Huaishi feels out of breath.

　　 In the darkness, he held up the candle, stepped on the steps, and slowly descended...like step by step into the bottom of the sea.

　　 Under his feet, layers of darkness are rippling like tides.

　　 Huaishi felt a little numb in her toes.

　　 paused, moved his feet, and felt the slight stiffness of the ankles--the place where the light was not visible was gradually petrifying.

　　 The further downward, the stronger the curse echoing in the darkness. Even if it is slightly supported by the fire, and a shadow is formed for a short time, it will form a faint petrification on the skin surface.

　　 Fortunately, as long as it is not too deep, this process is still reversible for Shao Si Ming's resistance.

　　 He paused, moved his stiff body on the spot, and looked around.

　　 Beyond the lonely downward staircase, there is a vast darkness.

　　 does not conform to common sense at all.

　　The distance he has walked all the way, he felt that no matter how hard he worked, even walking back to the iron crystal seat would be enough. But still did not leave the scope of the sub-control center.

　　 Now he suddenly felt that this long road might have just begun.

　　He still needs to go down...

　　 Under the guidance of a lingering back figure, he rushed into the darkest place as if he was seeking his own way of death.

　　 Huaishi thought she must be crazy.

　　The darkness that had condensed into substance was too cold, as if to take away all his temperature and make him freeze here. Even Shao Si Ming felt tired. It's a pity that the candle-bearing crows are all driving up behind him, otherwise they can at least be illuminated.

　　 During the long trek, he gasped for a moment and continued to walk down.

　　 "Beelzebub, are you there?"

　　 He wants to find someone to talk to, if it doesn’t work, it’s okay to have a story about Tong Lin.

"I'm not here……"

　　 Beelzebu rarely lost interest in talking, and sounded listless: "Don't pay attention to me, I'm going to die."

　　 "What's wrong?" Huai Shi asked.

　　 "Brother, you still ask me what's wrong... Don't you know that you are playing the cesspit butterfly marathon?" Beelzebu complained, "I'm almost out of breath."

　　 "What the hell?"

　　 Huai Shi was stunned, and looked around: "This has been tens of millions of years, where is the dung?"

　　 "For example, do you understand, for example?"

　　 Beelzebub deeply felt that his flies were not easy: "Aren't you feeling terribly uncomfortable? Amplify it ten thousand times, that's how I feel."

　　 "Isn't it?"

　　 "I feel like a dozen cabinets are smashed on my toes every second, what do you think? If the three wise men system is still there, I have long complained about your abuse like a spirit!"

Beelzebuh said angrily: "Before I became a pistol, is Osiris' radar system anyway... Even if the detection range is shortened now, it is impossible to bear this. You just feel a little uncomfortable. , I'm almost suffocated."

　　 "What do you feel?"

"I don't know how to tell you... I'm making an analogy with you. It's like you are walking the night road by yourself, and when you are walking, you suddenly realize that the night road is very lively. There are 100,000 people standing quietly in hell. Aiming at you, secretly preparing pots and pans and other ingredients to send out something to eat and broadcast.

　　 Seriously, I want to have a mouth, I've already vomited out... can I shoot twice? I'll be fine with two shots! "

　　 "Not good, **** it back."

　　 Huaishi coldly pushed the pistol back into the holster.

　　After the interruption by Beelzebub, he finally felt better.

　　 But in fact, without Bezeb’s reminder, he could feel it...the pain and madness that filled the air like a tide.

　　 They rise and fall with the darkness, like gravel in the tide.

　　 Even with a casual rub, you can pinch out a handful of ashes.

　　Occasionally when I pass by those broken and broken fences and unclear machines, I can feel the resentment and anger remaining in the steel when I reach out and touch it.

　　 The combination of those desperate origins and the precipitation of **** is so sophisticated that it has completely become another unbearable existence.

　　 seems to be walking between tombstones.

　　 Everyone’s screams and screams are posted on the tombstone, recording the appearance of everyone sinking into death little by little.

　　 Fortunately, the trek to the deepest part of this darkness did not last long.

　　 Because the road has come to an end.

　　 He saw Condra's rickety back again.

　　 He stood in front of the gate full of cracks and scratches, like a ghost with nowhere to go.

　　 When he slowly turned his head, the swollen face finally peeled off from the face, revealing countless fast-moving gears and fine machinery underneath...

　　 is like a beast hollowed out by bugs, those fine parts are squirming like living things, slowly poking out from inside, and then shrinking back.

　　 His lips opened and closed silently.

　　 seems to have said something.

　　 but disappeared suddenly, leaving no trace.

　　 Huaishi raised his hand behind him, and the paradise guards clenched their weapons and stood in battle, following him a little bit closer.

　　 approached the door that had been sealed in dust for countless years.

　　 is like steel cast after fusion of countless bones. On the gate, countless limbs-like veins are entangled in one place, forming a complicated lock, and ‘stitching’ the whole gate.

　　 But at this moment, the door made a sharp and harsh sound.

　　 The dust shakes off, and the ancient words hidden behind the dust are exposed in front of him.

　　 I don’t know how much hatred and despair he has in his body to hold a knife and axe and retain such deep marks and marks. Just looking at that line of text, it seemed that countless wailing sounds suddenly sounded.

　　 is like a sea tide.

　　 Huai Shi was black before her eyes, staggering back.

　　 But the illusion disappeared quickly.

　　 became a ferocious roar and painful whisper like a beast licking the wound.

　　 "When the sun disappears, we will produce the sun."

　　 Those ancient words whispered in his ear: "If the night leaves us, then we will create the arrival of the night. We will eventually regain everything we have lost..."

　　 "Even if I lose everything for this!"

　　 With deep pain and anger, such words seemed to be engraved in his mind, making Huaishi dizzy.

　　 Just when it was difficult for him to breathe, in front of him, the huge door was slowly opening. On the door leaf, the clasped limbs shattered, broke, fell to the ground, and fell to pieces.

　　 And in the harsh roar, countless years of darkness in the dust gush out from it.

　　In Huaishi's hands, the flame he held high was blown out by the storm.

　　 On his head, the crown belonging to the prince of Paradise instantly appeared, lit up, and hardly supported the tyrannical darkness for him.

　　 illuminates the darkest part of the scene.

　　From the scars left over thousands of years ago...

　　 In a magnificent hall like worshipping a god, there is no display or decoration at this moment, and it is empty and huge to make people scary. But with the advent of light, everything sleeping in the darkness was illuminated.

　　 resembles the seal erected by alchemy.

　　 There are countless shackles extending from the secret instruments that are similar to the matrix, falling down, entangled with each other, tightly binding a group of creeping darkness in this hall.

　　 But now, with the opening of the door, the darkness that had slept for thousands of years was awakened, and it surged wildly like boiling.

　　 madly struggling.

　　 Huai poems are creepy.

　　 What's wrong.

　　 Where is the problem...

　　 Why is there such a link like playing a game? Why is coming here like a copy? Why is the mechanism here as if the player will start monsters when they come here? Why was he suddenly able to understand those words?

　　 From the beginning, his actions fell into the control of something.

　　 including entering here!

　　 was only a vague premonition at first, but at this moment he was completely certain.

　　 Inexplicably, that solemn and costumed skeleton emerged from his consciousness. Just when he understood something, he suddenly heard a harsh scream.

　　 "——■■■!!!!!!"

　　 severe head pain.

　　 It was as if he had seen a volcanic eruption up close, and he could feel that despair, pain, and anger that had almost formed a reality burst out of the bound darkness.

　　 The sound of the chain breaking is endless.

　　 Accompanied by the rapid changes in darkness, struggles and explosions, countless shackles turned into dust, and they were scattered to the earth.

　　 Right in the air, the thick cloud of darkness suddenly bulged.

　　 Something is creeping underneath.

　　 Suddenly, a palm-like limb pierced out of it, followed by another one, and another... three dry palms tore away the darkness.

　　 just like a baby sliding out of the foul-smelling black blood plasma, carrying a viscous liquid, falling to the ground, convulsing crazily and struggling.

I can vaguely tell that it is a human form, but the limbs have become extremely weird. Most of his body has been liquefied into a black viscous substance, which is the essence of the source of countless despair and pain, which is faintly hidden from it. You can see the broken bones.

　　 When the liquid of pain and despair fell from the mutilated body, it revealed clothes made of steel. What once seemed to be an elegant and gorgeous robe, but now it is incomplete and becomes some kind of debris-like fragments.

　　Mingming's whole body is already distorted and out of shape~lightnovelpub.net~ But in his arms, he cherishes and holds a weird and gorgeous style lantern.

　　 After such a long time, it still looks like new, without the slightest scratch or run-down.

　　 is simply better than the love of his own life.

　　 Now, under the creeping darkness, the deformed bones are bathed in the black rain, slowly holding up the lantern in his hand and holding it high.

　　 Right in the wind lantern, a pale flame rekindled again.

　　 illuminate the broken face.

　　 There is also the dark liquid flowing from the eye hole, like mottled blood and tears.

　　 At that moment, Huaishi finally saw the sub-control center.

　　 A... a living sub-control center, right in front of him!

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　　 Sorry for the long wait, Kavenka’s is too fierce recently, so I decided to recommend a friend’s book to sacrifice!

　　 "Ember Gun", alias Evangelion of the old century, Steampunk 2077. The Victorian enthusiastic background, the adventure of a kicking detective... well, probably.

　　 Please go to Kangkang!

　　

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