Agnes used the positioning of Mr. Chester's prayer to find some of her own power from the spiritual world to where he was.
As her spirit body entered the spiritual world, the jet-black flowers floating in the gray-black ocean that appeared with her quickly shrank under the gray-black stain, and then sank quickly. A series of somewhat illusory black threads were drawn in the gray-black ocean.
Agnes felt a clear sense of attraction that continued after she tapped her powers from the spirit world, and even intensified as time went on.
It was her body, Agnes knew it. After Nightingale brought her spirit body to the spiritual world, she asked Nightingale to go back and take her body away from Bayam. After all, what was happening and what was about to happen in Bayam was too disturbing. Too...dangerous.
For a body that does not have the ability to respond to emergencies on its own, it is really not a wise thing to continue to stay in Bayam.
Her eyes were cast almost unobstructed into the basement that was almost completely soaked in black and white colors. The baby-like doll with a discordant arm seemed to be aware of her gaze. The black hair and blue-black The skin appeared on the baby-like doll, and the black and white surrounding it disappeared almost instantly, and the roar mixed with chaos and crazy murmurs became a little bit sharper.
Agnes didn't want to listen to the other party's words. She was a little disgusted with the aura of complete indulgence and madness in the other party. She wrapped Mr. Chester in the basement with her own power, and then almost casually induced The power of the note he placed on his body.
Most of the body of the baby-like stuffed doll seems to be swelling in all directions, making it difficult to bend. However, the skin seems to be gradually becoming black and loose, with almost rigid wrinkles. Cracks appeared from its gradually bulging body. The divided skin looked like patches, while the color underneath was indescribably dim. Fistula-like holes appeared in various places along the cracks, and thick juice with a faint yellowish-brown liquid seeped out of it, looking as if it had become sweet and juicy. An unignorable hissing sound was brought out along with the juice along the fistula-like hole. Pure white crystals like salt condensed out around the hole and fell to the ground with a slight vibration.
Like a piece of rotten melon, this thought quietly appeared in Agnes's heart.
However, a part of the chaos is not something that cannot be solved as a whole. Agnes looked at the arm that was slowly returning to normal. The cracks and holes were slowly closing, and the skin was green and saggy. It gradually became dark, and the other party had already felt what was happening here.
She felt exactly the same force as the apparently uncoordinated arm in the basement, under the influence of the spirit world, as if she was nearby and yet far away.
A clear brilliance shone around, and Agnes saw a huge tree that had been doused with oil. Dozens of hundreds of spreading branches protruded one after another strange things, and the tops formed the shape of arms. On the "trunk", one after another bloodshot black and white eyes rolled everywhere, and the viscous black liquid slowly flowed and dripped.
He is here, but He has many hands.
Agnes subconsciously had this thought in her mind, and then the gray-black ocean rolled violently, raising extremely high sticky waves. The branches of the twisted "trees" that were raised were buried in it, sinking into black The mud was even saturated with gray-black mist, and it gradually became illusory as if it was being dissolved.
With golden hair and bright red eyes, she was wearing a black Gothic dress with countless mysterious symbols and evil vines wrapped around it. A rag doll as huge as a castle also appeared in the sight of Agnes under the bright light. .
The castle-sized giant rag doll quickly closed its eyes, took a step forward, and opened its closed mouth.
No sound was heard, but the twisted "trees" covered in pitch-black liquid seemed to have been washed away by the bursting flood. They swayed backwards and raised arms with strange objects protruding from them.
The twisted "trees" covered with dark liquid froze for a moment, and the ancient Hermetic words overlapped in a way beyond human imagination, forming a roar that pierced the spirit body.
The crimson moonlight emerged above the twisted "trees" covered with pitch-black liquid, penetrating the barrier between the real world and the spiritual world, forming a somewhat illusory circular red "curtain" on which a vague scene slowly emerged. .
He was praying to the "Bound God", Agnes subconsciously had this thought.
Gray-black mist steamed up violently, enveloping the giant rag doll the size of a castle. The dark red color quickly enveloped the twisted "trees" covered in the pitch-black liquid. The gray-black ocean rolled violently subconsciously, rushing towards the crimson moonlight and dark red color. Almost at the same time, the twisted "trees" covering the pitch-black liquid The "trees" disappeared from Agnes's sight, leaving only the clear brilliance and various things that were so transparent that they seemed not to exist, being covered by the waves and then dyed gray and black.
Ran?
Agnes couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. The churning ocean gradually calmed down, and the gray-black mist slowly settled.
The image of a person with bone-white skin, holding countless black silk threads, and wearing white clothes made of rough and wide ramie condensed, and the gray-black sea disappeared.
She turned her gaze to the giant rag doll with its bright red eyes closed in front of her, and slowly revealed a smile at the corner of her mouth.
"You are the leader of the temperance faction..." Agnes paused slightly, and then continued: "Reinette Tinichole..."
"Yes..." The giant rag doll quickly shrank when Agnes opened her mouth, and then turned into a black doll with smooth light golden hair, a gorgeous appearance, complex patterns but a dark color. The woman in the skirt said, "You..."
"You can open your eyes," Agnes said with a hint of smile in her voice, "I think you won't be contaminated when you see me now. At least the spiritual creatures can look directly at me."
Scarlet blood-like eyes slowly appeared, and the blond woman in front of her lifted up her skirt and performed a court salute.
"May you forgive me for my previous rudeness," she said in a voice with obvious humility. "The rich intoxication and dreaminess in your body make my greed continue to respond. Please forgive me for needing to close my eyes to resist all kinds of contradictions." The erosion of desire.”
