"Squeak!"

With a slight cry, Shuge awoke from his short sleep.

In the illusion created by the Roots of Fate, he slowly propped himself up, picked off the magic mouse that was lying on his chest and woke him up, and coughed lightly twice.

Shog was inevitably damaged by the previous bombardment by the Descendants of the Abyss, and although he eventually managed to escape from the encirclement with the help of the large illusions of the Roots of Fate, the loss of magic and spirit was still a bit drastic, so he had to find another place to rest.

Now, he was hiding in the ruins of an inconspicuous building, and the Descendants of the Abyss were moving just a wall away from him.

Shuge adjusted his body posture a bit, and then his gaze looked beyond the crumbling low wall next to him to the sky in the distance.

"Huh?"

At the moment when he saw the colors in the sky, Xiuge's brows were directly furrowed, because he found that there was not only one magic signal floating in the distant sky, and after carefully counting it, there were more than four different signals floating at the same time, one of which was probably due to the short preparation time and strong disturbance by the magic power, although the flight altitude was limited, the color was already very light, and the other three signals were very stable, obviously released by professional mages.

After a few seconds, Xiuge quickly recognized the signals.

The faintest signal, which could dissipate in the air at any time, came from the central area near Salem City, where it belonged to the outpost of the Tricolor Brotherhood from the location, the magic signal was dark purple, and there were obvious traces of the magic of the Abyss, and its caster was obviously a member of the Black Sun Society, judging by the shape of the signal and the traces of panic, the outpost was probably in danger, and even now it should have been destroyed.

Shuge didn't think that these bandits and bandits, improvised by the Tricolor Brotherhood, had the ability to build a line of defense that could effectively stop the heirs of the Abyss.

Especially when they are facing the current heirs of the abyss.

Shug could even imagine the horror of these creatures as they saw the strange army of pitch-black slime closing in on them and unleashing the magic of the Abyss.

But his mood didn't fluctuate much, which was a plan he had in mind when he first took control of the group as the Black Sun Society and the Mage Birva.

A plan that seemed rather cruel, but which Shuge felt was reasonable.

Through a series of means, the survivors of Salem City were completely divided into two groups, one group of personnel with Iris Street and the Law Council branch as the core, and the other group of bandits with the Tricolor Brotherhood as the main backbone, for the latter, Xiuge lacked a favorable opinion from the beginning, although some of these people did choose to compromise in order to survive or hinder the form.

But in this hellish environment, now that the choice has been made, there is naturally not much room for turning back and arguing.

Faced with the predicament of the city of Selen, Xiuge naturally planned according to a set of ideas that may not be 100% correct, but simple and straightforward, and he thought that since those people had survived by persecuting and plundering other survivors in the past, they should now naturally pay and ensure the survival of more people.

The only thing that worries Hug in this plan is that in the final moments, the members of the Tricolor Brotherhood may move or attack in the direction of the other survivors' camps, but the establishment of the Emergency Committee and the weapons brought in from outside the city have wiped out this risk.

Now, the real source of danger in the city of Salem is still the children of the Abyss who have evolved at a high speed driven by the magic of crisis and mutation.

With the exception of the magic signals from the Tricolor Brotherhood outpost, several other signals were farther away.

Two of them rose near the southern gate of the city, one was bright yellow and in a regular straight line, symbolizing that the transfer of personnel was almost complete, and the other was a standard signal set by the Legislative Committee to indicate that "everything is ready".

If the former symbolizes the successful completion of the first phase of the evacuation operation, then the latter clearly means that the members of the Emergency Committee have begun to take over the camp, and although Xiuge is skeptical about the ability and attitude of these people, it at least shows that the Emergency Committee has not abandoned the city of Salem, and that the evacuation plan they had prepared is indeed advancing.

That's definitely good news.

And that last magic signal is the most special and complex.

It fluttered slowly near the Dharma's premises, the dark green lines moving slowly through the air, its trajectory forming an irregular ripple and then drawing a circle, the traces of the magic signal distorted slightly due to the constant movement of magic in the environment, but Xiuge could still make out the specific meaning.

Xiugue's brow furrowed, for the mark was clearly a combination of two signals of different meanings.

The first half means that something unexpected has happened in the experiment.

However, the second half of the test is being expanded and will be used eventually.

Combined with the signals from the last Legislative Council residence, it is not difficult for Siuge to conclude that Giustina's experiment did indeed continue, but that it clearly went in some unpredictable direction, which is called an accident.

But in the end, perhaps because of the daring adventure, or perhaps because of luck, the experiment that should have been terminated eventually had an effect, that is, Justina and other scholars decided that the final result of the experiment would be able to influence and control the Descendants of the Abyss.

"At the end of the day, I still hate variables...... It's just that there are variables everywhere right now. ”

Xiuge shook his head helplessly.

He found that he still enjoyed dealing more with guys like Felix, who was a rigorous and sharp machine when it came to carrying out orders and chasing targets, and was nimble enough to be seen from the planned transfer that had been completed ahead of schedule.

However, such a person can always have good intentions towards others, and while achieving goals, he will not abandon others at will, and regard others as bargaining chips and costs.

In contrast, scholars like Justina are more like powerful but extremely unstable alchemy bombs.

It does work, but it's also terrifying to hold in your hand.

Even if Xiuge has the power of the Destiny Root to assist and guide, such a process is still inevitably fraught with a lot of risks.

Just as Xiuge was thinking about which direction he should go next, he suddenly heard the shouts of "human" not far away, and the content of these voices turned out to be his own name.

Now in the city of Selen, the only ones who have the power to shout freely in the streets are the children of the abyss.

Shuge cautiously leaned out of the ruins, and then he saw that a dozen paces away from him, there were some slime figures slowly moving, compared to the past, the outlines of these figures were very clear, and these Abyss Descendants even imitated the details of their bodies and clothes according to the memories of their victims, the movement habits when walking, the tone of voice when calling Shug's name, and even the specific accent differences......

For a moment, Hug really thought that there were many real people calling out his name.

At this time, the leader of the Root of Destiny, who was responsible for maintaining the cover of the illusion, said, "Master, their growth rate is still accelerating, but they still have no way to see through the illusion we have created, so they have never been able to confirm your location. ”

"How long have they been like this?"

"It's just getting started...... There's a good chance they've already identified that you're nearby and will choose to use this method to get your attention. ”

Destiny Root said in the tone of a wise man: "We believe that these 'defective products' probably want to talk and communicate with you, and they think that just escaping and chasing cannot solve the current predicament...... Otherwise, with the number of their species, they would be able to completely cover the entire area. ”

"Other than that, we can't draw any more inferences for the time being, and this is the most likely one."

As if to confirm the accuracy of the words of the Roots of Fate, in the next moment, Xiuge witnessed a more "shocking" picture.

The walking figures are constantly differentiating, and there is one individual that stands out from the shaking figures.

It was a bumpy female figure, the flowing abyssal slime even mimicking her long swaying hair, and Xiuge couldn't help but frown the moment he saw the figure, and when the figure spoke, the familiarity immediately intensified.

"Schug Ernst, Mr. Ernst! You're around here, right? Please come out and don't hide from me anymore......"

At this moment, Xiuge felt his temples jerk twice.

He recognized the voice, it was the same lady who used to work at the Peace Newspaper and had a little meaning for herself, and always tried to "hint", it seemed that this lady with a good background and a relatively prosperous life had also not survived the disaster in the city of Seren, and everything she had was now owned by the heirs of the Abyss.

Of course, it is impossible for Xiuge to show up, and it is a little funny to think about it, in this world, Miss Qili has managed to become the first case that Xiuge can't help but avoid after her death.

After a while, the "Miss Qili" began to walk in the other direction, but she didn't go far, she turned around and walked back again, and her mouth continued to call for Xiuge, which made Xiuge directly think of the "resentful woman" who was abandoned by her partner.

This call that made Xiuge feel very uncomfortable lasted for a while, as if he felt that he could not get a response from Xiuge in his current identity, and the group of Abyss heirs who had incarnated as Miss Qili returned to their original form, but then, the pitch-black slime began to reorganize again.

Gradually, the silhouette of a young man appeared in Xiuge's line of sight.

"Shug, you can hear me, can you?"

A familiar voice echoed not far away: "We haven't seen each other for a long time, don't you want to say a few words to me?" ”

At this moment, Xiuge's gaze and expression became gloomy.

Of course, Hug recognized the silhouette and the sound.

It's just that he really didn't expect that he would see his "old friend" again in such a form in Seren City.

Even Putlin himself would not have imagined that after he participated in the assassination of Prince Havid and died as a result, the corpses he left behind in the streets still did not escape the children of the abyss that swept along the streets.

Now, these mutilated creations from the court of the Abyss have become the carriers of his last traces.

"Don't say it, it's ironic."

Shuge stared at the figure swaying in the broken street for two seconds, then smiled silently, and when the disturbed emotions had calmed down, he slowly walked out of the ruins under the power of the illusion.

The walking children had no way to see through the false illusions that hung over Hug, and in their perception and the human-like vision, Hug's position was always empty, so Hug slowly walked between these dangerous figures, and after bypassing several figures in his way, he came to the "Putrin".

Shug stopped, he quietly looked at the familiar figure in front of him who was still trying to call for him, but he didn't attack - for the children of the abyss, the erasure of individual individuals was meaningless, and the traces of the dead had been permanently preserved in the vast memory warehouse of the children of the abyss, which was in a way their real graveyard.

"It seems that even the so-called fate wants me to be able to say goodbye to you here...... What kind of boring screenwriter is this to like to write this kind of bridge? I'd love to shoot him in the head. ”

At this point, all the colors of the magic signals in the sky had completely faded.

It was an oppressive, bleak late winter, and the sun had faded so early, and under the rolling clouds, Siug brushed past the apparitions of the past, ignoring the constant cries behind him, and hurried resolutely towards the south of the city of Salem.

Now that the mission of involving the Descendants of the Abyss has ended, he needs to rush to the camp where the hopes of countless survivors have been pinned.

It would become the most important battlefield in his absurd journey.

(End of chapter)