Griffith, Alandel, and Neferty ran out of the giant conch and ran toward the ground along the way they came. This path is hidden in the darkness, and the firelight can only illuminate a small part of the space. It is only thanks to Alandel's guiding spell that the way back can be found.
Not long after, an astonishing aura erupted from the direction of the giant snail, rushing in like an invisible tide. Griffith's whole body trembled, and he intuitively felt that he was being stared at by some astonishing existence.
This powerful aura came and went in a hurry, disappearing in the blink of an eye. However, his head, which was already dizzy, seemed to be exploding, filled with unbearable chaotic noises.
Neferti fell to her knees. Alandel could barely hold on. She took out some colorful petals from her small bag and handed them to the two of them.
"eat."
It could be seen that she was too uncomfortable to say anything, and her slender fingers were trembling violently. Without hesitation, Griffith immediately swallowed a petal and then fed it to Neferty.
The small petals have no smell, but after entering the mouth, the murmur seems to have faded away, and the dim and blurry vision has become slightly clearer.
"This is only a temporary improvement," Alandel's face was already pale and bloodless. "I felt the breath of the ancient god. He broke free from the shackles of flesh and blood and transformed into indescribable ideas. Under his gaze and murmurs, all All creatures will continue to lose their sanity until they are completely controlled by him."
"Then let's keep running!" Griffith summoned the blood puppet controlled by Minos as his clone to carry Neferti, while he held Alandel in his arms and fled towards the ground desperately.
As he ran, he used the small lantern at hand to illuminate the dark front. This road took a few hours to get here, and now it is endlessly long.
Finally, the three of them stopped to rest at a slightly spacious corner. Everyone was so tired and weak that they simply didn't want to talk.
Griffith panted and scanned the area vigilantly. At the edge of the dark shadow, he seemed to see something squirming and taking shape.
"I think I saw something," Griffith said to himself. "I'll have to take a closer look."
In the deserted cave, an illusory sound of tinkling-ding-dong-dong sounded faintly in the air, and a shadow seemed to float over. At first, it was illusory like mist, then gradually became thicker and more substantial, then gave birth to a swollen torso, disproportionately short legs and hooves, a jagged mouth and goat's horns, which was extremely chaotic and unreal.
"Shadow Monster!" Griffith had encountered this thing in the Whispering Forest, and was bitten at that time. He jumped up on the spot and took out a shot.
"Bang!"
The deafening gunshots caused echoes in the cave, and the strange black image was torn apart on the spot like broken glass. However, it soon regrouped not far away.
"Don't let it run away!" Alandel shouted hurriedly, "Once it appears, it will linger nearby, and the nightmare aura will make us crazy."
Griffith immediately chased after him, preparing to kill the monster completely to avoid future troubles. Suddenly, he saw that the shadows under the stones, dead vines, and mushrooms in front of him came alive, squirming, and more black shadows flowed out, gathering into dense shadows that looked like beasts and snakes.
His scalp suddenly felt numb. It was as shocking as discovering a cockroach passing by in the kitchen and chasing it to death. When you were about to kill it at the corner, you saw hundreds of brothers and relatives gathering there.
The bodies of these things are extremely out of tune. The torso is as strong as a cow, or as thick and long as a snake, and the mouth is densely covered with razor-sharp teeth. What supports the body are six short legs, which swing back and forth quickly like paddling water, gathering from all directions.
This scene was even a bit funny and absurd, and it made Alandel and Neferty look wrong. Griffith quickly accepted the verdict, drew out the cold light sword and slashed it down. The blue arc light tore apart a shadow monster, leaving a small group of squirming shadows on the ground that slowly dissipated.
At this moment, Griffith suddenly felt that his brain was clearer, and he felt a long-lost sense of relief.
"Ah——!" He couldn't help but take a deep breath, and chopped up a few more monsters with his sword.
Sure enough, with the elimination of the shadow monster, the stagnant fear, depression and despair are gradually disintegrating.
"How pleasant!" Griffith cheered, sheathed his sword, loaded the newly acquired arcane shotgun into Judgment, pulled the trigger, and shot at the densely packed monsters.
"Bang!"
The power of this shot was completely beyond Griffith's imagination. The dark air was compressed, and then burst out into a dazzling crystal light mist, sweeping across in a fan shape with an astonishing shock wave. The narrow crypt was embraced by pure light, and all kinds of monsters were swept away by the light. The mysterious whispers immediately turned into screams, and they fled in all directions in the bright light.
The murmurs that lingered in my mind disappeared in an instant, and the world returned to its normal color and became clear. Griffith couldn't help but close his eyes.
This long-lost clarity and tranquility is as refreshing as putting on new underwear on New Year’s morning!
After this round of fighting, Griffith felt that his sanity had recovered a lot, and not far away, Alandel and Neferty also improved significantly. Their vision widened, and under the light of the lantern, they actually saw a figure huddled in the corner.
"You guys stand back." Griffith waved his hand, loaded an adamantine bullet into Judgment, and walked over carefully to take it.
He saw backpacks filled with food and water scattered on the ground, sleeping bags that were finely sewn to prevent insects and moisture, alcohol cans and diaries. At the end of the debris was a huddled human body that was no longer breathing. His skin and muscles cracked, and his overgrown organs and brain were exposed from the shocking cracks, turning him into a terrifying monster.
The title page of the diary is signed with the name of the recorder——
"Julian Mintz"
This person was one of the people who spoke about this operation in Odessa. Griffith had already known the information and knew that he was a senior Sequence 6 spy and scholar.
After all, he was not lucky enough. He was polluted by the terrible environment, his flesh and blood lost control, and he died miserably here.
Most of the words in the professor's diary are neat, beautiful, and logically clear, giving people a pleasant and comfortable feeling when reading. However, there is a crooked paragraph written on the first page of the note. It can be seen that the professor wrote it not long ago when he was in an extreme state of collapse:
"I am Professor Julian of Metini. I feel the chill of fate. My Lord is calling me to His palace...
"Please take my ring and diary back to Medini, and my family and college will give you unimaginable rewards. The great cause we are dedicated to is for all (unintelligible)
"Imagination changes time."
Griffith turns the pages back, briefly and quickly retracing the thoughts and thoughts of this wise scholar in the final period of his life. These words are crooked and often even overlap, which shows that the author's mind was in hopeless chaos at that time.
[Professor Julian’s last record (1)]
"This is a descendant of the gods, a hybrid creature, a deformed creature with the tentacles of humans and gods. I have come into contact with similar existences, but this one is perfect and powerful beyond imagination.
"It has not withered, no. Erem and the others made a mistake. Such a high-level mythical creature has touched the mystery of the ultimate life form, so how can it be limited by its lifespan. I can guarantee that under the thick shell like a rock, It is a body that is in a dormant state but still maintains trace amounts of metabolism.
"Should I tell everyone about this? No, wait a minute, I want to send Naira away.
"He was suppressed by my lord's contract, so he probably wouldn't have lost control, but this is the flesh and blood palace of another god. No matter how cautious you are, you can't be too cautious."
[Professor Julian’s last record (2)]
"We lost Warren, just a few minutes ago. Such a powerful Beyonder was killed by a parasite unknowingly. The thing was like an enlarged tapeworm, as big as a snake, and it suddenly pounced on Warren's face and burrowed into it. Into his mouth. Before we could get treatment, Warren's chest exploded.
"Neither defense nor shields can prevent the Sequence 7 astronomers from being killed instantly. We were frightened. There seem to be more monsters hidden in the darkness. I have ordered everyone not to leave the light source."
[Professor Julian’s last record (3)]
“I had a headache, my eyes were dim, and the edges of my vision were filled with black lines.
"This is a sign of a breakdown in sanity. We are being corrupted by the terrible thoughts floating in the air. Erem told me that he found that the fire and lighting were being weakened, but he had no idea what was happening.
"The Lord's body has long lost its vitality. However, even rotting flesh can breed such a sinister darkness, so how terrifying His original power must be! Just the remaining invisible thoughts can make us humans The best minds can't resist.
“Human beings are too small.
"I began to doubt the purpose of this trip. I shouldn't question our Lord's oracle. He sent us the hand of God and gave us powerful sealed objects to guide us to the ruins of the God of Dreams. I should Stand firm in your faith.
"However, my team is collapsing. As soon as I turn around or even take a breath, someone disappears silently. Is the power of the Lord really something we can use? How weak is the human body, how can it withstand such a situation? mystery?
“Infusing the fragile human body and mind with the personality of God is like expecting a cockroach to be as tall and powerful as a human being. How absurd it is.
"The more you long for sublime power, the easier it is to touch the limitations of this skin...
"No, I want to send a message to ask Lafayette and his team members to evacuate here. Every one who can leave is one."
This was the last record of Professor Julian. Next, he must have sent the textless message and it was received by the camp team.
Griffith knew that he could not stay here for long, so he hurriedly turned forward and took a brief look at what the professor had written earlier.
[Professor Julian’s earlier records]
"I can feel the breath of the end approaching. Only a few words of the horrific incident in Canaan have been spread, but I know very well that it was caused by the fifth existence in the virtual realm.
"He is coming! Getting closer! In this era, the moment of His awakening is approaching, and the interval for asking for the price is getting shorter and shorter. Why doesn't the Arcane Council take action? Are they unwilling or unable?
"I curse these two ignorant and fearless fanatics, Joffrin Lentilus and Wesker de Crozier, for their folly will kill everyone!
“Our world’s time is numbered and the price will be paid!”
Griffith's eyebrows moved, and two familiar last names caught his eye.
Joffrin Lentilus and Wesker De Crozier.
The former is the father of Aaron, and the latter one is likely to be the father of Isius from the perspective of seniority. In other words, the two families knew each other.
Isius’ family is actually involved with Aaron!
