The gray fog at the core became thick, expanding towards every corner of Trier in the Quaternary Age.

Gardner in silver-white full-body armor. Martin was not surprised by this, since he had been eroded by the power in the building at 13 Market Avenue and could hear that great voice, he had often had such images in his dreams, which gave him a wonderful feeling of returning to his hometown, and the doors of his house were opening for him.

Gardner. Martin ran, towards the heart of Trier in the Quaternary Age, towards the Land of Godfall.

The "citizens" in the houses on both sides were so narrow that they could almost stand on the street where they could shake hands at the window, and Lumian and the others ran forward in front of each other.

After only a dozen steps, Lumian felt something invisible reach out from within the dark gray mist, the countless arms of a terrifying being, caressing every living creature in the area gently, slowly, from top to bottom, to determine who was his prey.

Lumian's scalp tingled for a while, and the place where he was caressed, even if it was blocked by clothing, had goosebumps that could not be contained.

He instinctively wanted to fight against these intangibles, but he immediately remembered the words of Themipolos: "You can't stop, you can't turn back, you can't teleport, you can't pull your companions!"

Although this does not include situations such as not being able to fight, not being able to defend, and not being able to attack, Lumian feels that it is better to wait a little longer and take a look.

He resisted the urge to set fire to the invisible, and pressed on.

Jana on his side, Franka and Anthony behind him, kept staring at him, he didn't do it, he didn't do it himself, and what he did, he hurried to follow.

At this time, seeing that Lumian did not fight the invisible thing in the dim gray mist, and did not take any measures, they could only stiffen their heads, with a strong sense of danger with a gentle touch, and kept running.

In the process, Franka felt that this kind of intangible thing had a familiar taste.

Thinking of the Quaternary Trier in the suspected mirror here, which is closely related to the "witch" path, she quickly had an answer: this is very similar to the "spider silk" of the "Witch of Pleasure"!

Could it be the legacy of a high-ranking witch? In Franca's mind, she imagined a large, half-human pitch-black spider nesting silently in the depths of the gray mist, stretching out a large amount of spider silk that seemed to have its own life, trying to find and capture its prey.

After running for a dozen more paces, Lumian was pleasantly surprised to find that the invisible thing slowly retreated, no longer actively touching herself, only occasionally rubbing and rubbing because they were densely packed around.

This seems to be due to the changes he brings about by actively approaching the source of the invisible.

The invisible only clings to those who want to escape!

After rushing out of the narrow streets and deep into the thick gray fog, Lumian's hairs suddenly stood on top and his back was cold.

His instincts told him that there was a great danger ahead, enough to destroy the danger of himself and others, and once he got close, the consequences were unimaginable.

Franka and the others unconsciously slowed down, the real horror was like a pistol against their foreheads, ready to fire a bullet at any moment.

Lumian gritted his teeth and continued on.

Since you choose to believe the advice of Themipolos, you should stick to it until a counterexample appears, or else you might as well try something else in the first place!

He didn't stop, and Janena, Anthony and the others didn't dare to stop, just like a fool who knew that there was a cliff ahead, knew that he was small, knew that he would be crushed, and took the initiative to stand up and run past.

At that moment, out of the corner of her eye, Lumian saw a black flame burning on Jana's body, which burned her face with pain and horror in her eyes.

With a click, Jaina shattered like a mirror, and her figure was re-outlined, but it still had black flames attached to it, and even an extra layer of frost.

She looked at Lumian with a pleading expression.

Lumian instinctively raised his left hand and tried to help Jana, but after a brief hesitation, he withdrew his palm and looked back at the front.

Can't pull a companion!

Jane's gaze suddenly became desperate, with a bit of surprise and resentment.

She coughed, and she stopped.

She was suddenly entwined by the invisible and dragged into the depths of the gray mist in front of her.

Franca's expression changed, and she was about to help, but Lumian's advice suddenly flashed through her mind.

She hesitated.

At this moment, Jane's expression was filled with resentment, blood oozed from the pores of her face, and her mouth let out a terrible scream as if she was cursing everyone.

Seeing this scene, Lumian and the others were relieved.

Such a Jaina is obviously more like a "man in the mirror"!

The screams echoed, and Janna disappeared into the depths of the gray mist, her voice abruptly stopped.

Almost at the same time, out of the corner of his eye, Lumian saw another Jana appear beside him, running at high speed, with an expression of anxiety and nervousness.

Really! Lumian probably understood why Themipolos said he couldn't pull his companions.

Here, the companion may be swapped with him in the mirror at any time, and helping the "man in the mirror" harms the real companion, and causes himself to completely integrate into this place, becoming the "food" of the existence of the source of the invisible.

! Can't you just make it clear? These reasons are not particularly complicated, and we have to experience and overcome them for ourselves! While Lumian secretly cursed Termibolos, he ran more and more firmly.

In the following period, they encountered similar problems several times, but with experience, they neither stopped fighting, nor did they turn and run away, and resisted the urge to help their companions.

Lumian and the others, who had no time to look at their surroundings, used the giant black pillar as a benchmark and ran in a straight line, only occasionally bypassing some obstacles.

Finally, the black pillar was not far ahead.

At the same time, Lumian, Anthony and others were surprised to find that the danger that originally existed in front of them, the danger of being about to collide head-on, magically disappeared.

No, it's not gone, it's now behind Lumien and them, far away!

Running towards danger and moving away from it? As with the light black stone brick area in the wilderness, the direction here is also wrong, chaotic? Lumian was surprised, did not look back, did not stop to rejoice, and insisted on running towards the black pillar.

If it weren't for his demonstration, Franca and Jaanna might have looked back, but they continued with joy and fear.

After running for a few dozen meters, the four of them arrived at the square where the huge black pillars were erected.

It is paved with light black stone bricks, and many gray-white stone pillars have collapsed, and only a few remnants remain.

And these "surviving" gray-white stone pillars are as small as ants compared to the black giant columns.

The giant black pillar was even larger than the "Night Pillar of Christmanna" that Lumian had seen in the third level of the catacombs, extending into the sky that seemed to be burning with invisible flames, and the top was nowhere to be found.

The situation here reminded Lumien of the pale black stone brick area in the wilderness outside and the large number of gray-white stone pillars in the area, but there was nothing like the black pillars.

The "night pillars" there fell and were destroyed, so that the old bones climbed out, and there was pollution in the building at 13 Market Avenue? Later, it was repaired by building catacombs to move countless corpses? Lumian made a certain guess based on this.

Franka and Janna looked to the plaza in front of them, and saw that the area around the black pillar had collapsed into the ground, and there seemed to be blazing white magma flowing below, and something like a looming black tentacle lurking.

They didn't give any warning of danger, but Lumien and the others believed it could be even more dangerous than previously sensed presence.

Next to the huge black pillar was a snowman one meter seven or eight high, its white, frosty face had several cracks on the surface to form eyes, nose and mouth, and no ears.

When Lumian's gaze swept casually over the snowman, Huo Ran froze there.

He saw a blackened smudge on the snowman's right eye, like a monocle.

Amon? Lumian was startled and was about to flee in a hurry.

At this moment, the majestic cascading voice of Themipolos sounded in his ears: "Dead."

The dead ......... Lumian quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

It's normal to think about this, Amon is a great nobleman of the Tuduo Empire in the Quaternary Age, and it is not news that more than 100 doppelgangers died in the original god war, and some of them are not recovered due to the situation here.

For some reason, Lumian heard a little joy in Themipolos' brief words.

Anthony, who was also observing the snowman, suddenly felt a little hot on his forehead, his breathing became hot, and his spirit was rapidly weakening.

"I'm sick." He calmly reminded his companion.

Ill Lumian glanced at the black pillar again.

Is that really the body of the "Chrissmana Nightpillar"?

Here, the idol of the "primordial witch" cannot suppress the erosion of disease?

Franca's heart moved, and she said to Jana, "Take out the idol."

As she spoke, she put her palm into her pocket and took out the statue of the "Primordial Witch" carved from white bones.

When Jaina took out the black one, Franca beckoned Anthony over, observed his face and said, "How do you feel now?"

"It seems to be getting better, yes, it's getting better." Anthony took a hard look at his physical condition.

Franka laughed, "I'll just say I'm okay with Jana, and you're sick."

"It looks like it's within a certain distance of the idol."

As soon as she finished speaking, behind the black giant pillar, blazing white fire crows flew out and rushed towards them.

Immediately, a figure spun out from there, and it seemed to be Gardner. Martin, wearing a black suit and yellow vest, is not the same size as Gardner. Martin.

He looked at the black idol in Jana's hand and the white bone statue that Franca was holding, revealing a longed-for expression.