At the same time, the branches "finally completely caught her at the shadow level" - the shadows on both sides completely overlapped and intertwined, and the layers of strange shadows of branches grew around the slender female reflection on the wall, as if injecting some kind of factor, stuffing the spreading branches into the shadow and disappearing.
Then, the woman's shadow also began to change. It became fierce at the first moment. Although the person standing in the room was just holding the letter in both hands, the reflection slowly lowered its arms and drew out a shadow long knife from the void.
The shadow of the Changxia Knife only lasted a short time from its appearance to its solidification. Under the shocked gaze of the Blood Crystal Crow, the reflection stabbed the knife into its body, and a large cluster of shadow blood flowers shot out from its back. The blood was obviously nourishing something while gushing out. This action was like turning on a switch or cutting open a blocked passage. The back of the reflection - the process that was supposed to be the external branches constantly piercing into the back seemed to be reversed!
The branches were still the same branches, and the shadows on both sides were still overlapping and fused. Blood Crystal Crow didn't know why she had this feeling. The scene in front of her hadn't changed, but she suddenly felt that the branches were not "pierced from the outside", but "grown from behind by Imaer's shadow"!
How could this be?
This level of mysterious fusion... and Imaar is not resisting it. The only possibility I can think of is that... little Annie has come up with some innovation in the past timeline.
Are they planning to ascend the throne of heaven here?
But how to solve the problem of time? They are separated and cut by the Spirit of the Great One, and how to solve the convergence of "authority"?
"So this is what you think."
The woman whose reflection was pierced by the branches whispered to herself, as if she had completely understood something at this moment, "It's pretty much what I thought."
"Keep an eye on Yusilian." She reached for the candlestick next to her.
"This is the 'channel' she left for me."
As soon as she finished speaking, she took the candlestick right in front of her.
Something incredible happened... As the position of the light source changed, the shadow behind her also changed direction. The dark shadow was constantly stretched, stretched, and stretched again, and its end reached the gap in the ceiling - but it was not blocked there, but spread to the shadows in the blind corners of the room, and extended endlessly!
If a mortal witnessed this scene, he would definitely mistake the shadow for the deep space universe.
Deeper than deep space, darker than darkness... The sheriff's reflection twisted and deformed in the process, and it seemed as if it had grown countless branches, which just happened to be intertwined with the twisted tree shadows that extended from the end of the darkness and also from the past.
The branches were entwining and merging... The Blood Crystal Crow felt his heart skip a beat when he saw this scene. The wriggling branches looked too mysterious and strange... But fortunately, the process did not last too long. The wriggling subsided after a while, leaving only the bare "trunks", which were the main part of the reflection outline. And these two parts... the trunks of the two tree shadows were now completely indistinguishable from each other...
If this is the path you choose, then there is no reason why I shouldn't follow.
Xia Yibing became more determined.
She remembered the oath she once made, "to make the gray fog and evil gods disappear from the world."
Aisuen's divine eyes blocked the past. She stood in the middle of the time gap, facing the "past", and used her shadow to protect the "future".
Then I...
All I have to do is stand with her, but I face the "future" and use my shadow to block out the "past".
Clank, clank, clank——
The sound of metal clashing merged into one in the dark world. Without any warning, countless branches spread out from the intertwined shadow trunks again, but this time the branches were very different from the previous ones - they seemed to have a "Changxia" hanging at the end of the treetops of each branch!
This is a fantasy of sword and shadow!
Taking thoughts as the origin, I pass through the passage left only for "people with two hearts" and send this longing out abruptly!
Ring ring ring——
Endless growth, endless shadow blades. This extended shadow penetrated the wall, the night sky, the universe, and extended to the end of the past, almost instantly transmitting everything here to the other person connected to the shadow!
Hitzfeld immediately realized that her plan had succeeded. She stopped talking nonsense with the "Lord Prophet". The shadows behind her expanded instantly, and on each branch of the shadow there was actually a "Changxia" shadow blade hanging!
"you--"
"Cut."
Manion didn't even have time to complete his thoughts - he hadn't even understood what those questions meant! The support from the future had already arrived!
And it was so swift! So terrifying! As the god raised his forearm, countless "black lines" spread in the void. They overlapped intricately and cut the dream into pieces. All illusions, all mists, all darkness, all thoughts! Nothing could survive such a terrible cut! Even His consciousness was instantly shattered!
"impossible……"
The darkness was shattered, leaving only unwilling whispers in the void.
“That’s how you found the way…”
"Why is that you……"
"Why is that you……"
"Because I have indeed made a lot of preparations for this moment." The god replied.
"Now Namibia is no longer a world without the protection of the Great One."
"Answer me, Lana."
"You want to live."
"I still want to die."
There was a faint movement of something in the void.
But it was just a moment! Endless black cutting lines spread out around the deity, and the interlaced lines even broke through the limit of a single dream. The end of the line broke through the dream world and stretched out, cutting one, two... almost thousands of cyclic dreams, cutting into tens of millions of surviving residual souls, cutting all the haze and mist, and even cutting into the inner world of the controller in the process, aiming the sharp blade at those empty whispers that had often troubled her since she suffered from insomnia!
This time there will be no compromise.
Hitzfeld first heard familiar noises ringing in his ears, but they only lasted for a moment before the source of all the noise was cut into pieces by the black lines.
"And you."
She turned her head slightly, revealing a gleam of golden eyes between her hair.
"Mother of Deep Space... or should I call you [******] more appropriately?"
"Same question, please tell me your answer as soon as possible."
The void began to move again, and this time the amplitude was far greater than before... It was like a vibration and a tear, and the entire dream world collapsed and collapsed in an instant.
In the end what happened?
Just like those myths and secrets in history that were ultimately known only to a very few or even to no one, for the spirits headed by the three Marseilles who were caught in the great man's dream and lived in a daze, they were just in a trance, and the next moment they found that they had lost their bodies, and everything around them suddenly disappeared, turning into endless darkness.
They only vaguely saw that the scenes seemed to be covered with layers of messy black lines before they disappeared... and there were two people standing in the darkness... two people standing back to back, they looked so noble and sacred... it was almost impossible not to kneel down before them...
But even this feeling only lasted for a moment.
The next moment, they woke up directly from reality. Some of them rolled to the ground, while others twitched and retched on the bed.
"what happened again?"
"Not sure... They woke up suddenly, but they were different from the people who woke up before. This reaction was particularly violent! It looked like they were attacked in the dream world! But how did they all come back alive?"
"Alive means not dead, right? Then get them out! Quick! We're in need of a stretcher!"
The noise revealed the uneasiness about the current situation. As medical staff, no one knew better than them how serious the current situation in Xixinna Parish was.
Without any warning... they thought this was just an ordinary afternoon, but first the weather turned cold, and the sky began to be covered with thick dark clouds. What should have been a sunny day at 4 pm suddenly became like 4 am in the morning. Dark clouds could be seen rolling in the sky, and in the process the clouds kept changing into strange shapes of people, objects, animals, and scenery. In the end it started to rain, and a light mist inexplicably began to spread on the ground.
The rain and lack of light caused the temperature in the air to drop rapidly. This was an ice month, and the temperature dropped below minus ten degrees Celsius in a few minutes. The rain quickly froze after accumulating on the ground, and the spread of fog obscured the vision. Even people who were not on the road could capture the endless car accidents and screams from the outside.
If it were just this, it would still be tolerable. Nowadays, doctors who don't know a little bit about the occult and theology of the spirits won't survive long. They can probably regard the dark clouds and strange phenomena as the gray fog in the dream world that has been pressed down lower, and those strange things are the projection of the dream world in reality.
But the wave that followed snuffed out the last bit of luck. It was an army of insect monsters, they had slender torsos similar to humans but much thinner, with dark and hard exoskeleton armor growing on their bodies, and two or three huge tumors growing irregularly on their heads, and the tumors were filled with normal human eyeballs.
They are monsters that only appear in nightmares!
These insect people are light-loving and bloodthirsty. Under the cover of the dark sky, the tiny lights in the parish city just point them in the direction. All places with light sources let out shrill screams after the arrival of the insect tide, accompanied by collisions, gunshots, and hitting sounds... But soon everything will calm down, leaving only the cutting sounds, sucking sounds, and the "gurgling" sound similar to the sound of a straw sucking the bottom of a flat plate dry.
According to conservative estimates, more than half of the diocese was lost.
Standing at the fourth-floor window of the administrative building in Manion City, Frick wiped the blood off his face.
This blood was not his. Most of it belonged to the insect people he had killed, and a small part belonged to the ignorant idiots who were scared mad and wanted to charge at him without any eyes.
After some silent calculations, I concluded that this building would most likely not be defendable.
There are too many insect people, and their number far exceeds the initial estimate.
These things had earlier flown in from the east, with an estimated number of between 2000 and 3000.
If there were only so many of them, they could be dealt with even if they were scattered. Frick found that they were very hungry. They seemed to be very hungry. Even though some knight squads were seriously lacking in anti-aircraft means because they were not equipped with heavy machine guns, and even though they had witnessed what would happen to their companions if they faced them head-on, they would still dive down desperately to try to hunt. This showed that they were so hungry that they were willing to give up their lives for it.
It is not difficult to defend well by taking advantage of this point, but it will be difficult if the number always doubles.
The battle started at 200:. Because the two key figures were not there, there were only soldiers left guarding the building. Several of them were killed at the beginning because they were unfamiliar with the situation, and then it was a one-sided massacre of the Zerg people.
Belmullen is right.
As long as you can handle the confrontation with ease, kill them and throw them far away, their enlargement before death will not be much of a problem.
But at 5:30, an hour later, Frick was horrified to find that the number of Zergmen had actually increased.
Judging from the telegrams for help received by the building, the number has at least quadrupled. He didn't understand what was going on at first... until he saw with his own eyes that a citizen who was taken in by the soldiers actually began to swell and mutate after inhaling the mist. Only then did he realize that the source of the troops of the enemy he was about to face might be directly linked to the population of the entire parish.
This can't go on like this!
Everyone understands this principle.
The enemies became more and more numerous. Even if the power armor was strong enough and the insect-men's claws could not pierce it, the problem of supplies gradually became apparent.
Soldiers, knights, servants, staff, and refugees who came in. All together, that's more than a thousand mouths to feed.
Wait till tomorrow?
How to solve the problem of eating and drinking?
Not to mention that from time to time people would turn into insect people after inhaling the fog. This not only seriously divided the administrative building's energy for external combat, forcing him to divide up several teams to patrol inside, but also destroyed the little sincerity and trust that existed when the disaster struck.
Their own soldiers were still fine, but those "new troops", those who were not brought up with chivalrous education, had already shown extremely serious negative emotions, and some even refused to accept foreign refugees.
No one said anything, but everyone could smell the fear.
It spread in the air, mixed with the rain, the cold and damp air, and the mixed and strange fog.
People began to be wary of each other.
Because no one knows whether the person around you will turn into a monster and kill you in the next moment.
I don't know how Carlo is doing...
After reading the report sent by his subordinates, Frick's brows relaxed a little.
The report said that the three Marseilles had woken up and seemed to be fine except for their poor condition.
Even if it's not in good condition, it's still gold!
With three golds joining the battlefield, his pressure will be relieved a lot.
"I just don't know where Carlo has gone."
He looked out at the dark clouds again.
Imar has Gralant to help protect him, and as for that dragon... the bugs shouldn't be able to do anything to him.
So as soon as the accident happened, he asked Carlo to bring some more people to support the search for Hitzfeld - he always knew that this person was the key to breaking the deadlock.
Something could happen to anyone else, even Director Imaar could get into trouble, to put it bluntly, in Frick's mind, but nothing could happen to Count Xi Yang.
He personally followed the other party to handle two cases. No one knows more about it than him, no matter how exaggerated it is!
Nothing must happen to Ezun Hitzfeld!
If anyone can stop this it must be her!
She must have been planning or even taking action... Her safety must be absolutely guaranteed!
At the same time, the team led by Carlo also opened up the land all the way to the western mining area of Manion.
I don't know if it's because the fog is too thick, but the Zerg here are particularly dense. The team's progress was very difficult, and it took almost two hours, and after paying the price of all vehicles being scrapped, they finally reached the edge of the mine.
The bullets had been used up, and now everyone was fighting hand-to-hand with hammers. Carlo led his men to the entrance of the mine where Hitzfeld and his companions had gone down, and found that there was little debris and blood around.
This is not good news... The debris and blood were mostly left by the guys who did not turn into insect people. There is no shortage of this kind of things everywhere, but it is so clean here. Does it mean that most of the people who stayed here have turned into monsters?
"You have a good brain, my Lord Knight."
Without any warning, a voice came from the mine.
He was a man dressed in black, wearing a top hat, and had a tall and thin figure.
Carlo stood up immediately, clenched the hammer and stared at him.
"who are you?"
"Let me introduce myself. I'm Marlon Exon. My job is to intercept you here so that you don't interfere with the business."
"Business? You mean turning people into monsters and eating them?"
"How could it be something so superficial... So you don't understand at all. What we want is not pure chaos at all, but to find hope in the cracks of chaos."
He was responded by the whistling hammer head, and he immediately jumped to avoid the attack.
