Wizards Under Cthulhu

"Are you sure you want to go? That Mead has become one of the leaders of the monks, do you know what this means?" Before Norman could answer, the Pain Witch replied very seriously: "It means that she has completely sunk in In the pain Leviathan weaves."

　　 "Please tell me, where is it?" Norman still insisted.

After a few seconds of silence, the Painful Witch said: "The entire maze world is Leviathan's body, a place close to God! Let go of your mind, the brightest place is Leviathan's heart. She is there, she should be. Say, all the chiefs are there!"

　　 "Thank you Lord!" Norman's figure slowly faded in front of the Painful Witch and Czumel, disappearing.

　　 "My lord!" Kesumel looked anxious when he saw this scene.

　　 "If he can bring people out of there, his understanding of power will inevitably rise to a new level." The Pain Witch's eyes looked in one direction.

　　 "If by any chance he...our plan, just..." Kesumel regained his composure and said.

"If he goes crazy, can you and I stop him?" The Pain Witch asked back, and then sighed softly, "Even without him, we have planned for so long, the plan will not change much, but the loss may be even greater. !"

　　 "Yes." Kesumel nodded, and she also looked in the direction the Pain Witch was looking.

　　 Actually, she doesn't know if it is in the right direction, but the only thing she can do is follow Master Pain Witch to look there.

　　 This is the second time she feels helpless since she became a miracle wizard.

　　 The first time, it was when there was a riot in the truth of the wizard's main city.

strength! Kesumel decided that no matter what the result was, she must work harder to gain strength.

　　 There are endless wailing sounds everywhere, and various peculiar creatures are tortured like ordinary people without any power.

　　 There is no more holy light here, and it is filled with the smell of blood.

　　 is not a racial creature, blood is not a color, let alone a taste. Therefore, the vision is colorful, weird and inexplicable; in the air, there is a peculiar smell.

　　 No matter what the color is, no matter what the taste is, as a creature, you will feel a tremor from the soul.

　　 The air is full of free energy.

　　 These energies are like swarms of sharks, waiting for opportunities, looking for the existence of a little bit of desire.

　　Desire is their most sensitive blood. Once they appear, they will turn into various irresistible instruments of torture and appear on the other side.

　　Because desires exist, they exist. This is the rule of the maze world, and nothing can resist.

　　 The moment Norman appeared, it was like a sea of ​​seductive fragrance.

　　 The chaotic, dark, evil desire is full of fatal attraction.

　　 In less than a second, Norman's body was already full of terrifying rifts.

　　 Spikes, hooks, iron thorns full of rust... emerged from Norman's skin.

　　 It's just that in Norman's skin, what came out of it was not blood, but an even more chaotic breath.

　　 Only Norman's left eye is still intact. What he saw with his left eye was changed by an invisible rhythm to the most fundamental rules.

　　 Norman looked at all this blankly, the silver chains began to walk around, slowly turning into a silver mark and falling on him.

　　 In his left eye, a silver chain phantom also appeared on the surface of the big alarm clock Gherros.

　　 Norman's aura continued to decline, he no longer became the most terrifying person under attack, and became exactly the same as the creatures around him.

　　 At the same time, Norman's mental power was let go, without any aggressive letting go, completely opening all of his own.

　　 In the endless painful space, two men in black monastic clothes walked out slowly, looking at Norman blankly.

　　 Norman ignored them, and soon he saw a holy light.

　　 Immediately, his figure disappeared.

　　 "Do you want to catch him back?" one of the monks asked.

　　 "No, the direction he is going is where the leaders are." The other person replied.

　　 "Okay." The two monks disappeared at the same time.

　　 There are only endless screams and wailings all around.

　　 The bright light is just ahead, and it's always in front.

　　 Norman finally stopped his figure, he knew that if this continues, it may not be possible for hundreds of years.

　　 In his mind, the spirituality spoken by Mother Mead sounded.

The scary tools on 　　 did not stop, and pieces of skin fell off.

　　 Not enough to let go of the body and mind? Or is it because I am not suffering enough? Norman thought.

　　 This peculiar and weird torture device ignores any defenses. What's more, it will amplify the senses of the individual. If it's just an ordinary person, I'm afraid it would have already died in agony.

　　 But it is more painful than this, Norman has experienced.

　　 The kind of pain that Grosheros had entered his body, has gone beyond the scope that ordinary people can understand.

　　 Soon, this idea was rejected by Norman.

　　 Spirituality? Divinity? Pure! Really! Beloved!

　　Norman's brain kept thinking about what Mother Mead said.

　　 Little by little, Norman's breath is changing.

　　 The originally chaotic, evil and dark aura began to change, and the broken body wounds began to heal.

　　 At this moment, a wonderful feeling that resonates with the surrounding energy appears.

　　 Taking a step forward, Norman disappeared in place.

　　 In my ear, there is no longer a cry of pain, but a burst of whispers.

　　 That voice, as quiet as a deep ocean, actually appeared in the brain.

　　 The sense of oppression, silence, heaviness...all fell on Norman.

　　 is surrounded by light, as if all the wailing just now were hallucinations.

　　Or, everything you see in front of you is an illusion.

　　 Not far away, a huge blue whale stood upright, with a huge fish tail supporting its huge body, exuding a holy light.

　　 A calming breath radiated from the whale.

　　 Around the whales, UU reading www.uukanshu. com bowed down to a circle of monks in black monastic uniforms.

　　The skin exposed on the outside of their clothes was full of various rusty instruments of torture, which seemed to grow on them.

　　 Norman's appearance is just like a drop of eye-catching ink on this holy canvas, so abrupt.

　　 Soon, Norman discovered that he was not the most obtrusive.

　　 There are also statues of middle-aged men.

　　 This statue is surrounded by a silver power.

　　 He stood not far away, looking at a place.

　　 When Norman appeared, the statue seemed to feel something, and turned to look at Norman.

　　 The moment he saw Norman, to be precise, the moment he sensed Norman, the silver energy began to fall like skin, exposing Fred inside.

　　His mysterious ability is called fate choice. The moment he used Wangyu, Fred exhausted everything, including his life and his way of promotion, and used it on Norman!

　　 The cracks in his eyeballs were healing, and an annoying breath appeared on him.

　　 That is the power of fate, the power of fate that belongs to him alone, the power of fate that has accumulated for more than two thousand years!

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