"I'm not, and I don't know what I am, but in my memory you helped me."
Sarnax seemed to have calmed down, but he suddenly opened his clothes again, revealing half a withered lily of the valley embedded in the position of his heart.
When the black fog surged out, the tentacle-like stamens actually resonated with the memory ice crystals, piecing together an incomplete world map in the air - a gap with a flashing red light was swallowing the edge.
"We don't owe each other anything."
Before he finished speaking, the entire ice field they were in their memory suddenly tilted, and the sound of the forest ranger's bronze tree roots breaking could be heard in the distance.
The tentacles of the You'an Lotus suddenly grew long, and those tissues that could not be distinguished as leaves or flowers tore open cracks in space, revealing the densely packed scarlet eyes of the magma rebels behind them.
"careful!"
One of Chonglou's eyes suddenly opened.
But Sarnax only signaled him to calm down, but he was pierced through the shoulder by a magma spear that suddenly materialized.
Twelve ice walls rose where the black blood dripped - it was a replica of the seal that Yisilin had sealed back then.
"Your strength hasn't recovered enough to fight against these..."
The blood foam he coughed up condensed in the air into a warning: [The magma swallowed the third miracle]
As the soft tentacles gathered around, several of them suddenly transformed into bronze roots - proof that the Ranger's power was being eroded.
Sarnax's final smile carried a certain resolute relief: "If I had known that the icethorn seeds given by Isrin would pollute the earth veins... and would hurt him..."
The unfinished words turned into black mist and dissipated, leaving only a reverse-growing Youanzhan lotus suspended in the air, and the illusion of a baby enveloped in lava emerged from the center of the flower.
The flowing memory fragments slowly calmed down, and Chonglou, also known as the Eight-eyed Demon Lord, appeared again above the wriggling heart with flowing golden light.
The void began to secrete sticky darkness, and His body made a teeth-grinding sound of bones shifting in the dimensional interlayer.
The spines covered with black and gray bone spurs suddenly split open with countless tiny pupils, each of which was chanting blasphemous hymns from different time and space.
When the eight asymmetrical compound eyes simultaneously oozed glittering pus, the scaly-covered body finally revealed its full appearance—it was not the form of a living creature at all, but a living armor composed of countless painful human faces, each face repeating the last scream before being devoured.
The moment his horns pierced the membrane of reality, the entire space began to secrete black mucus.
The surfaces of those curved giant horns suddenly opened their densely packed mouths, gnawing on the memory fibers that suddenly materialized in the air.
When He surrounded the beating heart, all the bone spurs suddenly grew red mycelium like nerve bundles, piercing the surface of the heart into honeycomb-like holes.
Inside the gaping mouth was a swirling nebula, and deep in the throat floated three teeth gnawing at each other.
The moment the heart was swallowed, human eyeballs simultaneously popped out from the suckers of all the jellyfish tentacles, recording the following blasphemous scene with a 360-degree perspective:
The puppets' ceramic skin melted first, revealing a fleshy module of gears and blood vessels underneath.
The monsters with black tentacles suddenly knelt in a circle, their spines bursting, and fragments of parchment covered with ancient texts sprayed out from the broken parts.
The most terrifying thing was a puppet wearing a golden crown - its head suddenly turned 180 degrees, its jaw split into four parts, and it crawled towards the four people who were watching at the collapsed area in a strange posture.
Red liquid oozed out from all angles of the planes. It was not blood but the burning of a living being with independent consciousness.
As they submerged the golden beads, the precious metals suddenly grew shark-like teeth and began to tear the silk ribbons apart frantically.
The silver gravel hatched into a translucent embryo in the blood, and a human face mark exactly the same as the one on its horns appeared on its surface.
Every time the water level rises, space folds. Now you can see the blood tide floating in the depths:
- A baby's hand cast in bronze
- Thawing Ice Crystal Brain
- Twelve skeletons wearing modern chemical protective suits
The moment the last piece of silk was corroded into a neural network, the entire space suddenly spasmed like a uterine contraction - something even older was awakened by this feeding.
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"What do we do now? The tide is coming in?"
Blore lowered his voice, as if afraid to disturb the silence.
His nose twitched slightly, and he smelled the salty smell of sea water mixed with rotten metal - no, it was not sea water at all, but something more viscous and more alive.
"Those magical creatures outside I just saw are going crazy again..."
Ma Tuan's voice was also very low, and his eyes were looking outside.
Through the thin film of water, they could see that the outside world was distorting - the tentacles of the luminous jellyfish that were originally floating in the air were now twitching wildly, as if they were hit by an invisible electric current, their umbrellas cracked, revealing the densely packed fangs inside.
"It's no use for us to stay here."
No one objected.
The four of them exchanged glances, and finally, Blore, who was in the front, took the lead and took the first step cautiously.
The water film wrapped around them, blocking out the smell but not the sound - in the distance came the "sizzling" sound of something being dissolved, like flesh and blood being corroded by strong acid, or like metal slowly rusting.
The world outside seemed to have gone completely mad.
Blood-red water gushed out from nowhere, spreading as if it had life, swallowing everything.
Those strange creatures—deformed monsters with black tentacles, translucent gelatinous life forms, and even originally harmless luminous floating bodies—were all covered in blood. Their limbs twitched, but they could not break free and could only watch themselves being "digested" bit by bit.
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