The world of doors

Outside the world behind the door, two figures kept flashing past each other.

There was nothing between heaven and earth, only doors standing. They avoided the doors that gave off a strong strange aura, and the red-haired young man was obviously at ease, pressing forward step by step: "Priest Duke, is this how you believe in your Lord?"

Duke stabbed the opponent in the chest with his backhand, and said calmly: "I have not betrayed my Lord. What I did was to carry out His will."

Aurelius dodged his attack and said frivolously, "I don't see how your god would allow you to attack your own people."

"If you just walked in the door and didn't do all this crap, we'd all save ourselves a lot of trouble."

Duke's face suddenly revealed the enthusiasm of a believer. He didn't care about his own safety, and fought with his life at stake. Unfortunately, this was not as effective as his holy light for Oreius. Although Duke's fighting skills were proficient, the red-haired young man had already experienced many battles in various trainings and had developed enough hardcore strength.

He had no weapons, only the table knife he had taken from the house. The tip of the knife, nourished by blood, was gleaming with cold light. It was clearly just an ordinary table knife, but in the young man's hands it emitted a deadly brilliance.

Duke was getting more and more shocked as he fought with the knife. He had just used it to cut bread that morning and knew the quality of the knife. The other party took the cutlery from his table and fought with him, who had prepared well.

No, it should be said that they are stronger.

But after a few seconds of trance, Duke felt a pain in his left arm, which was directly cut off by Oleus. There was no blood on the broken arm that fell to the ground, but some kind of sticky gray-white liquid, leaving a sticky trail with the body.

Duke bent down, picked up his arm, and pressed it to the wound with a calm expression. The mucus replaced the blood, sticking the two sides together.

This is completely out of human nature.

The red-haired young man put away his smile and turned serious: "Master Priest, is this also the will of God?"

"nature."

Duke answered slowly, his skin gleaming with a white glow that was dazzling. He was like a candle, and everything began to melt in the light. The priest's tone was fervent and firm, as if he was listening to a revelation.

"My actions and thoughts are all righteous. I follow the will of my Lord and eradicate heresy. I will offer my body as a candle, no matter what it takes!"

The light was so bright and hot that a dull pain rose in Oreius's flesh and bones. His bones and blood flowed down like melting waves. There was no pain in the process. His legs melted first.

The little girl hurried over to help, but just as she took a step, she suddenly felt a pain in her back and felt dizzy.

The toxin took effect within a few seconds, causing her to pass out. A loud noise exploded in the attacker's mind, and the attacker stabbed himself indifferently, and the angry roar in his head also disappeared.

The light trapped Duke and Oreius like boiling magma. Oreius wanted to struggle, but the light hugged him tightly.

In an instant, endless knowledge flowed into the young man's mind.

The laws of the movement of the sun and the moon, the laws of the formation of the sea of ​​clouds, the laws of the flow of pollution...

How to make and enhance pollutants, how to transform pollutants into uncontrollable levels...

How to forge minerals, how to extract pure monster blood...

His body was melting away, but his brain was swollen and aching with knowledge. It was a strange feeling, not torture but a bit of obsession.

Knowledge itself is a kind of poison, which arouses people's desire for knowledge. While pursuing knowledge, humans will also die.

As the poison penetrated into his bones, Oreius vaguely heard two voices.

"Don't touch his blood, or you'll be manipulated."

"My Lord needs to capture him."

"Tsk, you are such a hassle. Just leave your bones and heart, I know you have a device to resurrect your flesh and blood, so even if you die, you can still use it as material."

The young man on the ground was breathing weakly, his ground was covered in blood, and his bones were white.

The people discussing didn't care and talked openly about how to catch the red-haired young man, not taking it seriously at all.

It's just a head left, what's the big deal?

Yes, it’s just a head left, what’s there to be afraid of?

The overall situation has been determined and no one can change it.

Just as everyone thought so, a beam of light pierced through the sky and enveloped the melting Oreus.

Thirty-two petals of flowers bloomed on the ground, the air was as clear as flowing water, and there was a faint echo of hymns. Invisible sounds sang in unison.

"Wherever He goes, there is Heaven."

"A long river of milk and honey flows, and everyone is pious and kind."

Flesh and blood grew, covering the honey-colored skin again. Bones stretched and became covered with densely woven tendons.

Only He can pierce the darkness like light, only He lowers His eyes to look at the world. Only He is clothed in glory and deserves eternal honor and worship.

Ten thousand people shouted in the wind: "The guilty, the lost, the hopeless. The irretrievable, the powerless."

"Don't shed any tears, we have reached the land of eternal happiness."

Under the baptism of heaven's power, the red-haired young man finally got rid of the entanglement of those knowledge. He coughed up a mouthful of blood, and seeing the two people's dazed expressions, he couldn't help but laugh softly.

"Don't underestimate me, idiots."

Of all the vests, Canaan is undoubtedly the one that best matches the power of Aureus. This is why in the future reflected by the World Tree, Mason, who has completely become Aureus, killed Canaan and merged his power with his own, providing an endless supply of energy.

At this moment, what can break through the obstruction of the black fog and save the seriously injured Oreius?

Looking at all the vests, Mason made his choice without hesitation: Canaan!

Duke looked at the beam of light. Something was growing wildly in his heart, but it could never break free of its constraints.

Whose power is this? Why is it so warm, so holy, and so... familiar?

As Duke stood there in a daze, the Queen of Insects immediately recognized that this was the power of the Lord of All Things and All Powers.

She was immediately puzzled: How did He find this place?

You know, this is the deepest part of the black fog. It is absolutely impossible to be so precise without a fixed point. But which god would be so bored that he would focus on humans every day?

If Mason knew what she was thinking, he would definitely answer: "That's how it is positioned."

Aurelius and Canaan are both his aliases. The difficulty of locating them is like stretching out your left hand to touch your right hand. What's so difficult about that?

As long as he doesn't enter the black fog, the Monster Lord won't be able to catch him. At most, he can just get rid of his vest. But with the portal, it shouldn't be a problem to escape before He comes.

Due to a combination of factors, Mason boldly let go of himself and directly attracted God's grace!

Canaan's heavenly power was as overbearing as ever, and the little flower girl woke up. After coming to her senses, she bared her teeth and claws, wishing to bite the Queen of Insects. At that time, there was only the other person standing behind her, so she couldn't figure out who attacked her?

The Queen of Insects looked indifferent. Since she had been seen through, there was no need to pretend any longer. She sneered, her eyes full of resentment.

"Don't think I didn't see that you wanted to kill me. I helped you so much, even serving you as a slave, but you didn't have the slightest bit of mercy and regarded me as someone who must be eliminated. If that's the case, don't blame me for standing on the other side."

The Queen of Insects grew up by absorbing the pain of humankind and was very good at distinguishing lies and secrets. She had a bad feeling when she was about to meet Orelius again.

The thought of death lingered in her mind, making her betray him without hesitation. This guy was not a good person, and if he had the chance, he would kill her without hesitation.

Oleus was not surprised that she would do this. He could even say that he deliberately let the Queen of Insects follow Duke. This was the best time. Besides, the Queen of Insects would never get out of his sight.

As he expected, the Queen of Insects seized the time and successfully colluded with Duke to plan the conspiracy.

"Don't make yourself sound so innocent. You are the one who killed people, you are the one who tortured humans, you are the one who failed because you overestimated your abilities, and you are the one who begged for mercy. You have shown your value, so I let you live for now. Isn't that fair?"

The young man casually pushed his hair, which blocked his view, to the back of his head, revealing his smooth forehead. He had a high nose bridge, thin and sharp lips, and his red hair passed through his fingers, as dull as coagulated blood.

He looked at the Insect Queen with a strange look, as if he had heard a joke.

"You are right. I can't let you go. From the beginning to the end, you have never repented for the crimes you committed, so you are naturally unworthy of sympathy. After you leave the depths of the black fog, I will treat you in the most cruel way and hand you over to those insect people. If you can live well, then what does the dead mean? This world is too ridiculous."

"This is how the world is. Only the strong can survive."

The Queen of Insects was extremely contemptuous: "They are just a bunch of fools. What qualifications do they have to judge me?"

Oreius bared his sharp fangs. "Of course it's because I'm stronger than you. So isn't it reasonable to kill you, humiliate you, force you to beg for mercy, and then get rid of you for wanting to betray me? You have to know that a seed cannot produce a different fruit from itself."

"Everything you are going through now is the result of the evil you did in the past. You don't really think I didn't expect your betrayal, do you? Well, it's better to let you calm down for now."

What does this sentence mean?

The queen immediately realized something, and as the young man finished speaking, the other half of her spirit, which had been sleeping due to the poison, woke up and pounced fiercely on the consciousness of the Queen of Insects.

Two insects, one white and one red, were gnawing at each other in the sea of ​​consciousness, biting each other like crazy. The Queen of Insects could not help but yell, "We are one! You are my half, why do you listen to this guy?"

The other half of the clone paused for a moment, and the Queen of Insects thought that the other half was finally shaken by the identity of the main body and was willing to listen to her. However, she saw that the clone's spirit body swelled twice, and the red lines on the surface were as bright as blood, and the whole body suddenly grew larger.

“Bang!!”

“Aaaaaaah!!”

The Queen of Insects spat out a mouthful of blood, her skin and flesh were torn, her bones were broken, and in the blink of an eye she became a dying state.

How is that possible?

She couldn't believe that the clone actually chose to self-destruct!

——So-called loyalty to the king is sworn in through blood.

The Queen of Insects underestimated the power of blood control. Although this was her split half, it had already become a blood slave. If the red-haired youth gave up control, it might return to normal after a period of time, awaken the Queen of Insects' memory, and become her backup for resurrection.

However, when the original body wanted to attack the monarch and he was unable to stop it, the clone chose to self-destruct without hesitation!

As long as it can benefit the monarch, the controlled clone will not hesitate at all, even if it means going through fire and water or dying on the spot.

The Insect Queen was caught off guard and suffered this blow, and her soul almost dissipated.

She was shocked, angry, and a little scared.

It’s terrible, this ability is terrible.

That was half of her body, half of her soul. As long as the original consciousness disappeared, it would immediately become the new Queen of Insects. But just based on a look from the other party - without even saying a word, he risked his own life to kill her.

So scary!

Oleus spared her life, and it would be too easy for her to die like this. The mutant insects led by Rex are the ones who are truly qualified to punish her. The red-haired young man withdrew his eyes and fell on the priest.

Duke was in a very bad condition, with most of his body melting in the light. Oreius squatted down, looked at him and sighed.

"You should never, ever, believe in the Lord of All Things. Don't you know that your God is now the one above me?"

What does it mean?

Duke didn't have time to think too much before the light above his head merged into his body.

If you ask when the red-haired young man discovered the problem, the answer is from the very beginning.

The reason is simple. People who believe in gods all have a thread of faith. Mason used Canaan to search carefully three times and found that the other party's thread of faith had been broken.

There are generally only two situations. One is abandoning the faith, and the other is death. Either way there is a problem.

Besides, the faceless statue had no connection with Canaan. No matter how much Duke prayed, he could not offer his faith, let alone the land given by God.

Last but not least, the name Duke is not made up out of thin air, but has a clear record in the church.

He was one of the high-ranking bishops of the church, very powerful, and was sent to the south to deal with the pollution problem. Poison was sent to deal with the pollution in the first place because he lost contact with the church after that.

After that, Duke became a missing person in the church and was later presumed dead.

This was all information that had been confirmed by the church, and Canaan found the investigation very easy. As for why the other party came from the south to the depths of the fog and stayed here, and why the thread of faith was broken, he had a vague premonition in his heart.

Then all that's left is confirmation.

The silver-haired god resisted the pressure of the black mist and injected power into Duke's body. The latter trembled all over, and a great palpitation surged in his heart.

He knelt on the ground, trembling, his lips opening and closing, trying desperately to pronounce the name.

The red-haired young man bent over and put his ear close to hers. The deep voice echoed in his ear, pulling him to think.

"Do you really believe in the Lord of All Things and All Powers?"

"Of course! I am a devout believer of the Lord! My Lord has bestowed me glory and a new life! It symbolizes the endless truth and wisdom of the world! No, no, my Lord is not...ah...no..."

Duke scratched his skin in agony, refusing to stop until blood started dripping.

Aurelius ignored his pain and spoke to him with sharp words.

"Do you remember who you are and why you are here?"

"Do you remember your mission?"

"Are you—really still alive, Bishop Duke?"

The last four words hit Duke like a thunderbolt, making him dizzy. He tried hard to recall: Great Lord of All Things, Great Wise One... Ahhh... Great, Holy, Eternal... Who do I believe in?

Countless scenes flashed through his mind: he left the church to investigate the hand incident, he rested in the local church, fell asleep at night, woke up and wandered in the dilapidated church, was killed by something, he was brought back by the craftsman and placed in a certain city...

Someone dug out his organs and poured in strange liquids, and he came back to life.

A flawless female android stroked his head with her left hand, turned the pages of the book with her right hand, and said in a calm tone: "You are the symbol of wisdom, the supreme creator."

"We ask the Most High to come down and give us eyes and minds to see through the mystery. Thank you for giving us the meaning of life and existence. Your greatness and nobility transcend everything and guide us to seek the truth..."

Duke had a splitting headache and kept rolling on the hard floor.

Those words penetrated into his mind and collided with Duke's cognition. Gradually changing his memory, Duke gradually changed from a devout believer of the Lord of All Things to a follower of the wise man, and the latter was completely unaware.

The two names, [The Wise] and [The Lord of All Things], gradually became confused and finally twisted. So, Duke followed the words of [The Lord of All Things] and stayed here, killing all invaders who approached here for Him.

"I am already dead."

Duke paused in a daze.

His eyes moved, and his left eyeball fell out of its socket. There was no blood inside, but a sticky white-gray filling.

The priest wiped the liquid that had dripped down his cheek with trembling hands, his expression seemed to be both crying and laughing, with great despair on it.

"I am already dead."

"So that's how it is. So that's how it is."

Duke muttered a few words, and then his expression calmed down completely. He bowed to Aurelius.

"Thank you for bringing me back to consciousness. I was sent by the craftsman to stop others from approaching the checkpoint deep in the Swamp Sea. This is the place where the [Double Snake God] and the [Goddess of Nature] fell, and their fragments of godhood are hidden in the core. The two out-of-control pollutants that guard this place with me are called [Portal], which has hundreds of clones here, and it is impossible to tell the real from the fake; the other is called [Eternity], and this territory is its ability. I don't know their specific abilities, but I know that the combination of the two will disrupt people's perception of space and time, and eventually trap them to death here. Only by reaching the true location of the Portal can you find Eternity, so please be careful."

"In addition, I have an unwelcome request. I have mistaken the gods and have committed sin. Only by offering my soul and sacrifice to my Lord can I wash away my sins. When you leave, please burn my body and do not let it mutate into a monster."

Come on, your God doesn't want your soul at all.

The red-haired young man hesitated and tried to struggle: "I think the Lord of All Things and All Powers is so kind that he will definitely forgive your mistakes. How about we try another way?"

Duke was very determined: "Those who blaspheme must be punished. They left a mark on me that leads to the land of sin. My mutilated body exists for this reason."

"...I see."

There's no other way. His body has changed into this state. I can only wait for him to die and collect his soul first.

Besides, Mason was interested in the mark he mentioned.

The old priest knelt on one knee, closed his eyes, and prayed silently in his heart. This is a power only bishops have. They have all been blessed by God and have gone to the immortal land. Therefore, if a bishop dies with a pious heart, his soul can return to the kingdom of God again.

For the bishop, this was the best gift. And for the omnipotent Lord at that time, the souls of believers replenished the consumption of the gods and were a means of maintaining strength.

The pain of the body gradually separated from his spirit, and he seemed to be rising continuously, and finally came to a place of holy light.

The grass was like a carpet of emeralds, and the mountains and rivers in the distance were majestic and beautiful. Gems and pearls were only worthy of being scattered as gravel. A golden-haired knight stood by the river bank surrounded by clouds and nodded gently to him: "The throne is just beyond here, keep going forward."

Duke bowed to him and staggered forward along the long road. The stones and grass under his feet gradually turned into hard golden bricks. Walking on this golden road, the priest finally saw the throne shrouded in clouds.

The throne made of gems and gold was extremely gorgeous, and sculptures of different postures stood on both sides of the road. The eyes inlaid with gems looked at the visitors, and the gods sat high on the throne, their faces blurred behind the clouds, revealing only a hint of the corner of their snow-white robes.

Duke fell to his knees after taking one look, not daring to look directly at his majesty.

The goal he had been pursuing all his life was right in front of him, but it was after he had tarnished his faith. The priest felt extremely ashamed, and he prostrated himself on the ground, his forehead touching the ground, and spoke devoutly.

"My Lord, I have wavered in my faith, which is an unforgivable sin. Please cleanse my heart and body and do not allow them to be stained by defilement. Please accept everything about me. I am willing to give up everything and become your strength."

"I don't need your sacrifice to gain power."

A peaceful voice came from afar. God was as merciful as he thought. But Duke did not come here for this forgiveness.

He could feel his body trembling, and monsters growing under every inch of his flesh. The priest shuddered in agony at the thought of what he would become after death.

He kowtowed again: "I know that I am entangled in sins, and I should not make any more requests to you. I only ask you to allow me one thing. I have the anchor of a craftsman. I am willing to completely dissipate my soul, and I only ask you to bring down divine punishment on those pagans!"

He maintained this posture for a moment, and suddenly his body became relaxed. Duke looked out of the corner of his eye and saw a creeping breath floating towards the throne and being taken into the hands of the god.

He said, "I have heard your wishes. Rest in peace, believer. Your life is over. When the mist clears, you will be reborn."

In reality, Aurelius was lighting a fire, and in front of him was Duke, whose eyes were tightly shut. There was light coming out from under his skin, and a new monster was being bred. The red-haired young man threw the fire he had stirred up, and the grass and the corpse burned together.

The monster, which had not yet completely transformed, tried to crawl out of the sea of ​​fire, but was punched back by the young man and turned into ashes under the burning flames. It was blown away by the wind along with the priest's ashes.

Feeling the heat sweeping over his body, Duke smiled faintly.

His soul turned into a ball of light and merged into the Kingdom of God so that it could be handed over to Gloria later.

Canaan sent the breath into the wound between his chest and abdomen. His fingers did not touch a solid object, but a cavity. The sleeping evil god swallowed the breath in one gulp and immediately became agitated.

Canaan's expression remained unchanged, and he infused divine power to open a path for him to hunt for food.

Without a fixed point, even a god would not be able to break through the black mist and find the owner of the aura. It is precisely because of this that the owner of this aura is so reckless.

But what was hatched inside Canaan was not a god, but a true divine monster.

The silver-haired young man cannot control this evil spirit, and once it appears, it will be out of control. But he can spread the power of the evil spirit through divine descent and divine punishment. This is a new method that Canaan has recently developed, and it happens to be used for the first test.

The breath returned to somewhere at an extremely fast speed, and the connection was established for only a moment, but this was enough for the evil god. He smelled an extremely tempting scent.

He swallowed the dense death energy like a whale, and the complex seals were swallowed directly. It was even easier for him to encounter obstacles of pollutants, and he would tear the opponent into pieces and devour them. The evil god who continuously devoured everything broke through the obstacles and found the target by following the breath.

Above the city of craftsmen, a pair of eyes of different sizes suddenly appeared.

This is really a ridiculous and bizarre scene, which would even make people laugh under normal circumstances. It looks like an embryo with crooked eyebrows, ugly and unsightly.

But at this moment, no one could laugh out loud.

The pupils, one large and one small, were extremely discordant. One was as big as a marble, the other as small as a needle tip. He had no voice, because the evil god had not yet developed an organ called a mouth. Tentacle-like vines of light gradually obscured the light of the mechanical core, and all people and objects could not help but feel a sense of panic that they would be swallowed up.

A beast of lust, a horrible evil, a monster born from nightmares.

You can use any name to describe Him, He does not care at all, and He plunders everything He can devour without restraint.

Buildings, machines, energy, humans, monsters, pollutants...

The whole city was silent for a moment, and then began to shake violently.

Before the panic spread, a graceful figure flew out of the city and faced the indescribable horror. The cold voice was without any emotion.

"Aim the magic cannon at the target and fire."

Following her orders, strange artillery platforms suddenly appeared all over the city. Countless artillery pieces aimed at the target automatically, without anyone manipulating them. If anyone from the Mechanical City was here, they would be shocked. All the artillery platforms were circled with strange patterns, which were all contaminants.

Shells powerful enough to split mountains and rocks were fired at the eyes in the sky, but were swallowed whole by the light vines. The first round of volleys was useless, but fortunately, these pollutants did not need to be refilled at all. The pollution condensed into new shells, attacking the opponent like a torrential rain and a strong wind, getting faster and faster until the night turned into a day covered by a meteor shower. Countless lights and fires attacked the opponent from below, and even a mountain would become a basin.

The blinding light forced people to close their eyes to avoid temporary blindness. Lilith issued new orders without changing her expression. Hundreds of platforms rose from empty spaces in the city, and giant shells shaped like flying birds were automatically fired, crashing into the direction of the attackers. Deafening bombardments broke out one after another. The scorching heat waves swept around, blowing away the false sea of ​​clouds, revealing the cold black curtain behind it.

No one doubted the power of these weapons, and the next thing they should think about is who has the courage to attack the base of the craftsmen. As soon as this thought flashed through everyone's mind, they heard a huge sound like a torrent.

“——”

The sound was inexpressible and meaningless. If anything, it was just like the sound of ore rubbing against each other or water colliding. But the terror that came from nowhere swept through everyone's heart at that moment. Their feet seemed to be rooted and they could not move. They could only stare straight at the highest point and could not close their eyes until they shed tears.

Then they saw it all.

The light faded, and the invader in the sky used flower vines to wrap around the shells that had not yet exploded. The strange eyes had become the same size, and even had a tiny crack at a certain position. The invader stuffed all the shells into the crack like a baby sucking on a pacifier.

It was at this moment that everyone realized with horror what that sound was.

It was not the sound of flowing water, or of minerals, or even of humans or anything else in the world.

It was a cry.

After the monster grew a mouth, it cried out its coming to the world.

There was no wisdom or rationality in those eyes, only the chaotic desire to devour everything. As soon as the oversized baby grew a mouth, it could not wait to start eating. It ate all the shells, and then used the light vines as hands to start destroying buildings, plundering energy, and even wanted to eat the sun that illuminated the city.

The light vines entangled the rotating rings, absorbing energy that made the evil god hungry again. But at this moment, a vast force suddenly rushed out from the center of the city, hitting the evil god hard. The latter staggered in confusion and looked in the direction of the attack.

Hungry, hungry, hungry hungry hungry hungry hungry...

After seeing that energy, the infinite appetite urged the evil god to rush up and bite the opponent again. Unfortunately, this was obviously the opponent's territory, not to mention that the master had no intention of fighting with him. After a few false moves, the evil god was kicked out directly.

At the same time, the power that sustained the advent of the evil god dissipated, and the hungry evil god was forced to return to the kingdom of God, curled up in a narrow flesh rope. He cried, bit, and destroyed until the pollution flooded into his body and soothed him to sleep again.

During this process, the silver-haired young man sitting on the throne remained motionless, allowing the opponent to tear at the gash in his waist and abdomen. Only the veins on the back of his right hand, which was holding the armrest of the throne, bulged. He did not withdraw his hand until the evil god calmed down, and closed his eyes quietly like an ancient sculpture.

Damn, I have no experience for the first time, and I didn’t adjust the vest fusion degree. This is too painful! !

the other side.

After the evil god left, the quiet city became noisy again. The evil god brought great fear, and even the most arrogant out-of-control pollutants hid in the corner and trembled.

Lilith ordered the people and pollutants to start repairing the city, and she walked into the building in the center of the city.

This building is extremely peculiar, with a hexagram structure and a layer of rings. Like the core on the top of the head, the building itself is made of a material that is neither stone nor iron, strong but flexible. When Lilith's information is detected, the ring automatically opens a section to facilitate the other party to enter.

The interior of the building was completely dark, but Lilith was walking as smoothly as if she were walking in the daylight. After walking for an unknown amount of time, she stopped at one place and bowed her head towards the darkness.

"I'm sorry I disappointed you."

There was no sound. Lilith listened quietly and nodded. "I understand. This must be because there is a problem in the Swamp Sea. I will send someone to deal with it."

"You want to send those Black Mist followers? I understand. I will convey your wishes."

After this, the empty hall fell into silence.

Seeing that the other party did not give any orders, Lilith bowed again and turned to walk back the way she came.

She found the Black Mist follower quickly, or rather, it would be strange if she couldn't find him after what she had experienced.

Seeing her coming, Ai Bo smiled slightly. One cannot help but admire his magnanimity, as he remained calm and composed even after encountering such a thing.

This clever mutant had already seen through the other party's intentions: "Nice to meet you again, Miss Lilith, is there anything we can help you with?"

"Send someone to the Swamp Sea. There is something very important to us there. The original guardian had an accident and now needs your help. At the same time, this is also the first test of the craftsman's cooperation. If you two can't even show such sincerity, please go back."

"Since Miss Lilith has said so, the Black Mist believers will help their allies. From now on, I hope the craftsmen will not violate the contract."

"Don't worry, we are trustworthy."

After confirming that the communication was complete, Lilith turned around and was about to leave. Ai Bo suddenly asked, "Speaking of which, Miss Lilith, why did you join the Craftsmen?"

The android paused for a moment, glanced at him, and smiled: "I have no ill intentions, I'm just a little curious. The Mechanical Disaster is known as the first major disaster of the Black Mist Pollution. As the commander of the Mechanical Army at that time, the most proud work of the Mechanical City, and a android that can rival the gods. Your disappearance after that has aroused the curiosity of countless people. Where did you go after that?"

"Master Ham of the Mechanical City - oh, I think you should have heard of this name. He was the chief S-level researcher of the Mechanical City back then, and also your main creator. It is said that he has always been obsessed with you and always mentioned you when teaching the Mechanical City courses. He really has deep feelings for you."

Lilith's face was expressionless when she heard the name. "I'm sorry, I don't have any memories of the past, and I don't know the Ham you mentioned. It was the wise man who fixed me, and it is my duty to join the craftsmen. If you have nothing else to do, I will leave first."

After saying this, she turned away without any regrets, without giving Ai Bo a chance to say anything. The latter shrugged and turned to face the garden: "Teacher, do you think we should go?"

"Since you've already agreed, there's no reason not to go."

The gravekeeper's voice came from the bushes. He was sitting on a chair shaded by the bushes, which just concealed his figure.

"I understand. This time it won't be easy. Who should we send? We still don't have enough people. What the android said is true. I sent bugs to check around. All of them have been brainwashed. Some bugs accidentally touched the pollutants and were killed directly by the other side."

Aibo tilted his head, combining with his half-human, half-insect form, showing an almost bewitching attraction.

"This place is really dangerous. We might really have to pay something this time. Hmm... let me think, Eamon seems to have been out for a long time. Why not let him go for a walk this time?"

......

After Duke's body disappeared, there was no one else in this space.

Oreius told the little flower girl to keep an eye on the Queen of Insects, and the latter promised that she would never give the Queen of Insects any chance to escape.

After doing all this, the red-haired young man began to look for the portal. In his perception, the portal could be in a place that was both very close and very far away, and he could never confirm its exact location.

He tried calling the portal, but there was no response from the other side, which made Orelius feel a little worried. As long as the portal was free, it would be impossible for it to ignore him. It seemed that the portal was in a very bad condition.

In the world of doors.

Just as Oreius guessed, Portal Hun was covered in wounds.

The originally exquisite and luxurious obsidian gate was already in tatters, with several pieces missing from the most serious parts. In comparison, the main body on the opposite side was in a much better condition. The portal was like a meal delivered to its doorstep.

It even had the mood to chat with the portal: "Come to think of it, why did you choose that human as your master? I don't think he has any special qualities except for his blood that can control everything."

"Lord Orelius is very kind. He gave me a lot of blood. It made it possible for me to become stronger. Even if I can't find the ultimate thing, I can continue to evolve."

The portal tried its best to calm its energy fluctuations, and it was almost thanks to the original body that it was a piece of the same skin. He was stalling for time while trying his best to find a way out.

"So that's why you turned to him."

The entity suddenly realized something, and then, it suddenly made a suggestion: "In that case, why don't you join the craftsmen?"

"I know where the Final Thing is, and I can take you to complete your ascension through it. Although only one contaminant can control the authority of the Gate, you have merged the blood of that guy, so you can be considered two different individuals from me. I can find a way to let you be conceived by the Final Thing again, while maintaining your current consciousness, so that you can master new authority."

If the portal had any intention, it would have jumped out. This promise was a heavy one. If it agreed to the other party, it would be able to avoid the danger of being swallowed and completely get rid of its identity as a replica.

The portal had always thought that it was of a noble status, not something that ordinary pollutants could compare to. Knowing that it was a replica was a huge blow to it.

As an entity, the other party sees it clearly.

Rather, the original has seen many copies that cannot accept their own identity. Although these copies all originate from it, the subtle details of their personalities may be more or less different.

The replica in front of it was the most special one it had ever seen. Therefore, the original body spent a lot of effort to persuade the other party: "Your current thoughts are not your true intentions, but the thoughts of that human after being transformed with blood. The real portal is cold and selfish. If you can't beat it, run away. If you can run away, fight. The standards of ordinary people are worthless to you, let alone that shitty loyalty. You don't need to care about anything except the final thing."

Yes, that's right.

That's exactly what I thought before I met Aurelius.

The portal answered silently in its heart, and it even thought that what the other party said made sense. Because it had seen with its own eyes how Oleus used blood to control monsters, and it must have been deeply involved in it and became a member of the controlled monster after absorbing so much blood.

If you don’t run away after this, you’d be a fool, right?

The portal thought silently, confirmed its own ideas, and couldn't help but sigh.

The original body was a little curious: "What's wrong?"

The portal's voice was deep: "I discovered something."

"What is it?"

"What a fool I am!"

As soon as the words fell, the portal disappeared from its original position and attacked the opponent silently.

There are some things that are like this, even if you know there is a problem and your mind is trying to persuade you, your instinct will just kick you and tell you to get lost. So how can you have a say here?

The portal had been kept by Oreius for so long, and the latter had put a lot of effort into it. It was no exaggeration to say that it had been covered in human blood.

In this situation, even though he knew that leaving was the right decision, the portal never thought of doing it.

It! The portal! In this life, I am the pollution of Aureus, and in death, I am the pollution of Aureus!

Even if I die, I must die with the name of Oreius!

The portal roared silently and crashed into it. This attack was completely insignificant to the main body, and at most it made it a little unhappy.

It was unhappy, so it naturally attacked harder. The portal rushed forward with all its might. It was defeated by the fierce attack of the main body, and there was no escape. Until a certain moment, the two portals suddenly paused, and both sensed a new wave in the void.

Is there anything new coming at this time?

The original body knew that it had not called the replica, and the portal thought it was the opponent's reinforcements, and they were all a little solemn. A new portal appeared where they were looking, and before the figure walked out, they heard a complaining voice.

"What kind of place is this? It's so hard to find!"

Red hair, honey skin, wild and unruly. The heart of the portal was high, while the mood of the other party fell to the bottom.

The original body stared at the replica that brought the human here, and soon found the hidden dark red lines on the other party. It secretly clicked its tongue and stared at the newcomer with a fierce look.

To be fair, the red-haired human himself was not a big threat to it. But it would be troublesome if it got his blood on it, and the original body didn't want to become a fool like those copies.

Oleus saw the damaged portal at a glance and couldn't help but frowned: "Are you okay?"

The portal didn't expect the other party to come here to find him: "I'm fine, Lord Orelius, how did you find this place?"

"Of course, let it lead the way."

Oreus raised his chin to indicate. Only those who controlled the authority of the Door could enter and exit this world, which Oreus naturally could not do, but this did not prevent him from finding other pollutants to help.

It was Duke's words before his death that reminded him that since there were hundreds of copies of the portal in this place, wouldn't it be possible to find the location of the portal by just picking one?

So he turned the grassland upside down and finally caught a copy, and let the other party bring him here. It must be said that it is understandable that only the portal can enter here.

Just standing here, Oleus could feel a wave of rejection. All the doors wanted to suck him in. And at the end of the endless depth, there was always an even more terrifying sense of oppression.

Depression, chaos and dead silence.

This was somewhat similar to the aura displayed when the portal went out of control during the Partington incident, but it was much more massive and cold than the latter. It was as if something unknown was hidden inside, always spying on the outside world.

It seems that no matter whether it is a replica or the original, the door leads to this world. The so-called "authority" is the control of this world, right?

After going through so many things, Orelius guessed almost everything in just a few seconds. The portal beside him was moved to pieces, and the temptation from the original body disappeared. It was as clear as a mirror and as calm as water, and it knew that Lord Orelius would not abandon itself!

The red-haired young man crossed the river and demolished the bridge, and handed the door that brought him here to its side: "Look at your shabby appearance, eat something good to replenish yourself."

The newly arrived replica was confused and wanted to resist, but had to obey the pressure of blood and actively contribute its own strength. The damage to the portal was thus restored to some extent, and it continued to confront the original with great momentum.

The original body looked at the conversation between the two people and the door and ignored it. It even ate a copy in front of it. It knew that these two guys had no intention of talking to it. Looking at the arrogant portal again, the original body secretly sneered and thought that it was just a dog relying on the power of others.

Forget it. I finally met such an interesting guy. I thought we could become companions, but I didn't expect that I still have to fight.

The entity snorted and no longer concealed its strength. Its control over this area was superb, far beyond the reach of a portal. The scenery around each person and the portal suddenly changed, and a charred door appeared behind them, swallowing them in one gulp.

Only a fool would fight with these guys. The entity knew where its advantage was. It hummed a song and disappeared on the spot, and suddenly remembered something.

"It's bad, it's bad. I have to go back and tell Eternity. It won't be angry if the caretaker dies, right?"