Start praying—to your Lord.

The brain in the crown of bones suddenly twitched, and the "saint" suddenly sensed great danger and terror from these words—it did not know what the nature of this fear was, but the warning of dark fate weighed down on its subconscious like a mountain!

It struggled violently in an instant, and its strong will even broke through the layers of prohibitions set up by the witch in its body for a short time, and the bone spurs at the edge of the bone cage began to make a clicking sound, and with this brief loosening of the prohibition, its perception finally recovered further, and finally perceived its surroundings - sensing the familiar aura of the Holy Land Island.

It realized where it had been taken, and in that moment, a deep despair enveloped its already madly deformed mind like night!

"Holy Land!" The terrifying brain swelled and contracted violently, and the air around it trembled, letting out cascading and frenzied roars, "Holy Land! You have defiled the Holy Land! You heretics...... The Lord will punish you, and none of you will be able to escape! ”

Duncan and Lucretia just looked at the furious "saint" with blank faces, and after a moment, Duncan raised his right hand, his palm held a flame, the edge of the flame jumped, and the wisps of flame fell to the surface, some of them spread towards the dark stone door, and the other part silently spread to the feet of the saints, and began to burn slowly.

It wasn't until the flames began to spread that Duncan broke his silence: "Two things, first, that your 'Holy Land' does not need to be defiled by others - your foolish people have dug through the surface and awakened the flesh of the Old Gods, and they have now 'returned to the Holy Lord' as they wished, in every sense of the word.

"Second, I don't care what your Lord thinks about this, but I do have something to talk to your Lord about—so start praying, I'm afraid this is the only time in your life that you can really share the sorrows of the 'Dark Lord,' and from a personal point of view...... This will make you feel a little better in the rest of the world. ”

The flames spread, and the green spirit fire gradually climbed up the huge black stone door, and the flames seeped into the ravines on the stone door like water, burning on its surface, making the whole door seem to shake and shake as if it was about to come to life, and another flame ignited the bones and arthropods of the "saint", and began to burn towards its whole body!

A fear of ablation along with the soul swept over the monster's mind, and the latter struggled for an instant, but the witch's restraint suppressed all its resistance in the blink of an eye, and it could only watch the flames spread, but compared to the pain felt by the body, another more terrible, darker "touch" made it desperate—

It felt itself in contact with the dark stone door, a deeper and more incomprehensible "connection" than physical contact was taking shape, it felt itself gradually becoming a part of the gate, a part of the world behind the gate—its consciousness, its memories, all its intellect and what it could use to maintain its "self", was becoming that door...... Data......

In the trance, there was a hollow voice echoing, it was a strange low hum, and on the edge of crumbling consciousness, the saint felt the part of his personality stand up again from this deformed and twisted body, it felt its hands and feet again, it felt the texture of its breath, it felt the sound of shaking the eardrums—those parts of the human being that it had voluntarily abandoned, as if it had returned to this world in the unreal.

"Pray to Your Lord ......"

A voice vibrated and echoed in his consciousness, causing him to raise his head in a trance and dazedness, but the subconscious resistance was still there, which made him clench his teeth and try to get rid of the influence of the voice—but the voice kept coming, trembling in all directions, even trembling in his own subconscious—

"Pray to Your Lord ......"

He lifted his eyes in the darkness and saw the magnificent black gate standing in front of him, like the beginning and end of all things, the surface of the gate creeping and rippling, like a pool of water wrinkling, and between the rippling glimmers, he saw countless images that had been blurred and broken—

He had studied in the city-state, he had been busy walking through the streets like a normal man, he had longed for many things, and he was swallowed up by a greater emptiness the moment he received them, he had perceived the falsehood of his body in his wanton indulgence, he had been briefly enlightened in the baptism of blood—he saw his first victim, a young body lying quietly in a bloodletting trough, making one last convulsions, and he saw his last victim, The remainder of the humanoid remains only a pair of eyes filled with fear and despair, and in the eyes reflects a powerful, transcendent shell......

And all of this is gradually being swallowed up by the black door—everything he is as a human, everything he is inhuman, everything he has experienced, everything he has escaped...... It is gradually being uploaded to the source......

"Pray to your Lord."

Next to the black door, a giant full of starlight overlooked, the giant had no facial features, countless bright stars flowed in TA's body, dazzling star clusters and dim cloud bands outlined TA's indescribable face, TA bent down slightly, a tentacle-like galaxy extended, flowing to the eyes of the saints, the front of the tentacles that flashed starlight opened silently, and countless eyes flickered in the starlight, examining the souls of the saints.

Beside the Starlight Giant, the Black Gate slowly opened, and a tower-like entity, surrounded by countless giant tentacles, was casting a glimpse of the earthly world.

Why refuse to pray? The Lord is there...... He cast billions of merciful glances.

A great touch opened the heart of the saint—he finally forgot where he had come from, what he had to do, and he bent down before the mighty presence, and prostrated himself to the ground, and whispered, "Lord......"

The dark green flames rose into the air, and the dark stone door instantly turned into a layer of slightly rippling pitch-black mirror—in the undulation of the mirror, a vast world could be vaguely seen in its depths.

Duncan turned his head and saw that the crumpled black wreckage was burning silently in the clearing in front of the black door, its vitality had faded, but what was left of the wreckage ...... It looks like it can burn for a long time.

"The saints are indeed more resistant to burning."

He sighed casually, and his gaze turned to the "black door" that was rippling like a mirror—on the other side of the door, the breath of Shirley and Ah Dog was still moving, and it became clearer and clearer.

He stepped forward and touched the pitch-black mirror with his fingers, which rippled but didn't feel any touch from his fingertips.

It's like a phantom.

"This is the gateway to the deep sea?" Morris couldn't help but lean forward, frowning while carefully observing the black door, "It looks ...... It's somewhat similar to the 'rift' opened by the Dark Demon, but it's significantly more stable......"

"Essentially, this is a rift opened by a ghostly demon - that saint is already a ghostly demon, and of course it has the ability to open a passage to the deep sea," Duncan said casually, "All I did was force the crack down once it opened the door, and use the nature of the 'connection point' in this cavern to position the gate as close as possible to Shirley and Dog - and now I can feel that the two of them are somewhere opposite." ”

As he spoke, he looked at Alice beside him, as well as Maurice and Lucrecia opposite, and had a plan in his heart.

"Alice, you and I walk through the gate together, Maurice and Lucy, you stand guard outside the door."

"Don't you need me to go in with you?" Lucrecia immediately said with some concern.

"No," Duncan shook his head, "I'm not here to fight, I'm just here to find someone and talk to the Dark Lord, and it doesn't make much of a difference to bring one more person or less - but this side of the gate needs to be guarded." ”

Speaking of this, he paused, and added as he pondered, "This crack will be open for a long time, and before we return, some ghostly demons will definitely be aware of this passage, and something will run out of the gate - so you and Morris need to stay here." And not only this gate, but the whole Holy Land Island may also have some changes because of this rift, so you have to inform Vanna and the people of the Deep Sea and the Church of Death, and then until the gate is closed, there may be many 'guests' around here. ”

Listening to her father's arrangement, Lucrecia's expression gradually became serious, and she nodded slightly:

"I see—Mr. Morris and I will guard this place."

Duncan nodded, didn't say anything more, just turned and waved to Alice.

"Hold me and don't let go in the middle." He whispered to the puppet who came along.

Alice nodded at once, reached out and grabbed Duncan's arm tightly, but there was a smile on her face—there was no nervousness in that smile, but a very happy one, as if it were ...... She wasn't going to a place that would be horrific to ordinary people, but to follow the captain on an outing.

"Aren't you afraid?" In front of the undulating and wriggling black mirror, Duncan noticed the smile on Alice's face and couldn't help but ask softly.

Alice smiled happily: "Don't be afraid! ”

"Okay."

Duncan nodded, and walked through the black door with the doll without hesitation.

A wonderful feeling came over me.

As if stepping over a layer of illusory fog, there was no blockage, no discomfort, only a slightly cool breath quickly emerged and faded instantly, this was only a short moment, but it seemed to cross an infinitely long tunnel in the blink of an eye-

Alice's eyes widened in amazement, and she clutched the captain's arm, seeing many streamers flickering in front of her, but more surprised than the wonderful streamers, she seemed to "hear" something.

While walking through the "tunnel", when she was heading to the other side, a voice came directly into her head-

"Verify identity, ¥#@¥&%&...... Pass;

"Identity verification, LH-03, Pilot III, passed."

(Push time, from the group of friends Tata, the title of the book is "The Sand Confusing Star and the Iron Oasis", the type is highway text, emmmmm...... According to the author's own recommendation, is it the story of the white-haired Lori driving a huge vehicle in the desolate apocalyptic world? ）

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