At this moment, this shelter in the dream is still extremely quiet.

Standing quietly in the middle of the passage he was so familiar with, his right hand maintaining the movement of holding the firearm, and his left hand in a virtual position, it seemed that all of Xiuge's movements had stopped at the moment of "pre-battle preparation".

His gaze was dull, the expression on his face, although solemn, was extremely empty, and there was no form of protection on his body.

In fact, as early as the moment Xiuge offered those rotten wyvern body fluids as a sacrifice, he had been dragged into a half-truth illusion - the changes in the "Roots of Destiny" in front of him were extremely real, they were indeed writhing their bodies now, and constantly trying to get close to Xiuge, but all the responses and preparations Xiuge had made before were only illusions that flashed in his mind.

"Click...... Click......"

In the dimly lit dream shelter, the eerie sounds of the Roots of Destiny mingle with the faint grinding sound of their writhing, making the psychedelic spectacle even more terrifying and eerie.

And when these "Roots of Fate" began to further threaten Xiuge's safety, on the other side of the shelter, the faceless chaotic humanoid was still slowly operating the computer in front of him, and he was even in the mood to hum some strange tune.

It seems that the deity didn't care much about what Shug had experienced in his dream shelter.

Or did he actually feel that he didn't need to care at all?

Ugly and hideous "Roots of Fate" coiled in front of and around Xiuge, and these ancient creations, apparently highly intelligent, cunning and insidious, were constantly testing the attitude of the owner of this dream shelter.

Finally, in the "acquiescence" of Theseus, these strange beings made of yellow and green twists finally could not hold back, they stretched out their strange limbs, the disproportionate "palms" slowly probed towards Xiuge, and the spiral serrated mouthparts began to turn outward in the rotation, and the disgusting long tongues drilled out of their cavities, and on this long tongue, there were eyes for snooping on their prey.

Disturb the prey's mind and mind, plunge it into despair, and after savoring its emotions carefully, it will be reduced to crumbs and fluids through slow and delicate gnawing and the corrosive effects of the terrifying acid......

This is how the Roots of Destiny hunt.

Through this process, they are not only able to use the "nutrients" of their prey to the extreme, but also store the power of their prey in their own organs to ensure the operation of the whole population and to nourish the rest of the newborn individuals.

Yes, they not only possess a high degree of intelligence, but also have a sense of society and ethnicity.

Within the roots, who use shared organs as their basic unit, they are able to share power, concepts, and knowledge, and they are even able to communicate and discuss with their own people through spirits at all times.

In a time long ago, these strange and powerful beings once occupied many corners of the world, and their exuberant race was able to completely dominate an entire swamp or lake, and although they were able to communicate with each other through spirits, they still chose to make their own "click" sound when discussing the despair of their victims, as if they were laughing collectively.

Now, they were making pleasant noises as they poked their eyed tongues everywhere, though the owner of the shelter seemed to have acquiesced in his actions, and they did not intend to kill their prey just like that.

Although the shelter saved the roots from dying out with the race, surviving on the shelter was no different from captivity to these creatures with sufficient intelligence and emotion.

Therefore, in the face of this rare "good meal", they must be enjoyed slowly.

At this moment, as the roots continue to release their powers, Xiuge, who is in the midst of illusion, begins to see more "branches of fate" based on their own experiences.

He saw that he was actually wearing the uniform of an officer of the Deran Kingdom, and there was still a river valley-level mage certificate issued by the Law Committee hanging on his chest, but above him, an incomparably huge Waterl magic airship was slowly crushing, and in the next moment, countless crystalline cannons installed on the airship roared, so he and his position were wiped out in the devastating cannon fire on the spot.

But this death is not the end.

In a trance, Xiuge found himself standing in the middle of the ruined streets of Salem, looking up, there was a tsunami-like black tide in all directions, it was daytime, but the sky was extremely dark and oppressive, he slowly looked up, but saw a huge black shadow hanging above his head, it was the black sun, and it was also a cold gaze cast from the abyss court.

Another wave of color, the dilapidated buildings and the clusters of children of the Abyss vanished, replaced by straight streets, drifting snowflakes, and people moving slowly.

Shug saw himself and the multitude of people marching on foot, and despite being in the background, the people in the group were thinly clothed, and some of them had even had their shoes robbed.

Everyone was bound by the shackles of the Demonic Silver, including Xiuge himself, and he could even see many familiar figures and faces beside him, and directly in front of him, a somewhat short-looking figure with somewhat sparse hair was holding his companion forward steadfastly.

Under the watchful eye of countless armed soldiers, this silent procession of prisoners was like a walking stone statue of silence, and they walked step by step into the distance, where it seemed to be the place of execution for the execution of prisoners.

The tendrils became more excited, and the individual who clearly had the status of "chief" felt the violently fluctuating and changing emotions of Shug, and it was happy and satisfied with this, so it quickly swung its limbs to drive away those who could no longer hold it and wanted to gnaw at Shug's body with its spiral serrations.

They need these intense emotions now more than mere eating, and only this kind of despair and pain from intelligent beings can truly nourish their race once again.

After driving away the obstructive individuals, the thickest of the tendrils poked out of the cavity with its long tongue, the eyes on the long tongue narrowed, and then the disgusting tongue rested gently on Huge's shoulder.

This is a right to be the head of a community.

When the victim's despair is at its peak, the leader of the root beard will connect with it, and it will substitute into the other's perspective, savoring the other's despair for the maximum enjoyment and satisfaction.

Soon, the Rootbeard Leader succeeded in gaining the "vision" of Shuge.

……

Crowded.

Shuge stood quietly at the edge of the crowd in the square.

He was already a little numb, and the successive visions of despair made Xiuge feel extremely tired, and although those fragments and images seemed fragmented, they were all able to bring him the most direct negative emotions.

They were so real, and they did seem to be some of the endings that were derived from the choices he had made in his fate, and with the slightest remaining ability to think, Shug was able to even ponder the true meaning behind those desperate scenes.

And now, the last scene he saw was more real than anything before.

There was still a huge black sun hanging in the sky, it was clearer than in the previous scenes, and when Hug raised his head to "look at it", he could even see the light and shadow flowing inside the huge black celestial body.

It made it look more like some kind of colossal pupil.

However, the central theme of this illusion was clearly not in the sky, and Xiuge lowered his gaze and looked at the gathered crowd once more.

It is a small town, and by its architecture, it seems to belong to some of the principalities of the plateau a little to the north, and in the center of the square stand two tall statues, one of which has been destroyed, and Shuge can only see the two legs of the figure left on the pedestal.

Next to it, another stone statue is relatively intact.

Xiuge looked at the figure in a daze.

He recognized the face of the figure, but now it was a little too tall compared to the prototype, and the face seemed to be more majestic, which was not exactly the same as the Frey Mayer in Shogu's impression.

Most of the people gathered in the square wore dark cloaks, and on top of the cloaks, they had a pattern similar to the black sun in the sky.

They excitedly discussed something, but Shug couldn't understand a word, and then the crowd was divided and a group approached the statue, noting that the men seemed to be carrying various tools, hammers, chisels, and even alchemical bombs used to mine stone.

“……”

He opened his mouth, but he couldn't make a sound, he could only watch as the men picked up their tools and began to smash the sculpture to the shouts of the onlookers, not only Meyer's statue, but also the mutilated sculpture with only two legs left.

But the quality of the sculptures was apparently excellent, and those who had come to believe in the Black Sun could not easily break the sculptures, so they began to drive away the surrounding crowd of onlookers and began to attach the alchemy bombs they carried to the base of the sculptures.

Shuge followed the crowd into the distance, and he sighed silently.

For some reason, what was happening in front of him did not bring him much emotional impact, this kind of familiar and absurd picture instead awakened more reason in Xiuge's heart, and a trace of anger beyond despair and pain sprouted at this moment.

Under this change in mood, the magical perception that had been isolated by the illusion was vaguely restored, so Xiuge slowly turned around and looked at a shadow standing silently behind him.

The man didn't look much different from the others in the square, except that he kept his head down and couldn't see clearly.

However, his intuition, and the rapidly revitalizing magical perception of the spiritual world, told him that this figure was the source of these painful visions.

Xiuge didn't speak, he slowly raised his right hand, and the touch of Calron, which had been forcibly isolated and weakened in the illusion, finally responded to Xiuge's call, and with the support of magic power, a pitch-black shadow surged out from the front of Xiuge's palm, and the sharp sword and the arthrops of different styles crushed towards the figure with a strong impact of magic.

The invisible force of impact destroyed the camouflage of the figure's clothes in an instant, and the original appearance of the twisted roots hidden beneath it was instantly revealed, and the turbid and strange yellow-green writhed for a while, accompanied by a terrifying scream, and the illusion that had been haunting Xiu's thinking finally began to crumble.

At the same moment, Xiuge heard the sound of an alchemy bomb being detonated in the center of the square behind him.

But he didn't look back.

For him now, that picture doesn't mean anything.

So Xiuge, who was standing in the middle of the shelter corridor, opened his eyes, his left hand was quickly raised, and the black skin instantly covered his palm, and the hideous pitch-black claws directly grabbed the ugly long tongue that had not had time to be withdrawn, and with the fierce retraction of the black claws, the tongue with countless eyeballs was cut into countless pieces on the spot.

The rest of the Roots of Fate managed to share the terrible pain from their leader, so they immediately took action, and at this moment, they broke away from the "tank" on which they depended, and the wings connected to their limbs quickly opened, and their long striped bodies flew directly into the air.

Immediately after, the horrible stench of acid and the sharp claws protruding from their palms fell on Xiuge's body from different angles.

"A bunch of garbage that survived from the old days...... It's really a face. ”

The anger that had accumulated in Xiuge's chest turned into a faint invective, and a large number of Calron's touches surged out, forming a strong fortress in Xiuge's body, and then, the extremely harsh order was poured directly into Xiuge's head of the running rat, and the figure of the giant rat immediately appeared, and three flexible and powerful long tails quickly rolled up, forcibly pulling down several fate roots hovering in the air, and then Snicky jumped up with grinning teeth, using his own weight to crush them on the spot.

The acid of the Roots of Fate was obviously extraordinary, and the-covered Touch of Calon was also unable to withstand their direct corrosion, but the moment the tentacles responsible for protecting Xiuge fell off, he had already reawakened the teeth of the hounds, and the roar of the court hounds had been faintly heard from the muzzle of the gun.

Xiug aimed ahead, where it was the drinking fountain that had been transformed into the "organ" of the root of fate.

He looked at those hovering and twisted figures, and said coldly: "Be obedient, although your strength can help me, it doesn't mean that I have to ...... See what I mean? ”

(End of chapter)