He and She

The insects who were originally responsible for patrolling disappeared without a trace in the hazy black fog, and were replaced by the desolate wilderness. The air temperature was extremely low, and just entering this area made people feel bitterly cold.

Fielding didn't like this place, and didn't know why the other party insisted on coming here, but this didn't affect him becoming the guide of the red-haired young man. The dragonborn slowed down his pace and looked around cautiously.

"There are a lot of failed Lost Ones wandering ahead. My power can restrain them. You can come closer."

After saying this, a soft white light shone from the male dragonborn, illuminating the dark road ahead. Fearful roars were heard in the mist, and many blurry figures fled in panic. Fielding took the opportunity to embark on the safer road in his memory.

Oreius quickly found the corresponding memory. There were no lost people here before, but just an ordinary wasteland. They had camped here when they were carrying out the mission.

As he walked along, Fielding's forehead was slightly sweaty. He was already seriously injured, and after resting, he was still a little exhausted. The only thing he was thankful for was that he had placed Bernice in a safe place in advance, so he could now worry less.

The Lost Ones didn't dare to approach, and he couldn't help but quicken his pace: "There is a Dragonborn camp nearby. As long as we find them, we will be safe."

"The Dragonborn camped so deep in the ground?"

"It's a long story. To the dragonborn, the young dragon is the supreme and great being. Although the Luo family claimed that Lord Nidhogg was only training in the black mist, anyone with a discerning eye knew that it was a lie. Otherwise, why did their people come back, but Lord Nidhogg did not?"

There was a flash of coldness in Fielding's eyes, and it was obvious that he had a strong opinion of him.

"We should have started looking a long time ago, but due to the disasters that happened year after year, even the Dragonborn had to prioritize preserving their species. It was not until half a year ago that the first group of Dragonborn went to the Black Mist. Some time ago, they had to retreat due to the crazy attacks of monsters. The team that stayed in the Black Mist sent intelligence saying that the situation had changed, so they established a base nearby."

Someone from the Luo family: "......"

He silently chose to keep silent. The Dragonborn did not notice his abnormality and continued to speak.

"In order to clean up the monsters, the family sent out many powerful dragonborns. These lost ones are not a problem for them at all. As long as we find them, we don't have to worry about supplies and safety issues."

As the distance got closer, the red-haired young man frowned. It was quiet, too quiet. Even if there were lost ones, how come there wasn't even a single monster in this place? It didn't make sense at all. If there wasn't some arrangement, then there must be something more terrifying that made those monsters dare not approach.

As his mind raced, Oreius cut his finger. The bright red blood dripped onto the ground, becoming the best tool for perception. Under the seemingly calm ground, the blood spread at a crazy speed, constantly invading the bodies of one being after another. At this moment, the young man suddenly discovered something unusual.

"Wait, don't step on that!"

Fielding turned his head subconsciously, and his right foot had already fallen. He was alert and waited for a while in fear, but nothing happened.

Fielding breathed a sigh of relief, and just as he was about to speak, he suddenly felt a pain in his ankle. He immediately lowered his head, but he didn't see anything. Unspeakable negative emotions surged from the bottom of his heart, and the dragonborn's expression twisted, and he couldn't help but bar his sharp fangs.

Aurelius clicked his tongue, cut his finger and pressed it to the other man's forehead.

"Silent."

"Hmm..."

Fielding suppressed a groan of pain, and faint lines spread across his forehead, helping him to calm down.

Oreius took a quick look and saw densely packed spherical devices rising up, with the vertical seam in the middle staring straight at the person who came, like extremely strange pupils.

As these devices appeared, rolling black fog rolled in. The heavy pollution gradually dimmed the light of the dragonborn, and the already gloomy atmosphere became even more eerie.

Suddenly, a bloody face crashed into the young man's face, half of its eyeball fell out of its eye socket, and the other eyeball stared straight at the other party. Its lips opened and closed, and a cold sound came out.

"Who are you..."

"Who are you? Who are you? Who are you?!"

The roar became more and more intense, and the bone fingers poked at the opponent's eyes. Oreius dodged the opponent's attack and raised his knee to strike the Lost One. The knee went straight through the body and hit nothingness.

The ghost screamed and disappeared on the spot. The dragonborn covered his head and struggled with himself while saying intermittently: "We have to leave quickly, these guys will call more of their kind... This is how we got into a difficult battle before..."

"Got it. Hold on tight."

The red-haired young man acted decisively and lifted the opponent up. The weight of more than 100 kilograms did not affect his behavior at all. Before the spherical devices took further action, Oleus had already left with the dragon.

Not long after, a black door opened out of nowhere and a small hand stretched out from it.

A girl in a fancy dress walked out of the door, holding a lantern in one hand and a faceless doll in the other. Her long black hair fell on her shoulders like seaweed, revealing a cute little face that made people feel pity.

In the cool light, all the ferocious Lost Ones stopped where they were. Facing this girl, the portal suddenly became cautious. It knew the relationship between the other party and a certain great being who had passed away, so it wisely chose to flatter.

"Beautiful Miss Gloria, welcome to this land of disorder. The portal is happy to serve you! If you need anything, you can always call my name."

"thank you."

The girl's voice was soft and light. She looked around curiously, her eyes falling on the lost people.

The faint light seemed thin, but in fact it was boundless, illuminating countless blurry figures.

"Is this what Brother Aurelius asked me to do? It's so pitiful. Your souls have been completely stained with black. Let me light a lamp for you."

With a faint sigh, Gloria waved the lantern in her hand.

The consciousness under the portal avoided the soft light. Although it had no killing power, it was more deadly than the black mist in the eyes of the pollutants.

All the lost twisted and struggled, screaming and split into two. One half was pure and beautiful, and the other half was dirty and vicious. The girl took out different sizes of them and glued them together like kneading plasticine.

Soon, a vague figure appeared in front of the girl. He bowed to the girl gratefully and quickly rushed into the lantern.

The portal quietly retreated a little, fearing that the busy girl would notice it. It watched one illusory figure after another like moths to a flame, willingly becoming the fuel for the lantern. This move was truly terrifying, a true evil magic that played with the human soul.

This is not an innocent and lovely child, but a molester who possesses both good and evil. He recklessly plays with souls and creates the "gentleness" he wants.

Seeing the girl's sweet smile, it trembled from its nonexistent feet to its head. It was afraid that the other party would get excited and drag itself into it. Gloria didn't care. After all the souls were absorbed, she turned around and asked.

"Does Brother Aurelius have any other instructions?"

"He hopes that you can survey the current situation of the City of Worms and report back to him later."

"I see."

Gloria nodded thoughtfully, turned around and flew towards the direction of the City of Insects. The spherical devices all turned towards each other, emitting a thick pollution.

The girl's eyes flashed with confusion, wondering why they made such a clumsy attack. The pollution had no effect on Gloria, but was sucked up by the black-robed puppet whale, making her look even more lifelike.

Seeing that this trick had no effect, the spherical devices quieted down. Invisible waves spread in all directions. The girl lowered her head and noticed that the ground was shaking continuously.

The ground was cracking, and nine huge creatures emerged from the ground. They had snake-like bodies, dark green scales that looked like moss, and smooth heads without facial features, replaced by densely packed spherical devices.

When all the snakes crawled out of the ground, their connected necks were revealed. Compared to them, the girl was as small as dust.

The Hydra opened its mouth and bit, its sharp fangs dripping with slime. Before it touched the girl, the black-robed doll in the latter's arms suddenly raised its head.

Scarlet ink dripped down the face like a child's graffiti, and countless sad cries could be heard faintly. The doll made of pure evil soul floated in the air, emitting strong malice.

"Dad, are you angry?"

The girl's voice was very soft, but the puppet's terrifying aura answered her. A strange scream echoed around, and a huge figure was faintly formed in the air.

The black-robed merchant held the golden scales in his hand, stretched his right hand straight toward the Hydra, and drew out an illusory shadow. He twisted in fear, but could not escape and placed it on one end of the scale. Unfortunately, this scale was destined to be unbalanced, and its other end would always droop heavily, just because that was the direction of his beloved daughter.

Once upon a time, a businessman who was rich enough to rival a country had a daughter. After his wife died, he treated her as a treasure.

Unfortunately, the girl died in an accident. After her death, her father made a deal with the devil to revive his beloved child. After going through countless hardships, he lost his original life, appearance and name. He returned to the Dark Mist Era as a "profiteer".

And only after he completely disappeared, his beloved child opened his eyes again in this world, following in his father's footsteps and embarking on the path he had once walked.

The collected kindness turned into a lantern, and the evil intentions condensed into the protection of her father. The girl walked among them, looking for the shadows of her family.

The light of the lantern dimmed, leaving a passage for darkness. A hazy whisper came from the lamp, neither male nor female, like the talk in a dream.

"Being a son of goodness, he fell into the burning furnace."

"As the son of evil, I became the abyss."

The devilish laughter from the illusion echoed across the wilderness, with a twisted madness. Scarlet blood shadows spread out, covering the entire wilderness.

The next second, the Hydra disappeared from the spot, as if it had been wiped out from this world, leaving no trace.

The remaining spherical devices flickered and tried to escape in panic. The figure in the air reached out and crushed them without hesitation.

As a price, the black bubble doll became extremely illusory, as if it would disappear in the next second. The girl carefully held it in her arms, and the small figure floated away. The road ahead was extremely smooth, without any obstacles.