a despicable thing?"

Glancing at the Void Spirit Staring at him, the Sheep Spirit turned his head and stared intently into the masked spirit's gaze.

"If all this is to save the world that you have no hope in your mouth, Mother, don't you want to admit it?"

Before the Mother of Masks, whose eyes were getting colder, had not yet spoken, the Void Spirit Demon had opened her mouth, and the red light flashed in her eyes, making a dry and cold voice.

"Qianjue, you are so disrespectful to the Mother of Masks, have you forgotten your identity?"

The sheep spirit did not pay attention to the evil lord.

"Mother! Are you guarding the Mask Spirit's dogma or the world? ”

"Gah! Ga! Ga! ”

Sensing the mood swings of the Mother of Masks, the Ethereal Owl vibrated its wings and let out a threatening cry like a dead crow.

Under the gaze of the sheep spirit, the mother of masks took one last look at the mask on the sheep spirit's face, slowly lowered her palm, and let the sheep spirit return to the ground.

"Mitner Lachen has set up a temporary portal, Qianjue, take back your weapon and take the wolf to find out what Maudekaiser wants to do?"

Taking a half step back in disappointment, Yang Ling lowered his head and silently turned to leave.

"Mother of Masks, can you let me go overseer?"

After the sheep spirit left, the Void Spirit Evil Owl turned his head to look at the Mother of the Masks, not showing much awe.

The Mother of Masks spoke.

"No need, after Qianjue leaves, you will take over the area she is responsible for."

"Gah!"

The Ethereal Evil Owl responded and flapped its wings away.

As the last insurance to prevent the fall of the mask spirit, he was born with the urge and desire to hunt the mask spirit, and naturally could suppress or even obliterate the mother of the mask, so he would not be afraid to create his own mask maker, but now is not the time to do it, although it is a little unhappy, the ethereal spirit evil lord can only accept orders.

As the sheep spirit leaves Styx, a short but fierce hunt in a jungle in Ionia quickly ends.

The wolf spirit that tore out a piece of blood finally let go of its mouth, and the black rose mage, who had been dead for a long time, fell in a pool of blood, and the marked soul flew to the River Styx under the traction of the mark, perfectly avoiding the soul obelisk of Mitna Lachen, the city of the underworld.

The wolf spirit who had finished the hunt was not happy, looking at the empty forest, the wolf spirit lay next to the corpse and stared blankly at the tree trunk, looking a little lonely.

He missed the sheep, but the sheep never came to him.

With a sigh, the wolf closed his eyes a little lonely, his life was not easy.

In the past hundred years, due to Mordecaesar's active plundering and a series of other factors, although the population of Runeterrass has gradually increased, the total quality of souls has been rapidly decreasing.

In order to cope with the dwindling quality of souls, and in order to keep powerful souls from falling into the hands of Mordkaiser, the masked spirits began to actively hunt down mages with tough souls in order to make up for the loss of souls and allow the Styx to function normally.

The quality of the soul is related to personal talent and personal longevity, and those with strong souls not only have a long lifespan, but also have a strong magical affinity, and in the process of meditation, they can get twice the result with half the effort.

Arcane mages are the best of the bunch, and Sindra, who has a talent for dark elemental magic, is an extreme example.

In the past, you can still see many mage groups walking around the world, under the active hunting of the mask spirit, it is difficult to see people with magical talents now, and the surviving mages are either hiding their whereabouts or living a Buddhist life.

Newborns are getting weaker and weaker, the average life expectancy of humans is getting shorter and shorter, there are very few children who can master strange and magical talents from birth, and the magical power of other continents is declining at an accelerated pace, only the newborn land blessed by the spirit of Ionia still retains the most primitive magical environment.

As such, Ionia is also the main hunting ground for wolf spirits.

As if sensing something, the wolf suddenly opened his eyes, got up vigilantly, and stared at the middle-aged man who appeared in front of him, opening his fangs.

The middle-aged man was dressed in a simple green robe, with long hair tied back at the back of his head, and a light green gemstone headband, exuding a terrifying oppressive force all over his body, and he was none other than Kalmar, the reincarnation of the spirit of the modern Ionian.

Karma glanced at the black rose mage, who was clearly not an Ionian, and her brow furrowed slightly.

"Qianjue, your frequent appearance has caused panic among the Ionians, even if you are not hunting Ionian mages, I can't continue to allow you to continue hunting in Ionia, at least not for a year."

Knowing that he had taken the initiative to work a lot of shifts recently due to a bad mood, and that there were too many people hunted and the Ionians were afraid, the wolf spirit did not refute anything, after all, the Mother of Masks and the Ionian Spirit had established a covenant, not to mention whether he had the ability or not, he really couldn't attack Karma.

Just thinking so in his heart, the wolf still maintained a 'majestic' appearance, grinning with his teeth, at least in terms of momentum, he had to hold on.

"Ionian Spirit, you should not interfere with my hunt...... But Ionia's hunting grounds have been cleared, so I'll give you a face, and I'll move on to the next hunting ground. ”

Knowing that he had already moved the wolf spirit, Karma breathed a sigh of relief.

He wasn't afraid of these masked spirits, but he didn't want to do anything with the emissaries of the Mother of Masks unless he had to.

"Why haven't I seen the sheep spirit lately?"

Hearing this, the toothy wolf spirit wilted like a frosted eggplant.

"Sheep, she has more important things to do...... Something more important than hunting with me......"

"More important things?"

Although he was a little curious about the whereabouts of the sheep spirit, Karma was not a person who liked to gossip, especially the wolf spirit's painful appearance, and it was not suitable for further inquiries here.

Now that his goal has been achieved, there is no need for him to stay.

Karma turned to leave, the wolf spirit lay on the ground alone and was secretly sad, but the sheep spirit walked out of the soul realm, and the sad wolf didn't even realize that the companion he missed had come behind him.

Noticing the loss of the wolf spirit, the sheep spirit sighed softly, bent down and hugged the wolf spirit, and put his face on the wolf's forehead.

Enveloped by a familiar feeling, the wolf spirit was stunned, and instantly turned from sadness to joy, and the tail between it turned quickly like a fan.

"Sheep, you're back!? It must be busy this time, right? Rest quickly, rest, I've put ......"

The sheep spirit said something that made the wolf spirit stupid.

"Wolf, I've decided to take off my mask."