The waves swept across the narrow valley, making a thunderous noise, and two figures slowly walked out of the gray world.
"Is this the position you chose?" Under the black hood, An Qingyu's cheeks were slightly raised. Without the elegant black frames, his temperament was a bit cold.
"There is no way, the hell arranged by Nicholas has been destroyed, we can only open up a new space." [Chaos] shrugged, a look of helplessness appeared on his dark face.
[Chaos] raised his palm to face the center of the canyon and shook it gently.
The invisible air waves squeezed and dispersed, and the churning waves in the canyon suddenly stopped. The next moment, the entire windswept sea became quiet, like a dark green mirror, reflecting the ruggedness of the canyons on both sides.
As [Chaos] falls on the sea surface, a ripple rises gently, turning into a vortex that shatters the mirror, extending to the deep seabed with no end in sight.
He carried the remains of the [Black Goat], jumped lightly, and disappeared into the vortex. An Qingyu narrowed his gray eyes and also walked into the vortex.
The vortex of the deep sea passed around the Anqingyu, and a moment later, their bodies flew out of another upside-down sea in a strange shape.
The fog, sea surface, canyons, everything is the same as the sea surface in reality. The only difference is that there is no sun and moon in the world here, and the chaotic sky presses on the sea and mountain gorges, giving people a dull sense of oppression.
"You created a mirror world?" A flash of gray in the depths of An Qingyu's eyes instantly analyzed this world.
"Of course." [Chaos] chuckled, "[Black Goat] only has half a breath left. Before [Key to the Door] recovers, you won't be able to play much role other than offering sacrifices to the Door of Truth. And I haven't yet."
After returning to peak strength, it would be troublesome if they were to join forces to encircle and suppress him.
Although this place is not as good as the real Kingdom of God, it is extremely difficult to find and can allow us to slowly recuperate."
An Qingyu nodded, glanced across the two towering black straits in front of him, and walked towards one of the straits alone.
"If the water from the well does not interfere with the water from the river, this half is mine."
[Chaos] Seeing this, he raised his eyebrows and said, "Wait a minute."
An Qingyu stopped, frowned and looked back.
"You want that half, of course, no problem, but you'd better give me a sure idea of when the [Key to the Door] will be revived?"
"The Door of Truth has not been repaired enough, and it will take some time."
"A period of time, how long is it?"
"Probably, four or five years."
"Are you kidding me?" [Chaos] squinted his eyes, and a hint of forlornness appeared on his dark face.
An Qingyu looked at him for a long time and slowly spoke:
"Do you think I'm joking?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the atmosphere in the strait suddenly solidified.
"Where are those Migos? Can't they sacrifice their lives to speed up the recovery of [Key to the Door]?" After an unknown amount of time, [Chaos] said.
"Do you think the number of Migos is endless?" An Qingyu asked, "They are my loyal believers. In order to speed up the awakening of [Key to the Door], they have been sacrificed to the point of almost annihilation. The remaining ones are added up.
, and it can’t advance much.
If you think I'm lying to you, you can just kill me and see if there is any chance of [Door Key] being revived?"
An Qingyu's words became more and more harsh, and a cold wind blew through the canyon, making the black robe make a hunting sound.
[Chaos] frowned tightly, and he squinted at An Qingyu, as if he wanted to directly understand his thoughts, but under the gaze of those gray eyes, it had no effect at all.
After a long time, He slowly spoke: "Four years, within four years, I must see the [Key to the Door] revive..."
An Qingyu didn't answer. He put his hands in his black robe, turned around and disappeared into the strait on one side. The rolling gray mist enveloped half of the strait like a tornado, like an airtight wall.
[Chaos] withdrew his gaze and returned to his own strait. He sat cross-legged on a boulder and spread his palms. A miniature model of a hospital appeared in his palms.
"The next step is to completely control you..."
…
The Asylum of the Gods.
dungeon.
The originally empty cell was now filled with cyan figures. A'Zhu was curled up on the damp ground, his face pale, as if he was asleep.
In the cell opposite him, a figure covered in blood was leaning on the edge of the wall, not knowing whether he was dead or alive.
"General Manager, General Manager..."
A voice came from next door.
The blood-covered figure suddenly opened his eyes, turned around and made a silent gesture to the cell next door, "Keep your voice down! That guy can hear you!"
The sound from next door suddenly disappeared. After a moment, a palm came out from the fence, dipped some water in it, and began to write on the ground:
——General Manager, A'Zhu is going to starve to death.
Seeing this line of words, Li Yifei's blood-stained face trembled slightly. After sighing, he stretched out his hand and wrote:
——Our souls have been signed to Qiye. With the protection of this hospital, we can be resurrected even if we die...at most we will endure some pain.
As it is written on the panel, "As a mythical creature killed by you, you have the right to decide the fate of its soul." It was Lin Qiye who killed them, and it was Lin Qiye who hired them as caregivers. Even if [Chaos] is now
Even if you control part of the hospital, you can't decide their life or death, so you can only lock them in the dungeon.
——General Manager, when does this day end?
Seeing this line of text, Li Yifei shook his head and continued to write:
--have no idea.
——If He takes complete control of the hospital, will we all be devastated?
--……have no idea.
——Will the dean come to save us?
Li Yifei did not answer. In his mind, the scene of Lin Qiye's soul being knocked out of the body by [Chaos] appeared...According to the situation at that time, it was hard to say whether Lin Qiye was still alive.
Who would have thought that Yelande, who seems to be the most amiable and affable, could actually be transformed from [Chaos]?
Could it be that there is nothing they can do except wait here to die?
Li Yifei clenched his fists tightly, unwillingness and anger filled his heart. He raised his bloody hand and slammed it on the fence, but it didn't move at all.
I don’t know how much time passed, but in the darkness, Li Yifei sighed bitterly...
Hunger and pain gradually occupied his mind, and his consciousness gradually became blurred. He knew that he was not far from death this time.
In a daze, he seemed to have had a dream. He saw a young man wearing Han Dynasty Confucian clothes slowly walking towards him...
The young man squatted down in front of him, patted his shoulder, and said with a smile:
"The time has come to respond to the [Covenant]... Li Yifei, don't forget the mission entrusted to you by the Lord."
The moment Li Yifei was about to close his eyes, he saw a shadow slipping from the young man's palm into his hand...