Sauron's expression was distorted, he tried all kinds of methods, and there was no way to make Albert let go of his hands and feet, and as for chanting spells, the pain of burning his soul was not to mention chanting spells, and concentrating was a kind of torture.

Gradually, he stopped struggling.

Albert thought he had given up, and the next second he sensed something was wrong.

The body in his arms began to dry up, the bones were all sucked away or melted, Sauron's eyes completely lost their highlights, his face quickly aged, he grew his mouth, as big as a python opened its mouth, and another body actually drilled out of his mouth.

Everyone was stunned, and so was Albert, who was dazedly clutching the shriveled snake-like body in his arms, and the man who had come out of Sauron's mouth, nay, didn't even know if it could be called a man.

It was a humanoid form made of semi-solid liquid, with dark skin and a rotten stench, hunched back, barely calling its face, outlining an old facial feature, without eyes, nose, lips, or ears, like a dried corpse.

The moment they saw Him, everyone felt a buzzing sound in their heads, and the players collectively passed a sanity test, and Albert covered his head in pain.

It opened its mouth wide, had no tongue, no vocal cords, but uttered silent speech, and everyone 'heard' the voice, because it sounded directly from the head.

But no one could understand the meaning of the obscure language.

Except for Ran.

[Stupid humans, you think I am doing this to return to my homeland, sad, pathetic, a herd of lambs who have forgotten their origins. 】

[Everyone is the same, everyone will go back, only that world is our ideal home, this world will sooner or later become a hell without grass, when the stars return to the right trajectory, the day of destruction will come, no one can live in this world anymore, only returning to the homeland is the only hope. 】

What's that?

Rann listened to the unfamiliar language in his head, frowned, and pondered the meaning of his words, the return of the stars to the correct trajectory is very restrained, in the Cthulhu mythos, it generally symbolizes that the old days led by Cthulhu have broken the seal and are about to descend and destroy the world, which corresponds to this.

So......

"The evil gods are coming, and the world will be destroyed?" Rann couldn't help but ask.

Sauron looked at him [It's inevitable, fate has given the answer. 】

Without waiting for Rann to ask again, Sauron suddenly looked up at the sky.

Rann also looked up, only to see the fog on the canopy dissipate, revealing a complete lunar eclipse.

Time's up.

Sauron spread his arms wide and recited an obscure incantation, Albert came to his senses at this time, and rushed forward to grab Sauron, but Sauron was already prepared this time, a thin layer of defense appeared on its body, no matter how the golden flame burned, the incantation in Sauron's mouth did not make a mistake.

Knock, knock, knock.

A knock sounded in everyone's hearts, and the surviving players suddenly let out a wail, including Archie and Edmund, as well as Albert, and everyone began to bleed and fainted on the ground.

Rann was fine, but his heart seemed to synchronize with the strange knock on the door, and a strange feeling took over him.

In the midst of this knock on the door, the aurora appeared, colorful and gorgeous, a scenery that can only be seen in the polar night, but now it appeared in the sky above Arkham City contrary to common sense.

In the most peculiar way, in this aurora, an illusory gate slowly emerged.

Like a mirage, as if far away and within reach, the gate was imprinted with a relief similar to the Kabbalah Tree of Life, but unlike the tree-like pattern of ten circles and twenty-two lines in the common sense of religion, there were only nine circles on it, and the last circle was broken as if it had been destroyed.

All the dreamers in Arkham City, all the unconscious citizens, this gate appeared in their dreams.

They are dazed, overwhelmed, and some instinctively want to get closer.

Sauron laughed and broke free from Albert's control, and from the moment the gate appeared and everyone was bleeding, Albert's ability to originate was forced to be interrupted, and everyone at the scene fell into a coma except for Rann and Sauron, no, it should be said that they fell into a dream.

[Open the door, open the door, the wanderer from his hometown is coming back. 】

With tears in his eyes, Sauron saw the place he had missed for a long time, the hometown he had missed for a long time.

It's been too long.

He had been in this world for so long that he had forgotten how he had come here, and he only remembered that when his eyes were opened, it was a strange world, a strange race.

He was accompanied only by eternal loneliness and untold suffering.

As long as he set foot on this land, pain and illness will always be with him, and the most tormenting thing is that Sauron will not die.

He had been tormented by illness and pain for so long, but he could never die, and endured almost never-ending torture and loneliness.

For though forgetting made me feel calm, I knew all along that I was just a stranger, a stranger who existed in this century, a stranger who existed among those who were still people. *

During these long years, the only thing that sustained Sauron was the memories of his hometown.

There, milk and honey flow from the ground, and as soon as you step on that land, infinite power springs up in your body.

There will be no sickness and old age, and there will be echoes of thoughts and thoughts, and everyone will show happy smiles.

Sauron stretched out his hand in the direction of the gate, desperately running towards it.

When the monster ran desperately to the door, a flaw was revealed behind him.

A silver dagger glowing with strange brilliance pierced Sauron's heart, and Amos appeared, the hunter who had been silent finally unleashing a fatal blow at his long-awaited prey.

This silver-white dagger is also a strange thing, and the light on it is also the origin ability attached to Amos, which can directly damage the soul.

Sauron let out a howl of pain, he was now extremely weak.

All the conditions have finally been met.

Amos's origin ability is [The gardener is able to see the soul flower in the depths of everyone's heart through the ability called the soul eye, and 'pluck' it, and at the same time as picking it, he will gain the other party's origin ability, of course, because the host has died, this origin ability can only be used once.]

There are a number of restrictions attached to it, one of which is that the gardener is obligated to maintain the flower before it blooms, so Amos must help the host of the flower. Second, the gardener can only pluck the flowers that are in full bloom, and the flowers will only bloom when the host achieves the ideal moment of life.

Thirdly, the blooming of the flower is the peak, and every moment after it is gradually moving towards extinction, and the host must be in an extremely weak state before Amos can pick the flower.

For this moment, Amos lurked in the stranger for several years, during which time he devoted himself to helping the leader of the stranger, and waited diligently until the harvest came.

Amos laughed and plunged into Sauron's semi-solid body, his hand unhindered, as if it were not penetrating the body, but the soul within.

In his eyes, the light pink lilac was already in the bag.

"Get out of here!" Sauron roared, his extremely weak body bursting with tremendous strength, and now nothing could stop him from returning to his homeland.

Amos didn't expect that even at this moment, Sauron still had the strength to resist, and he broke free for a while, only pulling off a small petal, but Sauron was not happy, his body shrank by almost half, but he didn't care about anything, he didn't care about anything, only the door that slowly opened in his eyes.

The gate opened, and Sauron approached it, and he rushed in with joy, embracing his long-lost homeland.

Soon, however, Sauron's expression changed.

Is that...... What?

The world behind the door was not the black mud soil filled with golden, emerald green, blue sky and white clouds as he remembered, but dead silence, all kinds of confused neon lights filled every corner, the sky was covered by a huge blood moon, and the gears creaked and turned in the fog.

What is it?

In the mist, the giant's bare muscular arm reached out from the mist, grabbed Sauron, and slowly tightened his palm as he roared in terror.

Smack

The half-liquid, half-solid body was crumpled into a puddle of unknown things, oil-like blood spilling out of his palm, and black pieces of organ flesh falling with a snap.

All the citizens of Arkham stared blankly.

"Am I dreaming?" Someone muttered.

"it!" This is the player.

At the moment when the 'door' appeared, all the players couldn't move, and now everyone knows why, this is the main story!

In the player channel, the messages are frantically refreshed.

[WOCCC, what's this?! What is this? 】

[What's the situation, what is this?] boss？ 】

[Shhh 】

[What do you fight?] Take the head to hit? This is obviously the plot! Watch and you're done! 】

The giant hand seemed to realize something, and leaned to the door, a single eye open on the back of the hand, and blood-red eyes rolling.

He is watching the world.

Upon realizing this, all the humans in the dream either collapsed, screamed in exhaustion, or fell to their knees and prayed to the gods.

Just as everyone was looking desperate, the voice appeared.

'Closed'

A voice that appeared in everyone's dreams.

They saw a vague figure, his whole body exuding a dreamlike brilliance, covering him tightly from head to toe, and only an almost humanoid back could be seen.

He appeared at the door and proclaimed:

"Closing the Door"

The giant hand reluctantly tried to reach out from behind the door, but the door closed faster, and in everyone's dreams, the door engraved with the Kabbalah Tree of Life closed tightly, and from time to time something came from behind the door unwillingly banging on the door.

The two worlds are separated again, the dream sinks to the bottom, and the world goes up.

The lunar eclipse has passed, and the fog has lifted.

Leave behind a ravaged city on fire.

Humans slowly wake up from their dreams.

Wailing, laughter from the aftermath, screams and shouts of terror resounded in the city.

The light of the silver moon shone lightly, and the moon goddess quietly watched everything happen

, and the end.

That phantom was also deeply left in everyone's minds.

……

Just as the gate appeared, around the world, digital beings looked up towards the city in the southwest direction.

'Here we go'

'Here we go'

'Here we go'

They waited silently for events to unfold, silently observing the city chosen by fate.

The door opened, the scene behind them, and the appearance of giant hands, made them either indifferent or their faces changed.

[Sure enough, that world is also ......]

[What an irony]

[Hmph, hahahahaha, I know! ] I knew it! 】

[There is no salvation in this world! 】

And in the end, the human form covered with light all over the body made everyone's faces change drastically.

At His command.

The 'door' is closed.

The two worlds, which should have been gradually approaching, were once again separated, the process of destruction was forcibly terminated, and the torrent of fate rushed all the way in an unknown direction.

"Destiny...... Changed. ”

In the deepest part of the underground of the headquarters of the inspection bureau in a certain city, a silver-covered man opened his eyes from a petri dish.

His eyes were rather peculiar, his face was as handsome as a god, but his eyes were as unfocused as those of a blind man, and his pupils were silvery-white, and if it weren't for his nimble rotation, he might have been mistaken for a false eye, and he was dressed in a white robe, his skin was pale, and he was thin enough to see the blood vessels below.

The man murmured strangely:

"Him...... Who is it? ”

Not only this one, but the others who were observing the existence of Arkham City issued the same order to their respective organizations at the same time.

Go and find Him.

Go to the place where fate is turned upside down and find the one who has closed its doors.

……

Rann had no idea what was going on in the outside world.

From the moment the door appeared, he seemed to be in a state of wonder.

He seems to have floated up in the whole person, and the whole person is fluttering, as if he is asleep.

He remembered a lot of things in his dreams, and the original incomplete memories were gradually being filled up, and the things that he didn't see with the memory medicine were gradually appearing in his mind.

He remembered that he hadn't actually crossed over to Rann directly.

After dying in the fire in his previous life, Rann opened his eyes again, and saw a psychedelic land, he was held in his arms by someone, and when he raised his eyes, he saw a perfectly curved chin, and subconsciously wanted to raise his hand to touch it.

"Huh? Woke up? ”

The man lowered his head, and Rann saw a strand of long, straight black hair in his sight, and his ears were crisp and numb, which was an excellent female voice.

White fingers appeared in the field of vision, teasing him, and Rann subconsciously wanted to grab it.

"Can't let that stingy guy find out, you can't wake up yet."

What are you talking about?

Rann looked up, trying to see the man's face, but the only impression of her face was missing from his memory, and a corner was missing, as if the memory had completely disappeared.

"Everybody's in a meeting, I'm going to have to give you a 'real name bondage', you can't be found by those guys right now."

The long black hair fell down and tickled his forehead, and 'Ran' grabbed a strand of hair and pulled it gently, and there was a dissatisfied meow from the strand.

The woman smiled lightly: "I think about it, how about being called 'Little Lamb'?" Our dear lambs. ”

She made a sound, translated in human language, and it was Rann.

Yes, Rann noticed that what she was saying didn't seem to be in human language, but he could understand it, as if it were instinct.

Ah, wait a minute, he's heard that language.

Rann remembered that it was a bit like the language Sauron had spoken before, except that the pronunciation was more obscure and the tone was ethereal and divine.

Then the screen went black again, and by the time the screen lit up again, Rann was already in the dead silence of the forest.

He seemed to have lived in this forest for a long time, but he was not alone, a huge figure was always with him, he was lonely, but not alone, and the big man connived at everything except leaving the forest.

But the picture is very blurry, like a broken old television set, and every now and then the picture becomes a white sand, and in the blink of an eye, a little child grows into a teenager, who has been running in this forest, and one day suddenly he hears the voice of the forest calling to him.

'Come here, here......

'Please, save us'

'Be our master'

'Please become a ...... Pan'

The boy followed the sound and found a ruined temple in the middle of the forest, which seemed to have been deserted for a long time, full of weeds, dead wood, and the heads of some strange animals.

At the center of the temple is a dilapidated statue with a human face and a sheep's body, with an ugly and strange face, but it exudes a strange divinity.

The statue was scarred, its head fell to the ground, and its body was still standing, and its surface was covered with the marks of whipping, like a prisoner, but it was placed on a high altar and worshipped.

We pray that you will be the new Lord of the forest and farming. ’

Rann looked at this picture and only felt that there were only two words written on it.

[Conspiracy]

The boy in the picture felt the same way, and slowly stepped back, but the forest blocked his way, and the two-headed squirrel and the eight-legged rabbit fell at Ran's feet like porcelain, quite a sense of scoundrel that you can do it if you want to, and you can do it if you don't succeed.

Juvenile:......

The picture disappeared again, and Rann didn't know what happened after that, and when the picture turned again, Rann saw the door open, but this

Once he looked at him as if he was inside the door.

He was inside the door, watching the Gothic campus outside be flooded in flames, countless corpses lying to the ground, fanatics snickering, and a white-haired man stepped forward excitedly, as if trying to get closer to the door.

He saw a red-haired boy with freckles on his face kneeling on the ground praying, his eyes full of determination, as if some kind of forbidden spell had been activated.

I'm willing to give everything I have, whether it's the god or the evil god, please save us.

My memories, my being, my body, my soul, and even all of them, can be exchanged.

After a long time, there was no answer, and the boy lowered his head in despair.

[Yes.] 】

Pray...... Got a response.

Under the young man's surprised gaze, a door opened in front of him, and Rann was in the door, staring at the young man outside the door, and subconsciously put his hand on the door.

The boy smiled, laughed heartily, and then raised his hand without hesitation, the boy's flexible palm across an invisible screen, facing Ran's.

"I'll leave everything to you."

The figure of the red-haired boy disappeared from the door, and in his place was a platinum-haired, human-like Rann with a beauty beyond humans, after replacing the boy's existence, everything about the boy disappeared in reality, his name, experience, education, everything in the world that could prove his existence, all replaced with Ran's appearance.

Rann has an identity, from the unspeakable, to a 'human' with real experiences.

Knock, knock

At this moment, the picture suddenly interrupted, and Rann looked up with a feeling, and in front of him was the scene of the 'door' of the dream world opening wide, and a giant hand probing through it.

Although he didn't know what this giant hand was or what was going on in the dream world, his instinct told him that he must not let this 'big guy' enter the human world.

This would be devastating to the surface.

The door opened, and there was a monster outside, so of course it was subconsciously 'closed'

The next moment, to Ran's shock, as he blurted out the words, the door to the dream world was really gradually closing.

He had a vague feeling that he seemed to have the right to control that 'door'.

The speed of the giant hand increased, and Ran's heart was crossed, and he controlled the door to close with all his strength, and at the same time said in a deep voice again: "Close the door." ”

He pronounced his judgment.

The door to the dream world closed before the giant hand arrived, ruthlessly separating the two worlds.

The door is closed.

Rann finally breathed a sigh of relief, his nerves had just relaxed, and the surging sleepiness and weakness suddenly swept over, and his eyelids drooped unconsciously.

Wait a minute, he still seems to have seen Arkham still burning in flames, and he still has to ask the player to save people, and he has to get out of the scene quickly, as well as Albert and Archie......

"Sleep."

A voice spoke to him, one that was thick and familiar, as if it had been heard every day.

In a drowsy mood, Rann seemed to faintly see a familiar back, picked him up from the ground, and walked towards home step by step.

It's Ogle......

The images overlap at once, and it seems that something similar happened last time.

Ogle carried his newly arrived self on his back and walked out of the fire step by step, and in the scorching heat around him, only his back was always warm.

Who the hell is he?

The scene in front of him gradually became infected with black, and Rann was so sleepy that he couldn't think, and finally fell into a dark and sweet dream.

In his dream, he seemed to be back in the black and dead forest, not at all as vibrant as a normal forest, on the contrary, there was almost no life, the land and trees seemed to have lost their life, and here, only a soul eater butterfly representing death would fly in the forest.

He has been living here since he became conscious.

With a gentle giant.

He often crawled around on the giant's broad back, and the giant was still played by Him, and as long as he did not leave the forest, all requests would be met by all means.

They lived together for a long, long time.

So long that he thought it would go on forever.

Click

The image in front of me vanishes, and everything returns to the fog. ：，，.