Angry voices and cries came from above her head. Lani listened to the sounds outside with a mocking smile on her lips.
An unignorable smell of dampness permeated the room, and the stench of putrid smell from the corpse fragments spread along the six-pointed star painted with blackened putrid blood. The obscure prayers with unknown meanings were filthy and depraved, and the light blue flames flashed through the air, leaving behind an icy color.
"A little guy with sinful and corrupt blood flowing..." The voice whose gender was difficult to distinguish echoed in the dark basement, with a pungent ammonia-like smell mixed with a faint smell of sulfur, Makes one dizzy.
Lani subconsciously cast her eyes on the figure in the light blue flames, unable to look away.
"The darkness within Bayam has been strengthened..." The voice that could not tell the gender of its owner had a slightly unclear meaning, "Now this is really a chaotic place..."
"Why did you summon me?" asked a voice whose gender was difficult to distinguish.
A completely calm and almost eerie voice sounded, even with a bit of expectation.
"I hope to get your help to destroy this..."
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"You seem to know something about my existence?" Agnes looked curiously at the almost completely calm eyes of the blond woman with red eyes, which contained the violent excitement when she faced the twisted "trees" covered with dark liquid. Anger and hatred seemed to be just illusions she felt, but the light white flowers with speckled gray spots that bloomed and then quickly shrank into seed-like shapes proved that everything she had felt before was not an illusion.
"Legends about you have always existed..." The blonde-haired, red-eyed woman's eyes fluctuated slightly, then calmed down, "When I was still under the favor of the gods, the gods once described your existence to me. "
"The combination of joy and pain gives birth to sparks of joy, and the river flowing with desire waters the seeds of taboo, which take root and sprout in illusion." She recited some ancient prayers in Tutanese with an erratic meaning. , the specific language gives these sentences a strange rhythm.
"Unsatisfied expectations give birth to incomparable sweetness, and withered greed remains in the years until it is given new life in brighter times."
"You are what every extraordinary person who takes the path of 'prisoner' and 'criminal' longs for, but you are also what every extraordinary person who knows you is afraid of touching;" Her voice was calm and slow, as if in her own mind Thinking about his words, "Every living being can find what they desire from you, but the gods also say that you may not have those things..."
There was a little hesitation in her words, and her scarlet eyes were lowered, with a bit of confusion in her eyes.
"So what do I have?" Agnes asked in a low voice, listening to her story with interest.
"The gods say that you may actually be indestructible." The blond woman with red eyes, like an ordinary person, took a deep breath without any practical meaning, closed her scarlet eyes, and then said in a calm voice.
"Nothing can be taken away..." Agnes retracted her gaze and looked at the blond woman with red eyes, and the vague gray-black mist slowly spread.
She raised her head before the gray-black mist spread to the vicinity of the blond woman with red eyes. The gray-black mist disappeared at an extremely fast speed.
She looked at the blood-red dark flowers in her hand. The red building with flames in front of her looked as bright as before, even brighter than before, and it looked as if it was dyed with blood.
The roaring pirates and crying women took on a huge proportion in her vision. The disheveled men and women struggled to rush out of the fiery red color. The blood-like fire seemed to be a giant snake entwining them, but the warm color was With the meaning of death.
An almost imperceptible light blue was mixed around the bright red and dim yellow flames, and vague shadows were mixed in the flames, seemingly forming the appearance of a crying woman.
Agnes' eyes returned to the woman with blond hair and red eyes in front of her. A few wisps of gray-black mist entangled and turned into a black gemstone like tears, floating towards the woman with blond hair and red eyes.
"Maybe you need it," Agnes said softly as she watched the blond woman with red eyes stretch out her hand to carefully catch the black gem. "You should know how to use it to resist the erosion you are unwilling to accept."
"Thank you..." The blond woman with red eyes lowered her eyes, held the black gem in both hands, carefully saluted, and called with some hesitation: "...Ms."
"Your subordinates are looking forward to you solving Bayam's matter." Agnes said calmly.
Wisps of gray-black mist floated out. She turned around and took a step. The transparent and illusory feeling around her completely disappeared. Hot lights and shadows flashed around her. Screams of fear and angry roars filled her ears. A man behind her Wisps of gray-black mist slowly floated out from the dark-colored vortex, connecting behind the quickly sketched appearance of a woman with bone-white skin.
"Ten seconds?" Agnes felt the sudden increase in attraction and raised her eyebrows slightly, "more than enough."
Frost-white ice instantly covered the entire red building. Her figure disappeared from the fire scene and appeared in the basement filled with the stench of decay.
The figure stained with light blue flames and the woman covered in blood were covered in frost-white ice, and the smell of sulfur was mixed with the pungent smell of ammonia.
Agnes frowned and looked at the belly of the woman covered in blood, the fresh vitality intertwined with the woman's desperate breath.
"Forget it." Agnes sighed slightly and put her hand on the woman covered in blood. The gray-black mist escaped and wrapped around the woman's body. The dark vortex expanded rapidly, one by one. It was difficult to describe the form, and even things that were so transparent that they seemed not to exist. One after another, clear brilliance of different colors, containing endless knowledge, flashed quickly.
In the gradually shrinking deep dark vortex, the gray-black mist knocked on the head of the figure with dark and evil skin under the frost. The horns full of mysterious patterns suddenly shattered, and the illusory and sticky black liquid and frost fragments Mixed, gray-black mist wrapped around it, pulling it into a deep dark vortex.
In the cave with light gray stone walls, Agnes opened her eyes and looked at the woman covered in blood covered in frost.
"Using...power in the spiritual world doesn't seem to bring new madness, but using it forcefully in this world..." Agnes closed her eyes and carefully felt the increasingly confusing dark thoughts in her heart.
"It will probably last for a long time," Agnes shook her head and stood up. "If we do it again, new madness will definitely form."
She lowered her head again and looked at the body at her feet that was covered in black and blue, with a few black spots on the head wound. She leaned over and inserted her hand into the wound on the body's head, and took out a brass-colored bullet. .
