If the previous scene of hell where demons were dancing was enough to make people collapse, then now, the scene where many monsters are crawling on the ground and only a clean witch dancing is left in the absolutely filthy world does have some charm.
This witch was different from the slightly desolate appearance Lu Tiao had seen before. She was more like a projection from the past, spotless, standing barefoot in the filthy and messy atrium, red and white and black, pure and dirty, mad and rational.
, life and death formed a strong contrast at this moment.
This song echoed across the entire island. All the people, all creatures, and all the buildings were silent at this moment, listening to this song that came from nowhere or when.
Even Lu Jian felt that he had calmed down.
No, that's not right.
This calm state of mind is not normal.
Lu Tan felt that his blood was cooling down, all obsessions were dissipating, and death was the only destination.
He saw that the mist spread from the witch's body and swept away the monsters.
The monster has undergone further alienation.
Several monsters gathered together and turned into a staggering, giant worm with six legs. The worm's mouthparts were full of fangs, layered on top of each other, just like the mouth of a hagfish.
The bird flying in the sky let out a scream, and then its head split. The gaping wound quickly healed and turned into two heads. The two new heads seemed to have differences, pecking at each other, and fell into the sea in the blink of an eye.
Devoured by a huge monster.
The trees began to sway, and the leaves quickly withered and turned black, and heavy and plump fruits grew from the branches. When the fruits were turned over, they turned out to be human heads.
In the sky, the huge and strange Jingli Doll also changed. Its belly split open, and dark green pus fell like rain. The green rainwater poured on the ground, and wherever it touched, there were smooth mushrooms.
Shape-like plants grow, and those monsters wander in the small lakes formed by the pus water, which is very pleasant.
Even the buildings began to become old and decayed, and the walls resembled human faces, as if they were struggling or enjoying themselves.
The mist spread toward Lu Tiao, and all the island followers prostrated themselves on the ground, worshiping the witch.
There is no doubt that this is the evil miko and the culprit of everything that happened on Utashima.
Lu Tan is not sure whether she was brought about by the uncertainty fog or whether she created the uncertainty fog.
But he probably knows that the island itself is part of a certain ritual, and the misfortune witch is the core of the ritual. I don't know who is the leader of the ritual. Now he is waiting for everything to develop naturally.
As for what the ritual can ultimately create, Lu Tiao guessed that it would be something that could fight against the Son of God.
"Now that things have happened, the farce of the Poetry Festival should be over."
Lu Tiao murmured to himself as he saw Hong Ye helping Wan Ye out.
He didn't know when or whether the Son of God's purifying fire would come. Lu Tan only knew that he had to stop this thick fog from spreading now.
The white mist that blocked the sun spread very quickly and suddenly enveloped him.
The air, which was more grainy than the one he felt at the shrine last night, poured into Lu Kanda's nose and mouth. The severe pain, which could no longer be described as a burning sensation, instantly tore through Lu Kanda's lungs and respiratory tract, as well as his stomach.
, liver, kidneys, as long as Lu Jian stays in this fog for three more minutes, Lu Jian will die in the most twisted appearance.
Different lines appeared on his arms, and Lu Jian could see that a third hand was emerging from his elbow, cuticles appeared on his palms, and the bones were growing wildly in his body, trying to break out.
Lu Jian had almost lost all his vision. He could only feel that the red leaves in front opened a shimmering cover, covering Wan Ye and himself.
The tearing feeling caused by the mist was relieved a little, but more severe pain surged up, almost occupying all of Lu Jian's consciousness.
He saw that he seemed to have lost his human form. Even if weeds were constantly emerging from his body, he could not resist the erosion of the mist that exceeded human limits.
[Item obtained: Sigh of the Uncertain Mist]
Even the cold and indifferent text of the system made Lu Tan feel an inexplicable sense of intimacy. He barely supported himself, grabbed the tattered bag with his third hand, and took out a bottle from it.
The bottle was filled with a black flame. The flame contained orange-red, light yellow, dark green, and azure colors. It was like a flowing rainbow or a rotating galaxy, and the little bits of light in it were like stars, dazzling.
【glazed fire】
When she saw this thing, Hongye's expression changed obviously. She was a little surprised and a little regretful, but Hongye didn't speak.
Lu Tan threw the thing in the direction of the mist. Although his body was riddled with holes, he felt that his body had endless power.
Some kind of nothingness covered Lu Tiao's body, like a puppet on strings. Lu Tiao's tattered body was forcibly driven, and the bottle was thrown out, about fifty meters away from him.
It just landed.
In the thick fog, Lu Tan couldn't see how the bottle was shattered. He could only hear a subtle sound coming from the silent fog, and then, the light shone brightly.
Some people say that fire first appeared in this world, and then humans appeared. Fire is a symbol of civilization and a savage sword that enables human rationality to defeat evil beasts.
Now, not far away, the nascent flame is rising.
Colorful brilliance leaps on the flames. What is unbelievable is that the fuel of this flame is the fog itself.
Like a hot knife cutting through butter, like wildfire igniting the grassland, the flames spread instantly.
The thick fog that filled the entire island suddenly began to shrink like a frightened beast.
Lu Tran could vaguely see the shimmering lights around Hong Ye flickering one after another. The surrounding fog seemed to be no longer airflow, but like a solid sandstorm, beating Hong Ye's fragile protection bit by bit.
The mist seemed to be trying to suppress the pure flame by constricting itself.
But that will only make you burn out faster.
All monsters, alienated animals, dilapidated buildings, and the dark world were all burned by flames.
According to Lu Jian's knowledge, this flame will continue to burn forever, burning the entire island, dyeing the sea with flames, and eventually covering the entire Hedao in a sea of fire, just like the pure fire in other places.
Lu Tiao seemed to understand why this was an "island".
Perhaps it was the war between humans and filth that once took place on the earth, which eventually led to the land where humans could survive being covered by pure fire, and the islands today were created.
Everywhere he looked up, he saw pure fire.
"You did it."
Surrounded by pale and dark flames, Hong Ye looked at Lu Jiao and showed a smile he had never seen before.
Just like a warm spring afternoon, you are reading a novel that you have longed for for a long time in the sun-drenched library. When you are reading a wonderful part, you look up and find that there is a novel sitting opposite you.
A girl from the same novel, she also raised her eyes due to your actions, and after confirming the books in her hands, she smiled with suppressed excitement.
"You have successfully dispelled this fog of uncertainty. There is one more thing to do next. Everything about Uta Island and the Poetry Festival will come to an end."
Hongye pursed her lips, her voice determined.
"That is to completely purify the remaining obsessions of the Disaster Witch."
