87_87643 is a world where the laws of physics are deranged, and space is distorted and turned upside down. There is no or no zài's usual concept of upper and lower, except for countless gray and heavy stones piled up and inlaid together like building blocks, forming a complex structure with twists and turns. Closed or open, the corridors extend in all directions, transforming, intersecting, and seem to pass through all the realms, endlessly probing into the eternal barren void.

And these cold stones are not fixed. They move quietly and reorganize, always changing in the inadvertent neglect of the observer or in places beyond the reach of energy, not as transient and confusing as a spinning kaleidoscope, but with the power of the silence of the passage of time to make people stunned: how did the world become like this in the blink of an eye?

Countless portals rise between the impossible labyrinths - all facing them from each other, no matter how you look at them. They are all different: foggy, swirling, mirror-like reflections, just a bare frame with an unobstructed view, blazing like fire changing colors and shimmering ...... In stark contrast to the main body of the graystone labyrinth, the portals alternate for a moment, opening, closing, disappearing, and appearing, and the light they emit reflects shadows on the stone walls, jumping and merging and separating, as if forming a network of hidden unknowns, forever trapping the poor creatures who are lost.

A ball of lava-like fireball screamed through the space, through the labyrinth, into the massive chasm of swar, and flew away until it was oblivion. An even greater sea of fire ensued—tongues of fire raging, licking everything they touched. The flames even devoured and melted the portal, and after the spatial transfer, even the extreme distance lit up with a raging fire, and for a moment it seemed as if the whole world was really burning.

The enchanting figure of the swift dragon was like a dragonfly dotting water, and in a cloud of fire and smoke that was flying around, a few ups and downs came to the huge figure that made this qiē. She jumped onto the barrel of the cannon, and the flamethrower sprayed boiling ruin under the control of its owner.

"It's useless for you to do that. The Iron Woman is now an ordinary figure, like a Barbie doll compared to Forty-Seven: "This labyrinth is not a physical entity, and the boundaries have not yet been discovered, and we cannot destroy it." ”

With a wave of the forty-seven hands, the still fiery hot melt cannon retracted into the arm and transformed into a power-powered furnace that provided energy. Not even a minimum buffer program is required. He swept away the stone pillar next to it with a single punch, causing a considerable collapse. Forty-seven jumped to the side in the midst of a mass of burning rockfalls, and when he got his feet on the ground, he saw that the collapse was already a small hollow next to it—this spatial instability was not only enough to confuse anyone in it until he went mad, but even magic and instruments could not make an accurate judgment of the labyrinth.

The lady's punishment was just and unbiased. Treat everyone equally - if you want to get out, you can only try your luck. Luck, on the other hand, is a journey with an unknown end, no less painful than any torture.

Another volcanic eruption. Forty-seven was as if he hadn't heard it at all. The weapons on her body once again rained a large amount of ammunition in all directions, and many of them "naturally" affected the Iron Woman.

"Stop!" The Blade Wings unfurled in layers, and the Iron Woman had to transform into a six-winged archangel to resist, and only enough large earth dikes or ships could fight the flood: "We can't replenish here! And what's the point? Are we going to fight for a whole year?"

"Artillery provides a means of dignity. It can be used instead of vulgar swearing. Forty-seven's voice rumbled, like some kind of ancient and powerful machine roaring: "Do you think that the battle between us is a pointless thing now?"

Blue thunder flashed in the Iron Woman's eyes. It was the hostility she felt every time she felt the surging chaos from Forty-Seven, but she was trapped in a labyrinth where the Lady of Pain would slowly lose even her concept of time. They finally have a common goal. The fragile peace is barely maintained. She thinks she's calm enough to judge and eventually find a way out of the maze. But I am more worried about the state of forty-seven -- what is more unpredictable than a madman is a madman.

"I hate mazes because mazes are for rats. Forty-seven continued. "So don't expect me to be as stupid as you are. Kelly. If you want me to say that your subjective initiative is too low, do you have to wind it every day?"

"If you can have a normal state, I'm sure sooner or later we'll figure out a way out of the maze. Get rid of the impurities, you can do it. "For some reason, the Iron Woman has not objected to the title "Kelly", and it seems that she has acquiesced?

"Normal. Staying in such a place, you still believe that there is still the word 'normal' in the world. Forty-Seven wielded a huge mechanical arm, and various weapons changed according to his impermanent mind: "Unfortunately, fuel and numbers are two things I would never spit out." Stop nagging, silly girl, beware of me beating you up. It's up to you if you want to keep shopping, and I'll do it my way. ”

The jet engine started to start, and he flew in a random direction as he transformed: "The easiest way to get out of the maze is to break the glass pane on your head - blow up every portal, and it will be much easier!"

"You can't do that!" Kelly chased after him, "there are too many of them, and maybe a certain door is the way to leave!"

"Probably not. Maybe there's no way out of here at all!, at least I'm not bored!"

Forty-Seven stopped answering Kelly, and the smoking steel mouth spewed out deadly energy—waves of fire, plasma explosions, and pillars of incandescent light that pierced through a qiē.

The constructed dragon roared all the way away, and the spatial labyrinth seemed to be unbearable, and the damaged area became larger and larger. It's just that this is still just a drop in the ocean, and as the scale of destruction grows, the speed at which the labyrinth will be healed will slowly catch up - how long can he hold on?

Quite a long time. At least after a long and unbearable period of time that could make ordinary people feel uncomfortable, Forty-Seven still did not have the slightest hint of fatigue. And occasionally a starburst of lightning flashed in the sea of flames, and Kelly actually helped him clean up a few missed places. Although the symbolism is a bit greater. After striking a portal and causing three explosions at once, Forty-Seven spread his wings, the chaotic heat of the wind hovering and flying, ready to pick a new cruising route.

He suddenly rolled over and quickly turned into a human form and levitated. Behind her, the spear of light in Kelly's hand was dazzling, and it was obvious that it had reached a state of full power and ready to attack.

The two didn't fight again, because they both found out that there might be another guy they needed to deal with together.

Some very small, trivial sounds

Forty-seven auditory units. It seems to come from far away. In an instant, they magnified countless times, almost like an entire symphony orchestra performing on the eardrums. The sound was so fluctuating, oscillating between the low and the high-pitched. It took a while for the dìng to settle down and become an acceptable and distinguishable note.

"It's actually two ......," the strange voice snickered at the same time as the demons of the worlds: "Could it be that the supreme lady also misses the occasion?"

The mage, and the Count were having breakfast together.

The dinner table was full of ale wine, mushroom soup, milk) beast meat, and some kind of biological eggs, facing these. The Earl didn't have the appetite for Morriel yet. Today's hanging has been canceled, and it is estimated that the convict did not survive last night. So Ciric slipped away irresponsibly and returned the control of his body to the real O'Sullivan. But on the other hand, it was also a way of showing the prince's attitude - since he was able to save the count's soul from being ruined by his own divine powers. Then the means he used to suppress the Misty Goddess on Kairo would naturally be foolproof.

"Handsome and charming aristocratic gentleman, can you tell me what your plans are?" the succubus sat on the windowsill. A pair of slender legs is undoubtedly absolutely lethal to any man's will. However, she seems to have no intention of using her most powerful weapon on O'Sullivan. On the contrary, it is a bit of a taste of avoidance. The relationship between the few people in the house is quite delicate: the female mage gets along well with her former enemy, but the succubus, like Kailo, does not like the Count very much. Instead, it was closer to the cold-eyed Filgas, and there was always a cold chasm between the Iron Elf and the others, perhaps a little narrower on the succubus side that helped her, and Morriel could probably be regarded as across the sea. Coupled with the fact that his eyes were rolling around and he didn't know what the hell he was thinking, it made a rather interesting picture.

"Mortals, who pray to the gods for their own sake, cannot endure waiting without an answer, much less can expect a perfect outcome. O'Sullivan put down his knife and fork - the wine was too light, the soup was too salty, the bread was too hard, the roast was too charred, and as for the strangely colored omelette, he didn't touch it. "Gifts can come, but we must learn to be humble, to be obedient, and to go with nature. Only unwavering faith can dispel the gloom in front of us, and only then will the path of destiny emerge and point us to our true purpose. Miss Morriel, are you ready?"

"You weren't like that before, Lord Count. Morriel raised his eyebrows and looked at him with a smirk: "I remember that most of the nobles of the Argus Empire were atheists. The meals tasted good, thank you for the hospitality. If we didn't have dessert, I think we could go now. ”

"Under the shadow of the behemoth of the Supreme Council, how can there be room for faith? It's entirely up to you how you do it, I'm just an errand runner. O'Sullivan laughed at himself, "You can go back to your home world and wait, or you can stay in the Outlands or go to other outer planes." Our Iron Friend is sure to make a lot of noise once he escapes the Madame's labyrinth - and it will be very easy to find him. ”

"It's not that simple. The mage said. "Is it just that all I have to do is leave the Seal City and find a place to wait......?

A look of realization suddenly flashed across Moriel's face. Her brown eyes sparkled and the corners of her mouth curled. What she should have thought of was that the outer realm had strict laws of operation, and it was far more reliable than the main material realm. The plane exists in the form of "all things return to the ring", and at the same time follows the legal principle that "everything is three". Worlds are so different and chaotic that order holds them together like gravity, forming a neutral and stable universe, and Imprint City is the epitome of it. Just as in a perfect ideal state, a paladin wandering the outer realms will always tend to the culmination of goodness and order, the Seven Heavenly Mountains - this law is also the basis for the evolution of the multiverse from primordial chaos to the present day.

According to this theory, where is Forty-Seven most likely to go downstream? Will he go to the Unrestrained Wilderness and mingle with the Gaiding Celestial Clan? In fact, it is not difficult to come up with the answer.

"The bottomless abyss. Morrill spat out the word softly, and all eyes were on her.

"Exactly. Our lord believes that when Forty-Seven finds the exit to the labyrinth, the Seal City will turn him away, and it is the nature of the plane that affects him. The essence is like a waterfall pouring on a mountain cliff, and although it is impossible to determine the precise trajectory of the splashing water droplets, they must go down to the lowest point. ”

"Why the bottomless abyss, do you think he's evil?" asked the silent Filgas coldly.

"Not why. Things in the world are often like this, fate is predestined, one day is, a lifetime is ...... And we all know that evil is not a simple definition. O'Sullivan seemed a little stunned, and then changed his words: "But the bottomless abyss is too dangerous after all, and I don't know how long I need to wait." From my personal point of view, I am more inclined to return to the main physical realm, where the power is easier to exert and the situation will be better in our world. Isn't there a precedent for him to get it back?"

The mage stood up. "No, Your Excellency. The prince asked you to tell me about this matter, so that I don't want to affect my judgment too much, lest I regret and blame him in the future, right? Searching may lead to despair, but waiting only depletes the soul. ”

"You haven't changed at all. O'Sullivan smiled. "Persistent like a piece of steel - a real match for him. ”

There is no difficulty in finding a portal to the bottomless abyss in the lower levels, as long as there is a way. The entrance to the black hole in the basement is open, and from it wafts the smell of old mold and the smell of food. A disgusting storage room, where the body of a merchant or thief may be buried in the corner. But with the right key, it could be a treasure that you can't find in any way, or something inconspicuous that you carry with you, or something else that you don't expect, a deed, or even a thought, it opens up and becomes a tunnel to another world.

The succubus sniffled, as if it had smelled home.

"My lord has put a lot of thought into it. O'Sullivan said: "No stopping, no transfer, go straight to Broken Domain." It's probably the best place in the Abyss for non-demonic creatures to stay, and we can rest, recharge, and find out the news, and use it as a transit point to explore slowly. The two Tanali hosts will definitely give us a warm welcome, right?" "Of course...... Passion beats fire. The succubus said in a pun