Ever since leaving the top of the mountain, Vanna and Maurice have been battling the "fakes" that keep popping up in the fog - they don't remember how many elemental monsters they have eliminated along the way, but one thing is clear, no matter how many they kill, these monsters will always be quickly replenished from the fog.

It is useless to simply destroy these copies.

Morris stared at the fog, a faint silver light flowing under his eyes from time to time, and he traced the flashes of thought that happened to appear in the fog, trying to determine where the controllers behind the monsters were.

After a moment, he suddenly looked up in a certain direction: "This way."

Vanna immediately reached out and grabbed it in the air, condensed a new greatsword from the ubiquitous mist, and walked ahead of Morris.

They walked through the fog, through deserted streets, barely orienting nearby buildings by the dim streetlights around them, and from time to time distant voices could be heard—sometimes the city-state guards fighting monsters, sometimes strange whistling and roaring, sometimes even a cry for help that seemed close at hand.

But where the cries for help were heard, there was always only black mud surging through.

The fog was flowing, and the outlines of the buildings in the fog seemed to flow with it, and those hazy and blurred outlines seemed to come to life, the towers in the fog turned into flesh giants, the roofs spread out huge tentacles and eye handles, and even the street lamps on both sides gradually began to shake, and the dark lampposts bent down like soft plants, and the lights turned into cloudy yellow eyes.

At that moment, a low, soft prayer suddenly came from the front, interrupting Morris's thoughts and quickly returning the scene in front of him to its original state.

Vanna whispered a prayer, cascading waves of light spreading outward around her, disturbing the fog.

"Beware, there's something in the fog that can disturb people's sanity in a thousand ways," said Vana without looking back at the end of the prayer, "We've been in this fog for too long."

"Actually, it doesn't have much effect," Morris said casually, "and the occasional auditory hallucinations are the norm for me, and I'm used to it."

「······ The next time I talk to Heidi, I should talk to her about your health attitude."

The corners of Morriston's mouth twitched, and he wanted to say something, but at this moment, a flowing mist suddenly drifted from the side, and he only felt that his vision was in a trance for a moment, and then there was no trace of Vanna in front of him.

The old scholar immediately stopped, and while alerting his surroundings, he called out, "Vanna?"

The fog was silent, and no one here responded to his call.

Morris's nerves tensed a little as he looked around quickly.

At some point, there was only a pale fog all around, and the buildings that could barely be seen in the fog were gone, and even the dim street lamps had disappeared from view, and in the depths of this pale chaos, he suddenly saw something.

It was a huge shadow, like a huge tower, but if you looked closely, you could see that it was swaying and wriggling slightly, it seemed to be the tentacle of some kind of huge sea monster, reaching out from the sky to the earth, licking the things on the earth—Maurice was unconsciously attracted by the hazy outline of the huge tentacles, and he stared at it, as if he could draw truth and mystery from its terrifying shadow

The next second, Morris frowned and shook his head.

There's no truth to this thing, it's just some kind of demagogic illusion.

"Huh?"

Suddenly there was a voice in the fog, as if someone was surprised, Morris instantly looked in the direction where the sound came from, and he saw that the huge illusion in the distance had disappeared, and a tall, thin figure was coming out of the fog.

"It's surprising that you're unaffected." The tall, thin figure became solid, and it was a middle-aged man in a dark blue coat and holding a large black book in his hand, and behind the middle-aged man, a pitch-black chain extended from his neck bone into the air, and at the end of the chain floated a jellyfish that rose and contracted like smoke

Morphic organisms.

Morris didn't say anything, just stared at the annihilation cultist who lived in symbiosis with the "soot jellyfish", full of energy

Attentively vigilant of all movements of the other party.

"Don't be so nervous, old man, I don't really mind talking to you, anyway, the final day of Coming has come, and I have a lot of time now," the middle-aged man laughed, his tone unexpectedly calm, "I'm really curious why you weren't affected after witnessing the Lord's gesture - you can see those visions, which means that your spiritual vision is indeed sufficient, but you ...... Aren't you crazy?"

"I'm sorry, but I've always been mentally healthy, and I'm not going to be thrown into chaos by some demagogic vision," Morris said calmly, silently chanting in his mind the name of Rahhem, the god of wisdom, "Where have you taken my companion?"

"Don't worry about others yet, old man, you ...... now."

No sooner had the cultist said than Morris suddenly stared at him, and he raised his hand to the opposite side: "Lomonosov's inequality group!"

The huge amount of knowledge was compressed into words, and the massive amount of information was poured into the target's thinking process, and the figure of the cultist shook instantly, as if he lowered his head in pain.

But just as Morris was about to unleash a second thought blast, a strong sense of vigilance suddenly sounded in his heart, and he suddenly closed his mouth and tried his best to contain his thoughts—and almost at the same time, he saw the cultist suddenly raise his head with a hint of mockery in his eyes.

The thought bombardment recoiled, and Morris instantly felt a wave of vertigo - fortunately, he reacted in time, and the vertigo was not serious.

"I'm sorry," the cultist spread out his hand and looked mockingly at the old scholar, "I don't seem to be too afraid of this......

"Boom!"

Before the cultist could finish speaking, the smoke jellyfish floating behind him had begun to shrink violently, and the next second, with the sudden expansion of the jellyfish, a huge black fireball appeared in front of the cultist - the fireball roared in the air, and the next second it smashed the position where Morris was standing!

The black smoke was filled, and even the surrounding fog trembled violently, and the Annihilation Cultist looked at the smoke that had not yet dissipated, and shook his head regretfully: "So many 'bodies', wiped out by the impact of the mind, you think I will show up unprepared? Unfortunately, knowledge does not equal wisdom."

"Dang-click!"

The sound of something falling to the ground interrupted the cultist's self-talk, and his eyes widened instantly, and he summoned the power of the wind with a spell to blow away the black smoke - a shattered prism appeared before his eyes.

The fractured surface of the prism still has a vague phantom of Morris.

"Prism? "The Deception of Optics"?! 「

The cultist reacted suddenly, and the next second he looked in a nearby direction, and at about the same time, the figure of Morris had already appeared in the originally empty clearing.

The figure raised his right hand to him, and in a slow, clear tone, spoke word for word, "McAfeni conjecture and proof."

However, this time, the cultist who lived in symbiosis with the soot jellyfish didn't even shake his body, he didn't hide it, he directly reached out and grabbed the floating chain behind his neck, and stared at the old scholar not far away while absorbing the power of the ghostly demon: "I'm really sorry, in fact, I graduated from the Department of Mathematics of the Central University of the Moko City-State......

"Click".

The crisp sound of the bolt moving suddenly came to his ears, and another figure of Morris appeared directly behind the cultist, a revolver directly against the back of the latter's head.

"Bang!"

After a gunshot, the corpse with a big brain fell in response, and the ghostly demon that lived with it roared and quickly dissipated.

"Didn't you say you graduated from college earlier."

The old scholar blew on the muzzle of the gun and shook his head as he put away his pistol, and across from him, the figure of another "Maurice" dissipated like morning dew, and where the phantom vanished, a small crystal prism fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.

Maurice looked at the crumbs with some pain

The cracked prism glanced at it, and lowered his head and poked the cultist's corpse with his cane with disdain.

"Wasted two of my prisms - and your college diploma."

As he spoke, the fog around him suddenly began to flow again, and the scenery in the fog changed rapidly, and the silhouettes and lights of the buildings that had disappeared once again appeared in Maurice's field of vision, and then he saw Vana running quickly from the side.

"Are you alright?!" Before she could get closer, Vanna nervously spoke, "You just disappeared······

"I thought you were gone," Morris waved his hand, "It looks like some kind of temporary illusion······ Wait a minute."

He suddenly remembered something, and as he spoke, Vanna suddenly stopped a few meters away.

"Let's make sure it's true." The two spoke in unison.

Then they looked at each other and said in unison, "Lost Country!"

"It seems to be true," Morris nodded after making sure there were no abnormalities on either of them, "It doesn't hurt to be cautious."

Vanna immediately found the body of the cultist lying on the ground, and her eyes changed slightly: "You solved this?"

"I met a highly educated," Morris nodded, "and I had an academic exchange, but luckily I had a better idea to solve the problem."

Vanna: "......?"