Transparent worms covered with bright stars emerged from the lazy lady's palms, connecting with the formless and illusory cracks, dyeing it the color of starlight.

With the lady's hard pull, the transparent skin that covered the surface of the world made a terrible sound that was overwhelming, and it rolled up to the sides irresistibly.

With an indescribable cracking sound, the crack was forcibly torn open, turning into a huge cavity with a shimmering starlight.

This makes it look like the entrance to a tunnel that leads to the unknown.

In the next second, the figure of a lady in a long orange dress flashed and disappeared over the wilderness.

The face of the "Moon Lady" sitting in the cradle carriage changed slightly, and the devil-like creature pulling the cart followed into the "tunnel".

The "Judgment" lady followed.

The ground is full of knotted tree roots, and white clouds are like oil paintings.

As the branches close to the ethereal canopy "secreted" viscous black sap and grew all sorts of strange shapes, Lumian felt a sense of insanity even though he was instructed by Themipolos not to look up.

His skin itched for a while, and the flesh underneath him wriggled abnormally, as if it was about to grow a dense lump or tumor.

At this moment, a stream of pure stars shone into the world, illuminating Lumian's eyes.

Not far from him, a small crack instantly expanded into an illusory and mysterious starlight gate.

"Close your eyes and rush through that door." The majestic voice of Themipolos sounded in Lumian's ears.

Lumian didn't hesitate, grabbed the "Fallen Mercury" with his left palm that had been blown up to the flesh mold lake, and ran wildly towards the Starlight Gate.

With his eyes closed, he relied on the hunter's grasp of the position of the space and the exact distance, and ran in front of the target in a few steps, regardless of what had changed there, whether there were dangerous creatures hidden, and jumped into it.

After a brief whirlwind, Lumian seemed to emerge from the bottom of a deep lake, and his whole body suddenly became relaxed.

He opened his eyes and saw the brown-green shadow giant tree not far away, the Golden Rooster Hotel and other buildings wrapped in branches and vines, the different areas of the streets separated by strange forces in the wilderness, the hawkers and pedestrians who indulged in their own desires, and the Franka who was jumping lightly from a window on the second floor of the Golden Rooster Hotel.

He has escaped from the alien dimension within the Shadow Tree, but he has not yet returned to the real world.

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Franka also spotted Lumian, who was not far from her, and shouted with joy and eagerness, "Quick, find the exit!"

Although she had "summoned" the Lady of Judgment and had confidence in her heart, she still didn't want to stay here for long.

How could a battle involving the demigods be something she could have participated in in a small Sequence 7? Even just watching from a distance is extremely risky.

Lumian nodded, and as he ran wildly towards Franca, he looked left and right, looking for something that looked for what seemed to be an exit.

The more he looked, the more it felt like a "world on the other side" from the gift of the "Great Mother", but without the large number of undead and demons who threw sinners into the abyss.

Could it be that the actions of the "Blessed Society" are still involved in the "Great Mother" believers? Lumian had a second guess and shouted to Franca, who was already in the middle of the day, "Go to the edge of the wilderness!"

In his experience, if this is truly the "other world", it should be able to break away from the edge of the wilderness.

Franka bowed her head slightly, and ran after without asking.

Suddenly, there was a violent tremor in the wilderness, and a dull roar rang out from inside the giant brown-green tree.

The sky then darkened, and the whole world seemed to be on the verge of collapse.

The branches and vines that wrapped around the buildings and the streets of the neighborhood were quickly retracted, and the hawkers, pedestrians, and tenants, who had been affected by different desires, regained their consciousness in a daze.

They stopped devouring food frantically, they let go of the opposite sex who were being held down by themselves, and stood up quite frightened, they ended the bloody slashing, and looked around the Golden Rooster Hotel in confusion with minor or serious injuries, and the eloped couple who were insulting each other stopped exercising, they didn't feel that there was anything wrong with what they were doing, but they wondered why the sky had suddenly darkened a lot, just like the evening came.

Shivering Anthony hiding under a wooden table. Red calmed his tremors, then his expression sank, and he stepped out and looked out the window.

Gabriel, who was frantically signing his name, instantly regained his senses, wondering if he was under too much pressure and suffering from mental illness when he was further polishing the script of "Light Chaser" with the advice of the theater manager.

Pavard, the owner of the speakeasy. Neeson put down his brush, but he was reluctant to take his eyes off the drawing board, although he had just made a quick draft, he felt that it was the most outstanding work of his life so far, far beyond the highest level he had ever had, and he subconsciously wanted to return to that state, but he couldn't.

In an instant, all the branches and vines retracted into the "Shadow Tree", and most of the hawkers, pedestrians, and tenants who had recovered their senses saw the terrifying brown-green giant tree.

They don't know what's going on, but follow their instinctive fears. Flee quickly away from the Shadow Tree.

At this time, Susanna, who was wrapped in long turquoise hair. Matisse stands out in the canopy of the same blurred tree, Charlotte. Calvino stood on the lower branch with a look of loss, frustration and hatred.

After the "sacrifices" escaped from the ritual site, their sacrifice was temporarily declared a failure, so they hurriedly broke away from the alien dimension, so as not to be affected by the demigod-level battle.

Susanna, who has suffered from backlash and divinity. Matisse's figure became extremely sturdy, and it seemed that it would completely dissipate at any moment.

Her eyes reflected Lumian and Franka running to the edge of the wilderness, but she was powerless to influence them.

Under normal circumstances, she could have used her abilities from such a distance when combined with the "Shadow Tree", but the backlash caused by the interruption of the ritual and the uncontrolled pollution caused by the "Divine Son" descending power made her almost die on the spot just now, and now she is extremely weak.

Susanna, who is already an evil spirit, is extreme, extreme and persistent. Matisse was unwilling to give up just like that, and wanted to capture Lumian and drag him inside the "Shadow Tree" once again to continue the unfinished ritual.

She sent the branches and vines of the Shadow Tree to spread out quickly, catching up with one of the vendors, hoisting him up, digging the spikes into the other's skin, soaking up the spirit that would revive Susanna.

This is equivalent to using the "Shadow Tree" to make the process of absorbing energy from the dream and gradually causing the target's death to be made simple and rude, and the progress is accelerated!

Seeing the brown and green branches and vines rushing towards them, and seeing their companions being lifted up on the spot, struggling and screaming, the hawkers, pedestrians, and tenants trapped in this wilderness shouted in terror and ran wildly, in great fear.

The eloped couple wrapped in sheets and ran out of the Golden Rooster Hotel to follow Anthony. Red ran towards the edge of the wilderness, and behind them was Gabriel, Pavard. Neeson were the tenants who hadn't gone to work anywhere else at this point in time, and in front of them were scurrying vendors and pedestrians.

One by one, the fleeing people were hung by branches and vines in terror, making a sound for help.

The vendor who had given Lumien more sour was tripped over the rocks on the ground, and in despair he saw the turquoise vines climb up his body, wrapping them in layers.

Noticing such a movement, he turned his head to stare for a few seconds, and after a few seconds, Lumian slowed down.

Seeing this, Franka immediately scolded, "You want to go back and save them?

"! Recognize who you are, you're just a wanted criminal, a gang leader!"

Lumien didn't slow down any longer, but he didn't pick it up either.

He and Franka were nearing the edge of the wilderness.

At this moment, the magnificence of Termipolos sounded in his ears

Stacked voices.

This time, instead of saying one word at a time, the angel of fate poured a large number of words into Lumian's ears in a slightly spaced manner: "Haven't you recognized your destiny?" Bearing the power of fate, there will naturally be corresponding erosion.

"From the moment the village of Kordu was destroyed, you have become an unfortunate one." A lot of things before were not my influence, but your unfortunate fate at work.

"As an unfortunate person, not only will you become unhappy yourself, but also those around you, and those close to you." If it weren't for your lack of occult knowledge, let Susanna. Matisse noticed the problem in your body and began to contact Yugue. Artois used the explosion of the chemical plant to arrange the sacrifice, so that Jana's mother would not commit suicide, and Jana's brother would not go crazy.

"If you're careful enough, when Flemish comes back to consciousness and you're drinking, remember to find an opportunity to get a real 'psychiatrist', he won't necessarily choose to commit suicide." If you don't just tell Ruhl, but restrict his movements, he won't get sick again and die soon, and Michel won't lose the will to live.

"You brought all this misfortune upon you." My existence is not just a hole card for the strength and deterrence you are given, but also a curse that you cannot escape.

"Your misfortune will only cease if you bow to fate and release me from the seal." If you continue like this, you will not be able to save what you want to save, and you will not be able to protect what you want to protect, and you will only add misfortune to them.

"When the time comes, the people who call for help here will die." Gabriel will die.

"Charlie will die." Jaanna will die.

"Franka will die too."

Lumian paused, his expression contorted, and he could no longer hide his pain.

Franka shouted again, "Wake up! When you're usually fine, you can go crazy once in a while, do good deeds, and there's nothing wrong with it, so now it's better to run away and find the official extraordinary! Those demigod battle ghosts know what the outcome will be, and Suzanne is now equivalent to an enhanced sequence 5 with a bit of divinity, which is not something we can deal with!

"Those people didn't expect a villain who likes to bully them in a prank way to help!"

Near the giant brown and green trees, many people were already hanging from their branches.

Brushing the ground, Gabriel was directly lifted by a few green vines, and the script of "Light Chaser" was scattered all over the ground.

Pavard, the owner of the speakeasy. Neeson was right next to him, with spikes inserted into his body.

In the elopement couple, the woman ran slower, tripped over a branch, and became entangled in vines.

The young man wrapped in the sheet was frightened and continued on, but after a few steps he stopped and scolded himself: "Shit!" Before the voice fell, the man turned around and ran to his partner, gritting his teeth to tear the vine and lift the man up.

Cries of despair, screams of terror, echoed over the wilderness one after another.

Lumien's fists clenched unconsciously.

Suddenly, he laughed in a low voice, "Then are you considered someone close to me, after all, you are in my body, will you also suffer misfortune?" I know that I will fail again and again, but I will also do it again and again, chasing that illusory and small hope!

"If I had given up, I would have been knocked out!

"And now, there is a possibility of success in itself."

With that, Lumian regained his steps and continued to run towards the edge of the wilderness.

Franka didn't understand what he was talking to himself, but she was glad to see that he had made a wise choice.

Two or three seconds later, the two reached the edge of the wilderness, and Lumian, who was deliberately a distance behind Franca, suddenly stretched out his hands and pushed his companion out.

Caught off guard, Franka turned her head to look at Lumian as she saw her body gradually drift out of the wilderness.

Lumian smiled, and said softly, "There was a time when I was desperate, in pain, and hoping for help like them, and that time, someone reached out to me."

After speaking, he turned around

After passing the body, he ran wildly towards the giant brown and green tree.

In the dim wilderness, his body burst into crimson flames, and this time, the flame cloak was no longer isolated from his clothes, but directly scorched his skin and flesh.

He's going to fight the desires that come next with constant pain!

As he ran, his eyes locked on Susanna, who was entwined in her long turquoise hair, but what he "saw" was not only the "fallen dryad", but also the figure in his memory.

The one who gave him the light.