The incense burner slowly puffed out smoke, and the green smoke enveloped Anthony, looming like a figure in a mirage. He reached out and touched the ground, and the magic poured into the streets of Akron, and a distorted light and shadow rose.

Roland frowned slightly, opening the "Pupil of Destiny" could not detect whether the light and shadow guided from the depths of the earth's heart were leyline energy or local natural spirits, watching this mysterious power injected into Anthony's eyebrows, his heartstrings also tightened.

Anthony seemed to have made contact with some mysterious consciousness, his face was cloudy, and sweat was oozing from his forehead.

As the minutes ticked by, Anthony's eyes were closed, and his posture on the floor did not change in the slightest.

Lyudmila took Jessica by the hand and walked over and looked at Anthony curiously. Jessica saw that the bard's clothes were almost soaked with sweat and pulled out her handkerchief to walk over to help him wipe his sweat.

Lyudmila hurriedly grabbed the little girl, lest she interfere with Antony's spell. At this moment, Anthony suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze glazed, and a circle of blood-colored threads quickly appeared in the depths of his pupils.

"Oh my God!" Jessica exclaimed, "He's going berserk!" ”

Roland rushed to Anthony and slapped the "recovery technique" that had been prepared on his back.

Anthony's body shuddered, and the red threads in his eyes slowly faded.

"Great, he's fine—" Jessica had just breathed a sigh of relief, and before she could finish her sentence, there was a sudden muffled sound from the depths of Anthony's skull on the other side, as if pressed by a water pump, and blood spurted out of his mouth, nose, and ear nostrils.

Lyudmila hurriedly picked up Jessica and flew away, covered her eyes and turned away, not wanting the little girl to see this terrifying scene.

Roland stood behind Anthony and pressed the palm on his back to infuse the holy light with all his might, but it was useless, Anthony's body slumped forward, his lowered head almost touching the ground, blood dripping down the tip of his nose, gathering into a pool of blood that gradually expanded.

"He doesn't matter, does he?" Lyudmila asked back.

Roland walked around to Anthony, touched his pulse, and pursed his lips without saying a word. It wasn't until Lyudmila asked again that she whispered back.

"He's dead."

"Huh?!" Lyudmila was taken aback and subconsciously hugged Jessica, not wanting her to hear the bad news.

Roland turned to look at them, and said expressionlessly: "Fortunately, he just died of cerebral hemorrhage, and the damage to brain tissue is not too serious, so he can be saved." Raising his hand to grasp the Syndra emblem, he whispered a psalm in praise of the goddess of fate, and the surging divine energy surged in his palm, pouring into Antony's corpse along his fingertips, inspiring the miracle of resurrection.

Anthony's body trembled slightly, and when Roland removed his palm, he finally regained consciousness, struggling to raise his head, and his face looked extremely haggard.

"Wasn't I in danger just now?"

"It's okay, it's just one death."

Anthony's face froze, touched the blood stains on his nose, took a deep breath, and showed a look of fear.

Roland took the handkerchief from Jessica and handed it to Anthony, "Forgive me for my curiosity, maybe I shouldn't have asked you what you saw." ”

Anthony took the handkerchief and wiped the blood from his face, and smiled reluctantly: "It may disappoint you, although I have worked hard, but I haven't got much valuable information, you can listen to it as a story." ”

Roland nodded. Lyudmila and Jessica also approached, expecting Anthony to tell the information he had obtained with the help of "Legends Knowing".

Anthony's next story confirms the legend Jessica had heard from her parents: the city, which is eternally shrouded in fog and blood-colored moonlight, is indeed the dream mirror of an evil god, and the creatures related to the evil god - that is, what Jessica calls "dependents" - can be swept into this nightmare city wherever they are.

"People come to Akron from different worlds, and when they are awake at first, they are fine, but once they lose their minds, their imaginations become entangled with nightmares, and they produce many terrible and absurd monsters like **."

Anthony paused for a moment to think about it, and then made a terrifying analogy: "Akron is short of food, people often go hungry, and it is inevitable that they will recall those delicacies they have tasted in the past, such as the delicate and delicious tonkatsu, and when people gather together to exchange their desires for tonkatsu, the common imagination will form a torrent of consciousness and come into contact with the will of the evil god that envelops Akron, and the evil god will sense people's desires and will fulfill people's desires in their own dreams, creating a ...... Pig. ”

"It turns out that the pig evolved from the wish power in the dream, and I thought that the evil god's aesthetic orientation was strange, and even the sow did not let go, so there were pig family members who inherited his bloodline to come to Akron." Roland tried to make a joke to liven up the atmosphere, but it didn't work.

"What a joke! Is there a pig bigger than an elephant? That's not at all the same as the pig people imagined, not to mention the terrifying image of the mad pig after its assimilation in purgatory! Lyudmila was deeply skeptical of Antony's speculation.

"This may be a prank of the evil god, deliberately shaping the pig into that terrible appearance, maybe in the distorted concept of the evil god, the pig should grow like that, after all, we humans can't understand the idea of the evil god, which explains why Akron is full of all kinds of absurd and bizarre monsters, some of which come from people's fantasies, the evil gods use people's fantasies as materials to create plausible monsters compared to the blueprints, and some people's fantasies are based on themselves, eager to make changes on their own, If people can't curb this impulse, they will be polluted by the evil that pervades the city and gradually become irrational fanatics. ”

Anthony pondered for a few seconds before continuing: "This is only the initial madness, and with the further loss of reason, the fanaticism's fantasies become more and more illogical, and the form that evolves is not under its own control, but is dominated by the inexplicable mind of the evil god, and it is difficult to say what form it will eventually evolve into. ”

"Since Akron's nightmare has such magic, many problems can be explained reasonably."

Roland used his sword as a pen to write two lines of words on the ground, drawing a vertical line in the middle and dividing it into two columns. The left column is "The Wishes of the Inhabitants of Akron", and the right column is "The Wishes Distorted by the Evil God".

"When people are drawn into Akron, go through the initial confusion and panic, and realize that it is not easy to survive in this city full of madmen and dangers, they will have all kinds of fantasies based on the desire to survive, and Anthony just mentioned that hungry people will fantasize about food like pork cutlets, which is a common psychology, and people have other similar desires, such as wanting to be stronger or more agile, or even to become winged birds, in order to escape the pursuit of the fanatics."