Transparent worms covered with bright starlight crawled out of the palm of the lazy lady and connected with the invisible and illusory gap, dyeing it with the color of starlight.
As the lady pulled hard, the transparent skin covering the surface of this world made a terrible sound as if it could not bear the weight and rolled up to the sides irresistibly.
With an indescribable cracking sound that made one's teeth ache, the gap was forcibly torn open, turning into a huge hole that sparkled with starlight.
This makes it look like the entrance to a tunnel leading to an unknown place.
The next second, the figure of the lady in the orange dress flashed and disappeared over the wilderness.
"Ms. Moon" sitting in the cradle-style carriage changed her expression slightly, and drove the devil-like creature pulling the carriage into the "tunnel".
Ms. Judgment followed closely behind.
The ground is covered with gnarled tree roots and the white clouds are like a world in an oil painting.
As the branches close to the virtual canopy "secreted" a sticky black liquid and grew all kinds of strange things, Lumian, although he received instructions from Thermiporos not to look up, still had a feeling of mental confusion.
His skin was itching and the flesh underneath was moving abnormally, as if it was about to grow dense bumps or tumors.
At this moment, pure starlight shone into this world, illuminating Lumian's eyes.
Not far from him, a tiny crack instantly expanded into an illusory and mysterious starlight gate.
"Close your eyes and rush through that door." Thermipoulos's powerful voice sounded in Lumian's ears.
Lumian didn't hesitate. He held Corrupted Mercury tightly with his left hand, which was blown into a bloody mess, and ran towards the Starlight Gate.
He closed his eyes tightly, and relying on the hunter's grasp of spatial position and accurate distance, he ran to the target in a few steps. Regardless of any changes there or whether there were any dangerous creatures hiding, he leaped and pounced in.
After a brief moment of dizziness, Lumian seemed to have emerged from the bottom of a deep lake, and he suddenly felt relaxed.
He opened his eyes and saw the giant brown-green shadow tree not far away, the Golden Rooster Hotel and other buildings wrapped in branches and vines, the different areas of the streets separated in the wilderness by strange forces, the vendors and pedestrians indulging in their own desires, and Franka jumping lightly from a window on the second floor of the Golden Rooster Hotel.
He left the different dimension inside the Shadow Tree, but had not yet returned to the real world.
[Given the general environment,
Franka also spotted Lumian not far away and shouted happily and anxiously, "Quick, find the exit!"
Although she felt more confident after "summoning" Lady Judgment, she still didn't want to stay here for long.
How could a mere Sequence 7 like her participate in a battle involving demigods? Even if she just watched from afar, there would be great risks.
Lumian nodded, and while running madly towards Franca, he looked around, searching for something that might be an exit.
The more he looked, the more he felt that this place was like the "other world" bestowed by the "Great Mother", but without the large number of undead souls and demons that threw sinners into the abyss.
Could it be that the followers of the Great Mother were also involved in the actions of the Blessed Society? Lumian had a guess in an instant, and shouted to Franka, who was already close at hand, "Go to the edge of the wilderness!"
According to his experience, if this is really the "other world", then it should be possible to escape from the edge of the wilderness.
Franka nodded slightly, without asking any questions, and started running.
Suddenly, the wilderness shook violently, and a dull roar came from inside the giant brown-green tree.
The sky then darkened and the whole world seemed to be on the verge of collapse.
The branches and vines that had wrapped around the buildings and the streets were quickly retracted, and the vendors, pedestrians, and tenants who were influenced by different desires regained consciousness in a daze.
They stopped devouring the food frantically, they released the opposite sex they were pinning down and stood up in fear. They ended the bloody hacking and looked around the Golden Rooster Hotel in confusion with injuries that were either light or serious. The eloping couple who were cursing at each other stopped exercising. They didn't think there was anything wrong with what they were doing. They were just wondering why the sky suddenly became much darker, as if evening had arrived.
Anthony was trembling under the wooden table. Red first calmed down his trembling, then his expression darkened, he came out and looked out the window.
Gabriel, who was signing his name frantically, suddenly regained his sanity and wondered if he had suffered from mental illness due to excessive pressure when he was further polishing the script of "Light Chasers" based on the opinions of the theater manager.
Pavard Neeson, the owner of the underground bar, put down his paintbrush, but was reluctant to take his eyes off the drawing board. Although he had just made a quick draft, he felt that it was the most outstanding work of his life so far, far surpassing his previous highest level. He subconsciously wanted to return to that state, but he couldn't do it.
In a flash, all the branches and vines retracted into the "Shadow Tree", and most of the vendors, pedestrians and tenants who regained consciousness saw the extremely terrifying brown-green giant tree.
They didn't know what was happening, but they followed their instinctive fear and quickly fled to a place far away from the Shadow Tree.
At this time, Susanna Matisse, wrapped in long green hair, stood out on the equally blurred treetops, while Charlotte Calvino stood on a branch below with a look of loss, frustration and hatred on her face.
After the "sacrifice" escaped from the ceremony site, their sacrifice was temporarily declared a failure, so they quickly left that alien space to avoid being affected by the demigod-level battle.
Susanna Matisse, who suffered the backlash and the influence of divinity, became extremely dim and seemed to disappear completely at any time.
She saw Lumian and Franca running towards the edge of the wilderness, but she was powerless to influence them.
Under normal circumstances, she, who was combined with the "Shadow Tree", could use her abilities at such a long distance, but the backlash from the interruption of the ritual and the uncontrolled contamination after the "Son of God"'s power descended almost killed her on the spot, and now she was extremely weak.
Susanna is already an evil spirit, with a radical, extreme and persistent nature. Mathis is unwilling to give up and wants to capture Lumian and drag him into the Shadow Tree again to continue the unfinished ritual.
She caused the branches and vines of the Shadow Tree to spread rapidly again. They caught up with a vendor and hung him up, piercing his skin with the spikes on the surface, sucking out the energy that could heal Susannah.
This is equivalent to using the "Shadow Tree" to make the process of having intercourse in a dream and absorbing energy, gradually leading to the target's death, simple and crude, and speeding up the progress!
Seeing those brown or green branches and vines rushing towards them like monsters, seeing their companions being hung on the spot, struggling hard and screaming, the vendors, pedestrians and tenants trapped in this wilderness shouted in fear, ran away frantically, and were extremely terrified.
The eloped couple wrapped themselves in sheets and ran out of the Golden Cockerel Hotel, following Anthony Reed to the edge of the wilderness, followed by Gabriel, Pavard Nissen, and the tenants who did not go to work elsewhere at this time, and in front of them were the running vendors and pedestrians.
One by one, the refugees were hung up by branches and vines in terror, and cried for help.
The vendor who had given Lumian more sour wine tripped over a stone and watched in despair as green vines climbed up his body, wrapping it up layer by layer.
Noticing the movement, Lumian turned his head and stared for a few seconds before slowing down his pace.
Seeing this, Franca immediately scolded, "You want to go back and save them
"Fuck! You should recognize your identity. You are just a wanted criminal, a gang leader!"
Lumian did not slow down any further, but he did not speed up either.
He and Franca were approaching the edge of the wilderness.
At this moment, the magnificent sound of Thermipolos rang in his ears.
Overlapping voices.
This time, the angel of fate did not speak just one sentence at a time, but poured a long paragraph of words into Lumian's ears in a layered manner with slight intervals: "Don't you recognize your own destiny yet?" Bearing the power of fate will naturally cause corresponding erosion.
"From the moment the village of Cordu was destroyed, you have become an unfortunate person." Many things before were not influenced by me, but your unfortunate fate.
"As an unfortunate person, not only will you become unfortunate, but the people around you and those close to you will also become unfortunate." If it weren't for your lack of knowledge of mysticism, which allowed Suzanne Matisse to discover the problem in your body and contact Hugues Artois to arrange the sacrifice with the help of the chemical plant explosion, Janna's mother would not have committed suicide, and Janna's brother would not have gone crazy.
"If you were careful enough, when Flamand regained consciousness and drank with you, remember to find an opportunity to consult a real "psychologist", he would not necessarily choose to commit suicide." If you not only warned Ruhl, but also restricted his actions, he would not be infected with the disease again and die soon, and Michel would not lose the will to live.
"All this misfortune is caused by you." My existence not only grants you power and a trump card of deterrence, but also a curse that you cannot escape.
"Your misfortune will only end if you bow to fate and release me from the seal." If you continue like this, you will not be able to save those you want to save, and you will not be able to protect those you want to protect. You will only add to their misfortune.
"When that happens, the people who are calling for help here will die." Gabriel will die.
"Charlie will die." Jenna will die.
"Franka will die too."
Lumian paused, his expression twisted, and he could no longer hide his pain.
Franka shouted again, "Wake up! It's okay to go crazy occasionally and do good things when you have nothing to do. Now let's escape and find the official Beyonders! Who knows what the battle with those demigods will result in. Susanna is now equivalent to an enhanced Sequence 5 with a little divinity. We can't deal with her!
"Those people didn't expect a villain who liked to bully them with pranks to help!"
Near the giant brown-green tree, many people were already hanging on the branches.
Gabriel was lifted up by several green vines, and the script of "Light Chasers" was scattered all over the ground.
Next to him was Pavar Neeson, the owner of the underground bar, who had been pierced by spikes.
Of the eloping couple, the woman ran slower and was tripped by a branch and entangled by vines.
The young man wrapped in the sheet was frightened and continued to move forward, but after a few steps, he suddenly stopped and cursed himself: "Shit!" Before he finished speaking, the man turned around and ran towards his partner, gritting his teeth and trying to tear the vines to help the man up.
Desperate shouts and terrified screams echoed in the wilderness one after another.
Lumian clenched his fists unconsciously.
Suddenly, he laughed in a low voice: "Then are you considered a close person to me? After all, you are in my body. Will you also encounter misfortune?" I know that I will fail again and again, but I will do it again and again, pursuing that illusory and tiny hope!
"If I had chosen to give up, I would have been defeated long ago!
“And now, there is still a possibility of success.”
After saying this, Lumian took another step and continued running towards the edge of the wilderness.
Although Franka didn't understand what he was talking to himself just now, she was still happy to see that he made a wise choice.
Two or three seconds later, the two arrived at the edge of the wilderness. Lumian, who deliberately lagged behind Franka for a distance, suddenly stretched out his hands and pushed his companion out.
Caught off guard, Franca was shocked to see her body gradually leaving the wilderness. She turned her head and looked at Lumian.
Lumian smiled and said softly, "I was once as desperate and miserable as they are, hoping for help. That time, someone reached out to me."
After saying this, he turned suddenly
It passed the body and ran wildly towards the giant brown-green tree.
In the dim wilderness, red flames suddenly ignited on his body surface. This time, the flaming cloak was no longer isolated from his clothes, but directly burned his skin and flesh.
He will use the constant pain to fight against the various desires that will come next!
While running wildly, his eyes were fixed on Susanna, who was entangled in long green hair, but what he "saw" was not only this "fallen tree spirit", but also the figure in his memory.
The one who gave him the light.