The thunder of wind and rain, and the abnormal environment caused by the "summoning disaster", all the magic is presented as a chaotic mess.

In this white dense forest, which is full of strange atmosphere, countless white threads as thin as silk connect the tall plants that break through the ground. Although they appear to be extremely slender, they are incredibly strong, and the metal blades can hardly easily break them in two.

The white silk that spreads all over it is like a dense cobweb, and the slightest touch of it will cause an unpleasant touch due to the slime that adheres to it. Now Curt could understand how Lizzie's hands felt when they were stained with slime, cold, wet, and slimy as if they were crawling with countless slugs.

So he picked up a piece of metal and carefully poked at the white line around him, changing the frequency of each touch. He felt as if there was some kind of connection between the filaments, and every time the metal in his hand touched them, each one would have a subtle resonance.

These resonances travel far away, and then back at another frequency, creating a kind of tightly connected network between the back and forth. There is something hidden in those subtle shocks, but if you don't know the true meaning of those codes, you can't decipher them.

Soon, Curt noticed that the oscillations that diffracted back from a distance like water waves were not directed at him, but converged at a point not far behind him. Just as metal is attracted by a magnet, those oscillations with different frequencies are concentrated in one place, gradually losing their original characteristics.

He looked in the direction of the concussions, and what attracted them was undoubtedly the huge cocoon that Lizzie had "dismembered" by various means. It shuddered silently, twitching before the blade it swung at itself. Powerlessly waiting for the fate of the upcoming visit.

"It's interesting. ”

Lizzie seemed to notice Curt's gaze, but didn't stop moving, "I must say. It's interesting -- I've never seen anything like that. It's as soft as silk, but it's far stronger than metal. This performance has undoubtedly gone over a lot of things. ”

She praised the filaments that made up the shell of the "big cocoon" with some approval, and her eyes revealed a little excitement. The blade in her hand was raised high, and then carved into the shell of the cocoon, which had been corroded by residual salt, and with a dull "stabbing sound", the white filaments were peeled off by her.

"Yes, yes, if you think it's good, then it's good. ”

Seeing this picture, Curt could only sigh, he knew that it would be difficult for Lizzie to recover for a while and a half, and it was the best choice for her to be obsessed with the work at hand. I don't know if she ever noticed her expression. It's no different from those "madmen".

As the minutes ticked by, Lizzie carefully peeled off the cocoons, and the crusty shells were peeled off little by little and piled up in the clearing space beside her. Right in front of her eyes, the contents of the cocoon, which had been sealed in the center of the zài, gradually revealed its true face.

"It's ......"

The moment he saw the contents, a look of surprise crept up Curt's face - the "thing" that appeared on the inside of the cocoon undoubtedly looked like a human woman. She wore a black robe in the shape of the Eye of Sight, but it looked like it had been crushed by the tough filaments.

There was no doubt that the beating of the heart was no longer felt from the woman in front of her, and it looked like she had been dead for some time. Her body, exposed to the wind and rain, was already cold. The dead eyes were like black glass beads, reflecting the void that could only be chaotic.

If they were just ordinary corpses, Curt had seen countless them in the past few years—regardless of gender, age, or status. When life comes to an end, all that remains is the flesh that was once their body.

"That's not right...... Wait a minute......" However, there was something unusual about the woman in front of her, and Curt felt as if he had seen this face somewhere. "I think I've seen this face somewhere—but where do I see it? I think about it...... It seems to be a task related to a friend......"

The woman in front of her was probably in her twenties and thirties, with her dark brown head scattered around her. It is a common appearance of the people of the Empire. There were no obvious features in her slightly emaciated face, maybe just an ordinary young woman who could be seen everywhere.

One thing is for sure. She is not among the characters that Curt is familiar with, and perhaps Curt's understanding of her is only a one-sided relationship. But for some reason, Curt was inexplicably caught in thought, and the information about her was clearly on his lips, but he couldn't say anything about it.

"You know her......? You know so many people, I'm afraid you can form a legion with a little bit of connection. If you have to take into account the people who are only slightly crossed, then I really don't bother to calculate how much there is. ”

Lizzie half-jokingly stared at Curt and asked, not forgetting to be sarcastic. Although the work just now was troublesome, she didn't react at all tired, just hunched over and stretched like a cat.

Despite knowing it was a joke, Curt had to admit that Lizzie was not right at all. His years as a mercenary had brought him into contact with many people he had never seen in all the years before coming to the Osattaria Dominion—and inhumans.

"Yes...... It's not at all, at best it's only seen once - albeit on the photographic paper made by taking the camera. After a moment of silence, Curt finally remembered where he had seen the woman, "If I'm not mistaken, she's a missing person." ”

Curt shook his head helplessly, he knew almost nothing about this woman, only once on a friend's mission briefing. If he remembered correctly, it was about a year ago when the woman's family came to the Mercenary Administration to ask for help, and the task was to find her who had been missing for a while - at that time, Curt had a different mission, and someone else was on the commission.

The commission ended in vain, and the members of the Mercenary Management Office were not omnipotent, and after searching for a long time without any results, they had no choice but to give up. There is nothing she can do, I'm afraid she can only defend herself like this, she seems to have melted into the air, and she can no longer find any trace.

"Is that so?"

After listening to Curt briefly explain the matter, a slight subtle expression appeared on her face: "A woman who has been missing for more than a year has been summoned to the disaster center by what should have only recently appeared, and there must be a very complicated story in between...... Especially the clothes on her body. ”

Sorting the tools and collectibles into categories, she set her eyes on the two captives who were still struggling. An unseen woman appears here in their organization's costume, and they are undoubtedly the biggest suspects - or at least those involved in the incident.

Curt approached the woman who was bound inside the "cocoon", and he saw that she was covered in a number of pale vines. Some of the vines wrapped around her body, some of them joined the flocculent outer shell, and then cracked with countless filaments at the ends.

If you look closely, these vines must have grown not long ago, and they may be the origin of the cocoon. Plants that are slightly thinner than plant shoots wrap around the woman's body, connecting her to the white "cocoon". Not only that, but some of the tinkerer rattans had already passed through the shattered black robes on her body, heading deeper and deeper.

"No, not entanglement, look here. With Curt's whispered reminder, Lizzie also seemed to notice the thin branches that extended inward, but she soon noticed something was wrong, "These vines are not extending inward, they are expanding outward. ”

As she spoke, she pulled away with her hand a portion of the robe that covered the woman's body, where the vines were concentrated. But the scene under the robe was so uncomfortable that even Lizzie frowned, and Curt could see the disgust in her eyes at a glance.

He looked in the direction Lizzie was pointing, and the plants seemed to have grown out of her body, and the skin near the junction had been lignified. It is conceivable that if Curt had shown her any longer, the body would have turned into a humanoid piece of wood.

"That's bad enough...... It's even after death that I can't be at peace. ”

Curt grabbed a vine and tried to rip it off, but the vines were stronger than expected. If it was only torn by brute force, the vines might have been torn off, but her body might have been lifted apart by the roots of the vines.

Undoubtedly, her body had become a seedbed for these vines by this time, and the inside of her body, which still had a human form, may have been covered with plant roots. The huge white trees sipped her flesh and grew - the thin white lines might be the path of energy transmission.

There was still a slight amount of magic surging in her body, but that amount could only be used to drive a magic light source, and it would be whimsical to cast spells. But even this little bit of magic attracts these crazy plants, lures them to rush there.

Something was beating like the heart of a living thing, but it wasn't the flesh of a living thing, but something like a mass full of unstable magic. An uncomfortable sensation came with the throbbing sound, as if something dangerous was about to burst out of the cocoon in front of my eyes.

"Hmph, wishful thinking. ”

Spit out a few words coldly, and Lizzie condensed into a sharp thorn with the rain, and then slammed it into the center of the woman's chest in front of her. (To be continued!)

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