Lowe didn't know where he was.

A strange force dragged itself downward.

The feeling of suffocation continued to increase, and Luo Wei felt that his whole body was being squeezed, and the remaining air in his lungs was immediately squeezed dry.

He struggled left and right, but there was nothing around him that was left with an endless stream of fishy liquid.

He began to choke on water.

Liquid poured wildly into his mouth and nose and into his lungs. In a trance, Luo Wei felt that he had become a fragile piece of paper under the high squeeze.

The pressure of the water was so great that it drove him crazy, and his limbs seemed to shatter at any moment under the force of the tear.

In such an environment, he couldn't even pronounce the phrase "mysterious and mysterious".

Despair bombarded his brain with some kind of sharp pain.

Luo Wei felt that as he sank, the liquid around him gradually became extremely hot, as if some kind of extremely strong acid made the skin around him feel a sharp pain.

The clothes on his body were like ashes or sand melting in the wind, and Luo Wei fumbled left and right in his confusion, and finally grabbed a thick stack of things in his pocket.

Tarot cards!

The remnants of his sanity told him that the tarot cards were not affected and were corrupted!

He clutched the tarot cards and tried to use them against his skin.

One, two!

The cards that cling to the body are like some kind of barrier, and the intense corrosive feeling is completely separated.

But such a sluggish speed is simply too late.

His nerves were almost severe, the intense pain in his lungs hit his brain, and his consciousness had begun to be unconscious.

Lowe struggled desperately, using his remaining consciousness to control his hands, grabbed an entire deck of tarot cards, and pressed them against his body.

"You can only do it...... That's it......"

He thought silently.

However, in the next moment, the force of dragging himself behind his back disappeared.

The world around him seemed to be inverted by gravity, and Luo Wei's body spun around for a while, and then somehow, he suddenly felt like he was floating.

The body suddenly lightened, as if floating on the water.

The desire to survive made the groggy Luo Wei suddenly open his eyes.

Feel the air all around you!

He struggled at once, swimming toward a black-brown shore above the water.

He came to the shore with almost all his strength and struggled to climb to the shore.

Then he lay on the ground and vomited violently.

The surroundings were still filled with the smell of fish, and the air was muddy. Lowe only felt as if he was in some kind of slaughterhouse.

"Vomit ......"

Lowe squeezed his abdomen hard, spitting out the fluid in his lungs.

A pool of red liquid appeared on the ground, mixed with tiny bits of what appeared to be fingernails, hair, and some sort of body tissue.

Luo Wei's eyes were straight, and he couldn't even feel sick to his stomach.

I only felt that my vision began to ghost, as if there was some kind of noise with extremely low frequency pressure surrounding my ears, bombarding my eardrums.

He had begun to wonder whether he had "heard" the voice or not.

"Is this hell?"

He thought silently, climbed a distance, and rolled over and lay down in what appeared to be a boulder.

The back was touched by something slippery and elastic, obviously not stone, but Lowe didn't care about it anymore.

A sight appeared in his vision that he could not comprehend.

Red river.

Black shore.

Orange day.

And in the distance, under the canopy, the silhouette of some extremely huge "being" stretching out countless tentacles.

He could only see a faint silhouette moving.

The huge brain extends out of the torso made of tentacles, and the tentacles are like fingers, picking up something from the river of blood that extends into the distance, and placing it in front of him to observe and fiddle.

Although this association is very strange, he does think of some kind of ancient "embroidered girl" or "working girl".

But Lowe had no intention of looking at it anymore.

He felt that the frequency pressure in his ears had changed, and he faintly heard the murmuring.

This is not a good sign.

So he immediately closed his eyes, concentrated, and said with difficulty in a voice that was almost out of voice:

"Mysterious and mysterious, the door of all wonders."

The familiar sense of sublimation and distancing did not appear.

When Lowe opened his eyes, it was the same place in front of him.

Just when he was wondering, the scene began to produce some subtle change:

With his position as the center of the circle, a circle of white mist gradually rose on the ground around Luo Wei, steaming to encircle a nearby circular area.

Soon, a pattern emerged from the white mist.

The pattern became more and more obvious, and the black and white intertwined with soft and rounded curves to form the Tai Chi pattern he had ever seen.

"It's ......"

Luo Wei felt the voice in his ears gradually disappear, and realized that some kind of mysterious "field" was being generated around him.

…… Could it be that this is this place, and the illusion can only barely protect me?

Just when Lowe was thinking this, something happened that he couldn't understand.

He saw a golden hourglass-shaped container floating on the surface of this "field".

The shape of the container is simple and simple, and it looks old, but from the perspective of material, it is made of uncompromising gold.

"It's ...... Grail? ”

Lowe recognized it at a glance.

The holy grail that represents the element of "water" in the tarot.

"What's the situation?"

With the appearance of the first chalice, many golden cups broke through the earth, covering the Tai Chi pattern around Luo Wei's body.

This combination of Chinese and Western scenes made Luo Wei feel incredible.

Why is there a Holy Grail in Illusion?

And...... Is this an illusion or not?

In the midst of a thousand thoughts, Luo Wei suddenly realized that his tarot cards were missing.

His clothes had been corroded by the red river of blood, and the tarot cards he had used to stick to his body when he was in the river......

Wait a minute.

"Could it be that it was a fantasy that absorbed my tarot cards?"

Before Lowe could think about this possibility, the environment around him changed again.

Starting from the direction of the riverbank, the bright red cracks like blood vessels stretched out into the Tai Chi array covered with the Holy Grail.

“？！”

Luo Wei saw that these cracks seemed to be some kind of powerful water pipe, and Huo Ran began to suck liquid from the blood river!

The red river water frantically poured into the array, and at the mouth of the river where the crack began, a whirlpool had already formed.

It seems that Kuafu, who is thirsty day by day, is frantically sucking Jiangchuan Heze.

Lowe swallowed.

He lifted his hand and touched the nearest chalice.

The Holy Grail seems to grow on top of the Tai Chi Array. Lowe felt the challice's cup tremble slightly, as if a hungry predator was greedily absorbing everything.

There was a faint feeling in his heart - the illusion in his body, which was filled with some kind of "pleasant" emotion at this moment, and seemed to be very satisfied with this absorption.

Lowe was a little relieved.

At least he was sure that this situation was the result of the illusion, and he was obviously out of danger in a short period of time.

His tense nerves gradually relaxed, his eyes closed, and he fell asleep.

……

……

Standing at the top of one of the manor's walled pillars, Warrent solemnly pulled out a pair of monocles from his bosom.

After putting his glasses on, he gently unbuttoned his collar and pulled out a silver pendant necklace from inside.

He fastened the metal chain extending from the corner of the mirror to the necklace with a buckle, and then gently turned the frame to aim in the direction of the manor villa.

"Bright purple...... Level 6 magic fluctuations. Warrent's brow furrowed, "Inform the captain immediately!" ”

He took out his wand and raised his hand, whispering a short incantation.

The next moment, beams of bright purple and red burst out from the tip of the wand.

The light lasted for about ten seconds.

When it was over, Warrent took a deep breath and leaped into the night-filled Medwell Manor.

……