The darkness enveloped his body like tentacles, and Martin seemed to tear and fall in the infinite space, and after being run over by a speeding train and hit by a huge flood peak, he entered a quiet area.

Martin appeared out of thin air in a canyon, it was night, but he could see a strange castle not far in front of him.

Surrounded by high walls, the castle is built to be thin and tall, each with a spire, and at the top is a bell tower with a high spire that reaches into the sky.

He looked up in the direction of the spire, where the moon should have been, but now it was entrenched in the middle of a huge black bud, its branches and leaves stretched outward, coiled and intertwined, and countless thorns pierced out wantonly, like a giant beast flowing pus and devouring life.

The most terrifying thing is that the black bud is now emitting a ghostly crimson halo, illuminating the canyon and the castle in the valley.

That's why he was able to see, but all the scenery was a pale shade of red.

The whole scene is like magnifying a rose in the valley, so big that people are afraid of its dark and hard thorns, so big that it feels like it is going to bloom with the sound of its lips and tongue squirming in the next moment, and then open its huge mouth full of fangs and fluid to devour people.

Martin was illuminated by this crimson halo, and his body was also covered with a layer of red, and the sight in front of him made him feel a little sick, and the violent and ferocious feeling gradually accumulated in his chest.

He exhaled slowly, slowly suppressing the violent emotion.

Martin couldn't remember why he was here, or even what he was doing in the moment before he was here, but he had a vague sense that there was something in the castle that attracted him.

He moved his legs towards the castle and leaned forward to move, only to move a large position forward.

He was a little surprised that he could move through the void without the help of anything, and he began to try to grasp the size of the advance according to his own will.

After becoming familiar with the way to move and the technique of moving, he gradually approached the outer edge of the castle, which was the wall.

He took control of his body and slowly drifted closer to the wall, which he found much taller than he had imagined.

Many, much more.

The wall was made up of countless huge stones, densely packed, and dozens of layers of stones were stacked on top of each other, and the wall was like a giant, blocking the castle from the rear.

After seeing the grandeur of the wall, Martin was somewhat glad that he could now move in mid-air, and if he was on the ground, he couldn't think of a way to climb over the wall.

"Woo woo woo ......"

Just as he could make out the outline of the rock on the wall, a miserable whimper suddenly came from the otherwise silent atmosphere around him.

The moment he heard the voice, Martin's cold hairs stood on end, and he froze in place, his face turning pale.

Combined with the blood red in front of him, the suppressed fury turned into fear and instantly climbed up his back and head, and his scalp was cold.

Steady, he began to search for the source of the sound, and finally, he found a man sitting on the inner edge of the wall not far from him.

A woman in a white robe, with blond hair and wings on her back.

She turned her back to Martin, her head bowed slightly, and that's where the whimpering sound came from.

"Angels?"

Martin couldn't make out what she looked like or how she looked, but he was sure by his physical features that it was a legendary "angel".

Once again, this shattered his perception.

Although he had already come into contact with some strange creatures, such as Stanley's one-eyed [Order token], the eccentric [Treasure token] under the Fat Gentleman, and the ugly creature in the [Scream Tent] that regarded itself as its mother, and even now a giant dog, Angels and Demons were legendary creatures that he never thought he would be able to see with his own eyes.

But why do angels weep?

The holy wings and white robes eased his fears a little, but he knew it might be an illusion, so he quietly reversed course to bypass the "weeping angel".

Martin calmed his breath and moved as far away as he could from the being, and after a long circle, he finally crossed the wall and entered the wall.

Martin breathed a sigh of relief when he began to see the castle clearly, and no longer heard the terrible whimpering.

By this time, he was more and more sure that he had just made the right choice, he didn't have any powerful items to use other than the twin flames at hand, and he didn't know how he would deal with it if the angel was hostile.

He couldn't afford to take that risk.

"It's finally safe."

Martin whispered, and looked back at the "Weeping Angel" in the distance.

His current position was already inside the walls, so he could still see the front of the angel despite the distance.

He was also a little curious about what the angel was like.

A little away, he could vaguely recognize Him with his hands over his face, looking down in a weeping appearance.

"I can't see my face..."

Martin was a little lost.

But he didn't want to see it any more, so he turned around and drifted towards the castle.

Then Martin realized that he couldn't turn his head.

Not only his head, but also his body, his fingertips, and his eyelids, all of which were out of control.

Like a sculpture that had just become self-aware, he felt his body stiffen and stiffen.

Immediately afterward, he noticed the "weeping angel" in his sight and moved.

He stood up from the edge of the wall, then continued to hide his face and floated over.

It was far away at first, but it was getting closer.

That was until Martin could faintly hear a whimper.

Until the whimpering sound became clearer and clearer.

Until Martin could see every fold in his robes and every feather on the wings behind his back.

"Woo woo woo ......"

A poignant voice surrounded Martin, his eyes getting drier and dryer, and his stiff limbs began to tremble involuntarily.

The "Weeping Angel" came to Martin.

He stood, his head bowed, and his face-hiding hands were gradually lowered.

Just as he was about to raise his head to greet Martin, Martin felt as if his head had been torn apart suddenly, and a voice that could not distinguish between men and women, old and young, appeared in his ears out of thin air.

"§ Sisina § !"

The moment the voice sounded, the "Weeping Angel" trembled, her head began to shake rapidly, then her hands covered her face again, and in the blink of an eye, it flashed several meters away, then appeared far away and then disappeared, and the third time she appeared back to where she was at the beginning, as if she had never moved.

The sound of crying was gone, and a familiar sense of madness began to eat away at Martin's brain, and he covered his head, and after a brief moment of surprise, he was swallowed by a great pain, and he felt his head being swallowed and chewed by something.

Opening his eyes again in a flash, he gasped for breath, and for a moment felt like he was covered in sweat, and then found himself in a familiar place.

He came to the table.

The beautiful woman with blond hair sat across from him, shaking her glass of red wine and whispering to him:

"You look like you're having nightmares."