The Kuroshio tide is rushing, and the streets of the ruined capital, which were already filled with black, are once again painted with more intense colors. The unbridled flow of dark sludge was clearly more dangerous than the silence around it, and even the mere gazing at it from afar could make you feel a chill.

It's like staring at a monster lurking in the abyss, and the threat of taking your life is filled with it at any moment. Beneath the silent tabernacle lies an infinite unknown, and even a peek into a small part of it will be met with endless backlash.

In the deep darkness that is difficult to see, the boundary between life and death seems to be blurred, and the entangled giants have long since lost everything, but continue to struggle meaninglessly in the black mud. The meaningless fight is just a monotonous process, and their flesh and blood have long been replaced by black mud.

The stone towers throughout the city had been lit up by the efforts of Curt and Lizzie, and the faint light from the towers pierced the darkness around them. Although the light spots at the edge of the street were covered in black mud, this did not hinder the operation of the stone tower in the slightest, and as the stone tower slowly lit up, a deep low sound came from the other side of the horizon, and even the street covered in black mud trembled slightly under the earthquake-like bass.

With the roar of machinery, scattered gray-white light erupted from the top of the crumbling tower, arcing through the air and converging on the top of the central tower. The swirling light gradually coalesced into a cloud-like vortex, which rappelled down to the stone monuments scattered throughout the tower, channeling their magic into it.

The platform at the top of the tower was now shining like daylight with a spilled glow, and the purpose-placed mechanics made a gut-inducing sound of movement. Glancing back at the mechanics that had successfully begun to function, the boy turned his gaze to the turbid current churning under the tower.

"Oops, oops. That's a lot of movement...... Somehow, all the embers that lurked beneath the city were turned out of the depths of the water by those two genuine 'scourges'. He muttered to himself, a wry smile on the corner of his mouth. "Hmph, isn't this the so-called 'spitting out the source of thousands of lives and devouring thousands of lives, so that reincarnation can continue'? ”

Although he said that he was "shuddering" in general. The young man's face looked quite leisurely, and it looked like he had known that he would give birth to this qiē. The sludge showed no signs of approaching the tower—or rather, it seemed to be afraid of something inside.

The boy grinned and stood on the edge of the cloister at the top of the black tower, looking out at the darkness spreading beneath the tower. The gushing sludge was like a raging flood, swallowing everything it could touch, and then combining it into monsters that could only be found in the wildest dreams.

The "giants", who had a little body in the past, were dissociated in the sludge and were given a fantasy-like appearance. The muddy body of a giant suddenly became solid, and the already burly body became angular in the blink of an eye, like a giant statue cut out of rock.

And that's not all. The twisted bodies of the giants were attached to the branches of some foreign object. Stone pillars of varying heights are spliced together on legs, misshapen heads, and inlaid with crystallized branches...... Shaking and looking at the past, none of the giants' appearances are repeated, and the strange appearances make people laugh.

Under the strange assembly of black mud, the giants' already somewhat twisted bodies became extremely bloated, and their movements, which had already looked clumsy, became more sluggish. They stumbled and stumbled, trying to navigate the turbid current - but most of them ended up falling into the sludge at their feet, only to be torn to pieces and assembled into even more grotesque images by them.

These are the mud that has fallen into the spread, and the end of the miserable giants cannot be changed by anything, and they have long since passed away with this world.

"If you want to keep the soil that holds the vitality of all things forever. Then the flesh and bones of the deceased must be returned to it on a regular basis. As if sighing, the boy whispered, "Since you have chosen to use this method to gain power, then you must be to blame for this result." ”

Talking to oneself is a meaningless act. However, the boy whispered his opinion as if he were communicating with someone he couldn't see. His whispers were so thin that even if you were standing next to him, you might not be able to hear what he was saying. Not to mention the space filled with a huge roar - even the sound of water dripping into the lake was much louder than it was.

"It's funny, I seem to have heard that what happened to them was 'self-inflicted'...... Other words. You know why they're the way they are?" and yet his whispered whispers reached someone's ears and became the words they used to question him.

Bang Sha Bang Sha ......

There was a slight sound of footsteps on the stairs behind the boy. The roar drowned out not only the boy's whispers, but also the footsteps of the visitors. You can't even feel their breath, and even the reactions of the living ones aren't clear—but the tones and accents are quite familiar.

Curt, whose face was worse than usual, and Lizzie, who was following him, also looked angry. The two of them, who had managed to get through the layers of mud, climbed up the towering stairs to the top of the platform, and even though their bodies were far more than the strength of ordinary people, they were probably very tired.

Sensing that it was the two of them who had boarded the platform behind him, the young man's face did not change color, his heart did not beat, and he said casually without looking back: "Didn't I tell you to hurry up before you left? You know, even with the special physique of the two of you, it will not be easy to be swept into that black mud." ”

Indeed, although the bodies of the two will periodically return to a certain point in time, this does not mean that no matter how much damage they suffer. Ongoing injuries are painful, so even if they can get out of the way, they don't like their bodies like the giants.

He did explain this point before, but it was impossible to light up all the stone towers during that time. And now that he is provoking this matter to say it, even the most unaware of the analysis of the other party can see that he wants to change the topic.

"Please don't talk about him left and right, and answer our questions in as concise a way as possible. ”

However, Liqi did not react, she was indifferent to the young man's words, and only said helplessly, "You know the qiē that was born here, and you know how to use the artifacts left by those giants - to be honest, we are both curious about how much more you know." ”

The boy claims to be friends with Curt and Lizzie, but for some reason, he is always trying to hide information about the world in various ways. It seems that he is subject to some special reason, so there is no way to reveal the corresponding information to the two of them.

This time it seemed to be the same, and he had a slightly wavering look on his face when he heard what Lizzie had said—but the glimmer of the flaw quickly faded.

"Don't worry, I promise you'll know the answer soon...... Not from me though. A distorted smile appeared on the young man's face, but his eyes looked a little helpless, "Speaking of which, it was you who told me about the operation of this giant Rubik's Cube, and I only knew about other things." ”

Inexplicably, Curt felt that he seemed willing to tell himself and Lizzie what he knew, but he couldn't say it because of some principle. He was more afraid to tell them what he knew than the turbidity currents that seemed to ruin him.

"And instead of digging into my roots, your goal now should be to return to your homeland, right?" Ignoring the overt suspicion on Curt's face, the young man smiled lightly, "After all, your city is still in danger, and even the two of you may not be able to turn the tide." ”

He knew very well how the two of them were feeling right now, and before they were brought into this world by the dark "sun", Catrice City seemed to have been attacked by the True Eye. I don't know how long it has been since then, but it's only worse than it was then.

The siege of the city had strange technology, and the man who organized the Rock Colossus to attack was even more difficult to ignore. Curt sensed a rather dangerous aura in him, and although it was different from the black-clad mages who were directly subordinate to the Eye of True Sight, the madness in his eyes was more than that. What's even more dangerous is that there seems to be some unknown power lurking in him.

"Why, Mr. Leonster, do you two want to stay here and continue to doubt me, or do you choose to let me open the way back for you now?"

Catching the sore spot of the two, the young man said leisurely: "You should know that the 'door' of summoning spells has many unstable factors, and there may be certain deviations in time, place and many other things. Waste a second, and that side may not only have a second. ”

He slowly approached the two men standing at the top of the stairs, and pulled out a fist-sized black crystal. It looks like an ordinary irregular orthorhombic pyroxene, but it seems to absorb all the light around it, giving it an unsettling black color.

The columns in the hall revolve around the central pillar, and the intertwined light connects them like chains. The moment the young man approached with the pyroxene, those gray brilliance were immediately dyed with a layer of pitch-black lines, but in a few seconds, they had all been transformed into complex patterns on the "chains".

Buzz Buzz......

Light and shadow cut through the space, and a black dot like ink appeared on the pedestal in the center, and then gradually expanded into a ring of light with black lines on a gray background. It sprang like a saw blade, refracting distorted light from the transverse space, forming a gray mirror.

It was a "door" based on summoning spells, and no one knew how much danger lurked behind the smooth gray mirror, but it was indeed a path out of this world. (To be continued!)

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