In the dark deep sea, a faint green flame suddenly crossed like a meteor, and the pressure and stagnation of hundreds of millions of tons of seawater seemed to nonexist, without making the "meteor" show the slightest sign of slowing down.

Ay traversed the deep-sea floating island with its pitch-black hue at lightning speed, and finally stopped in the center of the island, recondensing himself from the flames.

Duncan stepped out of the flames, floated in the water, and turned his head to look at the pigeon spirit flying around him.

Ai flew over and landed on her master's shoulder, tilting her head curiously: "What are you looking at?" ”

Duncan didn't speak, just stretched out his arm and rubbed the pigeon's head lightly, then turned to look at the huge "pillar" in the center of the island.

And now he was in front of it—the massive pillar that stood in his field of vision, stretching out from the top of the mountain in the center of the abyssal floating island, pointing almost straight upwards, as if it had run not only through the entire island, but even through the infinite dark depths, all the way to the "frost" above, to the sun-drenched world above the sea.

But it wasn't really an infinite extension – after getting close enough, Duncan finally saw more detail, and he noticed that the top half of the "pillar" came to an abrupt halt in the water.

It was very high, very high, and there seemed to be an abrupt breach there.

But before examining the fracture, Duncan first cautiously approached the middle of the pillar, observing its "skin" form.

Regular, dense, faintly visible complex and regular textures, and regular convex structures, this pillar like a huge tentacle presents a very orderly sense of "neatness" in the details, even ...... It's like some kind of industrial product.

Duncan hesitated, cautiously reaching out to the pillar—the shell's unformed hands and feet, but with the act of reaching out to touch the "pillar", the ends of his arms suddenly began to swell and squirm, and almost in the blink of an eye, they differentiated into the structure of the palm.

Is this a process of spontaneous overmolding under a specific stimulus, based on the "original template"?

Duncan thought subconsciously as he recalled the sensation of the eye structure splitting from the body's face, and at the same time, he felt his newborn fingers touch the dark exterior of the pillar.

A rough, cold touch came from the fingertips, as if rubbing against the rough cast iron, but ...... It seems to have a certain softness.

Duncan leaned closer, taking a closer look at the pillar's appearance.

Deep in the dull gray-black epidermis, some pale blue lines can be faintly seen, like blood vessels buried deep in the skin.

Duncan's heart moved, and he instantly thought of the "flesh" sample he had taken from the mouth of Captain Christo Barberly in the depths of the Obsidian.

The two look very similar in texture - this pillar standing in the deep sea is really the limb of the Dark Lord extending to the real world?

With a strange touch in his heart, Duncan stepped back a little, and his gaze slowly swept over the giant pillar.

It was certainly unrealistic to find the wound left by Captain Christo on such a huge structure, but that didn't stop Duncan from feeling a sense of respect for Captain Christo.

After a few minutes, Duncan began to swim towards the top of the pillar, aiming for the "fracture".

After a long time, he finally reached the location of the fracture, and the situation here was similar to what he had imagined.

The pillar did come to an abrupt halt here, as if it had been bitten off by some jagged tooth, and the edges of the fracture were undulating.

Inside the fracture, the gray-black inner wall is constantly concave, like a volcanic crater with a strange atmosphere.

Duncan floated near this "fracture", roughly estimating the size of the pillar from the scene in front of him, and quickly confirmed one thing-

If the "big hole" in the boiling gold mine was really the result of the erosion of a similar "pillar" or "tentacle", then the tentacle piercing into the city-state was definitely much smaller than the pillar in front of him, the former perhaps only one-fifth the size of the latter, or even less.

Is it because the "tentacles" piercing into the city-state are just the "power projections" of this deep-sea body? Or is it because the tentacle in the big hole is in the early stages of growth, and it would have continued to grow?

If the battle to defend the Frost fails, if you fail to destroy the mirror image of the Frost in the end, if the "pillars" in that large hole deep in the boiling gold mine continue to grow uncontrollably...... Will it eventually grow to break through the mine, or even break through the mountains above, and become a "giant pillar" that seems to run through the entire floating island, just like what it is looking at at you right now?

Is this what the mad Annihilists proclaim and pursue—"a grand blueprint for the restoration of the Lord's creation in the real world"?

These frightening conjectures popped through Duncan's mind for a moment, but then a glimmer of light suddenly flashed from the edge of his vision.

He looked sharply in the direction where the glimmer had appeared.

It is in the center of the "fracture", the deepest part of the sunken "crater".

Hardly hesitating, he immediately swam in that direction.

Beyond the jagged fractured "cliffs" at the edge of the pillar, past the dark mass that gradually receded towards the center, in the silent depths of the sea far from the civilized world, an abrupt flash of light became Duncan's only target, and he swam as fast as he could to the center of the pillar fracture.

But by the time he arrived, the flash was gone.

There was only a hollow darkness here, and the "ground" inside the fracture of the pillar was as cold as a rock.

Duncan floated in the water, frowning at the darkness, the empty place like a condensed, regretful ellipsis that had hidden the secret back in the depths of the veil.

Soon, however, he noticed that something was wrong in his field of vision.

Below me, in the center of the "fracture" of the pillar, the texture of the "ground" is vaguely strange, and it seems to feel a little ...... "fuzzy".

Yes, vague, as if it were not a solid substance, but really a curtain between the virtual and the real.

Duncan hesitated for a few seconds, and finally cautiously approached the strangely textured "ground", but before reaching out to touch the substance, he first condensed a small flame in his fingertips and threw it into the vague "curtain".

In case of indecision, the spirit fire opens the way - it never hurts to be more cautious.

The faint green spirit fire fell into the black "ground" almost in the blink of an eye, first disappearing like water seeping into the sand, and then the faint green fire began to appear in the darkness, and almost in the blink of an eye, the entire "ground" was blazing!

And with the flames burning, Duncan suddenly felt ...... Some kind of subtle "connection" is being established.

However, the connection did not point to the "huge pillar" under his feet, which seemed to be the tentacles of the ancient gods, but to a ...... There is a vague familiar atmosphere.

In the next second, he saw that the ground below had rapidly changed in the spread of the flames, and gradually transformed into some kind of mirror-like texture, and the mirror-like surface surged slightly in the firelight, like some kind of viscous and smooth liquid surface!

Duncan's heart moved, and then he followed the sensation of the flame to the surging, mirror-like "liquid surface", and reached out to touch its surface.

Rumble!

In the illusion, as if a loud noise exploded in his mind, like a stagnant time suddenly starting, like a heavy curtain suddenly tearing open, like a barrier roaring and collapsing at the boundary of reality, Duncan felt that he had crossed a certain boundary in an instant, and then, the "world" in front of him began to be filled with warm light.

The feeling of being wrapped in cold and heavy water suddenly disappeared, and the down-to-earth touch replaced the empty floating feeling of the previous second, and the warm light in front of him gradually softened, and with the gradual adaptation of vision, Duncan finally saw his surroundings clearly, and was stunned in astonishment.

He was in a gorgeous and bright room.

Lights poured from the chandelier on the roof illuminated the room's elaborate furnishings, court-style shelves and metal sculptures glowed softly in the light, and a large bed was placed in the center of the room, surrounded by translucent draperies, and in the depths of which seemed to be someone sleeping.

Duncan stared at the scene in amazement, then abruptly turned back to look behind him.

That seems to be the direction in which I "came".

He saw a distorted darkness.

The room seemed to vanish out of thin air before that boundary, and beyond the shattered walls and floors was a chaotic realm like a void space, and a chaotic stream of shadows and dim light undulated and flowed through that void, as if filled with truths and mysteries that would drive mortals mad, but as if it were just a meaningless void.

A word suddenly came to mind -

Subspace.

Duncan felt his heart (if the body had a heart) stop beating suddenly, he had never imagined that he would be standing in a shattered room, one step away from the chaotic lights and shadows of the subspace, and those hazy and chaotic lights and shadows seemed to be letting out a silent roar, conveying incomprehensible ...... to him in all kinds of frenzied words Knowledge and "truth".

Duncan raised his hand, cautiously reaching out into the darkness beyond the boundaries of the room.

He touched a hard, cold surface.

An invisible barrier between him and the subspace.

"You can't get through," a voice suddenly came from behind him, "you haven't really opened that door yet." ”

Duncan was startled and turned his head suddenly.

The veil around the ornate bed had been opened, and the man who was sleeping on the bed had woken up and looked silently.

Her long silver-white hair was scattered from her shoulders, and her purple eyes sparkled like jewels.

"Alice?"

(End of chapter)