The Abyss is such a wonderful and strange world.

Although Hug had seen the landscape countless times before, through the Mirror Emissary, the Court Hound, and the many chaotic memories given by Theseus, it was only when he actually set foot at this time that he truly felt the absurdity and horror of this world.

According to Theseus, the wasteland he is in now has no exact name within the Abyss.

Generally speaking, it will only be called "wasteland".

Or, it can be seen as a "garbage dump" and a "corpse pit" of the abyss.

During the countless great hunts launched by the Abyss Court, the remains of the victims who had been kidnapped, plundered, and preyed upon by greedy creatures were gnawed and sucked away before being abandoned here at will.

Because there is no definite concept of time in the Abyss, the corpses are often able to remain in the wasteland for a long time, and during this time, they will naturally become part of the entire "ecology" of the Abyss.

Attracted by these delicious residues, the lowly races that have been dormant in the abyss for many years tend to emerge from the nest, gathering together and collecting as much as possible from the soul-drained corpses of their own beings - they are not capable of actively preying or devouring their prey in normal times, and often have to rely on the detritus of other races to fight and die to sustain their existence.

Therefore, for them, the huge amount of "garbage" produced by each big hunt is a feast that they cannot ask for.

It is not only the "cleaners" at the bottom of the abyss who will be drawn here, but also the gloomy skies and rugged grounds, where there will also be a variety of scavengers, including many chelicers and hounds that have not yet formed and are out of the group.

And the aggregation of these individuals will also attract more dangerous existences.

"It's all about where you can let your imagination run wild...... After all, the races and creatures in the abyss are never fixed, and even chelae and hounds can change for various reasons. ”

While Hug was busy with the hill in front of him, Theseus once again began to educate the abyss.

Unlike the Riddler habits of other topics, Theseus was noticeably more expressive and accurate when talking about the Abyss.

That strange tone reminds him of even the hospitable people who take their friends on a tour of their hometown.

Xiuge turned his head to look at the sky, but saw that the dangerous black "clouds" seemed to become more intense, and in Xiuge's magical vision, they were constantly taking on various indescribable distorted forms, and in those deep darkness, there seemed to be countless green points of light flickering and shaking.

Those are their "eyes", the eyes that are used to observe their surroundings and look for their prey.

"I don't quite understand how the creatures and races in the Abyss can survive if the 'Great Hunt' has really stopped for a long time? Wouldn't they...... Uh, starvation? ”

"Well, good question."

Theseus' voice was so lazy that Hug could even imagine the creature leaning back in his chair with his legs crossed.

Immediately afterwards, Theseus said slowly: "First of all, you need to clarify a precondition, that is, the rules of operation of the Abyss - we mentioned before that if Calron, the Lord of the Sea, really succeeds, then Van will become the second round of the 'Black Sun', which is not an exaggeration, but a kind of inevitable outcome. ”

"You mean, although these races and creatures within the Abyss devour and prey on each other, the power they possess and possess is actually a whole?"

"Well, that's how it works."

Theseus affirmed: "The so-called devouring, hunting, and extinction are only cycles that take place within a large whole, and the 'great hunt' we speak of is a predatory act of the whole against the outside world." ”

"When the 'Great Hunt' is forced to stop, the power of the whole will inevitably be weakened, and at this time, in order to ensure the continuation of the whole, its internal circulation will also become sluggish...... In terms of specific individuals and groups, it is death or dormancy. ”

Speaking of this, Theseus suddenly let out a chuckle: "Again, when we discuss the abyss or other special existences, we must not apply the original set of thinking inertia, it will be very troublesome...... After all, in a world where there is no definite concept of time, the so-called continuation of the race does not have much precise meaning. ”

"Well, just like the 'dark clouds' you saw, do you think these gathered mud are really here to hunt? They are merely a continuation of the habits of the past, moving according to a specific cycle, and if I have to say, they are no different from the seasons of Van Grace. ”

In these sporadic introductions by Theseus, Hug finally found the chelella cave that the other party had mentioned earlier.

The caves were hidden on the other side of the hill, hidden by countless piles of fragile bones.

The spiders were quite small, so the caves they had created were also very spacious, and with the help of his magical vision, he walked down these ancient tunnels, and it didn't take long for him to enter a wide "hall".

In the past, this should have been a place for the Abyssal Spiders to rest or store their prey, because Shog also saw countless piles of fragments inside this "hall", and their integrity was significantly stronger than the bones that had been destroyed countless times by various "scavengers" in the outside world, and even now, Shog could still feel a very slight remnant of strength in it.

However, the chelica spiders that once inhabited here have obviously been gone for a long, long time, and the scratches they left in the cave have completely blended into the ground and walls, and in this special world, these marks left by their sharp chelicerae are like murals, forever etched in the cave.

The interior of the cave was eerily quiet.

After Shuge carefully sealed the entrance and exit to this area, there was no superfluous sound here, and Shuge could even hear the sound of his own heart beating, and the sound of stepping on gravel and bone chips as he walked was extremely clear.

For today's Xiuge, eating, drinking, watering, or even sleeping and resting are no longer a necessary choice.

The bounty from Mel, the solid disc as a carrier, and the majestic vitality of ancient creations such as the Walking Forest are more than enough to make Xiug function like a tireless magic puppet.

However, abundant physical strength cannot fight against spiritual emptiness.

When Shug began to face such a closed and silent world, he finally inevitably felt a little tired.

He leaned against a huge stone covered with the traces of the abyssal chelicera, and with the help of two magic light balls that he had summoned casually, he picked out a few pieces from the pile of remains beside him, and observed them slowly.

The victims of the Great Hunt have an extremely diverse and rich ethnic identity.

Through these mutilated remains, Xiuge soon found some ancient races that he was familiar with.

Nezumi who believe in Mother Earth, a deformed sea beast catalyzed by Calron, the lord of the sea, and a giant lizard skull that has been violently dismantled and gnawed...... As for the remains of humans, elves, dwarves, and other races common to today's Van En are very rare here.

As Shuge had previously learned, these groups had always been labeled as inferior and worthless in the past, and in the eyes of the "noble families", they could only be used as low-level sacrifices and slaves.

For the abyss creators who launched the "Great Hunt", such prey naturally did not have much value.

"Squeak......

In the spiritual world, there was a slight hiss.

Ever since Shug arrived in the Abyss, Snich had been cowering in his pitiful territory and did not dare to look at it - the Abyss itself had caused it to feel so oppressive that it did not dare to move freely, and it was only now, when the environment was a little more settled, that it had the courage to give a simple greeting to Shug.

"Oh, take a good look, is it familiar? This is your fellow countryman. ”

Shug smiled wickedly as he brought the nezumien's skull to his eyes and shook it slightly.

Seeing this scene, Snik, who had finally made a little noise, immediately turned his head and drilled back, this bleak skull directly evoked the tragic memory hidden in the deepest part of its body, which was a terrible scene that no family member of the god Van En would never want to accept and recall.

In fact, it's not just the Running Rats that are in a similar situation.

From the moment Shuge came here, all the inhabitants of his spiritual world fell into a state of silence.

Under the interference of the incomparably thick shadows of the abyss around them, the will of the Ernst family, who had been able to talk to Shug for a few words, now fell into a state of almost dormancy.

Of course, even if they all woke up now, I am afraid that there would be no way to provide any valuable guidance and advice to Xiuge regarding the Abyss itself.

The Touch of Calron, the Roots of Destiny and other clans are now dormant in their own territory, and although these loyal clans are ready to wait for Xiuge's summons, Xiuge can still clearly feel their true state.

In such an environment, although they can respond to the call, they are destined to exert less than one-tenth of the original power.

Even the court hounds and mirror messengers, who are the "natives" of the Abyss, have always been on high alert, and they are more familiar with the world and the dangers that may lie in this wasteland than the other "residents" of Xiuge.

"Hmmm......"

Shuge sighed and set the skull aside in his hand.

An irregular tremor was rolling down the ground from afar, the tremor of the raging tide of the abyss as it passed through the cracks and voids.

As the dark clouds of the abyssal "silt" approached, the tremors were becoming more and more intense, and even if Xiuge was in the depths of the cave at this time, he could still feel the terrifying impact and erosion that the outside world was undergoing.

The invisible magic of the Abyss constituted a devastating wind, blowing at the surface of the earth made of countless piles of bones, turning the layers of debris open and rolling into the air.

In the process, all the magic and soul residues left inside these remains will be completely found, and the "silt" scattered throughout the sky will suck on the "delicacies" left behind.

Although the Great Hunt has been dormant for a long time in the Abyss, the number of remains deposited in this "garbage dump" is simply too much, so the special races that have completely converged into the storm can still use it to get everything they need.

Soon, the dark clouds reached the hill where Hug was hiding, and the shaking became more violent than ever, the clouds seemed to have no end in sight, and the storm that rolled up did not stop, and they rummaged greedily through the wreckage with their invisible tentacles and consciousness, searching for the tiny nooks and crannies that they and their fellow humans might have missed in the past, and longing to find a little bit of delicious detritum from them.

Such an environment is supposed to be horrible and oppressive.

However, the shelter dug by the Abyssal Spiders is strong and hidden enough to support Shug through this terrible catastrophe.

So, in the midst of the constant vibrations and strange noises, Xiuge slowly closed his eyes.

He didn't want to fall asleep, he just wanted to simply close his eyes for a while, but for some reason, the moment his eyelids closed, he felt a strong sense of falling on his consciousness.

Instinctively, Hug wanted to open his eyes, but when he struggled to open them and regain control of his body, he saw the desk and computer that he was all too familiar with.

The computer screen was lit up, and there was even a "notepad" in it, with a line of words in the middle of it.

"Come here."

The sentences are concise, the text is cold, and the tone is elusive.

It's like an unscrupulous boss giving an "ultimatum" to his fishing employees.

Theseus's bad taste, Hug really didn't bother to pay attention, he slowly got up, turned his head and prepared to walk towards the other end of the dream shelter.

However, Xiuge had just come to the corridor next to him, and he was a little surprised to find that the game TV in the "rest corner" at the end of the corridor was flashing brightly at this time, and in that light, a strange blurred figure was leaning on the lazy sofa.

"Who is this?"

(End of chapter)