"I'm leaving now."

On the fifteenth floor of the Spiral of Silence, Igula, who was covered in bandages, did not seem surprised when he heard Black Crow's words. He was half lying on the carpet, leaning against the sundries. His smooth golden hair was tied up by Gwen, revealing his neck that looked like white silk satin. His upper body was naked, and his lower body was casually wrapped with a curtain. In addition, he was covered with injuries. In his own words, he was like a toy that had been played with but still had to continue to receive customers.

Gwen was holding a small knife, scraping off the rotten flesh on Igula's body that was burnt by the thunder and water arrows, and then using water therapy to regenerate flesh and blood. She had to be very careful, because the trickster could not bear more blood loss. His face was as pale as paper, but he was still calm in this torture that was almost like slow slicing - the psychic was best at cutting off his own pain perception.

Many people think that the main purpose of the psychic school is to deceive others, but psychic magic is more used to deceive oneself. It doesn't hurt to deceive oneself, and it doesn't matter to deceive oneself. As long as you deceive yourself long enough and deeply enough, it seems that you can really get used to loss and separation.

The trickster's lips moved slightly, and he seemed to be preparing many words in his throat, but in the end, they only became a question:

"Leaving now?"

Black Crow stood up, still wearing a cape and a mask. Although he had experienced a fierce battle in the Holy Land, to him, it was just that his clothes were a little torn and the bloody smell on his body was a little stronger. His injuries were only as serious as Igula's, but in his career as a warrior, this injury was not even in the top five.

Although he couldn't use magic to heal himself, Black Crow was good at healing himself. He could stop bleeding with muscles, manually set bones, and even sew damaged internal organs with needles and thread outside the body... Unlike Igula, Black Crow was very worry-free. Not only could he heal himself, but he didn't say a word during the whole process.

As if he could really get used to the pain.

"Let's go now." Black Crow fiddled with his wrist, "I have basically recovered my ability to move. With my mental skills, the Four Pillars of God on the ground can't find me."

"Why are you in such a hurry?" Gwen was a little surprised: "And where are you going, Mr. Tamashi?"

"Go find Tanomu."

Black Crow said calmly: "I was the one who released her, so it is my responsibility to hunt her down. Every second she is free, she poses an increased threat to innocent people. Maybe someone has already been harmed because of her."

"I don't regret letting her go, and I am willing to bear all the consequences. When she leaves the Spiral of Silence alive and regains her freedom, it also means that my punishment will officially begin - this time, not for revenge, not for justice, but because it is my sin. Only with Tanom's blood can my soul return to freedom."

Igula suddenly sneered and said, "You make me feel so guilty, Mr. Wu Shi. It's all my fault for dragging you down. Otherwise, the evil Mercury Trojan Horse would have been killed on the spot by you."

"No," said Black Crow, "I don't mean to blame you."

"But you feel so guilty for saving me. You have to bear the punishment and the consequences. Doesn't this mean that saving me is a sin?" Igula said slowly, "Ah, I feel guilty too. Wait a moment, I will go with you to hunt down the Mercury Trojan!"

"Okay, if you really feel guilty." Black Crow said, "You are very suitable to be a White Crow."

The trickster slowly put away his exaggerated smile, stared at the black crow for a while, and replied expressionlessly: "I am not a crow that kills all believers."

"You won't feel guilty either." said Black Crow.

"You don't need to feel guilty." Igula said, "It is the Qinri Alliance's responsibility to eradicate the Mercury Trojan Horse, it is the magician's responsibility, but not the responsibility of an ordinary person like you. You have no sect, no followers, and you have nothing to protect. No matter how harmful the Mercury Trojan Horse is, it has nothing to do with you. The higher your status, the greater your responsibility. You are a crow as lowly as dust. You don't need to feel guilty for not protecting world peace. Even if you tell others about it, it will only make people laugh."

"I can't argue with you." Black Crow said, "But I know what I want to do."

"Are you willing to do that?" Igula said, "You could have left Senluo with us and started a new life in a new country, without having to struggle for survival or struggle with hatred. You could have many friends, a new home, and even rebuild your Yashajin... You are only one step away from the future, but you insist on being trapped in the past?"

"I am unwilling to give up," Black Crow said, "but I will not give up."

"Although I have to say goodbye to you, it is not a farewell forever. After I kill Tanomu, I will come to find you; or after you settle down, you can also come back to Senluo to find me. There are countless possibilities for our future. As long as there is a chance, we will definitely see each other again."

"I was really happy when Ash wanted me to go with him." Black Crow lowered his head and looked at his palms. "I was so happy that I wanted to jump up when I saw you guys came to save me. I know that I failed your expectations. You went through so much trouble to find me, but in the end, I ran away by myself."

"I dare not ask for your forgiveness, but..."

Black Crow looked at Igula and Gwen and spread his hands: "We killed all the crows, that's it. But even if I am 99% wrong, don't you think you are not 1% wrong for treating me as a friend?"

Gwen and Igula were both stunned.

Then the trickster picked up the copper wine bottle and threw it over: "You didn't learn the good things, but you learned all of Ash's shortcomings."

"I actually like this good point of his. Don't look for the reasons in yourself when something goes wrong, but blame others first." Black Crow took the copper wine bottle and said softly, "Please apologize to the others for me. I'm really sorry for causing you so much trouble these days."

"Aren't you going to wait for Mr. Ash to come back?" Gwen asked.

"When he comes back, I might not be able to leave." Black Crow shook his head and turned to leave: "It took me a long time to make up my mind just now."

"And the longer we wait, the deeper Tanomu will hide. The sooner we catch up with her, the more likely we are to catch her."

Gwen winked at Igula, signaling the Trickster to keep Black Crow. As long as he could wait until Ash came back, or if Igula could persuade him with emotion and reason, Black Crow's determination might be shaken, and he would give up the bright future of hunting down the Mercury Trojan Horse and pursue a vulgar life of luxury with everyone else.

However, Igula just looked at Black Crow's back as he left and sighed softly.

The trickster knew that it was impossible for him to persuade Black Crow. In the final decision, Black Crow violated his belief and let the mercury horse go in order to save Igula. This shows that Black Crow has walked out of his own way. He is reinterpreting what "crows kill all" means with his own life, and he is not just a blind believer of "crows kill all" like before.

Once faith becomes a shackle, destruction is only a matter of time.

But he was only reinterpreting his faith, not giving it up completely, so he would have to continue hunting down the Mercury Trojan to gain inner peace, and would never give up his persistence for the sake of life.

Faith is to discover divinity from human nature.

"Perhaps," Igula murmured, "not all fish should live in the same sea..."

Gwen asked, "Mr. Igula, do you really not care that Mr. Tamashi left?"

How could I care? I needed him as a friend before because he was still useful. Now that he is chasing the mercury Trojan, he is no longer useful, and naturally he is not a friend...

Igula coughed and felt his stomach reflux. He whispered, "Black Crow."

"Ah?" Black Crow turned his head as he walked to the fog gate.

"See you next time." Igula patted Gwen's shoulder and gestured for them to wave together.

Black Crow was startled, then waved his hand vigorously in response: "See you next time——"

boom!

The heaven and earth suddenly shook violently, and the hall seemed to be about to collapse at any time!

Gwen immediately pounced on Igula and spread her wings to pick up the Trickster, but at this moment, a huge crack suddenly appeared in the hall. Gwen couldn't fly no matter how hard she tried. Instead, she was like encountering an invisible torrent and was washed into the crack in an instant!

The moment Gwen fell into the crack, Igula dragged his broken body and rushed over, grabbing Gwen's wrist tightly at the edge of the crack to prevent her from falling!

He also spread out his virtual wings, trying to use the atmospheric pressure to pull Gwen up, but Gwen seemed to be as heavy as a thousand pounds, and no matter how hard Igula tried, he couldn't pull her up an inch!

“Black Crow!——” Igula roared: “Come and help me!”

He turned his head and saw that the position of the black crow just now was exactly in the center of the crack. The terrifying and strange crow had killed all the warriors and had disappeared.

The trickster's mind was numb. He originally thought that Oneva was the biggest crisis of this adventure, but he didn't expect to encounter Mercury Trojan who led the Black Feather Guard. After temporarily defeating Mercury Trojan, the biggest threat, the Spiral of Silence suddenly collapsed again.

Are they the most unlucky people in the whole world?

However, when Igula looked up, he saw countless people who were more unfortunate than them falling down.

Four-pillar magicians, alliance magicians, combat magicians, healing magicians, logistics, archers, messengers, engineers... Thousands of Senluo people continuously fell from the cracks above and landed in the cracks below. These people spread their virtual wings, drove magic spirits, performed miracles, and tried their best to resist this helpless fate, but in the end they could only merge into the water like a drop of water and flow into the spiral of silence.

People fell like rain.

Igula watched this scene, his fingernails almost digging into Gwen's wrist. Gwen felt pain, but didn't say a word, enduring the pain and grabbing Igula's wrist.

…

…

On the 18th level of the Spiral of Silence, the seriously injured Ash opened his eyes and found himself in the arms of Silver Lantern. He subconsciously patted the Dao Le Sword on himself, and his memory quickly recovered. With fear in his eyes, he grabbed Silver Lantern's shoulders and whispered, "Silver Lantern, Vichy is--"

Ash was silent.

Because Yin Deng ignored him completely.

He looked up at the sky along the line of sight of the silver lamp and was also stunned by the scene before him.

A huge crack tore through the sky, and people were raining down continuously. From a distance, the people were condensed into black dots, as if a group of garbage was falling.

Their destination was also a crack, but it was a very thin gap. Ash turned his head and saw a crack about the width of a finger on the ground, like a groove in the ground.

It is impossible for a person to squeeze into such a small crack. So if someone squeezes in, he is no longer a person.

Those who were washed down began to melt in midair. Their arms, thighs, bodies, heads, everything melted into water, gathering into a curtain of water that flowed into the narrow cracks precisely and cruelly.

Ash couldn't hear any screams, only the sound of rushing water.

"What... is down there?" Ash asked blankly.

This is already the eighteenth level of the Spiral of Silence, and it is also the lowest level that a Senluo magician can reach. Theoretically, there is no lower level.

"It is the destination, the hometown, death, and darkness." Vichy closed his notebook, stared closely at the still silent gods, and explained:

"It's also a virtual realm."