The storm swirled, and the thunder sounded in my ears like the roar of a beast.

There was a scream from every corner of the body that seemed to fall apart, as if it had been constantly pounded with a stone mortar, and it was about to be crushed into powder.

The air blows wildly in the ears, countless fragments float between the "sky" and the "sky", and the surrounding clouds are difficult to distinguish colors. My head was almost paralyzed, and I couldn't even tell where was above and where was below.

The body was falling rapidly—at least that's how the body felt it. Just if you want to use the debris scattered around you as a reference, it feels like you're flying upwards, full of indescribable distortion.

The darkness had never been so thick, and the insignificant glow distorted against a pitch-black background. Flashes of purple-black eerie electricity brought a little light to the space that was almost covered in deep black—unfortunately, this glimmer of light was meaningless under the thick black curtain.

Countless scars were cracked between the cracks in the clouds, and from them gushed out purple-black electric light like a swarm of snakes. The qiē that they touched, whether it was wreckage or debris, even rain and air, were swept into those chasms, twisted into clumps of unidentified archetypes.

Curt subconsciously grabbed Liqi's hand, and the body temperature that was colder than the wind and rain confirmed her existence. On the other end, the girl bit her lower lip tightly and gestured in the void with her free hand, trying to build a spell that could cushion the momentum of the fall with all her might.

However, her struggle was in vain, and the chaotic magic around her body tore at the two of them without stopping. The Rubik's Cube, which Lizzie had worked so hard to build with the magic power in her body, was swallowed up by the frenzied turbulence around her before it could barely take shape, and she was completely unable to construct a complete structure.

Nevertheless. She's still trying.

Not giving up - or rather, unwilling to admit her miscalculations - the pride in Lizzie's heart drives her to use all her magic to fight the turbulence around her. The shattered Rubik's cube did indeed drive away the sporadic electric light before it turned into shining fine crumbs and disappeared.

"Hey, Curt. ”

Watching her spell turn into foam and fly away again, Lizzie chuckled under her breath, "It seems that this time." The two of us are really going to be finished. But since becoming like this, it's been 'living' for so long, so it's reasonable to use this conventional method to meet the end, right?"

Relaxed as if she was discussing her own end, the girl laughed unbridledly. She fiddled with the magic threads of her fingertips leisurely, once again challenging the act of constructing spells in this boundless turbulence. It doesn't look like it's dying at all.

Black magic flowed out of Liqi's body, spraying around her like a tidal wave, as if she wanted to erode her own realm in this space. Shadows danced around her, turning into slender tentacles that tangled with the turbulence around her. Violent fighting.

"Isn't it just death? It's not like we haven't died before. Curt pouted indifferently, and then pulled Liqi over and hugged him, "It has been decided from the time the 'contract' was established, we are a community of destiny tied together, and we can't escape if we want to." ”

He is not afraid of death, but is just waiting to meet the end of his fate.

Both have seen countless deaths, including several times of their own "ashes". However, from an objective point of view. The two members of the Leinster family still exist and have not become dry bones in any grave. Nor has it been reduced to natural fertilizer.

However, what kind of exhibition will happen this time, neither Curt nor Lizzie has a conclusion. Curt glanced at Lizzie, who was concentrating on casting spells, then at the space where some debris floated, and calmed down to examine the flying objects around him.

Where is this exactly?

Whether it's in the sky, or outside the Dominion - then again, it's questionable whether this is or isn't the original "world." Before falling into this dark "abyss". Curt only had time to see the pitch-black "sun" in front of him, which was expanding endlessly, engulfing him.

It may be said that he and Lizzie fell into it.

Woo-ah-ah......

Surround the surroundings. And the sound of screams like dying wails resounded through the space. They mingled like a chorus. Weaving layers of discord around the ears of the two, this is the dying cry of the cursed soul, and the strange whisper is framed into the cursed cry.

The sorcerers and Slots were all reduced to fragments of corpses and fragments known as "soul matter", all of which had been swept into the "sun" not long ago. Now, like rain, they rushed past the two of them, plunging into the bottomless darkness.

No, this may not be the same space where they used to live - inexplicably, Curt had such an unbounded idea. The moment he was sucked into the pitch-black "sun", he seemed to see a shattered landscape, mountains and rock colossiumes, all ruthlessly torn apart.

Centered on the muddy black sphere, the surrounding qiē was distorted, and the already inclined scene was covered in darkness in an instant.

Rainstormy skies, solid rock colosses, shelling still resounding... A qiē thing is like a painting that has been maliciously poured with ink, and it loses its boundaries. The outline of things vanished in the blink of an eye, and the emptiness of nothingness engulfed a qiē while blindfolding him with darkness.

I'm afraid that what looks like a space that is almost black is not "black" in the true sense of the word. It's just that in this world where light is distorted, human eyes can't catch clear chromatic differences, so they have to express it in outright "darkness".

I never thought it would happen - and even now, it's just a delusion. Curt never thought his crankiness was right, and even if he occasionally said it, he expected the worst.

You must know that the name "Calamity Raven" is really no joke.

Of course, if there is a case in the case, it is not absolutely impossible - after all, the few "strangers" also prove that the adjacent world does exist. For example, Aurodin, who came from far away and now works for Abbot François, and various foreign visitors recorded in history are conclusive evidence.

It's just that if Curt wants to become a being like them, he lacks the corresponding sense of reality. The unknown world is a difficult subject to understand.

After all, oneself is closely connected with the world, and then the continuous accumulation of thinking and memory finally creates the individual. In any case, as long as you are still in the world, all the things you can touch are emotional, and they all originate from the world.

There was no doubt that if Curt and Lizzie were to be thrown into another world, the most basic principle would be whether the body could accept the concept of that world, and how fragile the human body was, they knew for a long time, and the slightest deviation was enough to die countless times.

If it really leads to another "world", then what awaits the two of them in this seemingly endless dark depth, and do the Slots who have been torn to shreds and then transformed into the power of that man also become a part of this world in some sense?

There are so many questions to ponder - even if they don't matter in the end.

"It's funny, what do you think we'll do in the end?"

Some people say that people will see the marquee of their life before they die, but Curt does not feel the slightest difference: "Or is it that this time we are self-inflicted, and we still can't die." If that's the case, I don't really know what kind of expression I'm going to have. ”

The sense of time is gradually paralyzed by the continuous fall, giving the illusion that it is almost endless. The dark space seemed to have no end, and there was nothing to prove that they were really falling, except for the oncoming air.

"Your jokes aren't funny, and your crow's beak is accurate every time. Lizzie moved restlessly in Curt's arms, as if Curt's hand was hindering her movement of weaving spells, "If that's the case, it means that our contract is going to be extended again." ”

Anyway, it's not the first time, many times risking his life, but in the end, he seems to be mocking to restore normalcy with a tattered body. Since that accident a long time ago, the "line" between life and death in the two has been blurred, not like alive or dead, and not like the walking dead.

It's not the kind of situation you want to face - rather, it's like a vicious curse.

Merely...... This time there is no need for them to go through the process of "regeneration" that makes life worse than death. Two foreign objects in their bodies continued to fall, seemingly annoying the pitch-black orbs that were engulfing them, and soon, the two of them felt the turbulence around them begin to roll in greater amplitude.

The clouds that enveloped it cracked, and a dense stream of cobweb-like purple-black lightning burst into blinding flashes behind the splitting wounds. The dissonance grew louder, mingling with the sound of the wind and rain, and turning into a deafening roar—behind which was the wailing of thousands of ghosts.

Through the light and shadow of the thunder behind the clouds, Curt clearly saw a large gray wasteland, and he and Lizzie were not falling, but flying directly above the wasteland.

Below they were greeted by a rocky craggy crag. (To be continued)

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