There is always something wrong with the temple

Just when Aliena thought it was over.

——Those Void Zerg have disappeared.

After no paladin felt that strange and inexplicable fear anymore, her eyes showed a little relief.Although it is indeed a bit tiring, it is not very difficult to deal with these void Zerg.In particular, these people who came here seem to have...extremely keen hearing.

Marcus was leaning on his own sword—grotesquely shaped—and unshaven, looking quite old, but the sense of decadence in the past had long since disappeared, “Our hearing shouldn’t be so good.”

he said, with a sort of eccentric flavor.

Alena Wolfe agrees with him.It seems that at some point, their physical fitness far exceeded that of before.There should be some reason here, but at this moment, Aliena said: "First confirm everyone's situation."

Although it looked like everyone was in high spirits, it didn't look like they were hurt at all.

At this moment, Aliena shook her head, a strange look flashed in her blue eyes, her fingers were slightly bent on her ears, and she seemed to hear... a vague humming ?

getting stronger.

This voice appeared very quickly, from nothing to nothing, and before even a few paladins could react, a strong nausea lingered in their chests.Their faces turned pale in an instant, as if they were attacked by an invisible creature. They didn't know where this strange feeling came from, but they couldn't control their weakness of losing control of their limbs.It’s as if there is some fear slowly emerging from behind the layers of dense fog, as if the clown in the stage play finally revealed his frightening face, as if the hero’s wailing was stopped abruptly after passing the level...

All Dangerous Ominous Horror Frightened Viscous Mother Earth From the Wheatfield Eternal Calm God of Knowledge and Wisdom Gives Joy to be Chased by Knowledge Ahhhhhhhhhhh he saw he saw he saw To the Eternal Lament of Mars his eyes ache his eyes his eyes—

The curled up body was accompanied by groans, and the territory fell into a strange frenzy.Everything began to wither, and the fresh green color was almost shattered under the pressure of the terrifying darkness.

The little lord in the temple took a look.

Wusu's voice was soft and soft.

He said, "Hey like this."

Five soto gills.

The big black eyes were full of unhappiness.

how to say?

If a rare good opportunity is found, how can those existences retreat easily?

How can it be possible without trying?

Wu Su seemed to be able to see through the void those gloomy and cruel instincts and the existence of various shapes.

They are weird and inexplicable, and once they walk in the world, they will definitely make everyone crazy and twisted, turning them into indescribable creatures.Those three big groups... Maybe they shouldn't be described as groups, they are existences that I don't know how to explain in a very poor language. Their shapes, their patterns, and their appearances are completely different and completely out of human As far as imaginable goes, they are the greats of the greats, masters hidden behind the stars.

Those countless pairs of viscous eyes, countless dark fogs, countless clamoring hums, and countless murmuring whispers, all turned into the simplest words.

--host.

my lord.

my lord!

Longing, restlessness, and dark emotions are constantly beating, and the people who are facing the descending of the gods cannot control some kind of mutation.Their limbs were either a little twisted, or they suddenly exuded the smell of malt, or they hugged their heads in pain and hit the wall desperately...

His dark eyes brightened.

Wu Su didn't allow Mephisto, who was standing behind him to become almost invisible, to take action, even though the reason why the three gods hadn't broken through was partly due to Mephisto's efforts.

Crazy, twisted longing filled with a sour taste.

In the dark forest, Archibald was lying on the soil of the aviary, and a bunch of fluffy yellow chickens were flopping on the man's thin back.Despite the same fear and fear, the cowering terrain birds still tried their best to press the shit shovelers firmly under their soft butts.Shit-shoveling officers are weaker and more delicate than them to the extreme. A human body that can be pierced with a bird's claw can't reassure a little chick at all.

Archibald: ...

He was probably about to be crushed to death by this heavy love.

Surrounded by a pile of fluff, Archibald muttered to himself: "This smell, what is this smell..." Before he could really distinguish clearly, he seemed to hear five sous slowly whispering in his ear. He said slowly, "Close your eyes."

Archibald paused and closed his eyes.

The next moment, the sour and heavy breath was drawn from his limp limbs.This feeling was also pulled away from other people, as if they were injected with strength instantly, and all the lost transformations were restored, leaving only a shallow layer of residual fear.But it's like being separated by a thin layer of glass, you can see it but you can't feel it, it seems to be protected by something.

Aliena's protruding and sticky eyeballs slowly returned to normal, and some mutated scales and decayed smell remained on the originally beautiful and resolute face, but after a gentle gust of wind, those last remnants

Wu Su pouted.

The little lord liked this small territory very much. Even though it was indeed small, it was also tainted with many dark colors, which made Wusu struggle with how to wash away the reputation of the Dark Forest so that it could interact with more other areas.

This joy, Wu Su hated to be destroyed.

He said.

"leave."

he said.

"—"

Aliena raised her head abruptly, followed by two or three people who had just got up behind her, the doubt and panic in their eyes refused to dissipate.

They all heard the voice.

It sounded like the voice of the little lord Wusu, but, but... the small voice that was supposed to be tender and soft seemed to be mixed with some feelings that could not be described in words, and could not be expressed in words.

It's somewhere between alienation and divinity.

Not like five sous.

They had never heard Wusu's voice before, but it seemed to be a very strange and familiar feeling.

It's like feeling safe in the mother's womb, like being bathed in the warm sunshine, like being sheltered by broad shoulders, like being surrounded in a safe area all the time, like flowing along the river, just like It seems to be the joyful charm of liking and love, as if it is the best and safest thing in everything.

Alena Wolf couldn't help lowering her head, feeling some heat in her eyes.

All the time, there is no place that is not clamoring to surrender, which obviously sounds as treacherous as those dark and mysterious things, and seems to be an existence above their consciousness.They seem to have never had such a huge and turbulent emotion, and they seem to be temporarily connected in a strange perspective to some extent, they are shivering, but warm.

Fell asleep protected and safe.

The last remaining consciousness of Aliena is to hear some kind of huge hissing and mournful cry, which is not a sound that humans can make, it is the deeper darkness and more treacherous fear, it is the starry sky itself, it is the sound of all things. shadow.But such a great and fearsome existence transcended space and time and rolled, as if the shadow of the starry sky garden was twisted into clay... And at the end, she smelled a sweet and greasy fragrance.

Ah, that's the smell of red fruit cake.

It was a taste that could stay by Wusu's side for a short time.

Then, outside of that smell, there seemed to be an extremely dense darkness entangled.

It is the source of darkness, the incarnation of darkness, the source of everything, and the most faithful servant on the prostrate.

It... No, it is He who is entangled, sighing, and rejoicing.

surround the Lord.

The elves danced around the stars, and the splinters fell from their wings, and they sang and sang

"The Lord, Asimi, who sleeps at the bottom of the sea, who wakes up from the bottom of the sea, rises from the surface of the sea, steps from the silence of all things, and brings life to the extreme—"

Quirky, sweet tones surround the realm of silence, plunging Mirkwood into a deeper, sweeter dark sleep.

They are always safe.