87_87643 The mage leaned back as if he had been punched, and the back of his head was "banged" on the inner wall of the hood.

"Sister Moriel!" Kyro was taken aback by the sudden turn of events. Leaving aside the personal friendship between her and Moriel, it is hard to say if Forty-Seven, who was wantonly killing and destroying Miè, knew that his protector had somehow knocked himself unconscious in Kairo's shelter - judging by the huge shadows and sudden roar of fire that came through the very low transparency of the ice shell, it was very likely.

Moriel did feel a little dizzy, and his ears were buzzing, probably mainly because of the disconnection between his spirit and his body. The female mage stroked her head with one hand and the cold ice behind her with the other, and the cool cold air penetrated into her body from the palm of her hand, gradually washing away the confusion and absurdity brought to her by the long dream.

This dream has been done for a long time. The scenery inside the semi-circular ice cover is gray and gloomy, and all kinds of bizarre images are circling in front of you, and you can't see anything clearly. The nasal mucosa came into contact with the pungent smell of gunsmoke, and he couldn't help but sneeze, almost making Morriel feel in a trance that he was still at the scene of the siege of the Lich Fortress of Cell. Kairo's eager call woke her up from her confused vision, and she shook her head with an effort to realize that the smoke that was still slightly hot had drifted in through a crack in the ice wall.

"I didn't ...... It's okay. Morriel took two quick breaths of the still burnt air, although he didn't need to breathe in the astral realm: "I seem to have had a long dream...... What's going on?"

A smile bloomed on Kyro's little face, "You're awake, Sister Moriel! ...... just now"

It started to be noisy inside, but somehow it was quiet outside. It didn't take long for a few dull taps to cause snow crystals to fall from the ice cover, which also interrupted the idea of continuing the in-depth exchange between the two about their respective encounters. Kairo cautiously glanced out through the gap, and then lifted the ice barrier. Petal-like ice shields opened one after another, and the broken but still beautiful floated around her, slowly spinning.

The hordes of Shadow Monsters that attacked wildly in the roar of steel were gone. They vanished as quietly as they came, as if they had receded into darkness in the morning sun, and not a single creature, not a single limb, not a single piece of flesh and bone, not a drop of blood remained—only a sore sight. Of course. Aside from the scratches on the ground and rocks, most of the debris, scorched earth, and burning craters were made by Forty-Seven.

His fiery eyes scanned left and right to see if there was anything left to kill. He then turned to Morrill and Kairo, spewing black smoke and flames all the way through, all sorts of strange and unexplained steel machines riveting him like exposed entrails, and abyssal blood-red electric flames flickering between the metal line pipes, seemingly transforming him from a highly anthropomorphic futuristic warrior to a cylinder-piston-driven internal combustion engine monster.

Morrill looked up at him as if admiring a terrible iron wall—the man's shoulders were now as wide as he was tall.

"Say so. You have also been attacked?" the female mage smelled the smell of fireworks coming from Forty-Seven's body, her mind cleared up a lot, and her mind gradually settled down.

"A local conflict. The Iron Samurai's arm was spinning and deformed, the residual heat of the particle flamethrower was still burning in the muzzle, and the burning pure gold barrel was as red as coals in the furnace: "Why do you ask this?

Morrill struggled to think about it. Only fragments of her dreams remain, most of them related to combat and murder, including Isabella's beautiful face, deformed by horror, and the pale flames that burst from the lich's dark eye sockets......

"I'm at war with my own hallucinations. The female mage was a little lucky. If she finally chooses to defeat Victor and take his seat in her dream, sitting on the cold supreme throne of the red-robed mage, then after this qiē. Will she just sink into a dream forever because she has no more goals worth pursuing? The previously summoned decryptor reminded her to stay true to her heart, and it didn't seem aimless now, but it apparently deliberately ignored a lot. Let's settle accounts with it later. As for the goal...... Not to mention, Forty-Seven's theories sometimes seem to be quite practical.

Thinking of this, Moriel's lips couldn't help but make a beautiful arc.

"Hey!" Forty-Seven put his hand in front of her again and shook it twice. Morrill came to his senses, though he knew he wouldn't hurt himself. I couldn't help but take a step back - watching an iron claw bigger than the fire giant's hand dangling over his head would make anyone nervous.

"Enough, I'm fine. The female mage quickly returned to her normal senses: "Let's get out of here." ”

"Good idea. I'm not really that interested in guerrilla warfare...... "although forty-seven began to deform at the same time as he habitually talked nonsense. But this time, the surrounding landscape changed faster than he did.

The gray-black rock quickly changes shape and is reshaped like plasticine. The ground rises or sinks, and the smooth bricks cut out of thin air, building one towering stone wall after another, and extending upwards with high-arched domes to form a labyrinth of dark corridors.

"What is this?" Dragon Forty-Seven raised his head larger than a horse, his steel wings spread upward, almost grazing the ceiling, and the intense static electricity buzzed and burst between his scales and horns, causing Kairo's blonde hair to flutter.

Morrill also looked at this qiē in surprise. From the moment I came to this island, everything was weird and unreasonable. Absurd dreams, bizarre attacks, and now a magnificent and mysterious palace again?!

As if someone gave an order, the pilasters lit up one after another. That's not the light formed by the natural flame, too

Magic in general. The green glow was cold, and the small circles > were not attached to the walls, but quietly suspended in the void a few inches away from the abstract mural...... After a while, murals were carved into the stones!

There is an eerie halo around the point of light. Oddly enough. Even though they were blocked by stone walls and corners, she could still clearly see them flickering in the stars, stretching into the dark distance, like countless nodes in a large net, and like the eyes of thousands of ghosts waiting quietly.

Morriel suddenly felt excruciating pain. It's like a hundred rats burrowing deep into their skulls and scratching and biting at the same time, screaming wildly chaotically. A tidal wave of memories flooded into my mind, and although it was chaotic, it was clear and vivid, and the mind was vivid. Emotions, every torrent of thought is as awe-inspiring and irresistible as a rock rolling down from a mountain peak, kings, heroes, praises, prayers, wars, mourning, sacrifices...... She got it. With excruciating pain, a realization arose, and the third question, which the decryptor had not answered, was now answered. This island is no ordinary rock that has fallen from the Material Realm by accident, even if almost all of the main material travelers and most of the dimensional creatures would think so. In fact, it was once a god - or, to put it more specifically, something that was left of a god who had vanished in the multiverse. Thoughts, beliefs, feelings, and energies make up the essence of a god. Whether, for some reason, he can no longer maintain these under a strong will, which is usually understood as "death", although this is not entirely true, the realm of the gods will wither and decay, and the gods themselves will be reduced in a long and painful sleep, sinking into the endless silver void of the astral plane, forgotten by the multiverse, and drifting here forever. And what the female mage has experienced before and now. It is all a psychic energy effect created by the divine power residing on the island of the divine corpse. It would not be correct to say that it is a fantasy dream, because God's mind is so deep and powerful that the landscapes created are truly real. Mortals simply can't tell.

Kairo noticed Moriel's abnormality and hurriedly stepped forward to help her, "What's wrong with you, Sister Moriel?"

Forty-Seven took a step forward, and the Adamantite Claws sank deep into the ground, treating the rocks like clay. A pair of huge iron wings hung down. A curtain obscured their figures. Kairo couldn't see anything, only the heat coming from his wings and the weak and rapid gasping of the female mage beside him.

"No......," Morrill whispered.

In the deep darkness, Morriel could only deduce what Forty-Seven was doing by hearing. After a moment of silence. She heard a stormy inhale—a raging current of air swept under her like a wave, and the air around her seemed to be drained in an instant, all converging into his monstrous bloody mouth.

The sound of the stone cracking and boiling was heard. Intense bursts of light and heat erupted, even dispelling the darkness within, even through the steel wings. However, this did not help Morriel to observe the situation outside, because she couldn't even open her eyes because of the boiling heat, and if it weren't for hiding in the barrier of the dragon's wings, I am afraid that she and Kairo would have been roasted by now.

Forty-seven's spitting didn't last long. But when he opened his wings again, both women were startled by what they saw. What unfolded in front of them was a vast area of terrifying and terrifying destruction, even a miracle. The walls that had been bathed in dragon's breath had been incinerated to ashes, the hard rocky ground had melted in the heat, and the fiery red magma mixed with the carbon-black stone slag from the falling ceiling to form a semi-solid hot river, and the burning columns slowly sank on the surface of the river, like a piece of bread soaked in water.

The faint green spots of light in the area of the breath wave were gone, but the sky was not visible from the ruins. In the distance, the remaining pillars still grew in an eerie appearance—concave and twisted, covered in shadows, and stretched upwards into a dark firmament that even the glow of lava could reach.

"No, stop......" Morriel clenched his fist and slammed Forty-Seven's steel foreleg twice, stopping him from charging up for his next spit, "It's useless." We are trapped in the body of a dead deity, and any violent act of destruction will only alarm more of the dormant gods and cause more trouble. ”

"Come on, girls. The dragon lowered his body and let Morriel and Kyro climb up, "Humans or gods, I have no interest in playing hide and seek in the belly of a dead corpse." ”

Forty-Seven swept past the scorched earth of his own making—behind him, black-red magma flowed, engulfing the shadows of the building like blood pouring from a wound.

"Looks like this corpse is in its worst period of activity. "Once you have a general idea of the current state of the land. The female mage can use spells such as "Legends of Knowledge" to get more information: "I can't believe that the dreams formed by its memories are so real and huge...... A being with such extraordinary power would also be reduced to an empty shell of the astral realm?"

"I felt like a rat crawling around in the ventilation pipe. Forty-Seven suddenly changed direction as he climbed, flying into another deep tunnel that twisted and turned: "How long have we walked?

"Can you be a little patient?" As he entered the passage, the dragon's wings flapped, and the whirling and turbulent air currents whined through the craggy rocks, making a whining sound, like a thousand ghosts crying, so that Moriel had to raise his voice: "The god who has died will not do anything targeted! As long as we are no longer blinded by its dreams, it is only a matter of time before we leave the labyrinth it has created!"

"Hmph, what a labyrinth. Forty-Seven snorted angrily, "I remember you once threw me into a hellish bird place!"

He suddenly rolled and glided, causing a meteor shot from the corner to explode on the side. The fierce flames burst like a waterfall falling to the bottom of the abyss, spreading beyond his wingspan, and in an instant the large tunnel was almost like a burning oven.

"This greeting is a stupid way. Forty-seven folded back, the huge wings lightly dispersed the flames: "Come and not be rude...... Huh?"

The Shadows Attacker seemed to have something appealing to him. The dragon swooped down, rows of spiky wings sweeping across the walls of the cave, slicing through the rocks with effortlessness, snapping stalagmites crackling and smashing down. In the dust, a wolf bèi unbearable figure crawled out of the ground, dodging the falling rubble like rain.

"Devil, devil, don't try to come near me!" he cursed and stepped back, accidentally tripped over a rock and fell on his ass, but he was still gesturing as he tried to recast a new spell: "You are not my opponent!"

Morriel recognized the man's intentions and unhurriedly recited the corresponding counter-incantation.

"Damn! Damn! Why does the goddess of magic allow the cunning devil to use spells?" he reached into his arms again, "Good thing I'm prepared for this......"

"That's enough! You'd better be sober!" Forty-Seven lowered his head and spewed a cloud of hot air from his nostrils, so hot that he gave up looking for props to fight back, covering his face and yelling, "If I lose my patience." You'll be begging for a devil to take you away!

Morriel now recognizes this guy too. He's also a member of the Guise Order's adventuring party - and a good mage.

But now he looked like he was mad, shaking and incoherent.

"Devil, devil—" The mage had no intention of communicating with them. Reaching out and grabbing a handful of dust on the ground, he began to chant incantations nervously again, as if he didn't realize that Forty-Seven could tear him into pieces with a single slap in this situation, and he didn't see that Forty-Seven was ready to do so.

"Wait!" Morriel fired a magic missile to interrupt him again, "Don't let him move!"

The terrifying black claws cover the mage. Forty-Seven grabbed him with the rocks and dirt, and wrapped him in a fragile mass of flesh - still intact for the time being. The mage screamed. And cough incessantly.

Morrill began by reciting a mantra. When she spoke again, a piercing power in her voice crept into the mage's ears, calming him down a little, "Why are you here?" What about the others?"

"Others, I don't know!" The mage's reply, despite the effects of the magic, was still flustered and neurotic, "I don't know where they went! I don't know where I am!"

"Quiet. Morriel strengthened the power of the spell, and she felt that the mage was conveying a chaotic and chaotic mind, almost like a madman, and had to be filtered to find something useful: "And what about the Gis soldiers, when did you get separated from them?"

"Gies, Gies!" the mage shouted, his tone tinged with obvious hatred, and if he hadn't been suppressed by Forty-Seven's iron claws, he would have danced with his hands: "They are liars!

"Shields?" Morrill asked, "What shields?"

"It's a shield!!" the mage howled, foaming, "There are enemies on the island that they can't deal with, so let's get their attention! Then they can do their thing! Let's die!"

"Who are the enemies? Have you seen them?" Morriel was about to dig deeper, but the mage stopped cooperating with her, and even the spell of detecting thoughts was useless.

"Enemy, enemy!" the mage's eyes straightened, as if he had fallen into a nightmare that he would never wake up from: "Devil, devil, you can't help me, I'm the great magician Briant—"

His head popped open.

The force of the explosion was very great, like a stone that had been subjected to the "Stone Explosion Technique", and the broken bones and pieces of flesh were mixed in a red and white slurry and sprayed everywhere, even Forty-Seven had a lot on his body. A complete eyeball actually jumped high, as if it was still staring at Morriel for a few moments, and then fell to the blood-filled, filthy ground, and let out a slight "flutter" sound.

Kyro exclaimed in fright and quickly turned his head away.

"I didn't do it, you see, he's still healthy. Forty-seven lifted the mage's headless body with his claws to show his innocence, and streams of blood were still squeezing out of the broken carotid artery, and a piece of cervical vertebrae hung with pieces of flesh hanging down.

"Okay, don't be disgusting. Morriel frowned and looked away: "If what I see in this mage's mind is true, I'm afraid we're in trouble......"

"I'm afraid not. Forty-seven casually threw away the mage's remnants, stretched out his head to look into the depths of the tunnel, his eyes burning: "It doesn't matter, you said that trouble and trouble are always attracted to each other. ”。