In the middle of the hazy, creeping light, there was a dark figure.
It was pushing her.
I wanted to remind her to leave quickly.
The colorful strange shadow twisted its body, as if it was roaring silently.
It was fighting, trying to stop the figure's control.
Hitzfeld watched all this in silence.
She is in no hurry.
Because she could already feel a familiar breath approaching quickly.
"I will fulfill your wish."
Facing the strange shadow, she spoke.
"Your hatred."
"Your attachment."
"Your persistence."
"Your nightmare."
"I already know everything, and I will complete them for you."
"This is me, Esun Hitzfeld."
"My promise to you."
The colorful strange shadow was no longer wriggling.
Every ray of light in its body was vibrating wildly, as if it would be unable to express its inner anger otherwise.
It once again split into countless scattered lights.
All the light surrounded Hitzfeld and was about to devour her completely.
Zheng——
The next moment, a brilliant white light flashed in the darkness.
Changxia's long sword pierced through the mist, creating a door connecting heaven and earth in the darkness. Xia Yibing, Torres, and Cybertron jumped out of the door one after another, firmly protecting Hitzfeld in the middle.
"What's the situation?"
The white-haired priest screamed when he saw the colorful monster.
"They said they could sense you confronting a monster, but what is this? It's something I've never seen before!"
"Don't just stand here! Get out of here first!"
Xia Yibing was a little flustered.
There is no other reason, there are just too many and too dense scattered lights.
She can kill one person with one strike, but it takes time for her to swing the sword.
The best way would definitely be to drag Hitzfeld away through the light gate - directly transfer to the other side of the gray fog in the dream world.
"Hitzfeld..."
She called out to the girl, wanting to grab her hand and take her away.
But Hitzfeld did not respond.
There were too many lights and figures, Xia Yibing had no time to look back and could only shout again.
"Hitzfeld——!"
Still no response.
But soon, Xia Yibing noticed that the situation had changed.
The moment before, she had to use all her strength to make the knife light catch up with those jumping lights. But now...when she swung the knife out, there would be a piece of light that suddenly stopped moving?
The killing efficiency increased more than tenfold, and she finally had time to look back - she saw the gray-haired girl with an expressionless face, staring at this side with the enchanting golden eyes.
Is that the eye…?
Xia Yibing understood a little.
She followed the flash of the knife with her eyes.
Do they freeze because they are being stared at?
Xia Yibing was really shocked.
She never knew Hitzfeld had such a talent!
"Let's go."
Seeing the colorful light, they flew back in fear and formed into a colorful monster that was wriggling there. Hitzfeld then floated over and took the initiative to grab her left hand.
"After all, I swore an oath."
"Today's money is just interest."
Chapter 43: Miracles of Nature
When he opened his eyes, the first thing Hitzfeld saw was an approaching face.
"..." She didn't say anything, just stared at the other person.
But Ashley had no idea what it meant to be embarrassed. After she opened her eyes, she started to shout: "Wow! Heath! Your eyes are so beautiful——"
In order to avoid a situation similar to what happened to Mogali, Hitzfeld deliberately let down his left bangs and covered his left eye with his hair.
Ashley had seen this eye before, but their first meeting was not a pleasant one. She was quite frightened, and had never seen and looked into the eyes of another person up close like this.
It's really troublesome without the eye mask...
Hitzfeld shook his head, pushed Ashley aside and looked toward the door.
The temperature in the house was already rising, and the light coming through the crack in the door indicated that daybreak was already approaching.
And she felt it particularly.
This temperature is a little higher than that in the morning.
So that should be about right.
Hot Wind Festival.
Coming soon.
……
On the other side, Torres rubbed his eyes and sat up, and saw his companion sitting face to face with Xia Yibing, talking about something in a low voice.
"..." Am I the only one who can't wake up because of the nightmare?
He felt vaguely ashamed.
"Hey!" Driven by his self-esteem, the white-haired young man stood up and approached the extinguished fire. "What did she mean by the last thing she said yesterday?"
As far as he could remember, after they passed through the white light gate, Hitzfeld told them a lot of things all at once. What about the Bressworm monster, the sun, the high temperature, etc., which made Torres dizzy.
He was originally a sick patient, and his body had not recovered yet. Xia Yibing also used him as a laborer for several days to keep him in his present state. When Hitzfeld was found in the gray fog, he was no longer fully conscious.
He could only roughly confirm one thing now, that is, there was a huge evil monster hidden under Brays Island, and the image of this monster in the dream world was the colorful shadow.
"I thought you heard it clearly." Xia Yibing glanced at him calmly, "It seems that I overestimated your IQ."
"???...What?" Torres opened his mouth, wanting to refute, but he really couldn't come up with any opinion.
He felt that just knowing this was useless.
Is it over after finding the monster? No... They are still trapped here, not to mention escaping from this broken island. They have only explored three peaks!
"Just do as she tells you." Saibot pursed his lips and said, "She even used astrology to mark the topography of the island. We can use it to determine the current direction of her and Frick."
"And I read the topographic map she sent me...Some places are buried with things left by the victims in the past, including shovels, spades, and daggers...They can help us overcome those complex obstacles!"
"Let's get started after a short break."
Xia Yibing stood up.
"it is good."
The pink-haired nun also followed suit.
“?……???”
Only the white-haired priest did not understand what they were trying to do. Seeing that they were about to leave the woods, hesitant for a while, then limped after them.
……
The Hot Wind Festival is really here.
It was no later than 10 o'clock in the morning. The temperature was already higher than the hottest time of the year. Hitzfeld felt like he was going to be melted standing in the sun. He had to pull some leaves from the nearby bushes and weave a straw hat to cope with the situation.
She was taken out by the villagers.
When she reached the open space in the center of the village, she saw that Frick had also been brought there.
The patience of the Worm Village - or rather the thing hidden behind the village - has finally run out.
Hitzfeld speculated that the Hot Wind Festival was its harvest festival, and it was obvious that it intended to include Hitzfeld and Frick in the sacrifice.
"What are you going to do? What are you going to do to Heath?"
Ashley's sharp roar came from behind.
"You can't take her away!"
"Hot Wind Festival...you have to volunteer to participate!"
"Don't worry, Ashley." Hitzfeld thought about it and decided to remind her in case she did anything stupid.
"There's no need to drag this matter out any further... I'm participating in the Hot Wind Festival on a voluntary basis."
"Really?" Ashley was a little slow to react and kept backing away under the pushing of the villagers.
She was so naive that she still didn't quite understand... Heath, she had never mentioned this to her?
"Believe me." Hitzfeld raised his head slightly, his blue eyes seemed calm, but in fact they were brewing something that only she could understand.
"After today, Brays Island may no longer exist."
"I will fulfill my promise to Brittany Skye today. I will keep you alive and send you back."
"Heath..."
Ashley stared at Hitzfeld blankly, always feeling that she was very different today than before.
Some of them look like when my mother participated in the Hot Wind Festival.
But there are differences.
She couldn't tell.
Just as she was in a daze, a team of about fifty villagers and hunters came up from behind and lined up in the middle of the open space.
Lindworm climbed up the slope, first glanced at Ashley, then ignored Hitzfeld and Frick, and began to read the ceremony speech of the Hot Wind Festival.
"…What the hell are you doing?"
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Frick reluctantly moved closer to the girl.
His injury hasn't healed yet, so he can't do any big movements.
After experiencing a series of horrific treatments, he was full of resistance to everything in Worm Village. At this moment, he felt very uneasy and always felt that something very bad was about to happen.
"Good morning, Mr. Knight."
Hitzfeld curled his lips, "What do you think of the weather today?"
Her emotions were the exact opposite of Frick's.
It's very calm, even with a bit of anxiety stirring in my heart.
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