Although she was muttering to herself about how there were so many things going on in this place, Franka was not surprised at all.

This is the Trill of the Quaternary Age, and even if he is not in the Land of Godfall, there will be no shortage of anomalies!

Lumian and the others poked their heads out of hiding from different angles and looked at the place where the jingle bell sound came from.

It wasn't too far from the current street, but the fog was noticeably thicker, and the buildings loomed, as if they were just a corner of history.

In the depths of this fog, something resembling a steam train passed quietly, with fewer sections, only two sections, no chimneys, and oddly shaped brackets sticking out from the top, connecting to something in mid-air.

Jingle bells, and the train drove into a thicker fog and disappeared.

Although Franka and the others didn't really see it, they were all inexplicably frightened, as if they were standing on the edge of a cliff, or stepping on a sharp blade, the tip of which had pierced into their skin.

Before they could consider what the change in the fog and the appearance of strange things meant, and what it would bring, they felt that their surroundings had darkened a lot, that the dusk had receded, and that night was approaching.

A thick mist then spread, enveloping the area.

Although Lumian instinctively felt that there was a big problem and wanted to avoid it, as far as his eyes could see, it was a mutant mist dyed with a dark black color, and he couldn't "teleport" to an unaffected place at all, and beyond the mist, the wilderness they had just come over was already difficult to sense.

The mist was icy and soaked into their skin, and both Franka and Jana shivered involuntarily.

Almost at the same time, all over the narrow street, candle after candle flame and oil lamp after lamp were lit, and laughter, cries, and talking suddenly rang out.

This place has been turned from static to alive.

The Quaternary Trier came to life, and there was a bustle and a cacophony of life.

Anthony subconsciously observed the situation in different houses and narrow streets, and saw an asymmetrical pitch black building, with candlesticks hanging from above, illuminating the figure standing at the window.

The figure wore a black floppy hat that was half sunken and half bulging, dark clothing that was haphazardly buttoned, and there was a smooth wound that cut diagonally through his body from his shoulders to his waist.

This seems to be caused by a sharp greatsword.

At this point, the male's diagonally split body is not well put together, and exists like a child's stacked building blocks.

He munched on the meat-filled pie, and the food from his chew continued to fall from the wound to the floor without him noticing.

In other houses that are still habitable, more figures are presented.

Some of them are like melted and re-solidified candles, their flesh and blood are sticky, and they are indistinguishable from each other, some have pale skin, greasy white feathers have grown in their pores, and yellowish pus has flowed down, some of their bodies are small hollows, black insects fly in and out, some only have white skeletons left, only a human skin mask of mismatched size is attached to their faces, and some have degenerated into black shadows, as if they have been burned.....

In the narrow street, a half-human-tall yellow, blue, and red sphere rolls forward, and on top of it stands a clown in exaggerated clothing.

The clown's ears were not the same as those of a human, like a canine creature, and a little more pointed, and his face painted with red butterpaint was covered with patches of dark gray hair.

These are the citizens of Trier who have long since died? Lumien's eyelids jumped.

He, Franca, and the others also noticed that what these figures had in common was that their faces were bloodied and their expressions were rather cold.

"It's very similar, it's very similar to those 'people in the mirror'........" Franka muttered to herself, and then said in horror, "The change in the gray fog just now won't bring us to the Quaternary Trier in the mirror, right?" The city of Trier in the real Quaternary

The people are dead, but the mirror is still alive?"

Before she could finish speaking, Lumian and Anthony's eyes swept over her and Jane.

"Is it the problem with those two things again?" Franca's scalp tingled and said, "They caused us to be swallowed up by the Quaternary Trier in the mirror after the gray mist changed?"

"That's not it, I think it's a universal mutation, and those who entered here, except for a very few special people, all came to the ruins in the mirror after being shrouded in the expanding gray mist." Lumian looked at the "vibrant" narrow street and thought about it, "The biggest possibility is that those two gods stimulated Trier in the Quaternary Age, causing changes such as the expansion of gray fog. ”

Jian Na was silent at first, then frowned and said, "But we've been in for a while, why is there a change now?" We didn't do anything just now........"

"That's right!" Franka suddenly realized, "It must be those 'hostel' residents who came in and walked around, trying indiscriminately, touching something!"

As soon as she finished speaking, a hoarse, frightened shout came from not far away: "Help!

"Help me!"

Lumian and the others followed the prestige and saw a man in a black suit with neatly combed hair, like the secretary of some big man, running into the narrow street.

His face was full of pus, and mucus was dripping down his face, and from time to time he turned his head a hundred and eighty degrees, and looked behind him with horror, as if something invisible, terrifying, was chasing him.

"Help me!"

At the shout, the man's body suddenly froze, and then uncontrollably retreated, faster and faster, until it flew up.

"Ahh

In the midst of the fierce screams, he fell into a thick gray fog and fell among the shadowy buildings.

In the next second, the sound stopped abruptly, and there was silence in that direction.

Lumian and the others' heartbeats fluttered and became faster, and they all had a strong sense of danger.

Although the man in the black suit was not a normal person, he was suspected of being a gifter of the evil gods of the "Society of the End of All Things" or the "Cult of Disease", and he had been polluted by this place and suffered a certain amount of influence, and his head could be turned to the back, but his encounter still intuitively made Lumian, Anthony and others feel the horror hidden in the depths of the gray fog.

They seem to have been able to see that they and others have also been "dragged into" the depths of the gray fog and disappeared.

But at this moment, they don't know what to do, how to dodge, there is a thick blackened gray fog everywhere that seems to be the ruins in the mirror, and there are unknown dangers hidden in the dark everywhere, quietly approaching.

At this moment, Lumian's ears rang with the majestic cascading voice of Themipolos: "Keep running until you reach that pillar."

"You can't stop, you can't turn back, you can't teleport, you can't pull your companions."

This...... Isn't that the direction in which the monster was "devoured" just now? If we take the initiative to go over, isn't it equivalent to delivering food to our door? Lumian didn't know for a moment whether to believe that Themipolos sensed a real danger and was going to do something to save himself, or whether he suspected that he wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to engage in some conspiracy.

"You can believe it or not." The majestic voice of Themipolos added.

Lumian's suspicion turned to suspicion, and his eyes were still on the place where the figure of the Evil God Gift was "devoured".

In the depths of the gray mist, among the various looming, collapsing and towering buildings, there were vague black pillars that jutted into the sky.

Suddenly, Lumian remembered something: the "Night Pillar of Chrissmanna" at the entrance to the fourth level of the catacombs.

And Chrissmana is a high-ranking witch who fell in the "War of the Four Emperors" and fell in Trier in the Fourth Age!

He is also the son of God, the child of the "primordial witch" in the true sense of the word...... It is suspected that the Quaternary Trier in the mirror is here...... Lumian looked around, saw that the situation was similar everywhere else, and gritted his teeth and said, "Let's go forward!" Go to that black pillar!"

The sense of danger is getting stronger and stronger, and the situation is getting closer and closer, so he can only gamble.

Forward? Whether it's Franka, Jana, or Anthony, they are all full of questions about Lumian's choice.

Everyone has seen the situation of the man in formal clothes just now!

Lumian straightened up and said in a deep voice:

"Janati loot, you can't stop on the way, you can't turn back, you can't pull your companions!"

With that, he had already jumped out of hiding.

Seeing that the taboo was so specific, Franka glanced at Lumian and chose to believe.

Janna clenched the lucky gold coin in her hand, lifted the cloak containing the loot, and followed, Anthony had revenge, and there were no regrets or obsessions, and Lumian had shown his correctness several times before, so he didn't question it, and ran wildly to follow.

Kicking and kicking, the four of them ran into the narrow street, past the clown who was standing upside down on the ball, moving slowly, into the depths of the gray mist, and ran towards the black pillar.

…………

A corner of Trier in the Quaternary period, in front of a house made of black iron with a red pattern.

A wilderness overgrown with weeds has been compressed to the size of an ordinary square.

In the wilderness, "Lady Moon", who sat in a dark red open-top carriage, wore a loose white robe and a light veil, asked Mrs. Poalis, who was standing beside her, "What's wrong with you?"

Mrs. Pualis, dressed in black, covered her head with her right hand and said:

"I hear my child's cry again......"

"Lady Yue" nodded lightly and said, "It's inevitable, you take a break here and wait until your state recovers before catching up."

"Are you okay alone?" Mrs. Pualis's facial muscles twitched and twisted from time to time.

"Ms. Yue" said with a smile: "My child left me a gift, you don't have to worry."

She didn't even think that the "Night Lady" could help in this matter, and the reason why she was able to come in was because she had to stay in the Sacred Heart Monastery to attract attention, and she couldn't stay in the "hostel".

"Okay." Mrs. Poalis said with regret.

When the carriage and wilderness of the "Lady of the Moon" left, the expression of the "Night Lady" quickly returned to normal.

The carriage of the "Lady Moon", which was dragged by two devil-like creatures, moved forward for a while, and the gray mist thickened and expanded.

Her eyes flickered, and there was a bloodstained umbilical cord in her hand.

This umbilical cord emits a brilliant golden ray, keeping all erosion and influence out.

In this way, the "Moon Lady" made it to the edge of the Godfall Lands, where the gray mist was as thick as a wall.

She tried to get closer, but was blocked, like an ordinary person who couldn't get through the wall.

"Lady Moon" felt a strong call, but could not go further.

She was stunned and puzzled and whispered, "How could it be ......?"

While muttering to herself, "Lady Tsuki" swept her gaze around.

Huo Ran, her gaze froze.

On the surface of a half-collapsed palace-like building nearby, the flamboyant red solidified on the wall, outlining a sentence in a bloody state: "Didn't anyone tell you that there was another seal here?"