Fog.

The waves swept across the long and narrow valley, making a thunderous sound. In the gray world, two figures slowly walked out.

"Is this the position you chose?" Under the black hood, An Qingyu's cheeks were slightly raised. Without the elegant black glasses, his temperament was a little cold.

"There's nothing we can do. The hell that Nicholas set up has been destroyed, so we can only open up a new space." [Chaos] shrugged, a look of helplessness appearing on his dark face.

[Chaos] raised his palm towards the center of the canyon and gently clenched it.

The invisible air waves squeezed and dispersed, and the surging waves in the canyon suddenly stopped. The next moment, the entire sea area with howling winds became calm, like a dark green mirror, reflecting the ruggedness of the canyons on both sides.

As [Chaos] fell on the sea, a ripple gently rose up, turning into a vortex that shattered the mirror surface and extended to the deep seabed, with no end in sight.

He carried the remains of the [Black Goat] and leaped lightly, disappearing into the vortex. An Qingyu narrowed his grey eyes and also walked into the vortex.

The whirlpool of the deep sea swept around Anqingyu, and after a moment, their figures strangely flew out from another upside-down sea surface.

The fog, the sea, the canyon, everything is the same as the sea in reality. The only difference is that there is no sun or moon in this world. The chaotic sky presses down on the sea and the canyon, giving people a dull feeling of oppression.

"You created a mirror world?" A flash of gray appeared in the depths of An Qingyu's eyes, and he instantly analyzed this world.

"Of course." Chaos chuckled, "The Black Goat is only half alive. Before the Gate Key is revived, you can't play a big role except for sacrificing to the Gate of Truth. I haven't recovered to my peak strength yet. If they join forces to encircle and suppress me, it will be a troublesome matter.

Although this place is not as good as the real kingdom of God, it is extremely difficult to be discovered, and we can rest here slowly."

An Qingyu nodded, his eyes swept across the two towering and opposing black straits in front of him, and he walked towards one of the straits alone.

"Don't interfere with other people's business. This half is mine."

Chaos raised his eyebrows when he saw this, "Wait."

An Qingyu stopped, frowned and looked back.

"If you want that half, that's fine, but you'd better give me a definite answer. When will the [Key to the Gate] be revived?"

"The Gate of Truth has not been repaired enough. It will take some time."

"For a while, how long is that?"

"About four or five years."

"Are you kidding me?" [Chaos] narrowed his eyes, and a sinister look appeared on his dark face.

An Qingyu stared at him for a long time, then spoke slowly:

"Do you think I'm kidding?"

As soon as the words fell, the atmosphere in the Strait froze.

"What about those Mi-Go? Can't they sacrifice their lives to speed up the revival of the [Key to the Gate]?" After an unknown amount of time, [Chaos] spoke.

"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 the [Key to the Gate], they have been sacrificed to the point of almost extinction. Even if the remaining ones are added together, they can't make much progress.

If you think I'm lying to you, you can just kill me and see if the [Key to the Gate] can be revived. "

An Qingyu's words became sharper and sharper. A cold wind blew through the canyon, making the black robe rustle.

Chaos frowned tightly and squinted at An Qingyu, as if he wanted to directly see into 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 revival of the [Key to the Gate]..."

An Qingyu did not answer. He put his hands in his black robe, turned around and disappeared into the strait on one side. The rolling gray fog enveloped half of the strait like a tornado, like an impenetrable wall.

[Chaos] withdrew his gaze and returned to his own strait. He sat cross-legged on a huge rock with his palms spread out. A miniature model of a hospital appeared in his palms.

"Next, I will completely control you..."

…

Asylum of the Gods.

Dungeon.

The originally empty cell was now filled with green figures. Ah Zhu curled up on the damp ground, her face pale, as if she was asleep.

In the cell opposite him, a figure covered in blood was leaning against the edge of the wall, and it was unclear whether he was dead or alive.

"Butler, butler..."

A voice came from next door.

The blood-covered figure suddenly opened his eyes, turned around and gestured to the cell next door to keep quiet, "Keep your voice down! That guy can hear you!"

The sound from next door suddenly disappeared. After a moment, a hand reached out from the fence, dipped some water, and began to write on the ground:

——Butler, Ah Zhu is going to starve to death.

Seeing this line of words, Li Yifei's bloodstained face trembled slightly, sighed, and stretched out his hand to write:

——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 suffer some pain.

Just as it was written on the panel, "As a mythical creature killed by your own hands, you have the right to decide the fate of its soul." It was Lin Qiye who killed them, and it was also Lin Qiye who hired them as caregivers. Even though [Chaos] now controls part of the hospital, it cannot decide their life or death, so it can only lock them up in the dungeon.

—Butler, when will this day end?

Seeing this line of words, Li Yifei shook his head and continued to write:

--have no idea.

——If He completely controls the hospital, will we be dead?

--……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 his body by [Chaos] emerged... Given the situation at the time, it was hard to say whether Lin Qiye was still alive.

Who would have thought that Yelande, who looks the most amiable, is actually Chaos?

Is there nothing they can do except wait to die here?

Li Yifei clenched his fists tightly, his heart filled with resentment and anger. He raised his hand covered with blood scabs and slammed it heavily on the fence, but it did not move at all.

After an unknown amount of time, in the darkness, Li Yifei sighed bitterly...

Hunger and pain gradually occupied his mind, his consciousness gradually became blurred, and he knew that he was not far from death this time.

In a trance, he seemed to have a dream. He saw a young man wearing Han Dynasty Confucian clothing, slowly walking towards him...

The young man squatted down in front of him, patted his shoulder lightly, and said with a smile:

"It's time to respond to the [Holy Covenant]... Li Yifei, don't forget the mission that master entrusted to you."

At the moment when Li Yifei was about to close his eyes, he saw a shadow slip from the young man's palm into his hand...

It was a white chess piece.