"You're recovered." Janna reminded Lumien in a whisper.

She didn't dare to speak out loud for fear of provoking her companion to repeat the mutation she had just had, and she was also worried that she would attract the gaze of the giant, who was shrouded in smoke and torrential rain and couldn't see the exact appearance, but felt very dangerous.

Lumian snapped into Jana's eyes and saw that he had returned to his normal state.

He subconsciously replied:

"This means that the 'hostel ritual' that those cultists secretly engaged in using me as a template has come to an end........"

Speaking of this, Lumian suddenly became alert and quickly looked around.

Now that the "hostel ceremony" is over, based on the experience just now, the evil god benevolents in the other twelve "rooms" should also enter here!

As far as Lumien could see, he saw a strange area paved with light black stone bricks.

Except for the majestic city and the giant in the midst of the weather chaos, it almost filled Lumian's horizon.

And every twenty or thirty meters, there stood a gray-white stone pillar, the stone pillar was the thickness of three or four people hugging each other, some of which had collapsed, and some of which pointed straight into the air, obscuring the view of Lumian and Jaina from looking behind.

The sky held up by stone pillars has a strange transparency, as if something is burning quietly there, but it cannot be seen with the naked eye.

This brings a certain amount of light, which is close to the twilight of a ruined battlefield, allowing Lumian, who does not have "dark vision", to see everything in range even if he does not create a red ball of fire.

He did not find the benevolent of evil gods such as Lady Poalis.

The guests of the 'hostel' didn't come in? Or are they scattered to different places and arrive at random locations?" Lumian asked himself as if he were talking to himself.

This time, he didn't mutter in his heart, hoping that Jane would have the corresponding information.

Although Jana didn't understand what "random" was, she probably understood what Lumian meant.

She didn't follow up and got the conversation to the most important thing: "What do you do now?"

At the same time, Jaina had a certain association in her heart:

The "hostel" is modeled after Charles........ and according to the occult knowledge involved in the witch's curse, could it be that he also has an evil god giver living in him? Belch...... He seems to have mentioned before that he has the seal of Mr. "Fool" on his body, and the seal is the one who is the gift of the evil god? The change just now is actually similar to the effect of the curse, but it is only because of the existence of the seal, and it has not caused serious consequences?

Do what? Lumian glanced at the wandering giant, who was surrounded by smoke, rainstorm, lightning, flames, etc., and his figure was extremely blurred, and only the silhouette appeared, and said with a smile: "The most important thing to do now is to distance yourself from that giant."

"Let's run in the opposite direction of the city, find a hidden place to hide, see what happens next, and try to find the exit as soon as possible."

Although Lumian felt that the giant and the city had a strong attraction to him, as if he was constantly calling out to himself to the past, he no longer had an angelic personality, he did not need to bear the magnet-like attraction of substance, and he would not move in that direction uncontrollably, and he could weigh the pros and cons and the situation more rationally and soberly.

The giant is very dangerous at first glance, it is definitely a creature with divinity, and it is likely that it is still in a state of madness, and he is a sequence 6 "conspirator" to approach anything, I am afraid that it will be out of control at a glance!

And if that city is really the Trier of the Quaternary Age, there must be a lot of demigods who died in it, and most of them have become undead like the old bones, and they will also emit all kinds of pollution, and Lumian has the seal of Mr. "Fool", and there is "Blood Emperor" Alista. Tudor's breath did not feel as relaxed, comfortable, and fearless as he did when he returned to the unspoiled village of Cordu.

If he had entered the Quaternary with such thoughts, Trill might have become an irrational, eternally wandering monster sealed with angels in the blink of an eye.

With that, Lumian turned around and ran in the opposite direction of the giant figure in the changeable weather, away from the great city.

Gotta get away as soon as possible, no one knows if the wandering giant will make a sound!

And many of the uncontrolled voices of the high level are unguarded injuries to the mid and low sequence extraordinaires.

Believing the experienced Charles, Janna followed her companion with a light foot, skirting the towering and collapsing grey-white stone pillars into the paved area of paved black stone bricks.

As he ran, Lumian's brow furrowed slightly.

He felt that after experiencing the battle in the world in the painting, and after doing many "spiritual world shuttles", his spiritual consumption was very large, and if he encountered another accident, he really didn't know how long he could last.

Gotta find a way to restore some spirituality...... The reality is the middle of the night, hiding until six in the morning? Lumian thought as he ran.

Flipping over to the ground, the false market area poured heavy rain on the bodies of Safari and the other "rooms".

They were standing on the side of the street across from the Breeze Ballroom, their chests lit up with different colored lights.

One figure after another came out, pierced through the void, and fell into the deep darkness, into the blood-stained and rust-black gates of the darkness.

Safari stared at this scene in a daze, her empty eyes and dull expression filled with a little sadness, and her long brown hair was already soaking wet.

Gabriel, who was beside her, showed obvious joy and asked in a fluttering voice, "It's over?"

"We can be together forever?"

Safari's rain-soaked face contorted, and she said to Gabriel, "Get out of here, away from me!"

"Why?" Gabriel was incomprehensible.

Safari's mission as a "hostel room" has been accomplished, so there should be nothing else, right?

Monsters will return to their daily lives.

Safari said bitterly: "When the guests leave, the rooms of the 'hostel' have no value......

Before she could finish her sentence, a pair of dragonfly-like transparent wings suddenly grew from her back, and the patterns on them were one after another open, indifferent eyes.

Silently, Safari's body collapsed, and the wet lake-blue dress lost its support and fell to the ground, above it a wriggling mass of flesh, each with a dragonfly-like, dreamy array of wings and eyes.

Safari's head was still intact, and it was surrounded by blood dragonflies, and a few ears of wheat and a few mushrooms grew out of its face, and drop after drop of rain fell there and slid down.

She opened her mouth as if she were on a journey to another world, and her voice became sharper: "We are not the Gifts, we are just the work of the elves!"

"Let's go!"

Gabriel stared blankly at the Safari, a bloody dragonfly and a head, and an indescribable sadness appeared on his hollow and indifferent face.

In the environment where the rain and the sun coexisted, he instinctively ran a few steps outside and stopped.

The playwright turned and walked back in front of Safari.

The corners of his mouth curled, and he smiled both politely and gently: "I forgot, I'm already a monster, where can I go?"

"I'm glad you finally let me run on my own."

Gabriel said as he bent down so that his knees touched the ground and the water.

He hugged countless bloody dragonflies and Savary's struggling head, and kissed her on the lips with ears of wheat and mushrooms, kissing them deeply.

Puff, puff, those bloody dragonflies sliced through his flesh with their wings, burrowed into his body, and sucked his life.

He was still kissing.

There was a bang, and the pouring rain hit the two of them.

It wasn't long before the pair of transparent wings emerged from Gabriel's back, stained with blood.

With the creepy gnawing, Gabriel's body collapsed and melted, as did Safari's head.

In the final bloodstain, strangely shaped "dragonflies" with transparent wings that vibrated like flesh flew up, like bright fireworks blooming in a torrential rain.

Suddenly, blazing sunlight fell, enveloping the area, enveloping the body that had undergone a mutation.

Not far away, Angoulême, Valentet, and Imre spread their arms at the same time.

Back in the church of St. Robles, they were not affected by the ritual just now, and there was no reversal of the real and the unreal, they still remained on the ground, and rushed to the Breeze Ballroom area after the situation stabilized.

......

Erato district, Sacred Heart Monastery.

Storms and lightning and thunder surrounded the golden sun, but they could not stop it from shining through for the time being.

This blurred the entrance to the Breeze Ballroom, which shook but did not disappear, and the world in the painting, flipped to the ground, became more and more illusory, getting closer and closer to returning to the rock wall.

"Magician" and "Justice", after getting rid of the erosion of the sun, find that the two of them have lost the trace of "Lady Moon".

The former immediately made the bright stars light up around him, and the same was true in his eyes.

Soon, she "saw" the figure of "Lady Moon".

The god did not hide anything, and forced his way into the unstable darkness and the mysterious and illusory iron gate.

The stars flashed, and the two big Arcana cards, "Magician" and "Justice", also came to the outside of the Breeze Ballroom.

Both of them were a little hesitant, not knowing whether to chase after them.

At this time, "Justice" sighed softly: "I feel that the attraction and summoning of the underground to me has become very weak and weak....."

The reason why they had scruples just now was because once they entered the depths of the earth, into the Quaternary Age, Trier, they would be subjected to a large, extremely terrifying pollution for the demigods.

Those cultists of the evil gods didn't matter, they were already crazy in nature anyway, at most a little more complicated and thorough, but they had to think about it.

"Pollution weakened?" The magician was stunned for a moment.

As far as she knew, there were only two beings that could make this phenomenon happen: one was Mr. "Fool" or "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun", who could temporarily strengthen the power of the seal, so that the various contaminations in that Trier in the Quaternary Period were bound and weakened.

The other is the deity who has taken control of the greatest anomaly of the earth: "the creator of all, the all-knowing and all-powerful God, the master behind the shadow veil, the ruler of the spiritual world, the depraved nature of all living beings."