An eternal world of gray fog, where there is only chaos and chaos.

Spots of light are mixed with gray mist, and the complex environment is suddenly changing.

Countless environments overlap and flash, merging and separating from each other.

Huge figures can often be seen swimming by. It was as if the divine phantom that erupted above could not disturb the peace here.

There are strange monsters with strange facial features. There are also twisted and slender ghosts dancing wildly, some wrapped in terrifying malice, and some floating quietly and peacefully.

The more information you come into, the more the strange world becomes clear, and this is the spirit world.

Since the spirit is broken and appears in this gray space. At the very least, it can be said that the spiritual space is linked to the spiritual world.

But this must be an implicit link if the link is easy to find.

With the fight of monsters here, there will be people dying in large numbers for no reason.

Links are extremely hidden.

According to the Chronicles of the Stars.

The boundary between the transcendent and the mortal is the division of the transcendent by an unknown high-ranking being, which can be summarized as the fearlessness of the ignorant and the infiltration of the highest order to mortals!

He sacrificed himself to shield the sea of mortal will, and the high position can no longer be infected and rewrite the thinking of mortals at will!

Mortals have had freedom of will since then, and in the sacrifices of human pioneers again and again, the spiritual space of mortals has been completely blocked!

Behind safety is always endless sacrifice!

This smokeless war will last forever!

In every era, there are countless high-ranking people who try to infect mortals, and countless high-ranking human beings have fallen because of their protection!

Charles had some realization.

"Could it be that after the death of the living soul, the spirit merges into the spirit realm?"

"But it's not a win, the spirit is still slaughtered after death, and sure enough, only the living are qualified to talk about freedom!"

The wacky medium assimilates everything here.

The lower level cannot maintain their sanity here, and without wisdom, they cannot survive.

The vast and profound spiritual world is like the beginning and end of life.

A strange and constantly tugging force, as if everything would be out of order.

The mist shimmered, and I don't know what it was, and the falling Charr occasionally saw a still black shadow.

Maybe it's sleeping spirit creatures, maybe it's weird corpses that haven't been homogenized by the spirit world.

The light spots and the monster's vision were gray, and the strange light waves flashed away, and the humanoid creatures came into view.

He was wearing a strange spacesuit-like costume .......

"Human?"

The humanoid's somewhat flustered face was instantly funny, and it was funny to see the huge black crow turning to the side, dragging the afterimage.

The soles of the feet with a rapid jet of blue light. The space and the gray mist distorted, and layers of air dispersed.

Away from the Charles for a moment, "Flesh into the spirit realm?"

Charles' beak opened wide and he rubbed his eyes in disbelief, "I'm dazzled?"

The pupils gradually became rippled, and the frames gradually spread out, and the field of vision was infected with colorful spots.

Looking beyond the layers of obstacles, pale lines spread across his back, as did his protective suit.

But the erosion of the spirit realm is powerless, even armor can't do anything, maybe he strayed here.

Exploded into particles of light like fireworks, and quickly homogenized by the spirit world.

"The psionic technology side is nothing more than that, even so, the technology should be extremely developed, is there any suppression technology?"

The hazy world stretched and twisted again, and Charles spread his wings to catch the blasting streamer.

Feathers are spread, and a line of hieroglyphs is lined up on the silver medal, and the feathers brush over the scratches and charred silver medallion.

Incorporate it into the vertebral pattern and wait for time to decipher.

Charles stared at the huge black shadow above, and there was some realization that the transcendent did not want to stay in the spirit realm, and there was no sense of security here.

Instead, they pursue the simplest ...... of the jungle.

The mind sweeps through any weak space, and the brain outlines the location of the most deaths.

The perception of death is opened, and the tentacles are gradually woven and spread like a network.

There are many places where death has converged, but there are only two new ones recently.

They are Lassi Heights and Will Cemetery.

This death energy is majestic but not deep and ancient.

In the darkness, a deep darkness was found in the boundless spiritual realm, here was the weak boundary, and the swirling gray mist swirled here.

The roots are distorted here, and light and shadow are mottled here.

A bone-stained being looked at it, rubbing the head of a creature in his hands.

The broken bones of the whole body reflect the whole body, and the rotting heads are concave in the chest.

"I came from the spirit realm, and I came here to find a long ....... ”

The shrill laughter stopped abruptly, and he turned his head unnaturally trembling, and the black crow, twice as tall as him, swayed and walked...... It's funny.

Charles brushed aside the trembling intelligent creature .......

The body close to the border came to a screeching halt.

The solidification of the space is fleeting, and the sound of cracking is clearly reflected in the ears.

"I'm really good at dragging words, why don't I come from the mortal world and come here to find immortality....... ”

The spirit and the light were extinguished in the collision of black, and the gray door was fleeting.

Port Weir Coastal Cemetery.

It is 4 kilometers away from the city.

In the center of the incomparably deep underground stone chamber, in the dim and deep enclosed room, the flames rose without wind.

The space cracked with overwhelming sounds. An incomprehensible energy sequence block excites a collision.

Following the unknown rules, the layers are arranged to form illusory doors.

In the dark corners, a pair of dark green and spark-red eyes lit up one after another, revealing distorted faces.

The strangeness of this place attracted the "master" here, and the indifferent coercion exploded violently, and the nearby spirits collapsed and exploded into brilliant fireworks.

The spiritual waves visible to the naked eye will be blown by the wandering spirits, and the spirits like the sea tide will fill the entire secret room.

The high-quality spirits attracted the wandering spirits here to become more and more greedy, and the dazzling and dizzy Charles walked out of the gray fog gate.

The wind blade inadvertently brought up slashed the flickering ghost, smashing a ghost that fell in front of it with one foot.

The will swept through the stone chamber, and the mind penetrated the earth.

The tombstone ashes on the ground are all fake.

Instead, it's all concentrated on the walls of the stone chamber.

Glancing at the frightened ghosts, "Who did it, and what role did it play?"

"The massacre was caused by the military, and the bodies were disposed of by the military. Again, there is no one to watch over it. ”

"Are the other forces acquiescing?"

"It's not peaceful to die. ”

The massive body gradually shrank, and once again formed the same charr as before.

Reach out and touch the ground, adjust, familiarize, and adjust again.

Under the resonance of a large number of death forces, the space seems to be invisibly pulled.

The surrounding environment is constantly fading its original color, and the space is abruptly replaced.

Charles's lonely figure appeared next to the white tombstones, looking at the dense crowd of nameless tombstones.

Fingers brushed over the rough surface of the tablet.

"Small as dust, and as great as the red sun. ”

"Born in a hurry, empty-handed, in history, there is no name, no trace. ”

"A grain of ash of the times is a mountain on their shoulders."

"The waves of the surging times are full of endless corpses."

The slightly empty gaze evoked his dusty memories.

"Everyone is a grain of sand in the times, and as we pass, more people come."

"It is the main body of history, it is the brick, it is the tile".

Deep eyes look at the night sky.

"Who can be the pioneer of the times"?

Note: This impression is adapted from "The Master of Mystery", after all, I am also a squid fan.