It was a transparent, crimson crystal, very similar to the magical core in the labyrinth ruins, and a spindle that stood vertically. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info is just much smaller, only about half a person tall.

However, when Elena burrowed into the chamber, she found that its back had changed shape, from a soft and smooth arc to a sharp right angle. If you look down from the top of the relic, it looks like a quarter corner of a circle that has been cut into equal parts by a cross.

Like the Mana Core, it hovers in mid-air without any support, and that alone is enough to prove that it is extraordinary.

Is this the thing that determines the fate of mankind?

Elena was skeptical, but also resentful of the gods.

According to Pasha, no one knows how it appeared in front of everyone, and the moment it appeared, it was firmly linked to the fate of mankind. If you lose it, everyone, whether witch or mortal, will die in an instant. In order to protect the legacy, countless people fought bloodily and died on the battlefield against the devil. But the gods never gave them any instructions, as if they were just silently appreciating it all until the final victor was born.

This trick is simply disgusting.

"Are you ready?" Zoe asked, "Don't let go of your spirits when carrying relics, and don't try to connect with the gods, remember what Pasha told us?"

"Rest assured, I remember. Elena nodded, "How about I count to three?"

The other party made a gesture of "Cheng".

"Three, two, one......" The two of them held the relics at the same time and slowly walked out. It can float in the air on its own, but it is not as light as a goose feather. When Elena touched it, she felt her arm sink for no reason, and even the body of the Divine Punishment Army felt extremely strained.

If it hadn't been for Pasha's advice, she would have thought that she had lost consciousness for hundreds of years and returned.

This "sense of effort" is spiritual.

The relics are trying to connect with them.

Elena shook her head, intending to throw distractions out of her mind, but suddenly it occurred to her that she could not let go of her spirits—that being the case, she had to think wildly.

What can you think of? Man...... Or is it food...... Or a soft bed?

"What you want is to feel. A voice crept into her head, "Comfortable, pleasant, painful, cold, scorching, and I can give you that." Relax your mind and look at me......

Look at what? No, no! Elena's eyes widened, who was talking? Could it be the relic itself?

She turned to look at Zoe, only to find that the other's eyes had lost their lustre, like a soulless shell.

Damn, what the hell is going on? Pasha didn't say anything like this would happen!

"Don't worry, she just followed her heart and blended into me. 」

Let her out!

"I can't do that, or you can come in and take her out......" Her voice gradually changed, from a hoarse voice at the beginning to a soft female voice, and Elena couldn't even tell if it was the relic talking to her or if she was talking to herself.

Take her out?

For a moment, Pasha's advice flashed through her mind.

"Don't connect with the gods. 」

But she can't watch Zoe dissipate, her completely soulless body can't last long, she has to pull Zoe back!

Just look at the relics?

Elena took a deep breath and stared straight at the crimson crystal.

The latter's silhouette twisted, and then a darkness enveloped her, and by the time her vision returned to normal, she found that the world around her had completely changed.

It was an indescribably empty hall, infinitely high and infinitely far away, with a dome of deep starry sky and a huge red moon, the magic of which was like boiling lava. Four giant paintings fell quietly, enclosing her in the center.

Whether it is the main hall, the red moon or the picture scroll, they all give people a sense of grandeur. Although Pasha had heard of such an incredible sight, it was the first time that Elena had seen it with her own eyes.

"Where are you, Zoe?" she shouted.

But no one answered her.

There was nothing in the hall except for the scrolls.

She forced herself to calm down and cast her gaze on the scroll.

However, after just one glance, Elena felt a cold sweat break out on her back - someone else was watching her in the painting!

One of them was a devil in fine armor, its pupils glowing a terrifying red, and it stood up from its throne and walked towards her.

In the other painting, there is a huge eyeball, and the chilling thing is that there is not only one pupil in the eyeball, but several pupils blooming at the same time, arranged in a triangular pattern, each of which resembles a large mouth that chooses to devour someone.

She couldn't help but take two steps back, cheering herself up in her heart, this is just a moving painting, there is nothing to be afraid of.

However, the thought lasted less than a breath.

I saw six or seven black tentacles suddenly stretch out from the two scrolls, rushing straight towards her—the tip of each tentacle has a small palm!

Before Elena could react, she was caught!

The tentacles dragged her back and forth, refusing to give in, as if they were treating her as a rare trophy, and Elena, suspended between the two paintings, felt like her body was about to be torn apart, and the unbearable pain made her scream.

Wait a minute...... Pain?

Only then did she realize that she had reverted to her appearance as a witch.

Unexpectedly, the last experience before dying was actually pulled in half, and Elena felt the sharp pain constantly hitting her mind, and her consciousness became blurred, so it was okay...... Finally, there is no need to punish the army as a god, and he died empty.

However, the scene in the third painting seems to be a little different.

She saw the body of the Divine Punisher she had chosen fall to the ground, and Zoe was dragging her towards the secret door......

What's the matter, isn't she integrated into the relics at all?

In an instant, the hall suddenly fell apart, the red moon, the scroll, and the tentacles all disappeared without a trace, and the long-lost pain was interrupted...... Elena blinked, only to notice that she was back in the library.

"It's ...... Dreams?"

"What are you dreaming of? you're so mad at me," Zoe said through gritted teeth, "What did Pasha tell you before? Don't connect with the gods!"

"But I see you've lost your mind......"

"I saw you swallowed up by relics!" she interrupted angrily, "It's all a fantasy of the gods! If I hadn't dragged you out of the room, I'm afraid you'd have been trapped in there forever." ”

Elena couldn't help but think of the devil and the giant eyes in the huge painting, as well as the tentacles that were shaped like substances...... They were all fantasies of the gods? She had a vague feeling that something was wrong - Pasha hadn't really touched the relic, and it was normal that she hadn't mentioned it, but she had felt it herself. It wasn't a fantasy at all, and it had nothing to do with the gods. The moment she notices the person in the painting, the person in the painting notices her too.

"What's next?" Betty interjected.

"Someone else come with me," Zoe gave Elena one last glance, "The Divine Prayer Room has been broken, and we need to move the relics into the Divine Stone Chest as soon as possible, or the pervasive beasts will come to us in the cave." ”