87_87643 is rapidly approaching Forty-Seven.

He slammed solidly into the dead gray rough rock, without any cushioning or protection. Rubble flew and cracks erupted everywhere - like a shot put hitting the ice.

Since God taught humans to fly, he should give them wings. Forty-seven crawled out of the pit he had made, patted the dust off his body, and looked up at Moriel and Cairo, who were slowly descending from the sky like feathers.

"Hey, what are you looking at!," said Cairo, pouting.

"I'm not Lyon!" snapped Forty-Seven.

"You ...... guy"

"Alright, Kylo. Odd...... What kind of place is this?" Morrill decisively nipfled in the bud this boring quarrel that was about to unfold: "There is a land of this magnitude in the astral plane?"

What unfolded before them was a gray plain shrouded in a vast mist of stardust - and a monstrous mountain peak that was steep and crouched like a monster in front of them.

A sudden, dazzling flash of light illuminated their faces. The three of them looked up in unison, just in time to see a violently swirling vortex of energy burst out above their heads, dissipating and shooting out a large number of lightning-like fragments of light in all directions.

After the lightning, the sky turned a leaden gray similar to that of the earth, so much so that one wondered if they had inadvertently opened another portal - only the glimmer of light leaking from the intersection of heaven and earth in the distance told them that this was still the astral plane.

"I don't feel anyone else's snaming, and I can't see anything of value with my eagle eye. The female mage stared thoughtfully at the mountain in front of her: "Kairo...... You saw this mountain just now when we were flying?"

"Yes!" replied Kylo, confused, "It's so big!"

Forty-Seven suddenly turned his head to look at his right. His eyes were blazing, and he seemed to smell some ominous smell from the cold wind blowing through the wasteland—but Morriel felt nothing.

"What's wrong?" the female mage casts her "True Gaze" to decipher the illusion that may exist, but there is nothing unexpected in the vision filtered through the magic web, looking at stones or stones, mountains and mountains.

Forty-seven glanced for a moment, then scratched his head, his fingers rattling across the back of the metal pipeline: "No, it's nothing...... Let's go and have a look in the mountains. ”

"Climbing, my shoes don't fit!" said Kylo, looking down at his feet under his skirt. When she looked at the gray mountain peak again, there was a trace of hesitation in her voice for no reason, probably even she didn't realize it: "Besides, what's so fun about climbing mountains." I don't like that mountain either...... Quirky and quirky. ”

"Little kid thoughts. Forty-Seven scoffed at Kyro's concerns: "Fifty years later, when you look back on this day, won't you regret it?"

"Wait. Seeing Forty-Seven about to walk, Morriel hesitated. She had little interest in the expedition that the Gis had imposed on them, but the mysteries of the place attracted her as a mage.

On the one hand, the astral realm magnifies her spirit and perception almost infinitely, allowing the mind to truly detach and control the physical body as it pleases, but on the other hand, it also greatly limits the scope of the use of magical abilities. In particular, the prophecy spells that female mages are good at are even more difficult to play.

It's hard to understand, but this is the astral realm, where consciousness is infinitely possible, and intuition rules reality.

Morriel thought back to the spells he had prepared, picking one that should help her at this point: "At least find a way to find out about the situation - I don't like to walk around with my eyes in the dark." ”

The mage took a few steps to the side, leaving Forty-Seven and Kairo a little away. She used her toes to draw a twisted magical symbol on the ground in front of her, looking like several entangled snakes. The power moved with her movements, etching into the jagged rock. Occasionally, a few sparks burst out.

Morriel then began to whisper incantations. She used a subdued and continuous tone, ensuring that before the mana inspired by the previous word faded, there must be a new energy from behind, connected into a long chain of interlocking chains. Penetrate the astral plane, cross many planes, and reach into hidden and distant realms. The incantation was so long and arduous that it made one drowsy to listen to it, and it was hard for Forty-Seven to imagine how such a large tongue-knotted thing could be memorized without the help of a memory chip.

An ancient name, long lost in most of the physical world, came out of Morriel's lips. There are other options, of course. But the mage felt that the rest were either not enough to provide the answers she needed, or too powerful and cunning to have an open and reciprocal conversation.

The name immediately spread along the channel where the spell was built. touched a certain being in the depths of the multiverse. It doesn't like this kind of unreasonable offense, but it usually ignores it and doesn't bother to punish the guy on the other end of the spectrum, because the mundane race of the material world is no different from an ant under the feet of a human - but not this time. The call was faint but resolute, and the caster's psychic web had captured a portion of its substance. Of course, it can choose to break free, or even fight back, but considering that if it does so, it will lead to unnecessary loss of strength, and it is likely to be the result of a confrontation with a high-level mage...... Ants are not worth mentioning, but they must be watched out for deadly poisonous insects.

The spell takes effect. The circle on the ground brightened, and a burst of leaping fireworks swooped upwards in front of Moriel. The smoke that remained after the sparks burst lingered, slowly condensing into a blurry face with indistinct facial features.

"Three questions. The human face suspended in the air spoke quickly, his voice tired and cold.

"Whew, are you the god of lights?" Forty-Seven looked at the face with some surprise, he really didn't expect Morriel to come up with a query system, albeit a trial version.

"It's not. Two questions. The face didn't even look at him, since the mage who summoned it was in the company of the fool. You should be prepared for this.

"Hey, can't that be counted, is he's talking nonsense!" said Kyro, who was waiting for Morrill to click on the next step.

"Count. One question. The smoke that had gathered into the face shook for a moment, presumably a sneer-like expression on the human face.

So the female mage, who had just cast a spell and had not yet completely retracted her mind from the exploration of the distant world, seemed to be the last one left

Here's your chance.

Morrill was about to speak, but suddenly took a sharp step back, quickly covering his face with his hand.

It wasn't said whether it was blown away by a roar or burned by flames, but anyway, Forty-Seven raised his hand and let it disappear with a single shot. His face was expressionless, and he didn't care that other people's ears were buzzing: "Call it out again." ”

Morriel coughed and waved his hand to try to dispel the pungent smell of gunpowder around him, "Hey, you're really. It won't leave until the spell is over. You can't really do anything about it either, unless...... Don't do it again. ”

"Despicable reptiles!" exasperated voices came from beneath their feet. The face had been reshaped in the circle by the rugged rocks, larger and much clearer, and the dark gray rocks had been activated by the power of the darkness from beyond, looking like a rather crappy sculpture.

"You're the one who makes the request, and I'm generous enough to respond to you, deigning to answer your doubts, all following the great laws of exchange of the multiverse!" the face lifted a little to look at Moriel. The two deep holes that were eyes shone with a light that did not belong to the astral plane: "Do you think that with your little strength, I will have to endure it? If you don't understand the operation of the law, study it again, and don't try to challenge it with ignorance!"

Forty-seven grabbed the armor of his right forearm with his left hand, pulled it toward his elbow for some distance, and then returned to its position with a click. During this time, the middle and ground parts of the arm found their new place in motion, and two swarthy muzzles peeked out from the basal bones of the fist: "Unfortunately, I believe in guns more than in laws. Because they are not misinterpreted, nor are they silent when needed. ”

The face squinted at Forty-Seven. Somehow, its gaze lingered on the terrifying animated metal armor for a long time—the look of contempt faded away. In the end, the face ignored his offensive words, and just said lightly, "Be careful, boy. Don't step on me. ”

He turned to Morriel again.

"Relative to humans. You are very powerful, prophetic mage. Then he added, "But beware, since you have chosen to call me here." Instead of going to my realm to get in touch...... Then hurry up. Ask, three questions. ”

The female mage couldn't help but smile. Forty-Seven's threat to it worked, or it realized that Forty-Seven would not hesitate to do what it said, no matter who it was or what it was.

"Please forgive my offense. But we need your guidance now, immortal decipher. My friend and I were about to embark on an expedition here. Is there a danger to our lives on this astral island?" she asked.

"Stupid question. The face judged mercilessly: "Even outings are dangerous, silly girl." However, if you are looking for the best possible after taking into account all the factors currently known. Then I can tell you that the biggest danger factor in this place right now is your Iron Samurai. ”

Its response was a bit wordy, not the usual reaction of a being disturbed by this type of spell. But Moriel's instincts told her that the other party was not lying. That's all that matters, and since it denies the worst-case scenario, the next question can be changed.

"Thank you. Is there anything that needs special attention on the rest of the journey?" may be rejected because it seeks too much information and is likely to be beyond the scope of a sentence or two. But it didn't matter, if that was the case, she would know the other party's tolerance limit, and she wouldn't waste a chance to ask a question as long as she spoke appropriately.

"The astral plane is the land of the mind, so of course pay special attention to your heart. Unexpectedly, the questionee answered the question: "Stick to your heart, prophetic mage...... There is nothing outside the heart. ”

Morriel cursed to himself. She made a mistake in judgment, and her ambiguous answers hardly helped in any substance. There is no point in continuing to ask, the other party can use such a sentence to perfunctory again, and she can only ask again.

She looked to her side. She hadn't gotten an answer from Forty-Seven about what she was supposed to do, and he was stroking the barrel of his gun—he never provided an answer, and he never needed an answer. But Kairo, who looked down at the stone face, gave the female mage a hint.

"What is this place? I mean, the island under our feet isn't just a little bit bigger. What is the essence of its existence?"

The face was silent for a moment. The light in its eyes jumped violently, as if it wanted to burst out of its sockets and turn back to take a closer look at the substance that made it up.

"I can't answer you. Again, it gave an answer that Morriel didn't expect: "Of course, I can deceive you too...... It's very simple, but for the sake of my noble qualities, I don't want to do it. You know, human mage, sometimes the answer is only on your own, and only then can the answer be the answer you need. Everything is not predestined, so prophecy is never as reliable as fireball, and you should understand that. ”

"Well, this boring deal is over. Finally, the face said unquestionably, "Now go about your business, and don't always bother me." ”

A blinding flash of light lit up along the outline of the circle—the circle collapsed, and even the face of the man with the stone shattered into a pile of tiny gravel. The decryptor is gone.

"The bastard's answer is as empty and unnutritious as the senator's promise. Forty-seven commented contemptuously, and crushed the pile of broken pieces with the heel of his shoe: "I'll build yì next time you'd better be able to call it out, people are called omniscient and omniscient." ”

"Listen?" Kyro repeated in confusion, "What's that?"

Morrill was still pondering the last unanswered question. Why did the decryptor refuse to answer? Does he not even know? It seems unlikely...... Could there be any mystery in it?

The four ** felt that it was too much trouble to explain to Kairo what a magical creature it was, so he pretended not to hear and turned his head to look at the female mage, waiting for her decision.

"Let's go, let's go to the mountains and have a look. This time, Morriel found a sense of reassurance in the iron-gray face of the samurai—as the decryptor said, to do it, and never accept an answer that was not to his liking