The illusion of stability dissipated in an instant, and the shadows that had been hidden in the corners crept in, taking over all the areas before their unknowing. An inexplicable cold air spreads through the gloomy space, and even when he speaks, he spits out a little white mist.

The cold air slowly penetrated the body, first the fingertips, and then even the entire upper body felt the numbness caused by the cold. A faint mist drifted in from outside the tower, and the rusty metal-like stench of the lakeside carried along with the mist, leaving cold gray droplets on the surface of the stone.

The body temperature dropped quickly, but not so much that it affected Cheng Dù's movements, and Curt shook off the liquid beads on his hands, and at the same time scattered the ice slag on his body.

Bang Bang -

With a crisp sound, the droplets that fell to the ground bloomed with countless fragments of light. The water vapor hardened under the icy cold, enveloped the liquid beads, and then slammed into the hard ground. In an instant, countless crystals that had cracked flew around, painting more places with snow.

However, after a while, most of the hall was eroded by the cold, and the drips of hoarfrost were still spreading.

The shocks caused by the collapse of objects had subsided not long ago, yet the damage they had caused was irreparable. The half-disintegrated stele and collapsed statues remain in the ruined hall, adding a chill to the cemetery-like tower.

Standing inside the black tower, I suddenly felt like I was inside some kind of huge mechanical structure. Each 'assembly' is precisely connected together, revealing a mechanical sense of oneness - as if only certain joints are turned together. The whole will work with it.

Following the staircase that spreads upwards, Curt's gaze catches several platforms strung together by a stone pillar that extends upwards. Their uneven build looks like gears, and the multi-segmented steps that connect between them act like levers connected to the gears.

Sitting on top of a "gear" with a radius of less than one meter, the strange boy looked down at Curt and Lizzie below, with an inexplicable smile on his face. He propped his cheek with one hand and rested the other on his lap, without the slightest sense of urgency on his face.

Looking at the way he looked, the boy may have occupied the core of the huge mechanical structure, and at the same time, he also knew what the reason for this qiē was. Maybe he's the one who spoiled the illusion in the tower, and that's why. He would be blind to the abruptly changing atmosphere around him.

Stand at the foot of a strangely twisted statue of a giant. The two looked up at the young man sitting on the high place, and instead of showing obvious hostility, he claimed to be their friend "who will meet later". He may be as unthreatening as he claims, but neither of them can afford to take it lightly.

"Ugh. Please, don't be so nervous, okay?"

The boy's expression was a little embarrassed. Obviously, he had seen through the posture that both of them were ready to attack: "Didn't I say it?" I'm your friend - anyway, I don't look like the guy who smiles when you face each other and stabs someone in the back, do I?"

The boy raised his hands in the air. He pretended to jump easily on the stone tablet, and his clothes pockets contained a lot of trivial objects, and there was a crisp crashing sound as he jumped. Maybe he thinks that just because he doesn't have something in his hand that can be used as a weapon means that he has no malice?

If that's all there is to him, he thinks a little bit like Curt - he thinks that being defenseless can make the other party easier to communicate. However, they always seem to forget to consider whether their own power will become a feared being, and they often forget to consider the other party's position.

It is true that the boy did not possess a murder weapon, but the magic hidden in his body was dangerous enough. With the order of magnitude of demonic power in his body, simply refining it and releasing it as energy is enough to be as powerful as the largest magic cannon in the Dominion.

Overly powerful forces have always been one of the sources of disputes, and no one wants to see a powerful force that is not under their control dangling under their noses. Whatever a person with extraordinary power does, he is likely to attract the fear of those around him—ten of whom are fearful for his own safety.

Curt shrugged his shoulders and then removed his hand from the hilt of the knife at his waist, "Isn't there any hostility? ”

In all fairness, his power does make people feel uneasy, but for the two who want to die, it is nothing more than the difference between "dying" once or many times. Since the other party is willing to use words to solve the problem, Curt is too lazy to waste his energy in a senseless place.

Since the boy claimed to be their "friend", perhaps he could ask for some information about the world from his mouth. And if the truth is as he claims, the time when he met the two should have been after "now", and not here yet.

If there is the best hope for this, perhaps this teenager is the key to their escape from this dead world and return to Catrice City.

"Since you just said that you are a friend of ours that we will meet later—can I consider you to be an individual from the future?" Just a second before Curt was about to speak, a slightly muffled voice suddenly came from behind him, and there seemed to be a hint of doubt in his words.

Perhaps because she was unwilling to fight an opponent of this size, Lizzie, who was standing behind Curt, also spoke: "If we know your cunzi in the future, then you should at least be able to tell some information that we will reveal to our 'friends' as proof." ”

As the two sides stalemate, the biting cold hidden in the air spread further. The initial slight numbness had been replaced by a slight tingling, and Lizzie's bloodless skin had become almost transparent in the cold, as if the flow of fluids in the blood vessels could be seen through the skin.

The cold makes it difficult to move and interferes with the ability to grasp the environment around you. Feeling a little uncomfortable, Lizzie frowned, and then tapped her fingers lightly in the air a few times—and the next moment, a ball of burning dim blue-white light appeared beside the two of them.

Like a light to dispel the darkness, the moment the sphere appeared, the cold air that was constantly attacking suddenly retreated. Scanning around, not only the cold in the air, but also the hoarfrost covering the ground was disappearing rapidly, and those cold gray liquids seemed to be afraid of the brilliance of the sphere and avoided it.

The boy was not in such trouble, and even though he was already covered with a thick layer of hoarfrost, he still stood there as if nothing had happened. Not only was the cold unable to touch him, but even the color of the snow that eroded the ground passed by him just right.

"Hmm...... Should I say yes or no?"

The boy laughed dryly at Lizzie's question, and then gave them an answer that was not an answer: "In terms of the general timeline, the two of you at this time should be saved in the future of me, but I know you in the 'past' for me. ”

It's complicated to be serious, but maybe you'll be able to understand it later - he casually snorted and said that he didn't want to dwell too much on the issue of time.

"Also, of course, I can answer your questions, but in exchange...... I'd like to know what you're up to. The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, revealing a subtle smile, "Even if you are haunted by the 'Immortal Curse', you need to rely on your friends occasionally, right?"

In an instant, the eyes of Curt and Liqi changed when they looked at the boy - knowing that the two of them had zài specificity, this alone could at least show that his relationship with the two of them was not simple. Friend or foe, either one, is a very deep relationship.

However, the young man did not care about their sudden change of attitude, but only said to himself: "Maybe you don't know it now, this 'foreign country' is not far from our homeland, but it is by no means easy to visit. For some of the reasons you'll know later, if it weren't for the special spell influence, the 'door' to summoning spells would not have led to this. ”

Curt noticed that when the boy was reluctant to tell them, he would always use the "you will know later" brush-off, perhaps quite crucial information—and it might even influence the "later" exhibition—so the boy tried to avoid talking about it.

In that case, don't delve into it.

So Curt sighed and said slowly: "Well, it's something that doesn't hurt to tell you...... Then again, why didn't the 'we' you know tell you about this place, or is that something we'll know later?"

Without an explanation from the teenager, Curt began to recount what had happened for some time. The Eyes of Truth, the Ultramarines, the strange creations of the Cult of Wigginas, and the things he saw when he arrived, he explained the process in as concise and orderly a way as possible.

"In other words, you two were brought to this world by a 'gate' made by a similar summoning spell?" the boy nodded as if he had thought of some information, as if he had understood something, "It's really incredible that I will meet you again in this way." ”

Perhaps because he had already been in contact with the two in the "future" in time, he quickly accepted Curt's strange style of storytelling. Curt, the narrator, doesn't know exactly how much he understood, but his sudden cheerfulness always evokes some sense of trust.

Soon, he gave the answer that the two of them would most like to hear: "So...... You're asking me to help you find a way back, right?"

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