Agnes seemed to see many people for a moment, but there was really only one person in front of her.
The putrid smell of unknown origin quietly surrounded the surroundings, as if a corpse buried in the ground had been dug out, and it seemed that it was just a simple hallucination born from the bottom of the heart.
Agnes glanced at the shadow behind the woman whose face was no longer human, and saw countless dark spots. If she looked closely, it looked like a sea of gray-black silt with weeping heads bobbing and sinking, gradually pouring into the woman's body.
She had seen such a scene, more than once, in the city of Feneport, in Bodivia, and at sea, only on a much larger scale.
"He said that there are gods existing in the heart. I believe this," the woman's words were still completely calm. "This hypothesis existed during the United Empire, or perhaps earlier during the Solomon First Empire."
"So," Agnes said softly and her words were short, "This is an experiment?"
"No, this is a desperate attempt." The corners of the woman's mouth were originally curved, making the entire distorted and blurry face look sarcastic.
"The Night King failed, but the Trunsoests who came here were not reconciled." The woman's distorted and blurred face regained calmness, but it seemed to be completely angry again, "The only thing that can never be done is The touched god is in no way merciful but generous enough to allow them to attempt to gain a portion of the god's power through less than pleasant means."
"A god that cannot be touched?" Agnes said with a little sarcasm in her tone, "Are there gods that can be touched by mortals?"
Agnes clearly felt that after her words fell, all the changes in the woman were suspended for a moment, and then more changes seemed to be blocked by the dam for only a moment, and almost drowned everything instantly.
"You are right," the woman's voice quickly turned into a complete illusion, "so we must fail, so we must disappear, so we can only become a part of you."
Agnes saw gray-black mist rising from everything she saw, just like what she had seen before in front of the church, but more dense than then, making everything around her seem to be drowning. A sea of gray and black silt.
The tower, the flames, everything blurred and disappeared. Everything in front of her seemed to be rushing towards Agnes, bringing out a feeling that seemed to come only from what she saw, but also seemed to come from something deeper. The suffocating feeling of something.
But Angeni didn't care about this at all. Her eyes were completely fixed on the woman dissolving little by little in the gray-black mud ocean in front of her, and she didn't want to miss any details.
She saw countless brilliance escaping from the woman's body, and then being annihilated little by little in the gray-black ocean.
In the fading light, Agnes saw a girl in a shabby dress talking cheerfully to the opposite side. In the background was the sun-drenched monastery, but there was no one on the opposite side.
In another point of brilliance that had just escaped, a brightly dressed woman looked expressionlessly at her blood-stained hands in an empty room, with a trace of scarlet overflowing from the water.
In the new brilliance, the woman with exquisite makeup looked at the burning and empty tower from a distance, her eyes were complicated and difficult to understand, and her eyes reflected the countless people under the tower who were caught up in inexplicable fanaticism.
There were more, more light spots as fine as dust - Agnes saw people in ragged clothes huddled in the snow who had completely lost their strength, people in bright clothes spurted bright red blood under the guards' blades, and ...Countless people from all angles, accompanied by the drum beats of singing, or the beats falling into a frenzy, gradually diminished to the most complete dryness in an indistinguishable length of time.
"Mr. Aliadney's singing voice has an 'extraordinary' appeal." Agnes said calmly.
"No one can doubt that." The answer seemed to come from everyone, from everywhere.
Then, everything dimmed, leaving only a dull gray-black, damp and dark, like a pond filled with silt.
Agnes saw the rotten seeds gathering together, taking root and sprouting under the inexplicable influence. The vines were mottled and rotten, intertwined with each other, and looked like they were one body. She could even Hear them trembling together.
The fine humming is like the whisper of the breeze passing through the forest, it seems to be resounding from the soul, and when you listen carefully, it is like the most beautiful song.
And in the deeper places, maybe at the roots, or maybe just at the branches, the mottled colors that are still beating look like the fluttering wings of moths, flickering like ripples in the gray and black.
Those rippled and rotten branches seemed to be looking for something, but they were aimless.
Agnes was dumbfounded and looked down at her hands. The colors in her hands were completely different from those in the past, until they revealed a completely different appearance than what she had seen before.
It was something like a swollen gourd with various mottled colors.
"A forcibly gathered desire."
"Clumsy means brought together these desires that shouldn't be in one place, but in the final season, they will return to everything they originally expected."
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The flickering flying crows left black marks on the loose skin, and the mysterious bullets hit the originally strong and now shriveled limbs, leaving only a sunken burn mark.
Okfa held a broken piece of silver in his hand tightly. The blood flowed out from the cut in his palm and flowed on the silver piece. He wiped the blood flowing from the silver piece on his eyelids, reflecting the deep color, all over his body. There is a gloominess that is completely opposite to itself.
"Tsk," Anderson smacked his lips. The bullets passing in front of him made the withered-skinned man's attack movements slightly delayed. He dodged the attack directed at him. "I didn't expect that after losing his mind, Mr. Spasnerecki would Hate me so much."
Edwina didn't speak, she just focused on the movements in her hands.
"Obviously, in order to prevent him from going to Miss Boethia, you took the initiative to exude feelings that made him hate..." Okfa said helplessly, "The extraordinary power in his body is silent, and he cannot actively use the extraordinary power. Ability, but even if Mr. Spasnerecki... excludes extraordinary abilities, it is dangerous enough for us..."
"So have you found the weakness?" Anderson asked.
"...Heart." Okfa was silent for a moment and said decisively.
"I thought it was a brain," Anderson hid back, but a blazing flame spear condensed in his hand, "I didn't expect it to be the same as a human being."
"Although Mr. Spasnerecki is now close to the undead, he can even use 'scalpel fragments' to find weaknesses," Okfa quickly wiped off the blood on the silver piece with his sleeve, and then wiped it with a linen cloth Wrapped up, "But it is estimated that he was only transformed for a moment. In essence, he is still a person who has not completely died."
"Tsk." Anderson smacked his lips with unknown meaning, but the movements of his hands did not pause.
Blazing white flames ignited on the surface of his body, and his whole body almost turned into a complete flame, shooting towards the opponent like lightning.
