The iron-black coffin covered in strange patterns lay quietly in the center, as if subtle ripples silently collided in the air.
A hazy and elusive atmosphere spread out. Emlyn recalled the requirements of the "Artificial Dream", lowered his head, began to meditate, and repeatedly chanted the honorific name of "The Fool".
"The Fool that does not belong to this era;
"The Mysterious Ruler above the
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Amidst the monotonous rhythmic chanting, Emlyn gradually entered a peculiar state. His body relaxed and retracted, as if in slumber, yet his spirituality was lively and light, continuously spreading outward.
At this moment, he felt as if he were floating upward.
Inside the ancient palace above the Gray Fog, Klein sat at the head of the bronze long table, tapping his fingers as he looked at the rippling curtain of light beside him, expressionlessly watching the praying figure.
Although it was very blurry, Klein recognized the other party at a glance as the vampire Emlyn White.
Quite courageous, using the same drive he had to buy a doll… Klein sighed to himself and didn't respond.
He had previously tried to divine the purpose of the Sanguine, but couldn't get any effective revelation. The only thing he could confirm was that it had nothing to do with the
This piqued Klein's curiosity, but he wouldn't take a risk by responding to Emlyn White when a high-ranking Sanguine was hiding right beside him.
He didn't know if the other party could grasp the trace and threaten the mysterious space above the Gray Fog like the "Blasphemer"
There was no need to take risks over trivial matters, even if he desperately wanted to know the Sanguine's true purpose… Besides, it wasn't like he didn't have other ways… Klein looked at Emlyn White, who was in an "Artificial Dream" state, and smiled to himself.
"I can issue a delayed response…"
He planned to wait until tomorrow or the day after, until Emlyn White left the protection, until the Sanguine gave up on this matter, and then suddenly respond!
However, there was a prerequisite: first use divination to confirm the level of risk.
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"…Tail Swallower… like that river?"
"Demon Hunter" Colin nodded solemnly: "Yes. "This means we might have stepped into a river with no beginning or end from which we cannot leave. "Fortunately, this should just be some residual power left by that Angel of Fate. He isn't hiding here."
No, not might, but definitely, and it's been a long time… Derrick replied in his heart.
At this moment, Colin took out a dark red metal tube, unscrewed the cap, and gulped it down.
His light blue eyes quickly faded, tinged with silver. In the end, his pupils even became vertical, reflecting the figure of the Little Boy
Little sparks of fiery silver light agitated in his eyes, sometimes swirling, sometimes colliding, extremely intense.
Clang!
"Demon Hunter" Colin first thrust the long sword in his hand into the ground, then drew another straight sword and coated it with golden, sunlight-like grease.
Seeing this action, the expression of the Little Boy Jack suddenly changed, as if shrouded in a thick shadow.
Before he could open his mouth, "Demon Hunter" Colin moved. He pulled the sword from the ground, leaving a blurry afterimage at his original location.
Gold and silver flashed, illuminating the entire underground hall. The light in front of the Little Boy Jack was the most intense.
Following a miserable scream, darkness once again enveloped the altar.
The Little Boy Jack stood in place, not moving half a step, but the face on his chest and abdomen was gone, leaving only an empty hole that exposed wriggling internal organs.
A few meters to the side of Jack, "Demon Hunter" Colin crouched on the ground, his twin swords hanging obliquely.
In front of him, the shattered face had reverted to scattered eyes, noses, and mouths.
These organs twitched and bounced as if electrified, quickly stilled, and rapidly rotted, as if that was their original state.
In an instant, Derrick felt an invisible, water-wall-like barrier appear around them and silently shatter.
Almost simultaneously, he felt as if he had left a turbulent river and returned to the shore.
Looking at the gloomy underground hall, the upside-down statue, and the Little Boy Jack who was unconscious from the pain contorting his face, Derrick was overjoyed and breathed a sigh of relief.
He knew that they had finally escaped the repeating lives.
Derrick understood very well that although the final handling seemed simple, without understanding the problem in advance or getting hints, they might have to repeat it dozens or hundreds of times before finding the clues and the solution.
In this process, any lack of caution could lead to death, and Derrick couldn't know if the departed life would come back, or if it would still "resurrect" before the bonfire, only to die after completely escaping the predicament.
More seriously, people always repeat the same choices. That is, if the problem wasn't discovered the first time, without the corresponding memories and experience, it was likely that even the hundredth or thousandth time, no abnormality would be detected, and they would be completely lost in the cyclical river until the normal flow of time from the outside brought an end to their lives.
Just thinking about this possibility made Derrick sincerely grateful to Mr. Fool, grateful that He restored his memories and gave him the hint.
Turning his head, he saw Joshua and other exploration team members checking the surrounding area without any unusual reactions, as if the previous six explorations had never existed.