After reading this short letter, Fanna's fingers twisted slightly, and the spiritual flame instantly burned the tissue paper to ashes.

Noticing Antigonus' inquiring gaze, the corners of her mouth curled up briskly, and she said calmly, "It's just a letter from home, Your Highness." ”

Although the demon wolf had a fleeting curiosity, this shallow emotion did not support him to get to the bottom of it, so he just nodded: "Recite the honorific name of the 'Fool'." ”

Really...... Knowing that there was already a true god in this path, Vanna, with the knowledge brought by promotion and whispering, lowered her head and whispered in Hermes: "The fool who does not belong to this era, the mysterious lord above the gray mist, the king of yellow and black who rules good fortune......"

As the last syllable fell, Vanna's body stiffened suddenly, and she felt a ray of sight fall from the heights of the Underworld, piercing her astral body like a spear piercing an arrow target, making a firm mark.

The process was accompanied by a lot of pain, which made her grunt uncontrollably.

Fortunately, in just an instant, the feeling of being watched disappeared, and Vanna's thoughts, which had been slightly disturbed by the hasty promotion, were calmed and soothed, and her state returned to the level of an "ancient scholar" who had digested more than half of her normal potions.

It's a deity with a softer style...... Vana bowed to Antigonus with the etiquette of the Quaternary, but muttered quietly in her heart.

She had obviously heard the wise saying "Praise the power of the gods, but do not believe in His mercy", and she would not rashly have unreasonable illusions and expectations about the "fools" because of this.

It's just that a true god with a head who leans towards reason and is gentle is better than a true god who leans towards madness and irritability.

As for boldly speculating about the true God in their hearts, the Quaternary people don't care about that, they have enough respect for the true God, but that's it. For Fanna, who has "crossed" several ranks in a short period of time, deliberately keeping her own small habits is also a good means to maintain human nature.

Antigonus bowed slightly in response to her salute: "Tidy up the Esoteric Society, and be ready to cooperate with the actions of the members of the former Council of God at any time." ”

"Believe in the 'fools.'" Vanna straightened her posture and swore in the name of God.

Despite the fact that Antigonus in front of her was the murderer of Zarathu's ancestors, and despite knowing that the "Fool" outnumbered and killed little Zarathu in direct competition, she did not have too many emotional fluctuations.

On the one hand, it is the divinity of the demigods that is at work, and on the other hand, the situation determines her choice.

For high-order extraordinaires, there are many pure enemies and few pure allies, and their own feelings are definitely not an important factor in affecting judgment, especially when there are no more benefits to distribute.

As the highest surviving order of the Zarathu family, as the letter says, she has the freedom to choose a position.

Even if there is a true god at the top of the "soothsayer" path, and Amon is the "thief" path, and it is difficult to complete the high-level ritual of the "apprentice", and she does not want to give her reason to blatantly turn to the non-adjacent path, her only choice is to obey and fight bravely to the death.

The latter is completely inconsistent with Vanna's own creed.

Between the changes in thought, Vana suddenly remembered something, glanced at the gray mist under her feet, and asked tentatively, "...... Is it a 'master of tricks' who has been released in the fog of history? ”

"Oh." Antigonus tilted his head and said indifferently, "That's Amun's job. ”

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Douglas, who was talking to Russell, suddenly felt an itch in his nose and sneezed heavily.

Russell was suddenly amused: "It seems that someone is talking about you." ”

"What is this national parlance......" The latter rubbed his nose and did not take the matter to heart.

Just as he was about to continue asking about something, the surface of the human skin glove on his left hand suddenly cracked, and a large mouth full of illusory sharp teeth suddenly opened, and a poem in praise of the "true Creator" was recited loudly.

Douglas: "......"

I almost forgot that the wriggling hunger would praise its Lord three times a day at regular intervals.

In other words, it's already morning, so it's no wonder I'm a little hungry......

After his thoughts diverged for a moment, he cleared his throat slightly embarrassed and raised his voice to drown out the chatter of his gloves: "Sorry, it's the negative effect of the seal. ”

Russell, who used to be an excellent "craftsman", didn't care, but looked at the glove with interest, suddenly raised his hand and patted his forehead, and said in a low voice:

"Tsk, people have a bad memory when they're old, but this glove reminds me of something.

"After you go out, remember to look up the honorific name of the 'Fool', and by the way, remember the name of the 'Dusk Hermit'.

"When you're really desperate, you can try to call any of them, but don't try it rashly.

"Hehe, I can't guarantee that they will respond to you, but when the worst comes, you might as well give it a try."

Them?

Noticing Russell's words, Douglas's eyes widened slightly. Whether it's the "Fool" or the "Twilight Hermit". He had never heard of either of them, but neither of them was clearly a true God or a person close to a true God in Russell's eyes.

He couldn't help but wonder: "Why is one a honorable name and the other only a name?" ”

"Because the masters of the latter are high-order 'spectators,'" Russell said succinctly, semantically ambiguous, "and they 'know everything that they say,' and they need to be careful, and it's very difficult to guard against, which is really annoying." But when your goals happen to be in line with His expectations, His gifts are enormous. A meso-scale, you can control it yourself! ”

After that, without waiting for Douglas to ask anything more, the Emperor waved his hand, looked at him and smiled: "My time is also up...... Bless you, my friend, even though we have only met. Anyway, try to live until I return! I'm sure you've got a cover! ”

The figure in heavy black armor then became more and more illusory, like a little candle flame burning to the end, constantly flickering, and could dissipate at any time.

Witnessing this scene, Douglas inevitably felt a kind of sadness.

But after experiencing a few emotional upsets, he was already able to control himself well, and instead showed a smile: "There will be a day of goodbye." ”

Under his gaze, in just a few seconds, the afterimage of the Black Emperor completely dissolved into the air, as if it had never appeared.

Douglas was the only one left in the messy room, and even the "wriggling hunger" finished his prayer and shut his mouth, filling the surroundings with silence.

Douglas wasted no time and cautiously walked around the room.

Due to the recent anomaly, the structure of the room has become extremely fragile, and several walls have collapsed into quite a few holes. Looking out from the opening, it looks like other rooms with a completely different environment.

In some rooms, the floor is painted as a huge black and white checkerboard, and the two-color chess pieces taller than a person lie on the ground upside down; Some rooms are lush and humid tropical landscapes, and you can see a half-collapsed flat-topped pyramid in the majestic sea of green trees; Some rooms open onto the deck of a large ship, where white foam splashes and brings a salty sea breeze......

It's just that in these rooms, there are no more Rosell of all kinds waiting for adventurers to come to the door.

"It turns out that these rooms are all next to each other......"

While thinking, Douglas casually picked up the gilded and luxurious candlestick from the ground, raised his hand and threw it towards the collapsed hole, allowing the candlestick to fly through the hole and towards another room.

With a "bang", the candlestick fell to the deck, rolled with the bumps, and finally fell into the sea.

In the process, it was not damaged by passing through the room.

Then, Douglas ripped a button from his clothes, briefly marked the front and back, and used it to perform a basic divination to further confirm the safety of passing through the room.

The obsidian spirit he was accustomed to had been damaged in the battle with the witch, and before he could get a new one from the church, he had to make up his life to use the materials around him for divination.

After several confirmations, he raised his arm and boldly reached through the hole. Nothing happened.

"Hoo ......"

Retracting his arm and moving his five fingers, Douglas breathed a sigh of relief and began to think about what to do next.

Antigonus and Vanna, who suddenly disappeared, have not returned until now. They are either of higher stature or have the special ability to navigate through the "fog of history", and it is difficult for Douglass to locate them or contact them with the means available, and waiting in place is too passive, which Douglas sees as the least priority option.

There are two remaining options: "Go through another room to find an exit" and "Seek the help of Amun and other angels".

As an adult, Douglas chose to try it on his own first, and there was really no way to think about the latter.

He remembered that the original rule here was to go through the eight rooms back down the hall and "clear the level", and Douglas felt the need to test if the rule was still working. After all, Russell had also said that there was nothing dangerous about the remaining rooms.

After making a decision, Douglas chose a black-and-white checkerboard room, a cat waist drilled through the hole, pounced and rolled forward, hid his figure with the help of those fallen pieces, and quickly swept the surroundings while patiently waiting to make sure that the room was not unusually caused by his entry.

Soon Douglas confirmed that there was a half-open door at the other end of the black-and-white checkerboard room, and immediately approached the door.

In this way, he remained quite cautious, relying on the existing doors or the openings and passages formed by the collapse, and passed through the three empty rooms safely, a total of seven rooms.

Douglas silently counted and stepped into the eighth, magnificent, theater-like room.

The interior of the room was clearly structured, and the place he walked out of was a huge stage in the center, on which were placed various set props, and the two huge curtains were almost closed, shrouding the stage in darkness, and could only be peeked out through the gap between the curtains that was only five or six meters wide.

Outside, there is a semi-curved staircase that surrounds the stage, which is large, bright and spacious. The stairs are neatly arranged with red-clothed upholstered seats, raised upwards to allow a good view of the rear audience, and are divided into areas by keeping aisles, ascending and descending steps, and railings at regular intervals.

Douglas frowned, immediately realizing that this layer-by-layer style was not convenient for himself to observe the situation. Clustered buildings are better able to pick up sound, and even if a pin hits the ground on the stage, the sound is amplified enough for the audience to hear. He held his breath and slowed as fast as he could, silently weaving his way between the props of the set, trying to bypass the curtain and find an exit out of the room.

As the curtain drew closer, however, Douglas's ears began to pick up sounds that did not originate in him. It sounded like some kind of grinding sound, like the dull and thick wheezing of animals.

Something is beyond the veil! This realization suddenly made him 200% vigilant, and he couldn't help but raise his hand to adjust the "squirming hunger", and was glad that the thing had just finished his morning prayer and would not speak again.

The sound of rubbing and wheezing came and went, and the thing that made the sound seemed to be constantly moving. Douglas approached the gap between the two curtains, and instead of poking his head out, he reused his old trick to condense the frost into a mirror, adjusting the angle to reflect the scene outside the curtain.

A large, flesh-pink creature is reflected in the ice mirror.

With just one look, Douglas couldn't help but grow his mouth and almost scolded.

The gigantic creature, or monster, had a multitude of intricate limbs, physically crawling on the ground with hands and feet.

The small grinding sound heard earlier was apparently caused by the contact between the palms of its hands and feet and the ground.

Even more terrifying was the torso that connected all the limbs, although it was staggered, but it was obvious that its torso was composed of several humans, as if one person after another had been stitched together haphazardly, wriggling like a multi-segmented soft worm.

The most disgusting thing is that all the organs on the torso are also messy, and it can even be seen that there are men and women in this pile of "human figures".

This made Douglass instinctively sick and sick to his stomach. He clenched his hand into a fist and pressed his stomach with an ugly face, suppressing the urge to vomit, and while he quickly pondered where the monster came from, he forced himself to look back at the ice mirror and continue to observe.

Whether he needs to fight, or is able to escape from the monster, he needs to know his enemies better.

But the observation angle of the ice mirror is limited after all, and many things cannot be seen by the eyes alone, such as the perception, speed, ability, and so on of the monster. Douglas turned his attention away from the monster for the time being, turning the ice mirror as much as he could, looking for possible doors or passages, but never found it.

"No......" he muttered to himself, thinking that he had overlooked something crucial, "the settings of the other rooms are all invalid, and there is no danger, why is there a monster in the last room?" ”

In a previous conversation, Douglas also asked Russell about the construction of this "treasure".

The latter told him that the essence of this place was a combination of historical fragments cut by the soothsayer Gao Sequence using his ability, and that all the rooms were fragments of Russell's life, without exception.

Therefore, Russell is able to project consciousness from a distance, because each "Russell" here is indeed himself.

It stands to reason that if he encountered such a shocking monster in his life, Russell would definitely not ignore it.

According to the personality of this emperor, it is the most normal reaction to blow a wave of.

While thinking, Douglas also subconsciously turned his wrist and kept adjusting the ice mirror until a white light flashed across his eyes.

He jerked his head sideways to avoid the light, and suddenly became aware of it.

The stage on the inside of the curtain was dimly lit, but the auditorium outside was spacious and bright, and there was no lighting similar to a candelabra.

So where does the light that illuminates the outside come from?

Douglas immediately stretched out his hand a bit, laying the ice mirror flat and aiming it directly above.

The surface of the ice mirror is not reflected in the ceiling, but in another room that is upside down above the theater!

In the upside-down room, there was a long, horizontal table, a plain white tablecloth without a single wrinkle, on which silver plates and knives and forks were scattered around, and wine was rippling in goblets beside it.

That's the hall they were in when they entered the Treasure!

Douglas even remembered how many people he sat in, and remembered the corpse number nine in the next seat - Clinton. What Tamara chatted with herself.

As long as he reaches the hall, even if he has walked through eight rooms, he will have the possibility of leaving!

Before he could rejoice, Douglas felt a chill in his back, as if he heard the sound of his heart beating in extreme silence.

Be quiet?

The constant grinding and wheezing outside the curtain died down at some point.

He breathed for a moment and slowly turned his way over the ice mirror, seeing that all the hands and feet of the reciprocating limb monster had stopped, turning a large nodulous orb that appeared to be its head in the direction of the curtain.

The nodulous orb was inlaid with many facial features, like a patchwork of the faces of several people, less misaligned than the torso, but it made Douglass shiver as if he had fallen into an ice cave in the middle of summer.

He recognized one of the faces.

A pair of mild gray eyes, hidden by broken brown hair, stared at Douglas, and his nose and mouth twitched as if to make a contorted expression.

Clinton. Tamara tried several times before she grinned, revealing swollen gums and tiny teeth embedded in rotten flesh like pearls, a blurry mass of flesh bouncing through her mouth, spitting out muffled syllables one by one.

"Pawn, above, we, again, appeared......

"Lao family, first, give birth...... I, looking for bu, couldn't find my way out......

"Help me, help the UOHs......

As it spoke, the other faces around it opened their eyes wide, opened their mouths, and let out sobbing voices in a thin, immature, hoarse, or deep voice:

"Help us!

"Help us!!

"Help us !!"

Douglas's scalp was numb, and he saw that dozens of hands and feet of the huge limb monster began to swing, screaming and rushing straight towards him.