Humans originally lived with other animals, and when they faced hunting and being hunted every day, they also had that kind of keen intuition, but as the civilization of human society became more and more developed, life became more and more similar to jungles and grasslands. The farther away, this intuition slowly degenerates, as if the cecum in the stomach has become a discarded thing.
Yet as they stood by the unknown, emerald waters of the lake, each heard an alarm from his own soul.
There seems to be an inherent vibration in the stagnant air that can't be blown away by strong winds, which produces a magical resonance in the hearts of everyone who faces it, and even the most proud head that can be oppressed pays homage to it.
The place is empty, there are no difu or ferocious beasts, no howling evil spirits and severe cold, and at a glance, there is nothing deadly, but they just can't help being afraid.
All those who have been here will firmly remember that fear, like being carved into the soul by a knife, and it is the most painful nightmare when you dream back at midnight.
Fear, as long as you find the vehicle that caused the fear, become stronger than it, and finally defeat it, that feeling will disappear.
Aldo finally understood why after so many years, Carlos still showed a rare fear when he mentioned the lake—because he never found what caused the fear, and he still didn't understand what frightened him.
The real horror is only the unknown.
"There is a groove there." Louis pointed to the place by the lake covered by the Jade Feather Stone, and subconsciously lowered his voice and asked, "Is it where the box is placed?"
Aldo nodded, motioning for him to place the crystal box on the groove in the middle of the stone.
Something in the lake seems to have affected the crystal box, and the singing sound coming out of it became louder and louder, and the sound of the water in the box also merged with the sound of the water in the lake strangely, and the transparent crystal was reflected by the surrounding stones. A faint green.
When Louis put the box, Gal was worried, and followed behind him on guard, just in case. At this time, he inadvertently raised his head and glanced at a green feather stone next to him that was taller than him, and suddenly felt that there seemed to be something else in the stone besides the feather-like white spots.
He couldn't help leaning over carefully, staring at the shadow carefully for a while, and then his face suddenly changed, and he took a big step back, all the muscles in his body tensed up, "The Thorn of Dawn" was struck by the shadow. He pulls/pulls out halfway.
Gal is definitely not someone like Evan who likes to make a fuss. His rare look of horror made everyone nervous. Everyone squeezed their weapons tightly and looked nervously at the erected big piece. Stone, Louis pressed his hands on his waist and asked in a low voice, "What?"
"Inside the stone," Gal's throat moved with difficulty, "there is a person."
Louis frowned.
"It's alive, I saw 'his' eyeballs move, he opened his eyes and looked at me, and..." Gal's face was pale, "That person is... is..."
Before he could finish speaking, Louis had already moved to the boulder, took a careful look inside with his scimitar, and then turned around in surprise to look at his close friend.
"Yes," Gal squeezed out a habitual smile out of fear, "...that seems to be me."
However, Louis clearly knew that the person in the stone was not Gal, the man was completely naked, and was reflected ghastly by the green stone, his facial features were exactly the same as Gal, but he was indescribably sinister and terrifying.
Someone imitated Gal and the others, boldly took a few steps forward, and stuck it on another jade stone, but then staggered back with a scream of "ah".
In the huge stones around the lake, there seemed to be the reflections of the people on the shore in another world, Gal, Louis, Amy, Evan, Lukes, Michelle... even Carlos and Aldo , not one less.
The tone of the singing became more and more mysterious, it was obviously far away, but it seemed to be sung close to people's ears, while those figures in the stone slowly floated up, and under the gaze of everyone, they became more and more Closer to the surface of the stone, it became more and more clear that countless eyes seemed to be born in the blue waves, staring at the people on the shore.
Louis and Gal withdrew, and everyone, including Aldo, took a step back. Everyone's backs were cold, and there was a shivering feeling that their scalps were being scratched.
There was no sound, and the surrounding area was completely silent.
Aldo faced himself who was looking at him abruptly across a stone, and suddenly something lit up in his mind—they needed something to fill the enchantment energy, so Kevin Watson gave them the crystal box and opened this The same lake as death.
Satan Parola was sucked into the forbidden art as the shell of the enchantment, like guarding the door of the dark world, keeping its weaker kind outside, so... when its energy is exhausted, what can replace it
What makes those difu linger with their tails between their legs, but never dare to take a step closer
It's the one thing they can't conquer—themselves.
Aldo strode up to the crystal box suddenly, and Carlos was startled: "Leo, come back!"
And the pitch of that singing voice was getting higher and higher, until it was almost as thin as a mosquito's voice, and people's ears were full of screams, and their brains seemed to be shaken by something, and their eyes suddenly shone with golden light.
Even the sky darkened for a moment, and the tumbling clouds occupied the top of Jueying Mountain, wandering up layer by layer, deep in the thick clouds, there seemed to be a hand controlling everything.
All the emerald feather stones exploded at the same time, accompanied by countless screams that made people's hair stand on end.
The naked people fell to the ground one by one, and miraculously "grow" the clothes and weapons worn by another person exactly like themselves.
They were covered in the slime brought out from the stone, and their pupils flashed a dull and gloomy light, but there were no shadows.
No... It should be said that their shadows fell on the ground, like a giant snake, constantly twisting and spitting out letters.
Legend has it that the snake is the incarnation of Satan.
It's like they just came back from hell... themselves.
The moment Aldo's hand couldn't touch the crystal box, he couldn't move. There seemed to be an invisible bondage in the air that bound his hand. He turned his head and saw himself.
For the first time, Carlos felt the horror of being on the scene-in front of a human being.
The opponent raised the epee with the Flarette family crest with both hands, and pressed it down on him in the air. It was an indescribable speed—maybe it was Carlos' all-out blow, which was like this.
In the blink of an eye, the sound of metal collisions sounded, and no one could see when Carlos' sword was drawn/drawn out. He took a sudden step forward, caught the sword from the air, and guided the sword forward with his wrist flattened. At the moment when the opponent's sword edge fell, he slashed at the waist, and the sword edge swept across the face with pain.
However, his attack was stopped halfway, and there was another huge collision sound. The two heavy swords that were indistinguishable from each other met in the air again, and they stepped back half a step in the same posture at the same time. It was drained.
Carlos' wrist was so painful from the shock, and for a moment just now, he thought that his sword would fall out of his hand - he hadn't felt this way for many years.
The epee has always been a part of his body, as long as his wrist is not cut off, his sword will never be let go by others... But the opponent is not "others", but "himself".
It was only when they were fighting that he was absolutely sure that that person was himself.
The subtle turning of his wrist, the rhythm of his steps, and those ancient and fierce killing moves...all the familiar things pointed to himself.
Carlos paused for a moment, holding the hilt of the sword with both hands, the tiger's mouth was slightly torn in one hand, his breathing was long and slow, the tip of the sword drooped slightly, but it was very stable, anyone who knew him, who Can you think that such a man who jumps up and down every day without being quiet for a while, will be as steady as a mountain when he picks up his sword
However, this time he couldn't control the rhythm because his opponent was really special.
That person is as powerful as he is, and as flexible as he is, that person is as flexible as he is.
On the high mountain, among the desperate lands, the last enemy turned out to be himself.
Gal who held the same Thorn of Dawn, Louis who collided with the scimitar at the same time, and Aldo who tied each other.
The stronger you are, the more you cannot break free.
Aldo laughed: "I never knew there was such a wonderful thing in the world, Juying Mountain... Juying Mountain, what a good place."
The man ten steps away from him had the same smile on his face, but he didn't move or make a sound, his brows and eyes were gloomy.
"I know you are not me." Aldo looked at the other party and sighed, "You are just my shadow—I also know that the lake... water..."
His last words were extremely difficult, because the air medium circle tied to him tightened more and more, like a deadly embrace.
It was a binding circle that could easily strangle a dark elf in an instant—the reason why he wasn't dead was because the other party's situation was similar to his.
Aldo passed on the information that should be passed on, and Carlos was the first to respond. He slammed his shoulders under the opponent's sword, and took the opportunity to sweep out at the Emerald Feather Stone, but the opponent did not ignore it. Slashing him with a sword, as if he had understood all his psychology, intercepted him in the air.
The epee and epee collided into sparks in the air.
Carlos realized that if this went on, it would be an endless battle.
What if... What if you take a step back
Carlos tried to withdraw his sword and stepped back a little, but soon, he realized that he had done a stupid thing, because the opponent did not let him go because of his retreat, and this weakness made him miss the opportunity, which led to the next He was almost beaten by the opponent.
He dodged the two swords of "myself" in embarrassment, stepped on a stone, and his knees suddenly softened. The thunderous sword wind passed by his ears, and Carlos almost rolled on the ground. dodged.
No... I can't go on like this, and the other "self", they are invincible, everyone is almost exhausted when they reach the top of the mountain, facing this seemingly endless battle, soon their physical strength and Mental exhaustion can overwhelm them.
Aldo felt that the blood vessels all over his body were about to burst. He could no longer support himself, and knelt on the ground on one knee, while the silent contest between the two continued.
He glanced out of the corner of his eye, and it was clear that Carlos had understood the current situation. In order to preserve his energy, he no longer fought back, but retreated wholeheartedly, but he was still entangled by the opponent, and it seemed that he was going to fight hard to the end.
Correspondingly, the situation of Louis and Gall was not much better than him, and there was even a bloodstain on Gal's face—scared by his own thorn of dawn.
The other hunters were scattered all around.
Even Amy, who is not good at fighting, still has no advantage when facing her other self.
Well, except for Evan—this guy’s first reaction was to run away when he saw a person who looked exactly like him rushing towards him. The speed has been the same, so it has been around the blue lake. From the beginning to the present, it is like a donkey pulling a mill. I don’t know how many laps I have run.
Fortunately, the other Evan is his shadow, and he can't think of a better way except to keep chasing him.
Wait, maybe... there's a chance!