Lugano stood on the edge of the gray mist, not daring to take a step forward into the dead and silent Trier, the destroyed world.
He has always followed the Pope's instructions.
This is also his heartfelt choice.
As usual, he was still hiding in the gray and white mist, fearfully and curiously observing the changes in the nightmare.
I don't know how long it took, but a figure turned out after a collapsed building.
It was a light-footed wild deer, happily nibbling on the fresh fruits of the greenery.
This seems quite normal, just like some towns were abandoned by humans and quickly recycled by nature.
However, Lugano saw that the wild deer was eating while dropping pieces of flesh and blood from its belly, no, it was not flesh and blood, it was a bloody fawn, a newborn fawn.
The fawns quickly stood up, huddled around their mothers, and sucked on its milk.
In just a minute or two, a large herd of deer was born.
They circled behind several collapsed buildings and disappeared from Lugano's sight.
Lugano is no stranger to such scenes, and in the past year, he has seen too many similar gestations and new births in his nightmares, which have progressed from shock, dazedness, fear, and nausea to numbness.
But even with so many frequent gestations and new births, Trier in the nightmare was still dead and silent, with only a few sounds occasionally coming out.
Those newborn animals seemed to disappear soon.
Lugano wanted to force himself to retract his gaze and return to a place where the fog was thicker, so as not to see more terrifying pictures and scenes.
This is his experience, his nightmares, each time a new fear will appear, which will gradually increase his inner uneasiness, otherwise it will only be the dead, crimson Trier and the wild animals that frequently conceive and give birth to fetuses in terrible ways, which is not enough to make him collapse day by day, and the fear does not diminish - if a scene and an event are presented day after day, and do not cause direct harm to the witness, the witness will most likely be numb in the future, rather than being anxious every day.
Lugano still failed to follow his heart's choice to leave the edge of the gray mist, or rather, he longed to stay here and continue to observe Trill in his nightmares, hoping to find the root cause of his continued nightmares.
Sometimes, he even felt that he felt really alive when he saw such a scene.
Looking at it, Lugano's eyes suddenly froze.
At the end of the collapsed street, five figures walked over.
Human figures!
The images of the five bodies were half-integrated into the night, not illuminated by the crimson moonlight, and looked quite dark and not clear enough.
The leader was a man wearing a thin brown trench coat and a golden brooch, with blond hair, golden eyebrows, and a golden beard, holding a straight sword that looked like pure sunlight in his hand.
Behind him, two men in white robes with embroidered gold thread carried a human corpse.
There were two other figures, one on the left and one on the right, one in front and one behind.
Lugano's eyes widened, trying to see the exact appearance of these figures and what the body being carried looked like.
For some reason, his attention was more on the corpse's face.
As the five figures got closer and closer to the gray mist, the corpse's face finally clearly reflected in Lugano's eyes.
The corpse had proper facial features, thick eyebrows and big eyes, as if it were Lugano himself!
Lugano's pupils dilated instantly, and he instinctively retreated again and again, and fell to the ground with a thud:
How is that possible?
How could it be my body?
I'm still alive and well!
Lugano propped his hands on the water-colored stone slab and stood up again like a spring.
He ran back to the edge of the gray mist, he wanted to confirm again whether the corpse was really exactly the same as himself!
Unfortunately, the five had already changed direction and walked to the other end of the gray mist, leaving only Lugano's blurred back hidden in darkness.
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A clergyman of the "Eternal Sun" Church carrying the "corpse" said to Angoulême. Virtue. François said:
"Deacon, this guy's body has run out of the protected area hundreds of times unconsciously, and we need to recycle it every time to avoid it from coming into contact with abnormalities, why not just purify him? He is also the sequence 5 'Druid' of the 'Cultivator' path!"
"Yes, this is a high-risk extraordinary person." Another clergyman carrying the "corpse" echoed.
Angoulême glanced at his teammates:
"He is the archbishop of the sick religion."
"What's wrong with the sick archbishop? Can't the sick religion change an archbishop? This kind of high-risk extraordinary person is suitable to become extraordinary characteristics and be sealed." The first cleric to speak, Urulan, was quite dissatisfied with the need to leave the reserve, go deep into the ruins realm, and recover the bodies of some people.
This is very dangerous.
The lives of those who are at high risk are life, but ours is not?
Angoulême calmly explained:
"The above said that he is still useful."
When Olulan heard this, he stopped arguing about this matter.
He couldn't help but raise his head and look into the air.
The crimson moonlight was strange and bright, making the stars look dim, but the red moon itself was gone.
"Why did it suddenly become like this......" Urulan whispered blankly and painfully.
This question is asked every day, and it is the most common phrase on the lips of extraordinary people who need to enter the ruin realm to solve problems and thus know the truth about the reserve.
Angoulême also looked into the air.
He suddenly recalled the original scene:
The crimson full moon was getting lower and lower, more and more exaggerated, and it really fell on the earth.
The entire Quaternary Trier collapsed as a result, whether it was the invisible and colorless flames in the sky or the white mist that permeated the depths of the ancient city, they dissipated and disintegrated in an instant.
Relying on the two "0" level seals of "The Fourth Day" and "No Man's Heaven", and they are not targets that are not focused on, Angoulême and Jack. Wharton and the others barely survived the first wave of shock.
But even so, they each lost a colleague, watching each other alien into a disgusting monster, as if they had gained a new life, representing an evil life.
Later, due to the special nature of the "fourth day", they were lucky enough to be pulled into the reserve before the second wave arrived.
Why did it suddenly become like this...... Angoulême also wanted to ask this question.
At that time, the situation was clearly developing for the better - the ghost of Montsouri had been dissolved by the "fourth day", and Louis. Gustav was purified, leaving only the whereabouts of Mrs. Pualis unsealed.
As a result, suddenly, the red moon descended and the world collapsed.
The emotions of Olulan and the others suddenly became a little low, until the sun lit up in this darkness, dispelling their inner fear and confusion.
However, the sunlight did not break through the darkness created by the seal.
This is the result of intentional control, otherwise there is a very big risk.
Just as the emotions of Urulan and the others were calmed down, there was a sudden rumbling explosion in the distance, and the earth trembled violently, as if it was about to collapse.
Urulan subconsciously turned his body sideways and looked at the place where the sound came from.
A thick white mist filled the distance, and it seemed that a huge monster with three heads was constantly wandering in the mist.
Purple flames ignited in the mist, silver-white lightning illuminated the interior, and the cracking of the earth spread all the way to Angoulême and the others, with crimson magma slowly flowing inside.
Even from a very long distance, Aulu'an and the others felt the aura of destruction.
It is different from the temperament of the ruins of Trier, which brew new life and death in silence, ostentatious, bold, and wanton.
Orul was terrified and was about to withdraw his gaze, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw the edge of the thick white mist, and at the top of a collapsed bell tower illuminated by silver-white lightning, a female figure sat quietly there, her feet dangling in the air.
Behind the female figure, the huge monster with three heads walked around, bringing volcanic eruptions, thunderstorms, blizzards, earth collapses, and purple flames soaring, but they did not affect her at all.
This...... Urul Anhoran remembered some horror stories he had heard when he was a child:
The witch and the monster she drives.
"Deacon, do you want to stop and clean up? I'm worried that if this continues, the entire Trier ruins will collapse." Aulu'an asked Angoulem.
Angoulem withdrew his gaze from a distance and looked at Olulan and the others:
"No.
"Remember, not to do anything in the Ruin Realm except for the tasks assigned to it is not only dangerous to ourselves, but may also threaten the maintenance of the Protected Realm.
"Sometimes, what you think is good may not make the situation better."
"Yes, deacon." In the rumbling voice, the expressions of Olulan and the others suddenly became serious.
They have more or less heard stories of some colleagues mysteriously disappearing or alienated into monsters in the ruin world, and some have even experienced it themselves.
I don't know how many squads on missions have disappeared forever in the ruins world.
"Okay, it's time to get to the safe passage." Angoulême pointed to somewhere on the edge of the gray fog and said.
From here they will return to the Protected Realm.
Olulan and the others subconsciously glanced back at the distance filled with thick white mist.
The female figure sitting quietly on top of the collapsed bell tower has a different charm.
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Franka sat at the top of the collapsed clock tower, letting her thoughts diverge and drift.
Time passed quickly minute by minute, until the explosions, thunder, and howling wind behind her stopped one after another, and she pulled her attention back to her body and concentrated.
"Okay?" She turned her body sideways and said to Lumian, who was standing beside her, who had returned to her normal human size.
Lumian, who was still three heads, nodded and said:
"It's time for the occasional wakefulness again, although it will occasionally be longer.
"Also, I finally have the power of 'Conqueror' and 'Doom Witch'."
"Didn't I use the Cheek clone and Alistair a long time ago. Has Tudor's integration digested these two extraordinary characteristics?" Franka asked puzzled.
"Digesting extraordinary properties and making power your own are two different things." Lumian smiled calmly, "After all, I am not a magic potion that I digest on my own."
Franka glanced at him, then at the faces of Aurore and Jana, who had their eyes closed on their right shoulders and their faces stained with blood, and asked tentatively:
"Are you in good shape?"
Lumian replied with a smile:
"In order to do the next thing, I have to be in good shape.
"Besides, no matter what, things will come to an end, which is better than long torture."
As he spoke, his tone gradually became low:
"This time, I will not be arranged again, I will do what I want to do."
(End of this chapter)