"Yes, Loran." Katie had no objection. The Fire Witch in this life seemed to be particularly sensible and obedient, making it difficult to associate her with her previous image.

The two held hands, wrapped in blazing flames, and walked through the dark underground, heading towards the entrance square of the abyss.

Avoiding a large number of surging phantoms, the two gradually approached their destination, but accidentally a still intact silver barrier appeared in their field of vision.

Covered by a barrier like a clockface, the train was slowly starting to move forward along the rails. Its continuous steel gears were heavily hitting and crushing the rails as it rushed towards the upward slope.

Observing through the blurry glass of the car windows, most of the passengers had already died, leaning crookedly on their seats, with random bloody scratches on their bodies and seat backs.

However, even such a tragic scene could not stop the few mages who fell into fanaticism. They vowed to go to the other side of the vortex, the beautiful world where the ancient people lived.

The train sped up, the whirring and grinding sounds of the gears merging into one, like the prelude to a new world. The mages within closed their eyes, ignoring the sight of their fallen companions and the desolate scene outside the window. They whispered prayers, even though they didn't believe in the existence of gods.

Seeing the train about to disappear in the chaotic current, Roland Hill was forced to cross the barrier and grab one of the steel guardrails. The two witches fluttered rapidly in the air like crimson butterflies.

Just as Loran Hill was thinking about how to stop it, a very thick and turbid current suddenly came from the front, and the crimson flame was rapidly compressed. Katie had to stretch out her other hand to block in front of Loran Hill, emitting a surging heat wave to protect Loran Hill from the invading impact.

At this moment, the sound of the speeding train suddenly disappeared. It seemed to have left the rails, leaped into the air, and sank directly into the dark vortex.

The turbulence in time and space easily tore the barrier apart, and the train twisted and deformed. More people disappeared directly in the turbulence, turning into blood mist without even a trace of their remains.

The air pressure sometimes exists and sometimes disappears. Some of the carriages expand, some compress, and explode one by one. In the end, only one in ten survives the turbulence intact.

Just as the two witches were struggling to maintain their position, their vision suddenly brightened and a brand new starry sky appeared in their eyes.

The starry sky here is extremely clear and beautiful, with twinkling bright spots dotted in the night sky like pearl necklaces.

Looking closely, Loran Hill discovered that it was a star chain orbit surrounding the planet. In the orbit, one seemed to be able to see various neatly arranged buildings, which were magnificent, distant, and empty.

Only then did she lower her eyes and look at the ground beneath her feet.

Below where the two were floating was a silver metallic earth. The entire world seemed to be made of metal machinery, with a continuous shuttle network throughout it. The buildings where squares and circles intersected reflected a dreamy halo, like glass and metal, giving a transparent feeling.

She pulled Keti up and up, looking down at the passing world from a higher perspective and a higher dimension, trying to find the boundaries of this city.

But it didn't.

When Loran Hill looked up at this magnificent planet from a place close to space, its golden and silver metal structure overwhelmed his vision and all senses. Individuals in it were so small that they were not even dust. The vastness of it was beyond all cognition and was shocking.

This planet, which is three times the size of the Earth, has no suitable air on its surface. If it were not for witches like Loran Hill and Ketti, it would be impossible for them to survive. There is also no soil, and ancient humans have long abandoned the ancient production method of planting.

The entire planet is made of machinery and metal. According to Loran Hill's layer-by-layer perception, even if he went deep underground along the gaps in the pipes, there were layers of solid metal structures underneath.

These special metals are not afraid of corrosion and remain as bright as before after tens of thousands of years. Under the illumination of distant stars, they reflect a halo like the sunset, and the whole world is shrouded in a halo.

Everything is so magical and beautiful, if you ignore those chaotic illusions.

The entire planet was like a giant, silent and cooling beehive that was suddenly awakened. Densely packed black spots, numbering in the billions, shuttled through the gaps between various buildings. Wherever they passed, the metal structures were distorted and shaped into strange shapes.

At this moment, these chaotic phantoms came swarming in as if they had smelled the most delicious food, and the departing train fell into the endless black waves like sand and was submerged by it.

“No!”

“Save me!”

“Ahhhh!”

"No... no, it shouldn't be like this... Don't come over." A wizard in silver clothes kept retreating until he was submerged by the phantom and turned into twisted flesh and blood.

"Ahem...hahaha...is this the new world we expect...so beautiful...and cruel...why...let us know...that such a place exists...it's like the most beautiful poison in the world..." A high-level transcendent looked at the shocking scene in front of him, gave up struggling, and jumped into the black wave with disappointment.

It is as if Pandora opened the magic box in her hand, and all chaos and disasters flew out. But when "hope" was about to fly out, she closed the box, which also symbolized the goddess's final mercy.