Dry swamps.

At dusk, the sun struggled to shine through the pale grey treetops and onto the humus-covered ground.

Cracks were hidden in the cold air, and every now and then a pair of eyes flashed through them.

Suddenly, a dull explosion sounded, and it was impossible to tell where it was coming from.

Collisions and energy fluctuations continued to emanate from around the rift, but there was no one to be seen.

It wasn't long before a figure staggered out of the chasm, and then fled desperately.

If Anson Githil were still alive, he would have recognized this as the soul of the Zanlo who had spoken for him in the first place.

He used to have three faces on one of his heads, but now two of them disappeared, which made him look more normal.

Before he could get far, a chain-wrapped spear shot out of the crack and pinned into his thigh.

Then the chains were pulled back, and the man was dragged back into the chasm.

At this time, in the cracks, there was no purple-red night and dark earth, and there was no appearance of emptiness, but a black sandstorm obscured the sky and the sun.

Figures flapping their wings hung in the air, and the sand bodies shone faintly, illuminating the prey on their backs or hands.

The prey, without exception, were all the people of Ogungay.

Seeing that none of his compatriots could run away, he let out a heartfelt sigh.

At this time, a birdman asked:

"Hey, Zazo, your captive is the last, is he still awake?"

"Yes, still awake."

"Great, ask him where he hid our people!"

"Okay."

The long-winged Zanlo, known as Zazo, gave Ogungye a kick and threw him to the ground.

There was a hint of impatience on the face where the sand was falling.

"Name." He said.

"O, Gunn, Guy." Gunn replied honestly.

"I didn't ask your ancestors, those two are exhausted, what's your name?"

"Gunn, my lord."

Gunn bowed his head slightly.

I'm afraid I'm going to be more lucky this time.

It is true that the people of Zanro are not afraid of death, but that is when they are alive.

He was dead, and he knew what the world was like after death, and he escaped from it after experiencing a life like purgatory.

He knew what kind of torture he would face if he was caught, so he was cooperative, hoping for a chance to survive.

"Listen, Gunn."

Zazo leaned close to him, "Tell me why you have become such a disgusting virtue, what you are doing here, and have you been wandering around the Sanctuary of Sorins Peak lately...... Don't play tricks, if you don't want to become a ration for the Lost Soul. ”

Hearing the name "Lost Souls", Gunn instinctively shuddered.

The soulless are those who have completely dried up their souls.

Just as the carrion craves the flesh and blood of the living, so the Lost Souls crave their souls.

Even if they have been distorted, as long as they can squeeze out the soul essence, the soul losers will not let them go.

"I—We escaped from the Sanctuary of Majadhu in the west, and then encountered strange beasts here......

Gunn began to explain what had happened to his group.

They are the "Longtail Tribe", the tomb keepers of the Majadhu Great Tomb, which is also close to the magic net to the north.

After the Void Calamity, some of the hunters of the clan were accidentally taken over by strange beasts while hunting in the north, and when they returned to the clan, their temperament changed drastically, and they began to devour their ancestral spirits like the Lost Souls.

Originally, the body and soul of the Zanluo people were two closely related and complementary components:

Only flesh and blood can be used as a medium to bring the spirits of the ancestors back to the real world.

And the Zanro people also need the assistance of the Spirit of the Ancestors to fight better.

- Putting aside the soul torture of "whether this is an ancestor or not" for a moment, it is very useful even if it is only as a combat assistant.

Therefore, with the blessing of blood, the two sides are even more filial piety and intimacy.

But the appearance of strange beasts spoils this beautiful relationship.

As the ancestral spirits dwindled day by day, the talents of the Longtail tribe gradually realized that something was wrong, but at this time, the entire tribe was in chaos.

Gunn, the tribe that fled at that time, made their way east to the vicinity of the Dry Swamp.

It's full of rifts, and strange beasts are looking for a suitable host to invade the real world.

Coincidentally, the alfalfa garden happened to appear at this time.

The spread of the latter caused a considerable impact on this junction, and when it was squeezed like this, the area behind the slit changed from a void to a world of Zanrori.

In other words, the home of the strange beast is gone.

So the two sides met here.

Strange beasts are eager to squeeze each other's souls, while ancestral spirits are eager for revenge.

The former has a terrifying penetration that is as smooth as silence, and the latter has a powerful soul resistance.

So after fighting, the two sides fused, and it became today's virtue.

It seems that strange beasts have been destroyed, but in fact, they exist in the depths of the souls of these warlike brothers in the form of an obsession.

They will deform into this fusion form of "X unity" because of this obsession.

Even today it was not escaped.

As long as they left the rift, it would be impossible for the ancestral spirits of these Quetzalcoatl tribes to catch up.

But they didn't run away.

Only Gunn came to his senses when he had only one life left, but it was too late to escape.

…

After listening to Gunn's statement, Zazo couldn't help frowning:

"You mean, you haven't been to the southwest?"

Gunn hurriedly shook his head: "No, it's too late for us to escape from the Sanctuary, how can we run back......"

Zazo felt that he had a point, so he tied him up and carried him on his shoulders.

Anyway, they lost the five ancestral spirits, so they had to bring back some supplements.

Gunn didn't expect that he would be caught if he cooperated so much, and just as he wanted to struggle, the other party grabbed a handful of sand and stuffed it into his mouth.

Gunn was horrified to find that the grit was like a bloodthirsty leech desperately burrowing into his body, sucking his soul.

His mind quickly became jerky, his soul dried up, and soon he couldn't say a word.

The soul-sucking grit was taken out by Zazo, smeared on himself, and then flapped his wings and took off.

"Did you ask something?" A teammate asked.

"Nope."

Zazo waved his hand obscurively:

"Say what 'strange beast' they encountered, who knows what that thing is."

"That's weird, five patrol guards disappeared mysteriously, and it was after the howling wind ended......"

Zazo said suddenly, "Do you think it could be someone from the Split-Toe Tribe?" ”

The companion was stunned: "Split-toe tribe? How could it be those guys who raise wyverns? ”

Zazo: "I don't know why I think so, but ever since the death of their patriarch, Ursa, this tribe has revealed a strong sense of strangeness, and the gossip about them is as outrageous as the legend of Sangu Iland. ”

The companion sneered, "It must be a nightmare for the junior who is bound to you, right?" His chaotic mental fluctuations have affected you, and I advise you to be less cranky and save the impact on him. ”

Zazo: "I hope so. ”

The group returned with a full load, and the "sanctuary" of Sorins Peak gradually appeared in their field of vision.

A desert palace hidden beneath a mound, revealing only half of the terrace where the patrol guards take off and land.

Unlike the towering peaks of the real world, this desert has no mountains, only endless yellow sand, and never-ending howling winds.

As a result, most of their buildings are hidden underground.

However, as they landed on the terrace, there was a terrible roar below—

Is that......

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