Somewhere in East Land.
Su Lie raised his head.
He was a little confused.
It should be morning by this time.
But it was still pitch black above my head, as if the sun was unwilling to rise.
Moreover, even the stars disappeared.
wrong!
Su Lie suddenly felt that there was a reaction of dark particles in the sky above his head.
That was not night at all, but black fog!
A lot of thick black fog!
"Heh, it looks like the first stage has been completed."
In the 'Chaos Prison', the Void Demon no longer had the strength to stand.
It sits on the ground.
Qin Xiao's body was stained with large patches of gray, so that only one corner of his face remained the original gray.
The rest have been invaded by gray.
Transformed into the power of chaos.
Su Lie slowly lowered his head: "I have destroyed a 'Dark Crystal Pillar'."
The virtual demon said weakly: "So what?"
"It's not just me and my master who set up the 'Dark Crystal Pillar'."
"Humanity, night has fallen."
"Be prepared."
"Be prepared to sink and struggle in the darkness."
"Ha ha... "
The last corner of the virtual demon's face was also infected by gray. When its entire body turned grayish white, its body was like broken plaster, shattering and falling off piece by piece.
Su Lie frowned.
He reached out and took back the 'Chaos Prison', thought for a moment, and decided not to chase after Yuan Shu for the time being.
Compared to this.
He was more worried about the Skyforge.
Worried about the place where he grew up, a place with all kinds of memories.
... ...
On top of a steep peak.
The wind is howling.
It blew up her long, shiny black hair.
Feimei, the former general of the Storm Legion of the Skyfort and the adopted daughter of Yuan Shu, was looking up at the darkening sky.
"The day... disappeared?"
Her appearance was still cool and beautiful, her temperament became more noble, and her eyes were as sharp as lightning.
"What are those things?"
"Is it the black fog?"
"I can sense a dark and deep feeling, which is almost the same as the atmosphere in the Reverse Realm."
"Why did the black fog appear outside the door..."
She turned around.
Behind him was a decomposing black sludge.
“This should be related to the black people.”
"These things have flooded outside of Kela Wumen. What on earth is going on..."
Feimei raised her eyebrows slightly, and then her figure flashed and flew down from the peak.
She is ready to go home.
... ...
Castle of Glory.
Snapped.
Xitong was so absorbed in looking at the sky that the rag doll in her hand fell to the ground.
She, Kaoru, and Kotori were on the balcony.
They could all clearly see that the sky above the fortress was covered with dark clouds, and the thick black clouds made Xitong feel very uncomfortable.
They bring a gloomy, deep feeling.
And for some reason, Xitong felt a little itchy on the back of her neck.
She couldn't help but scratch the back of her neck.
Then, Xun said in a low and solemn voice: "That's not a cloud, that's black fog, very thick black fog."
"Is this the so-called 'first stage'?" Xiaoniao tightened the rapier 'Wailer' hanging around his waist, which Tianyang had given him not long ago.
"Xun, tell me, do you think we should go back to help Tianyang?" Xiaoniao's gaze left the black fog above his head and fell on Xun's face.
Xun did not answer, but turned around and squatted down, smiling and said to Xitong: "Although it's not dawn, you still have to eat breakfast."
"Go have breakfast first. I'll come over after I talk to your little bird sister."
Xitong nodded, obediently did not disturb them, picked up the rag doll that fell on the ground and left.
After Xitong left, Xun stood up again, looked at the black fog in the sky and said, "I think we should stay in Guanghui Castle."
"The reason why Tianyang sent us here is because he was worried about us."
"If we stay with him, we will hinder him."
"Besides, I don't think we can deal with the gods."
"Instead of making things worse, why not protect ourselves and Xitong?"
“I think this is helping.”
After hearing this, Xiao Niao nodded: "I understand. We should do what we can and not hold Tian Yang back."
"That's it."
Every word they said fell into Xitong's ears.
After absorbing many "fragments", Xitong didn't know how much stronger she had become, but she knew very well that she could do many things that she couldn't do before.
"Well, protecting yourself is the greatest help to Dad."
"Xitong has to work hard too!"
The little girl clenched her little fists to encourage herself, then she felt an itch on the back of her neck and scratched it a few more times with her hands.
When she arrived at the restaurant and saw the food on the table, she rushed over.
One hand grabbed her collar and said, "Go wash your hands."
It’s Qianhong.
Among the three sisters, Xitong is most afraid of Qianhong.
Although this 'sister' looked the youngest, Xitong felt a little scared every time she stared at her.
Qianhong frowned at this time, and used her hand to push aside Xitong's hair, and saw that the back of her neck was red.
"What's wrong with your neck?" Qianhong asked.
Xitong answered obediently: "I don't know what's going on, I always feel itchy there in the morning."
"You might have been bitten by some small insect. After dinner, let Hongxiu apply some medicine for you. Don't scratch it, or you might break the skin." After Qianhong said this, she walked towards the dining table.
Xitong said "Oh" and stuck out her tongue, thinking that although Sister Qianhong looked fierce, she was also very caring.
At this moment, a thin crack appeared silently behind Xitong's hair and behind her neck.
... ...
Western Continent, Lieyang Castle.
The video conference is over.
Tianyang also got a set of coordinates and planned to go there by high-speed flying ship.
At this moment, he felt something in his heart, and saw a book on the bookshelf fall down by itself.
The book fell to the ground and it opened. The words and pictures on every page, all the knowledge, all the information, were separated from the book.
They circled, whistled, and formed a silhouette in mid-air.
The combination created the Undead Merchant and the combination created the figure of the 'Twilight Recorder'!
Looking at this group of figures made up purely of words and patterns, and of knowledge and information from books, Tianyang nodded gently: "Good evening, how should I call you, recorder?"
The 'old man' created from the information smiled, but made no sound.
However, the communicator that Tianyang placed on the table rang by itself at this time.
"It seems that Kshatiga has told you some information."
"It doesn't matter what you call me. I'm just a recorder of knowledge. You can call me whatever you want."
Tianyang glanced at the communicator and nodded: "Then I will call you the recorder."
"You are here for the Dusk Slate, right? Please wait a moment, I will bring it to you."
After saying that, Tianyang left the study.
When he came back a moment later, he had a slate in his hand.
Tianyang did not immediately hand the slate to the recorder. He said, "Now, Shatiga has completed the first stage, but we plan to rush to destroy the 'Dark Crystal Pillar'."
"I don't know, what do you suggest?"
The figure made up of words and patterns looked at the Dusk Slate in Tianyang's hand, and then used the communicator to make his voice heard.
"You guys plan to stall for time?"
"That's one way."
"If it's a suggestion, I suggest you go deal with Genaros."
Tianyang gave him a questioning look.
The recorder's voice continued to ring out in the communicator: "Heh, think about it."
"Why would Kshatriya want to block the will of the universe? Isn't it just to gain a space where he can act at will?"
“What is His purpose in doing this?”
"Of course, it is to devour revived gods like Genaros, so as to recover and complete itself."
"Until I no longer fear the will of the universe."
"In that case, as long as we get rid of Kshatriya's food first and leave him with nothing to eat, Kshatriya will not be able to return to his peak, and the will of the universe will still be able to shock him."
"You can do this in two ways: destroy the crystal column while trying to kill Gnaros."
"This is much easier than attacking the Kshatriyas directly."
"After all, Genaros also has troubles to deal with now."
"The will of his body was reawakened by Kshatiga, and Gnaros is no longer in the same condition as before."
"But you have to hold on tight. I'm afraid Kshatija is already looking for Gnaros."
Tian Yang nodded slightly, then looked at the recorder and said, "Can you tell me what your position is?"
The recorder raised his lips and said, "Neutral."
"Whether it's in the old universe or in your universe."
"I have always maintained a neutral stance."
"I can give you some advice, some reminders."
“It’s also for myself.”
"But I cannot deal with the Kshatriyas myself. The essence of what I possess is 'knowledge', and knowledge cannot kill gods. Moreover, the Kshatriyas are pillars."
Tianyang exhaled slowly, then placed the 'Dusk Slate' on the table: "Thank you for your suggestion."
The recorder nodded, and his body expanded, decomposing into countless words and patterns.
These things wrapped around the 'Dusk Slate' and embedded themselves back into the book on the ground.
Soon, all the words and patterns returned to their original positions, and the 'Dusk Slate' disappeared into the air.
Tianyang picked up the book.
The eyes are deep.
He didn't completely believe what the recorder said.
The recorder may hold a neutral stance, but stances can change at any time.
Today’s friends may become enemies in the future.
It depends on how the situation changes.
But for now, Kshatriya is more important.
After all, He is a real threat to the survival of the human race.
... ... ..
Midland, somewhere in the wasteland.
A red tent swayed in the wind.
An old man sat in front of a campfire, put down a communicator, and then picked up a book.
He opened it casually and reached out to press it.
He reached his hand into the book, and when he pulled it out, he had an ancient slate in his hand.
Looking at the stone slab, the old man said in a slightly ethereal voice: "Finally..."
"Finally finished."