Since leaving the top of the mountain, Vanna and Morris have been fighting against the "fakes" that keep appearing in the fog. They can't remember how many monsters formed by elements they have killed along the way, but one thing is very clear, no matter how many they kill, these monsters will always be quickly replenished from the fog.

Simply destroying these copies is useless.

Morris stared at the thick fog. From time to time, a faint silver light flowed in his eyes. He tracked the flashes of thought that occasionally appeared in the fog, trying to determine where the controllers behind those monsters were.

After a while, he suddenly looked up in a certain direction: "This way."

Vanna immediately stretched out her hand and grabbed the air, condensing a new giant sword from the ubiquitous mist, and walked in front of Morris.

They walked through the fog, through the deserted streets, relying on the dim street lights around them to barely determine the location of nearby buildings. From time to time, they heard distant sounds - sometimes it was the sound of the city guards fighting monsters, sometimes it was strange whistles and roars, and sometimes there were even cries for help that seemed to be very close.

But in those places where the cries for help came from, there was always only surging black mud.

The fog was flowing, and the outlines of the buildings in the fog seemed to flow with it. Those hazy outlines seemed to come alive. The tall towers in the fog turned into giants of flesh and blood, with huge tentacles and eyestalks spreading from the roof. Even the street lights on both sides gradually began to shake, and the dark lamp posts bent down like soft plants, and the lights turned into a group of turbid yellow eyes.

At this moment, a low and gentle prayer voice suddenly came from the front, interrupting Morris's thoughts and causing the scenery in front of him to quickly return to its original state.

Vanna was praying softly, and layers of light like water waves spread outward from her, disturbing the thick fog.

"Be careful, there are things in the fog that can disturb people's reason," Vanna said without looking back after finishing a prayer, "We have stayed in this fog for too long."

"It doesn't really have much of an impact," Morris said casually. "Having hallucinations and auditory hallucinations occasionally is normal for me. I'm used to it."

"…I should talk to Heidi about your attitude towards health the next time I correspond with her."

The corner of Morris' mouth twitched immediately, and he was about to say something, but at this moment, a flowing mist suddenly floated over from the side. He felt his vision blurred for a moment, and then Vanna disappeared from his sight.

The old scholar immediately stopped and called out while being alert to his surroundings: "Vanna?"

The fog was flowing quietly, and no one here responded to his call.

Morris's nerves gradually tensed up and he looked around quickly.

He didn't know when, but there was only endless pale fog all around. The buildings that were barely visible in the fog had disappeared, and even the dim street lights had disappeared from his sight. In the depths of this pale chaos, he suddenly saw something.

It was a huge shadow, like an extremely huge tower, but if you look closely, you can see that thing is shaking and wriggling slightly. It seems to be the tentacle of some huge sea monster, reaching from the sky to the earth, licking the things on the earth. Maurice was unconsciously attracted by the hazy outline of the huge tentacle. He stared at it, feeling as if he could draw truth and mystery from its huge and terrifying shadow.

The next second, Morris frowned and shook his head.

There's no truth to this stuff; it's just some kind of deceptive illusion.

"Um?"

Suddenly a voice was heard in the fog, as if someone was surprised. Morris instantly looked in the direction where the voice came from. He saw that the huge illusion in the distance disappeared, and a tall and thin figure was walking out of the fog.

“You are not affected at all - how surprising.” The tall and thin figure became solid, revealing a middle-aged man wearing a dark blue jacket and holding a large black leather book in his hand. Behind this middle-aged man, a pitch-black chain extended from his cervical vertebra to mid-air. At the end of the chain, a jellyfish-like creature that expanded and shrank like smoke floated in the air.

Morris said nothing, but just stared at the Annihilation Cultist who was in symbiosis with the "Smoke Jellyfish", paying close attention to every move of the other party.

"Don't be so nervous, old man. I don't mind chatting with you. Anyway, the final day of advent has arrived, and I have a lot of time now." The middle-aged man laughed, his tone was unexpectedly calm. "I'm really curious, why were you not affected after witnessing the Lord's posture? You can see those illusions, which shows that your spiritual vision is indeed sufficient, but you... are not crazy?"

"I'm sorry, but I'm mentally healthy and won't fall into confusion because of some bewitching illusions," Morris said calmly, while silently chanting the name of Lahem, the god of wisdom, in his heart. "Where did you take my companion?"

"Don't worry about others for now, old man, you are now..."

The cultist had just finished speaking when Morris suddenly fixed his eyes and pointed his finger at the opposite side: "Lomonsov inequality group!"

The vast amount of knowledge was compressed into words, and a huge amount of information poured into the target's thought process. The cultist's figure shook for a moment, and he lowered his head as if in pain.

But just as Morris was about to release the second mental bombardment, a strong sense of vigilance suddenly sounded in his heart. He suddenly closed his mouth and tried his best to restrain his thoughts. At almost the same time, he saw the cultist suddenly raised his head with a hint of mockery in his eyes.

The mental bombardment recoiled and Morris felt dizzy for an instant - fortunately he reacted in time and the dizziness was not serious.

"What a pity," the cultist spread his hands and looked at the shaking old scholar mockingly, "I don't think I'm afraid of this..."

"boom!"

Before the cultist finished his words, the smoke jellyfish floating behind him began to shrink violently, and the next second, accompanied by the sudden expansion of the jellyfish, a huge black fireball appeared in front of the cultist - the fireball whistled and exploded in the air, and the next second it slammed heavily into the position where Morris was standing!

Black smoke filled the air, and even the surrounding fog was shaking violently. The Annihilation Cultist looked at the smoke that had not yet dissipated and shook his head regretfully: "So many 'shells' were destroyed by the mind shock. Do you think I would show up unprepared? What a pity. Knowledge is not equal to wisdom."

"Dang--Crack!"

The sound of something falling to the ground suddenly interrupted the cultist's mumbling. His eyes widened instantly and he used magic to summon the power of a strong wind to blow away the black smoke - a shattered prism appeared before his eyes.

The broken surface of the prism still vaguely retained an image of Morris.

"Prism? 'Optical Deception'?!"

The believer reacted suddenly and looked in a certain direction nearby the next second. Almost at the same time, Morris' figure appeared in the empty space.

The figure raised his right hand towards him and spoke slowly and clearly, word by word: "McAfeeney conjecture and proof."

However, this time, the cultist who lived in symbiosis with the smoke jellyfish did not even shake his body. He no longer concealed himself and directly reached out to grab the floating chain behind his neck. While absorbing the power of the deep demon, he stared at the old scholar not far away: "I'm sorry, I actually graduated from the Department of Mathematics of the Central University of Moko City-State..."

"Click."

The crisp sound of a moving bolt suddenly reached his ears, and another figure of Morris appeared directly behind the cultist, with a revolver pressed directly against the back of the latter's head.

"Bang!"

After a gunshot, the corpse with a big brain hole fell down, and the dark demon that coexisted with it quickly dissipated with a roar.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier that you graduated from college?"

The old scholar blew on the muzzle of his gun, put away the pistol and shook his head. Opposite him, the figure of the other "Morris" disappeared like morning dew, and where the phantom disappeared, a small crystal prism fell to the ground and broke into pieces.

Morris looked at the broken prism with some pain, then lowered his head and poked the cultist's body with his cane in contempt.

"I wasted both of my prisms—and your college diploma."

As he was speaking, the surrounding fog suddenly began to flow again, and the scenery in the fog changed rapidly. The outlines of buildings and lights that had disappeared once again appeared in Morris's field of vision. Then, he saw Vanna running towards him quickly from the side.

"Are you okay?!" Without waiting to get closer, Fanna asked nervously, "You suddenly disappeared just now..."

"I thought you disappeared," Morris waved his hand, "It looks like it's just some temporary illusion... Wait a minute."

He suddenly remembered something, and as he spoke, Vanna suddenly stopped a few meters away.

"Let's confirm if it's true first." They said in unison.

Then they looked at each other and said in unison: "Lost Hometown!"

"It seems to be true." After confirming that there was no abnormality in either of them, Morris nodded, "It won't hurt to be cautious."

Fanna was the first to notice the corpse of the cultist lying on the ground. Her expression changed slightly, "Did you take care of this?"

"I met someone with a high level of education," Morris nodded, "and had some academic exchanges. Fortunately, I have a better idea for solving the problem."

Vanna: “……?”