Griffith vaguely felt himself being dragged on the gravel. The surrounding space seemed to be collapsing, and one powerful breath after another was trying to invade here, accelerating the speed of the collapse.
Suddenly, as if time and space were reversed, reality and reality shifted, things changed unexpectedly. The fighting teammates and elves disappeared, and even the huge underground gravel space disappeared.
Instead, there are familiar old castles, deep cloisters and cold terraces. Thick fog surrounds not far away like a wall, and there is no movement at all.
Have I entered a deeper place of mystery? Could this be the second level of the realm? Griffith hurriedly cheered up and checked the equipment.
Teammates are missing.
The double swords, blood thorns, sin-judgment, helmet, breastplate, short weapons, and potions were no problem. However, Minos was destroyed, and the Lord of the Rings, which had always been a great help to him, was destroyed by Galadia.
The sword shattered! The power of the frost, blood and evil runes was completely lost.
"The realm of Warehouse 13 actually has a deeper second level. This is not impossible in theory. For a demigod's secret warehouse, it is a bit unbelievable and to be expected," Griffith said cautiously.
He began to explore, "If I want to get out, I may have to decipher the secrets, or..."
He carefully checked the walls and roads and walked along the corridor. If he could find the spiritual node of the realm, he could try to destroy it with the power of the Conqueror.
The further he walked forward, the more familiar his surroundings became. After a while, Griffith suddenly found himself in the hall of Homemonworth Campus Hospital and Garden.
At this time, he heard some sounds, coming from a room in front.
"Confronting the truth caused severe brain and mental damage. Brain treatment temporarily saved his life, but he lost some basics when he woke up...
"He has changed. He can still hear, smell, and touch the world normally. However, he will also see some existences that were originally indescribable..."
This voice sounds familiar. It's Tiberion. Is he here?
Griffith poked his head out from the corner and took a look. He saw a row of hospital beds covered with white sheets, the soft light of the lighting fell on the floor, and there was a reassuring medicinal smell in the air.
Tiberion and several people were leaving in the other direction, leaving only their backs. Griffith immediately chased after him, but these people disappeared around the corner. Thick fog shrouded the window, and the door lock on the wall
Close it tightly. Griffith kicked the wooden door to pieces and rushed outside. He only saw a mountain-like fog wall and an empty castle. There was only the whistling wind in his ears.
He could only turn back and saw a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old lying on the hospital bed.
The young man has a thin and handsome face, neatly combed short black hair, and beautiful eyes, but he is listless.
"Hey, Hughes, are you here?" The thin young man smiled at Griffith, "It was my fault for getting you into these troubles, please forgive me."
Hughes?... Griffith had some impression of this name. He had heard it somewhere. He glanced at the tag on the hospital bed, which had the boy's name written on it——
"Salorian"
Dictator? When did he come?
Wait, this is Salorian, the author of "Notes on Potion Preparation" who was still studying at Homemon Watts when he was young!
By the way, Hughes, I remembered. This is the record in the "Notes" I got when I was trapped in the mountain ruins during the Goblin attack on Watchfort - a student named Hughes was killed by some kind of monster...
…Griffith subconsciously pulled out Judgment and took half a step back.
"It's my fault," Salorian continued, "but don't you think it's strange?"
"What's weird?"
"That mountain! That mountain in Annock!" Salorian pulled out a painting from under his pillow. "It is clearly surrounded by endless snow-capped mountains, but there is no snow. Considering its height,
It’s so abnormal!”
As he spoke, he raised the painting to Griffith to see.
The simple outline of the charcoal on the white paper reminded Griffith immediately of the eerie and dark towering mountain he had seen at the ruins of the city-state of Annock. Some kind of indescribable cloud seemed to be a living evil,
A curse surrounds the jagged and sharp undulating mountains and rocks; the bald pinnacles seem like towers leading to the endless night, calling for the bold to venture into danger.
Just by seeing this sketch, the violent wind in my memory became real and close to my eyes. The roaring sound became more ferocious, and the dead and withering air surged as if it came to life.
The outline of this mountain is so weird and exaggerated, so incredible...
"That's not a mountain, my friend..." said Salorian. "I think it's this adventure that got us into trouble."
Griffith felt a severe headache, cold sweat rolled down his neck and between the gaps in his armor, and a deep chill spread along his back.
Along with nausea and inexplicable fear, Griffith realized that he was becoming weak.
No, is it a psychic attack!? Griffith immediately mobilized the power of the supernatural to crush this ominous secret that entangled him. However, he failed! The power of the conqueror was suppressed by unspeakable factors until the war
The rank of knight.
He steeled himself and looked at Salorian.
There was no color on the face of the pale young man. The deep circles under his eyes made it obvious at a glance that he was suffering from insomnia and anxiety. His dull eyes even turned the desperate irritability and fatigue that longed for early relief into reality.
The infection spreads.
Griffith has seen all kinds of monsters and monsters in the world, and mutation and chaos are commonplace. However, he has never faced eyes that are so depressing and hopeless.
What's even more shocking is that there seems to be a smile on this pale and pale face like an ancient well; in the weak, dim eye sockets, there is a slight flash of joy.
Griffith pulled out the Judgment and shot Salorian.
"Boom!"
The gunfire rang out, the fire and smoke quickly dissipated. The adamantine bullet pierced Salorian's shoulder.
However, the young Salorian just looked down at the wound, showing no pain, no anger, and no expression at all.
"My sense of hearing, smell, touch, and taste have all undergone changes. Now, no matter what I look at, it becomes disgusting." Salorian spoke like a shadow puppet show, and the audience either applauded or made a fuss.
, had no impact on him, "When I saw my teacher's friends again, I found that their shapes were grotesque and indescribable. I remembered them, but the human voice became shrill and harsh, which was unbearable.
"I can't suppress my disgust for the world, ah, I can't stand it anymore... You must be the same..."
"..."
"Living in such a terrifying world, I was going crazy. I wanted to end my life many times. The professor had to give me medicine to control me so that my mental state would not be on the verge of collapse."
Suddenly, Salorian let out a long sigh: "I feel much better now!"
"What feels better?" Griffith asked, "for what?"
"I met her last night."
"who?"
Salorian stared at Griffith with empty, tired eyes full of black lines: "The smooth black hair, the white and slender ankles, the cute and petite earlobes... they are all beyond my imagination.
.This is undoubtedly the face of the most dazzling and beautiful girl in the world. Oh, here she comes!
"Iletia!"
Griffith's back suddenly heard layer upon layer of seemingly endless friction and squirming sounds.
He turned his head and suddenly saw a face dripping with pus-like mucus, a meat-like object completely covered by earthworms, snakes, and worm-like cilia and tentacles.
Amorphous protoplasmic bubbles rolled up in front of him, splitting into endless tentacles!
"Ah——!" Griffith screamed from deep in his heart. Salorian beside him looked up with full of love, as if what he saw in front of him was the most pure, flawless, gentle and touching person in the world.
girl.
"Ah, Iletia," Salorian's ashen face showed incredible vitality, "she became his salvation, my friend. Nothing in the world can compare with her. I think
Be with her.
"By the way, that's it, I will pretend to be normal in front of Tiberion, and I will leave the surveillance for her no matter what.
"We can buy a hut on the beach and live together every day!"
Griffith was scared out of his mind. His entire field of vision was filled with huge, indescribable pieces of flesh, endless protoplasmic blisters and tentacles. A voice that he had never heard before, which did not belong to any living creature, filled his mind:
"Tekeli-li! Tekeli-li!'"
What's even more frightening is that Griffith actually recognized the strange sound of this inhuman thing. This is a very soft and pleasant sound that he has heard many times - from "Miss Lover"
.This voice has been received and interpreted through layers of inspiration and body, and has become a voice that humans can understand:
"sorry,
"You, run."
"What are you talking about?" Salorian suddenly yelled at Griffith, "Hughes, what are you talking about to her?"
Before Griffith could argue, a sound suddenly came from the empty castle. A faint, devilish sound appeared in Griffith's ears for the first time. The sound was like some kind of wild beast howling,
From a very distant world.
The howling was approaching, and the extremely blasphemous and strange sound was amplifying rapidly, like the howls of hounds and wolves, getting closer and closer.
Something appeared in the fog surrounding the castle - first an elongated and twisted head, and then a body.
Its shape is indescribable, like a squirming liquid, like floating smoke, and it vaguely makes people feel like a ferocious beast. There is a hollow straw in the open organ that can barely be called a mouthpart.
Beating in between.
Griffith was greatly frightened!
Razor-sharp teeth and claws, gleaming eyes and staggered jaws, like a wolf, with constantly undulating hazel and cyan skin.
What the hell is this—! Griffith screamed in his heart. In the dark, he seemed to hear the sound of two dice falling to the ground. His head felt like it was about to split, and he was filled with dizziness and severe pain.
Griffith slashed it away with Han Guang's sword! But neither sword nor armor could stop this weird thing.
His chest was torn open on the spot, and he fell down in a bloody mess.
…
"ah--!"
A moment later, Griffith woke up. He hurriedly touched his body and was surprised to find that he was not injured. However, a more intense headache swept over him.
The pain of this mental shock was more severe than anything he had ever experienced in his life, and Griffith almost fell into the darkness.
Griffith's sanity suffered an unprecedented loss.
The situation is already clear - Griffith has fallen into a certain realm. The attacks around him will not cause physical damage, but can cause terrible mental shocks.
Salorian's mystery and terror are destroying his will. Once his mind collapses, not even a demigod can escape his fall. In this case, dying is considered lucky. Falling into eternal madness is the most terrifying thing.
Torture. At that time, a person is no longer himself, but a puppet of a certain will.
At this moment, Griffith suddenly heard footsteps.
This is the crisp sound of boots hitting the floor, very familiar...
"Griffith?"
Erza suddenly ran out from a corner and breathed a long sigh of relief when she saw Griffith.
"Why are you here?" Griffith asked in surprise, "Where is this?"
"This is Salorian's world, constructed in the realm of the spirit world."
"Huh?" Griffith became even more confused, "I feel like there are three or even four levels of domain structure here..."
"Don't stop, we have to move and buy time."
Erza grabbed his arm and walked forward without stopping:
"Warehouse No. 13 has the same origin as the Hermit's Gathering, a world on one level after another. That's why I can come in to support you.
"Salorian's spirit was influenced by Iletia, the shoggoth, and gradually went out of control. He began to behave differently from ordinary people, tried inhuman forbidden spells, and summoned the hounds of time and space.
Killed Hughes, a classmate who was close to Iletia.
"He even transformed and brainwashed the people around him and used them as puppets. In the end, he made up his mind to get rid of everyone who hindered them, even his former close friends.
"That black jagged peak is not a mountain. It is the ultimate Shoggoth from the abyss of evil and terror that has been dormant since the age of the Ancients! Salorian will resurrect it, fuse with it, and eventually become Ileti
Ya's kindred race reproduces..."
Speaking of this, Erza asked: "Do you know why Salorian suddenly attacked you?"
"Why?" Griffith whispered, "This is too sudden. As for the motive, all I can think of is... The Lord of the Rings?"
As soon as the Lord of the Rings Minos was destroyed, Griffith was drawn into an abnormal space and attacked.
"Your inference is not unreasonable."
Salorian's voice appeared again.
He stood tall on the edge of the mist, holding a scepter in his hand and wearing the dictator's toga robe diagonally. Every inch of his exposed upper body was perfectly refined to the extreme. His handsome cheeks were resolute and bright.
Griffith has never seen Salorian like this. Different from the young boy, the wise scholar and the majestic dictator, the Salorian in front of him is the incarnation of God in the world, possessing
The perfect existence of ultimate beauty and power!
"Erza Valkyrie, I have always loved you very much," Salorian smiled with a little anger, "I saw the plot between you and the elves, just because I was curious, what do you have?
How to fight against me.
"You destroyed the magic ring I gave you and you want to escape from my kingdom of God?"
Things happened too suddenly. Even though Griffith had predicted various situations, the changes in the situation were still beyond his control.
Salorian waved his scepter. The dictator's ancient artifact was just a convenient weapon in his hands.
"Come along, Griffith," Salorian's aura surged, so powerful that it made people feel like they were facing the gods directly, "In my kingdom of God, any mystery will be suppressed to the limit.
"Every time you lose a battle, you will fall down the rank; when the mystery is shattered and the reason collapses, you will usher in the eternal end.
"The defeated return to dust."
Erza stood in front of Griffith.
"What? Do you want to resist me?" Salorian raised his voice, "Don't you think that having more hands of God will increase your chances of winning?"
"One?" The huntress's smart eyes flashed, "That's not a skill~"