Black currents surged, bubbles bulged and cracked, more and more branches and roots poked out from beneath the swamp, and brain-like "fruits" swayed on the branches, constantly emitting sweet aromas and anxious calls.

Due to the wide scope of the "Fruit Forest", it is really difficult to quickly find out where the monster's body is.

Even if the Pale Bone Spike pierced the roots of the tree, destroying its unusually active life force, the withered spike whiskers would be quickly replaced, and new branches would continue to poke out from underneath them, stabbing at the figure holding the bone sword.

Again and again, Esther stole the distance, dodging the punctures of the branches.

There was no way to go on like this, and before she felt spiritually tired, she could either choose to retreat to the shore before she had done so, or she could try her luck to steal the distance in the opposite direction and leave the monster's territory directly.

But it's also unknown what lies hidden in the darkness ahead.

Quick? Can it be done?

As she thought so, Esther swung the bone sword in her hand, skewering three whips at her branches at once, and then her left hand grasped and quickly stole the distance, appearing at the next brief foothold.

I need a little extra time.

The moment the idea came to him, the light was already flying out from under the hood, levitating around Esther, emitting a shimmer of light.

Esther developed a sense of agility like an arm, and after the imprints under her eyes were difficult to hide, these points of light no longer seemed to distinguish between her and "Zoya", but were completely under her control......

Esther's left hand raised an index finger and drew an unmarked circle in the air.

The points of light converged, as if they were driven to line up as quickly as possible, and drew a huge circle at Esther's feet, sinking below the swamp.

The previously raised branch slowly shrank downward, and Esther stomped top of a section of root, leaping into the air, carefully observing the changes in the swamp from top to bottom.

After the ring fell, the movement of the tree roots outside the range gradually froze, and the area demarcated by good luck was not wrong, and the most deadly core of this monster should be near here, not far from Esther!

The withering and sinking of the roots, the direction of the extension and contraction of the branches, the gushing points of the swamp bubbles,

The light in Esther's eyes grew brighter and brighter.

Maximize the ability of the "Decryption Scholar" and let all the slightest anomalies point to the same place!

Hold the clue and weave the thread from the dots, which should be an ability that she is quite familiar with, dissolved in instinctive actions.

The light and gentle eyes pierced the mud and captured a brain-shaped "heart" with a rich greenery and a width of nearly half a meter.

The high-flying figure began to fall again, towards the trapping net made of the roots of the tree.

The incomplete "reboot" that had been barely squeezed was suddenly shattered.

Esther hadn't expected it to last long, staring straight at the direction she had sensed.

Even if it began to twist and shift, it would take at least a few seconds to instinctively hide the core deeper.

Not to mention that the roots near the core had to be spread out to reveal enough crevices for it to pass through.

Enough is enough.

The verdant heart always fell into Esther's eyes, and she held her breath, stealing the distance.

The figure in the red hood disappeared above the swamp.

In the rancid swamp, in the narrow crevices of the tree roots, the "pale bone nails" were handed out from a crooked angle, and fiercely passed through the turquoise brain.

The breath of death poked out its fangs and tore at the monster's life force.

Esther's left hand flipped upside down, stealing the distance between herself and above again, and her figure instantly resurfaced outside the swamp, maintaining the physical inertia of falling downward.

The bone sword stabbed at a slashing branch, making it completely honest. Esther stood on the withered branches, and only when some of the vines approached did she pick out the sword flowers and let them float quietly on the swamp.

During the previous grappling, the monster made of tangled vine branches was constantly sucked into the life force of the bone sword, which obviously angered it, causing it to want to catch this rare fresh prey even more ferociously, and couldn't wait to produce more "fruits" that confused the sight and attracted the prey, hoping to influence Esther's judgment.

As a result, the monster as a whole floated too much to immediately bury the core back in the mire, and even when Esther used "Restart" it sensed the crisis, it was a step too late.

The fruit of the branches cracked one after another, and the gray slurry sprinkled on the black swamp continued to give off that strange and seductive aroma.

The last vine hung limply, and Esther was about to leave the other side of the swamp when her "spiritual intuition" suddenly touched a little.

"What's the matter? Spiritual materials? Esther reacted quickly, she flicked the Pale Bone Spike and jumped in the direction that triggered her perception, "That's right, unlike that sea, the monsters here are all entities. ”

Esther poked with her bone sword, then kicked down hard, revealing a hole that could reach beneath the vines.

After a moment of observation, she gave up the idea of reaching for it, but when she leaned over to observe, Esther could smell the disgusting stench of the roots of the tree.

Give it a try? With this in mind, Esther reached out and grabbed it with her left hand.

A half-clumped green bud fell into her palm, pinched so soft that it was like a ball of wool, exuding a pleasant sweet fragrance.

What's the use? I don't know.

Esther could be sure that this was a special kind of spiritual material, at least more than Sequence Six, and the more specific content could only be known through divination, but just observation did not allow her to obtain further information.

However, Esther had a hard time preserving it, and ended up tucking it into the edge of her hood and carrying it inside.

Such a spot of light next to the hair can also effectively suppress its mutation, and Esther has no other container at hand, so she can only do this now.

Except that the hood is a little heavy, it doesn't affect too much, and the volume of this bud is so small that it doesn't leak down from the back.

With each short distance she advanced, she stole a little distance as far as her sight could see, and she was relieved when she finally reached the shore, which had taken more time than she had expected.

She stopped as she passed a cluster of stone pillars and sat down under one of them, wanting to rest for a moment.

The physical and spiritual exhaustion of this walk is only one aspect, and what makes Esther feel even more exhausted is the loneliness that has no end to the darkness. She hadn't felt this way when she had traveled with Ulorius and Leomaster, but after walking far alone, it was hard for Esther not to think back to the wonderful conversation she had with Ulorius.

She sighed and pulled her hood lower.

Esther couldn't even sense the extreme alternation of heat and cold, maybe the environment was a little cold, but the warm cloak kept her out of the outside temperature.

Frequent white lightning began to appear overhead, and even the sound of thunder and wind felt familiar, rather than the silence of her own heartbeat, which could easily give Esther a sense of confusion that nothing but herself existed.

The monsters in the darkness could make sounds, but they were by no means pleasant, and their breath or footsteps only forced Esther to tense her nerves and be more careful to avoid all the moving shadows.

The fight only adds more pointless trouble, and she just wants to see what exactly is calling her, not hunting for extraordinary materials here.

Perhaps the "Sun" would know what the material was and wait until the next time Tarot met Esther and thought it would be a good idea to ask him, or simply sell it to someone else.

I really want to sleep for a while.

Esther touched the feathered pattern on the back of her hand, remembering that her gloves were still in her satchel.

"Logan's Claw" is also in it, too bad, will Klein be affected? I've placed a seal with a point of light, but if too much time passes, it will fail. I don't have anything to do with the ritual at hand, and I don't know if the ritual here will summon the messenger.

Just pray to Mr. Fool and let him help relay the news to Klein.

With this thought, Esther lowered her head and clasped her hands in front of her: "...... who do not belong to this era"

Her voice stopped suddenly.

Something in the darkness flapped its wings and was approaching.

Birds?

As soon as Esther raised her right hand, the "Pale Bone Spike" was already tightly held in her palm.

Since stepping into this dark continent, the only thing she has ever seen with wings, except for her own lark, which is a white-eyed crow, Esther will of course be wary.

However, a few meters away, the sound of flapping wings stopped, and Esther only blinked her eyes before entering a special state of perception, closely observing the movements around her.

At the top of the stone pillar not far from her right hand sat a silhouette of a black crow, a cluster of worm-like phantoms, leisurely casting its gaze downward.

Esther could almost see the sly smile in her dark eyes through the darkness.

This made her feel nostalgic and made her murderous.

As if sensing the hostility in her heart, the crow that landed on the top of the stone pillar and kept its distance greeted:

"Don't worry so much, I'm not the ontology, and we don't have that much ill will towards you."

Esther reopened her eyes, completely unconcerned about the crow's words.

The break is disturbed, and it really picks the time. Is it because he has used the power of "Zoya" twice before, so he has been targeted? Amun himself seems to have the control of "Zoya......

By associating the places between the two points and figuring out my course of action, if he continues to speculate, he knows where my destination is.

Esther stood up from the ground, her right hand clutching the "Pale Bone Spike" and never retracting it, she grabbed it in a certain direction with her left hand, and the red cloak quickly disappeared into the darkness.

There was no point in staying here any longer, and it was best to leave as soon as possible before Amun's body appeared, and to get to the place where the call was heard before He arrived.

A sigh with a smile came from the top of the stone pillar: "Alas, I am telling the truth, why don't you listen to it?" ”

(End of chapter)