[After tens of thousands of years of hometown, is there only the residue left? 】

[Leaving that nightmarish place again, great god, what surprise have you prepared for me this time?] 】

[Everything that I once knew and yet strange, welcome to your old friends. 】

[I'm back!] 】

……

Is it already here?

Looking at the completely darkened sky, the only remaining portal in front of him, and the reappearance of all the landscapes of the old Yanan Town, Cangye knew that the old cultists had arrived.

Don't expect Carter Ward to be emotional, he was not such a person in the past, not to mention, he is not even a human being now.

As the only one to unravel the whole truth, Nightshade received a second reward on top of that.

From the perspective of the 'Eye of Truth', more than a thousand nodes of light are connected together, and the flickering light occupies almost all of the reality perspective of the night.

This is the coordinates of all 1,196 parallel Yanan towns, and in the flickering points of light, a shocking red light immediately catches the eyes of the night.

That's the coordinates of the old cultists.

Suddenly, the brilliance was magnificent, and the red mangs radiated to the surroundings at a speed beyond the imagination of the night, and in just a short moment, the six sets of coordinates instantly dimmed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

At this rate, in less than 3 hours, all coordinates will be destroyed, and by then, there will be no hiding place for you!

Towers that rise into the clouds gradually light up the circle of light from the bottom up.

After 48 hours, the aperture at the very top will be lit, sending all trialists out of the Dream Gate.

Of course, when you are alive.

In order to deal with this invincible existence, the night has prepared all strategies, and now is the climate that is starting step by step.

The first is to jump to the surrounding plane where the Old Cultists are located.

Following the red rays, the night came to the plane close to the old cultists.

This is a power that Kamalesa does not have, and the interval between the different planes does not hinder the penetration of terror.

The plane was on the verge of crumbling under the caress of unspeakable chaos, and the former landscape was shattered into the aftermath of the witch trial.

The inhabitants fell into a desperate cannibalism, destroying themselves one by one on the verge of madness.

What Cangye saw was not only the scenery of the old days, but also the impressions of the old days, a picture of hell composed of all the residents of Yanan Town.

From the butcher's machinations to the madness of the priests, and finally the shoemaker who thought he had escaped was knocked in the back, his skull shattered, his brain burst, and he died on the way to flee home.

The attacker came out of the darkness with a scepter in his hand, topped with gold, and flanked by a statue of an angelic child.

And now, that pair of cute little wings are stained with red blood and their own white brains.

Carter Ward held the holy scepter, his eyes were strange and sarcastic, looking at the tragic death of the shoemaker, and as if he was looking at the self-proclaimed clever night, and the corners of his mouth hooked up the arc of ridicule:

"No one can escape." ’

[No one can escape from Yanan Town! 】

Suddenly, an unparalleled pressure descended on the seat.

Click! Click!

Yanan Town was suddenly plunged into eternal and boundless darkness, and countless cracks shaped like light patterns grew in large numbers, and then spread to the entire plane.

The large-scale collapse is rapidly taking shape, and the chaotic heaven and earth are rapidly forming the shape of heaven and earth, mercilessly engulfing everything.

This is just the release of its own pressure, and the whole seat has entered the final moment of destruction.

Cangye had already teleported away before the void was disturbed, and with the power of the [Eye of Truth], Cangye glanced at it from afar.

I only saw that through the vast void, a gray air flow was rolling, and there was a hideous huge light and shadow wriggling inside, and a small branch of it penetrated into this plane.

It was a tentacle, dark and deep, covered with dense suckers, like an octopus, but with a lot of extra scales, the actual size of which might be enough to crush a row of mountain peaks, perhaps the legendary Ice Sea Monster that roamed the land of the north wind and snow could not be bigger than it.

Nightnight reminds him of the legendary Old Ruler of the Lightless Sea, the 'Lord of the Blue Nightmares'.

The tentacle exuded an astonishing amount of pressure, and just by looking at it from afar, the night had to accept three consecutive SAN value judgments.

Withdrawing from the retreat, the tentacles chased closely, extending thousands of feet in the void, but in fact, the size of the mountain wrapped in the pressure of the soul.

During the chase, another seat was crushed, so far away, but the loss of attack power of the tentacles was still negligible.

Chased by the earth-shattering giant, Cangye remained extremely calm, his eyes flickering, and a large amount of data piled up one possibility after another.

Finally, three seats were destroyed in a row, and the night led one of the tentacles of the old cultist into the fourth seat.

This seat is the space where Barton the Lucky Mage is.

……

Barton also received the message of the coming of the old cultists, and knew what 48 hours meant.

For a long time, Barton was confident that he would not die here for no apparent reason, even though he was an ancient evil creature with strength comparable to that of a god.

There are many Trialists who are stronger than themselves, and the Shadow is also a powerful force, and it is enough to have them to deal with that monster.

But at the moment, suddenly, there was a huge earthquake in space, and a terrifying shadow descended from the sky at a higher level, crushing down.

Heaven and earth burst into countless ripples at the same time, shattering all existence.

For a while, Barton didn't know where he got the confidence, so he put his hands on top and pushed out the [Reverse Time Realm], trying to get the world back on track.

However, the realm could only support a world with a range of only 300 feet, and the rest of the area was shattered into pieces by tentacles in an instant.

With such terrifying strength, even some weak true gods are no opponents.

The fear of confronting chaos completely destroys Barton's self-confidence and shatters his will.

With a scream of terror, the lucky mage withdrew from the realm and fled quickly, a trail of light woven by silver streams of water forming beneath his feet.

Stepping into the flow of light, the lucky mage is once again covered with a vague and hazy mist of time, and any creature that tries to chase will be lost in time, and the possibility of catching up will always be 3 seconds away.

However, the horror of the old cultists is beyond all the imagination of the world.

A tentacle that traveled across countless planes directly cut off the silver light stream, and the lucky mage was knocked into the chaotic void turbulence.

Next, Nightnight used Barton to introduce this tentacle into the ambush circle set up in advance.