Curt and Lizzie fell in a whirlpool of darkness, the intertwined darkness woven into sharp blades that swirled around them like meat grinders.

The touched spirit suddenly vanished, like a painting erased from an eraser, leaving only the mutilated fragments to fade away like a cloud of smoke. The white magic and the dark blades eroded at each other, and the parts at the edges continued to emit glare flashes of electricity.

The thick darkness was approaching, barely enough to accommodate two people at the entrance, and it was almost almost enveloped around them at this point. Only the magic that spreads from Lizzie's side protects the two of them, forcibly tearing a path through the narrow vortex that will allow them to guò.

This is definitely not the path that can lead to Guò for humans, but when she sees it reveal a gap, Lizzie's face still has a smile on her face that has succeeded in her conspiracy. Although the sharp darkness had completely enveloped them, she still maintained a calm smile.

I don't know how long it took to fall downward, but the magic under Liqi's control pierced through the closed darkness, and finally rushed into a hollow where I couldn't tell the direction. The blades were all left behind, and there were only layers of black in front of them, and the ground solidified like rocks.

"It's good - it seems that there is still time, the darkness has not penetrated to the deepest depths. Lizzie grabbed the dagger made from a part of her spirit and threw it into the darkness directly below with all her might, "Don't think that this little thing alone can stop me!"

The thrown dagger was wrapped in a layer of pale magic, leaving a spiral trail in the darkness, hitting the pitch-black ground in front of it. The cold light tore at the dark barrier. The force of the jet carved a pattern like broken glass on the ground.

Cracking sound!

A sharp pain that rippled through his body, followed by a crisp cracking sound that echoed through the darkness around him. Curt felt as if he had fallen from a great height and hit the unstable ice. The shattered darkness shattered into countless shards, and then the icy liquid enveloped his body.

"Today I know for the first time. It turns out that spirits can feel such pain. ”

Grinning Curt stood up from the icy water, obviously without a body, but he could clearly feel sharp pain coming from everywhere. The sky overhead was still covered in a darkness as thick as rain clouds, and not even the streamers that swept away the darkness could pierce the layers of dark clouds.

Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell

Out of nowhere, a series of bells rang out, and crisp music echoed through the dark space, gently stirring the liquid that had accumulated on the ground. The air trembled slightly in an unknown place, and these dull elements almost lost the qiē that the "wind" should have.

But the arrival of the two changed the stability of the magic, and the air that had sunk in the darkness regained some strength in the sudden arrival of support. A crisp breeze blew from all directions towards the gap above, but in a matter of moments it swept away the dark debris that had swirled around the two of them.

Covering the darkness above gives a feeling of oppression. But they didn't flow down again, but continued to turn counterclockwise under the traction of some force, gradually unfolding into a smooth canopy. Shimmers of magic seeped from across the curtain, transforming into starlight that dotted the darkness.

The "water" deposited on the ground suddenly lit up with a strange cold light, and the glow of the icy liquid made the world that had only been dark reveal its shape. The magic was expanding, and the spreading light was gradually expanding, almost illuminating the end of the sky.

"Lizzie, what the hell is this place?" The glow of the water illuminated the space, but Curt had some unspeakable doubts in his mind. "If we were just under a block covered in darkness, the boundaries around us were a little too wide. ”

Above is the deep darkness, and below is the smooth "water", and he and Lizzie are walking on the surface of the sea. Curt calmly looked around. The space beneath the black mud was surprisingly open, and the empty water stretched out far beyond the horizon.

The boundaries of this space are boundless, and they continue to spread endlessly in the distance beyond the reach of the eye. Only the sky forms a slightly curvature dome. In the distance, a few strands of deep black sludge could be seen, pouring shimmering into the shimmering water from the cracks in the dome.

It may be a bit inaccurate to say "on the water". Because they only give the impression of an icy liquid, they themselves do not reflect the mirror image on the surface of the water.

"Actually. I'm not sure yet. ”

Lizzie stared around suspiciously, her eyebrows squeezed together, "Theoretically, this should be a space created by magic. This is what I only discovered when I observed just now, the magic of the moonlight is concentrated in the core above, but the spells woven by the Rubik's Cube are all pointing down, which is obviously more important than the core, and there are also those phantoms, which can only be developed after absorbing a large number of residual thoughts. ”

She suddenly raised her hand and pointed at the false sky, the darkness that had calmed down had somehow changed their shape, transforming into a mirror-smooth dome. Curt stared intently at the black background, and the originally empty sky unfolded a huge number of phantoms, looming into a familiar scene.

In the apparitions of the sediments, a map of an area is depicted, with gentle hills stretching from the southern mountains to the northern wilderness. Dense grass grows on the slope, occasionally one or two white boulders are exposed, and several old trees grow freely on the wilderness.

At first glance, this is a wilderness full of wild atmosphere, although it is a wonderful scenery, but at first glance there is nothing special to find, but I can only feel that this scenery is full of inexplicable familiarity. The darkness dissipated, the phantom gradually expanded, and the scenery that appeared in the picture slowly changed.

Sheltered by the river is a desolate land covered with weeds, and a large number of cracked rocks can be vaguely seen exposed to the ground, as if it were a post-apocalyptic scene. The yellowed grassland had just been burned by flames, and the remains of monsters remained on the field.

On the west side of the hill, near the river, slender white boulders stand side by side like temple pillars, stretching from the riverside to the iron-blue mountains. To the north of the rocky plateau, a cloud of smoke drifted upward, and the mirror on which the two stood fell from the illusion.

The newly established fields and scattered farmhouses were deserted, but they were a fairly stable scene, and scattered wooden boxes and haystacks could be seen in the distance. Specks of fluorescence shine through above, outlining the outline of a looming castle.

A number of low cubes are clustered around a large old tree, and upon closer inspection, there are crudely wood-and-stone houses and rudimentary walls. The rough appearance of the buildings is reminiscent of the improvised settlements of the early colonial era, which would fall apart if a major disaster occurred.

"No, it's just a colonial-era settlement!"

Liqi, who was still silent, suddenly shouted, her eyes showing obvious shock: "Or, this illusion is the earliest appearance of Catrice, the oldest remnant of the city. These spells have absorbed the remnants of thoughts, are they actually trying to create a mirror!"

Curt was still confused, but Lizzie had already become a sudden realization, her eyes flashed with a strange light, and the relaxed expression on her face froze. I don't know if she was surprised or suspicious, the expression on her face also showed a slight change, but after all, she still looked unsure.

She kept looking up at the illusion of the city, and from time to time she lowered her head and muttered a few spell terms, as if she was deducing the spell structure. After pondering for a moment, Lizzie suddenly clenched her teeth, picked up the spirit dagger that had fallen at her feet, and smashed it into the smooth water.

The dagger had consumed most of its power before she could use it to break through the Dark Siege, and was now a fragment about to dissipate at best. But when it was smashed into the water by Lizzie, it did not cause the slightest splash, but instead emitted a cacophony of metallic sounds.

In an instant, the surface of the water that emitted a faint cold light set off a less obvious ripple, and round after circle, the liquid that did not react at all when the two of them fell was disturbed. With the spreading ripples, the shimmer of light covering the liquid receded, revealing a landscape hidden underneath.

"This is"

Curt's eyebrows jumped, because the view that quietly emerged was not underwater, but on the other side of the city's phantom on the other side of the water. It was also an image of a city, also viewed from the perspective of a high-altitude view - with the same sense of familiarity that came to mind.

The water on which the two of them were standing turned into a celestial dome, and the sky above what should have been the dome reflected the phantom of the ground, making Curt and Lizzie feel as if they were standing upside down in the sky. The water that spreads into the distance seems to be connected to each other on the other side of the horizon, and the whole space forms a sphere.

Based on the surface of the water on which the two were standing, the phantoms, although they did not coincide, corresponded to each other with a strange feeling. Whether it's a city, a hill, a lake, or a variety of phantoms, it's hard to tell the distance between them.

The scenery that appears on both sides is completely different, but both give people an inexplicable sense of familiarity, and they can't help but confuse them. The only drawback is that there is no counterpart to Curt and Lizzie beneath the water's surface, and the two of them are lonely "upside down" in the sky, like the occasional dissonance in the music.

"It's a symbolic spell—I should have thought of it!"

Lizzie gritted her teeth fiercely, and angry words came out of her teeth: "It's Sain Democra! This guy has been using spells to create a connection between this place and that foreign country, and that dark 'sun' is just one step in it!"

Her fists clenched together, but no matter how the feelings in her heart changed, they couldn't stop the corresponding two mirror images from connecting further. (To be continued......)