People in hell, boss four seasons

"The nameless warrior was replaced by you, and the status of Kreinshmund is far less than that of the master of the nether world. Am I right, stranger?"

Not in a questioning tone, but in an affirmative tone. The old man has always been confident in his divination and prophecy.

"There is no need to continue searching. As early as the beginning of the outbreak of the abyss, there were no mages in the big library..."

This is somewhat pathetic.

The closure of the big library can't stop the abyss from spreading. Those human natures are pervasive, rooting and sprouting along the impetuous and ugly people's hearts. Even a mage who devotes himself to studying knowledge can't stop the erosion of the abyss.

"At first, it was just a quarrel, but later it developed into cannibalism. Most of the rational mages were annihilated by the torrent of magic, and only a few were protected by me. I thought that if the magic power was purified, the path of the abyss could be blocked, but After all, I underestimated this terrible 'plague', and even I almost couldn't escape the fate of being infected and losing my mind."

The great sage raised his head, revealing a terrifying face. The mysterious crystallized old man in the legend now only has a dry face, which is the trace left by the erosion of the abyss.

"The mage's will is not as strong as those knights who believe in the sun. It's not that they don't want to respond to the priest's call. However, the big library itself is in danger, and the composition of the mage group is even more damaged. Although we don't want to admit it, we no longer have the ability to protect this country. ability."

The old man recalled the accidents that happened before, and lamented the past helplessly. Even as a sage and the inheritor of the "big hat Logan", he could not solve the disaster brought by the abyss.

So far, the three cornerstones established by Lothric have basically fallen apart.

The interior of the library is completely separated by bookshelves. The eyes of the four seasons stay on the books on the bookshelves for a moment, and then quickly move to the next one. Most of the books here are related to "soul magic" and "crystal magic".

The study of magic can also gain inspiration through spells. For mages in this world, magicians will not be labeled as heretics.

"A traveler in a foreign land..."

The old man took off the light blue ring from his fingertips.

"This is a ring cast from crystals. The process of getting rid of the abyss will be long. This is the only help I can offer."

Chapter 232 The Ghost of the Great Library

The expected fierce conflict did not happen, and the crystallized old man seemed to be not much different from ordinary old people at this moment.

The years have left wrinkles and frost on his face, and the abyss has carved indelible marks.

"Little girl, I will give you this ring. You are more suitable to be its owner than me."

After granting the ring to Four Seasons, the old man's body gradually became illusory.

"Master Sage, your body..."

The great sage who has been talking to himself and Master Four Seasons in front of him does not seem to be a real living person, but more like a soul. Because of the blessing of the crystallization ring, he can maintain his current body, and with the stripping of the ring, his body The soul has begun to show signs of withering and collapse.

"Don't worry about me, crystallization is just a derivative of soul spells. As far as soul spells are concerned, my research is far from the ultimate... Not long after the abyss erupted, my body was contaminated with those chaos and abyss, evil thoughts, etc. Things, as long as there is life, will not be lacking, spreading from the body until the soul is infected with sin, so only by separating the soul from the body can the abyss continue to erode my soul."

Trying to raise his fuzzy hands, he stopped the girl from returning the ring.

"All the collections of this large library have been included. If possible, bring this ring to my younger brother who is in Fort Farland. Before that, you can read and study the knowledge in it. I believe it should be The chief priest has enough chips to take out..."

Today's Losric is no longer a powerful country with dragons and knights, guarded by sages and priests. The foundation stone is broken. Even if the abyss recedes in the future, a country completely different from Losric will be built on this land.

"In the era after the first fire is extinguished, the gods will end, and humans will be the protagonists of the era. Those guys with the blood of the gods are still revived Lothric in their dreams, but they don't know that the abyss has already indicated that the age of gods has come to an end. The hero played by the protoss, who thinks he is offering his body and strength as firewood for the continuation of the world, but he is actually called the clown at the end of the age of gods because of naked lies."

The old man's soul seemed to dissipate at any time, but from his face, Wen Yao could see open-mindedness.

"Friends from other worlds, if I can comprehend the true meaning of the soul, we may have a day when we meet again, I hope that day will not be too far away..."

An ethereal voice echoed in the empty library.The atomized body spread to the whole body, and finally only the rotten clothes remained. Wen Yao and Siji looked at the place where the old man disappeared, without speaking for a long time.

"For the sage, this may be the best destination."

Wen Yao lamented the passing of the sage, and gently embraced Lord Siji's body into his arms.

There is no trace of the mage inside the big library. With the departure of the crystallized old man, the surrounding walls were lifted, and the calm surface was rippling. The countless ferocious withered hands glowed with a deep blue light, facing Wen Yao and the four seasons. Fang Fang barked his teeth and danced his claws.

Incomplete souls are restrained inside the bookshelves and walls. They are drawn by the defensive magic circle of the big library, and now they have lost the control of the crystallized old man. These entities condensed by resentment and remnant souls have sprung up like mushrooms after rain. Of course, The analogy is not appropriate, after all, these skinny and terrifying finger bones can only make people feel horrified and nauseated.

"Before he leaves, the old man will leave us with a difficult problem..."

These withered hands are not pure phantoms and energy, but guardian spirits activated by the magic circle of the big library. The magic power in the big library will not stop with the passing of the old man. This is probably a test left by the old man deliberately.

Four Seasons took the ring to try to disperse these phantoms, but they didn't intend to recede, but waved them more excitedly.

She frowned, shook her head in Wen Yao's direction, and then slowly retreated to Wen Yao's side.

"This ring simply stores the knowledge here, and has no real effect on these magic circles."

Although the ring is stained with the breath of the crystallized old man, it cannot be used as a bond to close the magic circle and leave the big library.

"Maybe we can try the method that knight told us..."

"Yao mean those wax oils?"

For the pool of wax oil that exudes an unpleasant smell, Four Seasons is undoubtedly an attitude of resistance.

"Hmm... I think you can try it, but you don't have to apply it on your body. It's just to test whether the wax oil has any effect on these ghost things."

After dipping in a trace of wax oil, the ferocious phantoms around slowly receded, and the familiar smell enveloped the tip of the nose of the four seasons again. "

"It seems to work well, but I don't know if the crystal old man has left us with more problems..."

For the two of them, everything in the big library was unfamiliar, and they didn't know what unexpected arrangements the mages who had studied here had. It wasn't fatal, but it was annoying enough.

……

"Has the sage passed away..."

Outside the big library, Shenwei murmured to himself when he noticed the passing of the crystallized old man.

It cannot determine how the great sage who has become a "ghost" chose to bid farewell to this world.

"I really can't wait..."

Chapter 233 Books Witness Sins

The crystal old man tidied up the large library very cleanly.

It is completely impossible to see the traces of the abyss invading here.

"I think, if the priest knows the news that the mage group in the big library has been wiped out, he will probably be very disappointed."

Just like the previous conversation with the crystal old man, if there is still spare energy in the process of fighting against the abyss, the big library will not turn a blind eye to the situation in the royal city.

"Don't Yao think that such an incident should be expected in the eyes of Miss Anma?"

Siji's eyes swept across the row of books beside him, but he didn't touch these books rashly.

The "cursed book" that can pop out of any book at any time is really not a good experience.

It was originally used to punish those thieves who entered the big library at will, but now it has become a trouble that hinders the two from walking around in the big library.

"The inference that there are still mages in the big library is only based on the trust of the chief priest in the strength of the crystallized old man. However, looking at her own appearance, I can confirm that the erosion of the abyss on the strong is no less than that of ordinary people. It broke out among the mages who are not firm in their willpower, and then spread rapidly. I can already imagine what a tragedy that I can't bear to look at."

For the current situation, Four Seasons also has its own views.

After dusting the clean bookshelf, the dust that I saw before didn't seem to exist in the same space as here.

"Artificially sweeping away the traces of blood and the abyss, but cannot destroy the accumulation of sins here, the silent books have witnessed the crimes here, and the abyss has left indelible traces on the blank pages."

Touching the clean writing with both hands, the "Book of Cursed Death" stained with hatred stretched out its gray-black claws, the phalanx twisted into strange angles, and the bone originally constructed by the crystallized soul spell was infiltrated into a frightening gray-black, but , such an attack is not a big threat to the four seasons, if it is not necessary to preserve this magnificent library, the four seasons can completely smash all the "cursed death books" added to the pages and walls, but lose the blessing of magic , the knowledge stored here cannot continue to be preserved. Under the influence of the abyss, which pages will quickly wither along with the increasingly obsolete paper, and eventually turn into complete fly ash.

Written in crooked glyphs on pages eaten away by the abyss, the malice of Chaos radiates from them.

The blue fire light rises from the palm of the four seasons, which symbolizes the law of hell, the fire of the nether world, and is one of Yan Mo's powers.

The flame ignited a corner of the page, and then quickly spread to the entire book.

"To us, it's just a distorted symbol, but to humans with weak spirits, it's the tentacles of the abyss. These weird words are all traps laid by the abyss."

If the guess is correct, these books that have been engraved with the inscription of the abyss at some time are one of the culprits that caused the rapid fall of the big library.

"The flames of hell symbolize absolute order, so they can burn out the chaos. We don't know how many books in this large library have been eroded. Presumably, the crystal old man is helpless."

It is impossible to let it go. The power of the abyss will not be weakened by the passage of time, but will increase with the accumulation of sins, and the chaos will cover the entire bookshelf with the passage of time. To purify all the books in this large library, it is obvious that the current four seasons do not have the time and energy.

"Perhaps we can first entrust the priest of Anmar, and believe that the chief priest of Losric will have a way to deal with the books polluted by the abyss."

The entrustment they accepted was to clean up the abyss and sins of the Losric King City. As for the sins inside the great library, it should be resolved by the priest of the King City.

"After all, they are the ones who want to continue to survive here, and we are at best just passers-by in this world."

It is rare to encounter a world that makes Wen Yao feel a sense of belonging. Azeroth is one of them, and Gensokyo is no exception. For most worlds, the help Wen Yao can give is limited, and it is impossible for him to play the role of the world. A savior to complete the task of salvation, which should be done by themselves.

"Let's go meet the Black Hand Knight who guards the twin princes. I hope he won't treat us as intruders. It's somewhat annoying to fight with such a dead-headed guy, let alone in this environment."

The filling of magic power is only for the environment inside the large library, and when it leaves the range arranged by the crystal old man, the dirty air will refill the surrounding environment.

"Most of the knights here have very powerful fighting skills. They have experienced the experience of blood, and their fighting will should not be underestimated. I am a little lucky that I didn't come to this world in the first place, otherwise I probably wouldn't live to see Lord Siji."

Wen Yao felt a little bit emotional about the worlds he traveled through in those years. Fate played tricks on him but did not give up on him. The experience of those worlds was enough for a young boy to grow into what Wen Yao is today.

In the silent library, there are only unknown ghosts and ghosts whispering about the past.

Chapter 234 The High Wall Demon Cave

The door behind him was slammed shut.

Even without the maintenance of the mages, the mechanism of the big library can still be driven by magic for a long time. Driven by the gears and magic power, the big library will not decay in a short time.

"It feels like the world inside the library is not the same as the outside world..."

The expression of the four seasons looked a little distressed.

"Obviously the environment inside is more suitable for our survival, but..."

Four Seasons hesitated for a moment, still not planning to hide his feelings.

"I'm much more relaxed now."

This should not be the performance that normal life should have. Four Seasons wondered if he also had a tendency to be assimilated by the breath of the abyss,

Minghuo tried to sear her body, but she didn't feel any discomfort, which proved that her body had no tendency to transform into abyss and chaos.

"The interior of the big library contains too many thoughts of the old man. On the contrary, the outside world does not need to feel the oppressive atmosphere. For us, the chaos and the abyss will not cause too much trouble, as long as there are no large-scale wounds Infection, our resistance to the abyss is very high."

Wen Yao stroked the scattered hair of the four seasons, and looked directly at the girl's green pupils.

"There is still a long distance from the prince's tower, maybe we have to spend more time finding the way."

The path inside the big library is much more complicated than Wen Yao imagined, and finally one of the exits was found only by the guidance of spells.

Simply because of the chaos in the city, even the exposed roofs were inevitably affected by the battle, and the collapsed walls inadvertently connected the roofs of the buildings together.

Incomplete bricks were scattered around, and the roof made of red bricks and tiles had several clear openings, and it was unknown what monsters had entered.

"It looks like this place has completely turned into a paradise of the abyss."

On the roof not far away, there is a group of monsters with strange structures. The upper body is a bird, and the lower body is a human being. Most of them hold melee weapons such as knives and axes, and those clustered in the middle are holding sacrificial staffs. It seems that there are still spores attached to it, and it is emitting purple poisonous gas.

"Sure enough, it is a new type of monster. The monsters in this world do have the conditions for biodiversity in terms of form."

The monster in the distance sensed the aura of a stranger, and the monster holding the stick uttered a sharp cry, and the surrounding servants slowly spread the black wings on their backs, and waved their sharp blades in Wen Yao's direction.

"Master Siji, be careful, their knives should have been smeared with poison."

Wen Yao fended off the two monsters that were rushing towards him, stepped back slightly, and moved half a step to the side of the monsters, the blade in his hand easily cut off the slender skeleton.

These monsters are flexible, but their bodies are extremely short and fragile. A simple knife is enough to separate their arms from their bodies. The wings on their backs are struggling hard, but the rest of their bodies are no longer capable of continuing to fight.

The monster suspected of being a mage or a witch in the rear spread its wings, chanting prayers in an unknown language, and the purple mist spread rapidly, accompanied by faint airflow, trying to cover the roof platform.

"Melee combat doesn't look like a good option."

The toxicity of these fogs is still unknown, and it is not impossible to overturn the car if you don't care at all.

Walking in an unfamiliar world, it is not too prudent to take every step. A strong man who is overwhelmed by strength may end up dying because of an insignificant bug. Naturally, Wen Yao can't make such a mistake.

The light green soul crystal floated behind the four seasons, and the streamer gradually pierced through the purple smoke. Accompanied by the scream of the monster, the ignited green flame burned the black wing, and the deformed body finally burned into complete ashes.

The presentation effect of soul spells varies from person to soul, but for most mages in this world, blue-and-white soul power is the most common, which often comes with frost damage, and the spell effects of the four seasons are more inclined to spells in this world, but what is ignited is not a scorching flame, but a cold dark flame.

The purple mist dissipated, and a ground of stumped limbs lay in front of them. These monsters might have had relatives once, but after the erosion of the abyss, an empty shell remained. Once the body no longer had vitality, it would quickly turn into smoke and disappear in the Air.

"It's more like props used by ancient priests..."

Iron melee weapons had nothing to look at, and those old scythes couldn't even withstand a normal blow from the Blade of Mercy. When they walked to the monsters surrounded by them before, the wooden sticks used to release the purple mist remained where they were.

"It seems that these monsters should have been born with civilization."

Most of the "protoss" in this world are unreasonable. Most of the known epics and myths are their "achievements" of conquering dragons and giants. Such a naive civilization is likely to be just an inconspicuous scene under the cavalry, and it will disappear in the long river of history without even a single wave.

A dark green flame ignited from the top of the stick.