"Forget it, everything that happens here from now on has nothing to do with me..."
If it were before, he would definitely find a way to get the head, at least to prevent that "thief" from stealing it...
But now, knowing that there is a "secret" behind everything, he has no idea about it and is ready to teleport back directly through prayers in the rear.
But at this moment, Colin suddenly discovered that the ever-increasing aura of the "Scorched Virgin" suddenly stopped...
Colin's eyebrows suddenly raised, he had a bad feeling...
As if to confirm his intuition, a deep, sigh-like string sound was heard, as if someone was playing a cello.
As the voice sounded, a picture unconsciously appeared in Colin's mind - he felt as if he had come to an opera house and "saw" the crimson curtain on the stage slowly opening to both sides...
A musical drama seemed to be about to begin.
A strange sound was heard, as if many people were chanting together, but the tone was not uniform, sometimes high and sometimes low, making people feel headache and dizzy, as if the soul was about to leave the body.
At the same time, a large number of strange symbols, languages, words, and other things that Colin had never seen or heard of before flooded into his mind.
Colin frowned and caused holy light to burst out, dispelling the voice in his mind.
But then he was horrified to find that this strange sound, since some point in time, had suppressed the roaring explosions between heaven and earth.
But fortunately...
In a few seconds, he will be able to return safely to his own little piece of land.
... ...
On the coast of the Graveyard of Peaks, on a humble, stranded, dilapidated sailboat, a group of strange creatures lying on the plywood, their bodies inlaid with blue gems and swollen from blisters, suddenly sat up and chanted devoutly:
"Lord of storms and thunder,
"The ruler of the sea,
"The king who sleeps in the deep sea...
"Your faithful servant calls upon you to come at this moment..."
As soon as he finished speaking, a typhoon that could be called a disaster arrived.
At the same time, lightning suddenly flashed from the blue gems on the corpse...
From a further perspective, a large number of dark clouds gathered out of thin air and continued to spread towards the cemetery of peaks...
... ...
In the Peaks Cemetery, a strange and lush forest, there are a large number of corpses hung by vines, including survivors, slaves, fallen races, or deformed beings...
Under the trees with a lot of corpses hanging on them, there was a "person" wearing a green coat and covered with moss...
At the moment when the low trumpet sounded, he suddenly opened his mouth, but no sound came out.
But the strange thing was that all the corpses started to speak as he spoke, making sounds: ""
"The source of all life...
"The Weaver of Destiny...
"The mother of good harvest and bad luck..."
As the mantra was chanted, all the corpses began to tremble strangely, and then strangely merged, giving birth to a new life—
A big, bare black tree.
All over its body, there flows a thick black gelatinous substance filled with a powerful breath of life.