Wizards of the North

This time, the relationship with the derivative body is no longer simply blocked, but cut off. Even if he is beside him, he is no longer under control.

However, there is still a link between it and the derivative. This connection is extremely vague, more like an illusion caused by wound pain.

Mogen felt flustered, but still forced his composure-the time that should come will come, right?

As the surging river rolls away, the fog slowly rises from the surface of the river, and gradually becomes diffuse. Slowly, even it couldn't see the specific situation on the river.

A breeze formed with the rushing river, gently pushing away the fog that was rushing to the bank. As a result, the mist became thinner and thinner, and finally dissipated into invisible, turning into a part of the breeze to blow over.

Feeling the freshness in the breeze, Mogan felt refreshed.

Then, I couldn't help being overjoyed in a sudden—magic!

Since being imprisoned here, he has never gained any magic power from the outside world. This cage is clean and pure and outrageous, shutting off all internal and external communication, of course, including the ubiquitous magic.

Now, magical power is pouring in with that river...

--magic!

The magic root stretched out a tentacled and slowly plunged into the dense fog, and quietly stretched out to the river surface. It needs to replenish its magic power too much. Since it has given a chance to breathe, it shouldn't care about taking more.

Moreover, it is not too greedy, it is really just "a little bit".

Complex, this is the feeling when the tentacles penetrate into the dense fog. That thick fog was formed by countless kinds of magic power rising out of it, of course, it also included the kind that it was most familiar with and understood. Therefore, it will feel fresh and invigorated when the breeze blows.

--opportunity!

The demand for magic instantly turned into a new luxury, and the tentacles accelerated into the river with the emergence of the luxury, so eagerly.

Some are exactly as it expected, the river is entangled by countless magical tributaries; some are far beyond expectation, it is an incomprehensible aggregation form, although they are in balance with each other, they are very fragile.

-Too fragile to hold any foreign objects.

As soon as Fang entered, Mo Gen felt a palpitation. Only driven by extravagant hopes, it failed to make the right choice. It just wants to seize the opportunity to find and hold its own tributary.

While this river has just formed, some loopholes have not yet been discovered. It does not want to, and cannot miss this opportunity, even if it takes some risks for it...

As long as you get rid of the prison, you can let it roam the stars. Even if he can't provoke the death **** in front of him-that hateful black cat, it can hide far away...

Relying on its intuition, it instantly found its own among countless tributaries.

"Goodbye-silly cat!"

After the tentacle held the tributary tightly, it proudly said goodbye.

gone! Following this tributary, it will pry open the door to the magic sea. Following the thoughts in his mind, the fruit in the body faintly appeared, and then it did not hesitate to force the fruit to the position of the tentacles.

The gate to the sea of ​​magic is naturally opened. It seems a little different from the past, but it has too late to distinguish carefully.

If it weren't for an extremely unknown feeling that made the whole body numb, it stopped the figure at the last minute...

But it was still a little late, part of the body had already squeezed through the door, allowing it to see the scene behind the door.

There is not the magic sea that it is familiar with. Although it exudes the unique atmosphere of the magic sea, it knows-that is not!

Because-the countless tributaries are not well-defined, they are mixed and mottled. Beneath the mottled, it faintly reveals a trace of what it least wants to see-deep and dark.

It was stuck there, looking at the scenery inside and outside the door.

Inside the door, a little bit of mottled appeared darkly, turning into a black cat and looked at it jokingly; outside the door, countless tributaries rotated around the open door.

door?

No, that's just the folds formed when it lifts the veil. Now-this layer of folds is becoming extremely heavy, falling like a guillotine in an unstoppable posture.

-Retreat!

But suddenly realized that it was not its tentacles holding the tributary, but the tributary gently holding it.

This is really terrible!

It can not care about a piece of tentacles or even part of the body, but it can't care about the flesh-and-blood fruit. So, it hesitated when it shouldn't hesitate the least...

The time is fleeting, the guillotine has closed, but this is only the beginning of a sudden change.

As the veil fell, countless tributaries became more and more hideous. As it just perceives, the balance formed between the tributaries is extremely fragile...

Now it understands why this balance is so fragile and so easy to break, because that was the mechanism that triggered the trap.

It's just that it is too late to understand, and it will pay the price for its recklessness and slowness.

It didn't even know what happened at the bottom, and the body on the river surface was torn to pieces. Fortunately, the remnant body that did not enter the river was also knocked out by the power of destroying the world. Tumbled and fell to the ground like a rag bag, leaving a long slippery mark.

That's it!

The Demon Root at this time is very eager to faint like a mortal, but it is not a mortal...

But in the face of a heavy blow, its response was not much different from that of ordinary things. It began to be annoyed, and began to curse—damage the cat! Bad species!

This time-it is really over! It has completely lost its ability to protect itself. You don't have to guess, that black cat will soon come and clean up.

So the magic root began to abandon himself, and began to show the final madness.

"It's funny and awesome!

I am just one of many tributaries, and you don't have to provoke others for me. You are so - amazing, you have provoke so many at once. "

The joking voice sounded not far away, and the curse of the magic root gradually subsided.

Yeah, it's funny. Today it is nothing more than a tattered joke, and the curse continues to make people laugh.

So it closed its eyes and waited for death.

But after waiting for a long time, the expected fatal blow never came. In desperation, it couldn't help but sigh: "What are you waiting for?

All this is to harvest life, right?

So this is the most interesting time, right?

——I should have thought about it, death! Because this is the meaning of your existence. "

"No—you know nothing about death.

We do not refuse to harvest life, but that does not mean that we will enjoy harvesting life, nor does it mean that it will be the meaning of our existence.

It's instinct to tease the prey under the claws. In the game, I was able to spend a lot of boring time and get the simplest happiness.

My purpose was never to harvest your humble life.

From the moment you see me and recognize that I am the **** of death, something is doomed. Sooner or later you will fall into the arms of death, and I have enough patience to wait until that day comes.

I hope that the later the day the better, because you can bring greater fun while you are alive. Also because there were a lot of words that I could not hear clearly.

Now from the first sentence, ‘goodbye-silly cat! 'let's start"

Magic root...