78_78051 Although Curt hated the strange sorcerer, what he had done so far was a testament to his prowess—and the madness that accompanied it.

The mere fact that he was responsible for the construction of the massive rock colossus and the pitch-black "sun" embedded in it speaks to his vast magical and magical knowledge far beyond that of ordinary mages. And now he is still controlling a huge army of monsters behind his back, which makes Curt unwilling to declare war on him lightly.

Considering that the female archer did not deceive them, there was only one way to escape from the cave, and that was the door that was now open before them. The little monster that had held them back with its body retreated to the sides, making way for them to get out of here.

Although what the other party said was completely unbelievable, there was really no need for him to lie in such a place - because the strength of the battle on the ground alone really couldn't stop Curt. Even if he ordered the little monsters around him to attack the three of them together, they would just need to spend a little more effort to clear the obstacles in their path.

The conditions in front of him are already very clear, and the other party is just quietly waiting for him to make a choice. Is it to wage war against these unstable elements for a member of the True Eye who was once an enemy, or to take this opportunity to withdraw from here and no longer be involved in the vortex of chaos.

"It's really troublesome, I thought I would be able to escape from it and live a stable daily life by escaping here. Curt shook his head tiredly, and said helplessly, "It seems that even if I escape from a small trouble, I will be swept into a bigger vortex."

It's a vicious cycle of trying to get out of trouble and choosing to escape, only to get caught up in another problem. And if he chooses to get rid of those unstable factors in order to live a stable life. That would only lead to yourself stepping into the throat of chaos.

Humans really can't predict what the future holds, and even if they think they can make the best solution for the current situation, they may find themselves just being sentimental. But then again, it's because there are so many uncertainties in life that it doesn't get boring.

For two people who were deprived of even the freedom to choose their death. The slight ripples in the dullness are a kind of comfort. And if they want to stay in Catlis and return to their old lives, it will only be a matter of time before they fight the group led by the opposing party.

The group of these madmen may be more dangerous than the True Eye or the Ultramarines who are trying to restore their power - perhaps the female archer is one of the key points. So he pulled up the female archer, who was slumped on the ground, almost unconscious, and carried her behind him.

It may be to avoid becoming a burden to yourself. She struggled to stand on her feet as Curt fought the little monsters, while holding on with Lizzie. But shortly after the monster spoke, she lost the strength to support her body and collapsed to the ground.

"I see, it looks like you've made a decision to be honest. Curt Leonst, I am very disappointed with your choice. You can't see the change in the look on the monster's face, and you can't hear any emotion in your tone, "Yiqiē will usher in a reckoning after all, you just have to wait." ”

It knew that no one could escape, both past and future, weaving a web of fate - as if chanting something, the monster began to shout at the top of its voice. Gradually. Its voice loses its rightly human timbre, leaving only a beastly howl.

A moment later, it flapped its misshapen wings behind it. Supporting his weird body, he flew. Soon, it vanished as it had first appeared, and the monsters that had accompanied it vanished around the cavern under the Commander's leadership.

"Damn, what the hell is this guy trying to say?"

After all the foreign objects were evacuated, the noisy cavern was completely calm, and only the flesh and corpses remaining on the ground proved that a qiē had happened here. Curt sighed. He carried the female archer on his back to the steps ahead, and Lizzie followed him thoughtfully.

How long has it been since he entered this colony? Curt felt that his sense of time had become blurred. But at the moment of walking down the steps. The dazzling sunlight caught Curt and Richie's attention - not unreal, the warmth was nostalgic.

Ahead is a canyon under the abyss, so to speak. This underground space is somewhere between a canyon and a sinkhole. The gap like a thin line above stretches to the line of defense where the sun is located, and then turns into a blurred gap, creating a sky-like atmosphere.

He looked down at the huge crack that cast the shadow of the sun in the distance, and what appeared in front of the two of them was a huge forest. Abundant sunlight peeks in through the huge cracks in the distance, revealing the silhouettes of the plants.

The view reminded Curt of the lower layer of the Kolya Pit, which is also full of plants, and which is also covered with vegetation for various reasons. However, there is a stark difference between the mushroom bushes growing in the depths of the pit and the qiē vegetation beneath the canyon in front of you.

――It is not surprising that an underground forest grows in these caves connected to the outside world, but this is the only place that is strangely terrifying.

Yes, the scenery that unfolded before the eyes of the two of them now was a strange forest growing in a hollow underground. The plants grew unrestricted, eventually growing to an extraordinary size, as if they were themselves a reflection of the word "huge."

The shrub, which usually grows only about the height of an adult's thigh, is already two stories tall in this area, and with it vigorous branches grow. And the varieties that are often exaggeratedly called "towering trees" really reach towering heights here - they rise from the ground and their branches reach the sky. Even the insignificant grass was enough to drown a qiē that had set foot in it.

In addition to the unusually grown original plants, there are many withered small plants left behind, much thinner than ordinary people, who look extremely out of place in this forest full of giant plants. The branches were twisted, and the treetops were gray with no greenery, and their well-defined appearance made them look like sinners struggling in hell.

"What's the matter with these plants? Could it be that they're cursed!"

Looking at the scenery in front of him, Curt couldn't help but be amazed, after he entered this stronghold, he felt the incredibleness of the spell because of the products of those real yàns. But now this forest is more than that, they are a different situation that he would never have imagined in the past.

Although he couldn't say it, he felt a very uncomfortable feeling in the neighborhood - just looking at the withered plants made Curt feel an inexplicable sense of strangeness. All the common sense that I had before was distorted here, and the space in front of me was forcibly replaced by a foreign land.

The malice in the air is extremely distinct, and although it is difficult to affect the scope of the whole, it makes people feel an indescribable sense of discomfort. These things shouldn't be here, just like dissonant scales shouldn't be in a big performance.

In addition, Curt always felt as if he felt the rhythm of life from the inside of those plants, which ordinary plants could not feel. It's as if they're not just ugly on the outside, but they're also sinners who are bound here and suffering, screaming in the middle of life and death.

"I thought you were so sluggish that you couldn't feel anything. Lizzie, who was silent in thought, suddenly laughed, and then pointed behind Curt, "It's really funny, it's more lively than any cemetery I've ever seen, and you can see so much without using psionic vision." ”

Lizzie plugged her ears in disgust, as she could hear them shrilling. Soul sorcerers value the ability to communicate with spirits, but Lizzie is troubled by her ability to see too much because they are so noisy.

Physical covering of the ears certainly does not stop the noise that reverberates in the depths of the soul, and the subject who makes the sound does not care whether it interferes with the living. The never-ending wails of the souls who lingered on the past and the anguish of death were all bound in this woodland.

"It's spectacular, according to you, that this forest isn't just as weird as it looks, it's also a 'vessel' for spirit lodges in itself?" ”

He looked closely at the struggling trees, as if to make sure that they were indeed home to a large number of spirits, making the trees so twisted. Perhaps that was the reason why he felt uncomfortable, and even though he couldn't see the presence of the spirit, he could still feel a deep malice in the air.

"When you say 'container', what should I say, although it is essentially something similar, but there is still a little difference. Lizzie pondered for a moment and began to explain her opinion, "While the things that are normally perceived as containers for spirits that have lost their physical restraint are containers, this grove is a little more extreme, and their interiors are densely packed with souls like cans. ”

For the spirits, the trees that house them are no longer just containers for lodging, but prisons that hold them and restrict their freedom. Perhaps it is believed that it is precisely because of the large number of souls that the trees have grown into such a terrifying shape.

The malice was so dense that it almost had a physical body, and even the warm sunlight cast through the sky could not dispel the chill they emanated. (To be continued).