Chapter 488 "Night Pillar" (Thanks to the tea bowl mushi for the reward from the Silver Alliance) The gray fog at the core became thicker and expanded to every corner of Trier in the Fourth Epoch. Gardner Martin, who was wearing a silver-white full body armor, was not surprised but happy. Ever since he was eroded by the power in the building at 13 Market Avenue and was able to hear that great voice, he often had such scenes in his dreams. This made him feel like he was back in his hometown with the door of his home open to him. Gardner Martin started running, heading towards the core area of ​​Trier in the Fourth Epoch, towards the place where the gods fell. ………… The street was so narrow that the "citizens" in the houses on both sides could almost stand at the windows and shake hands. Lumian and others ran forward two in front and two behind. After running only a dozen steps, Lumian felt something invisible reaching out from the dark gray fog. It was like countless arms of some terrifying existence, gently and slowly touching every living creature in the area from top to bottom, in order to determine who was its prey. Lumian's scalp felt numb, and he couldn't help but get goose bumps where he was touched, even though there was clothing blocking his way. He instinctively wanted to fight against these invisible things, but then he remembered the words of Thermiporos: "Can't stop, can't turn back, can't teleport, can't pull your companions!"

Although this does not include situations where one cannot fight, defend, or attack, Lumian thinks he should wait and see. He resisted the urge to set fire to those invisible things and forced himself to move forward. Janna on his side, Franca and Anthony behind him, kept staring at him. If he didn't do something, they wouldn't do it either. If he did, they would hurry to catch up. At this time, seeing that Lumian did not fight with the invisible creature in the dark gray fog and did not take any measures, they could only bite the bullet and keep running forward despite the strong sense of danger. During this process, Franka felt that this kind of intangible thing had a familiar taste. Thinking of the Quaternary Trier in the mirror, which was closely related to the "Witch" path, she soon had the answer: This is very similar to the "spider silk" of "Witch of Pleasure"! Could it be the remains of a high-ranking witch? Franka imagined a scene in her mind: A huge, half-human, pitch-black spider quietly nestled in the depths of the gray fog, extending a large amount of spider silk that seemed to have its own life in all directions, trying to find and capture prey. After running for more than ten steps, Lumian was pleasantly surprised to find that the invisible things slowly retreated and no longer actively touched him. Only occasionally, because they were densely packed around him, he would inevitably rub and touch him. This seemed to be a change brought about by his active approach to the source of the invisible thing. Those invisible things only grab those who try to escape! After rushing out of the narrow streets and deep into the thick gray fog, Lumian suddenly felt his hair stand on end and a chill down his spine. His intuition told him that there was a great danger ahead, enough to destroy himself and others. If he got close, the consequences would be unimaginable. Franka and the others slowed down their pace unconsciously. The tangible terror was like a pistol against their foreheads, which could fire a bullet at any time. Lumian gritted his teeth and continued forward. Since you have chosen to believe Thermipol's advice, then stick to it until a counterexample appears, otherwise you might as well try something else from the beginning! He didn't stop, and Janna, Anthony and the others didn't dare to stop either. They were like fools who knew there was a cliff ahead, knew they were insignificant, and knew they would be crushed to pieces, but still took the initiative to stand up and run over. At this moment, Lumian saw from the corner of his eye that black flames were burning on Janna's body, which made her face look painful and her eyes look terrified. Crack, Janna shattered like a mirror, and her figure was re-outlined, but it was still accompanied by black flames and even a layer of frost. She looked at Lumian with a pleading expression. Lumian instinctively raised his left hand, trying to help Janna, but after a brief hesitation, he withdrew his hand and looked forward again.

Can’t pull companions! Janna's eyes suddenly became desperate, with a hint of surprise and resentment. She coughed and she stopped. She was immediately entangled by layers of invisible objects and dragged into the depths of the gray fog ahead. Franka's expression changed and she was about to offer help, but Lumian's instructions suddenly flashed through her mind. She hesitated. At this moment, Janna's expression was filled with hatred, dirty blood oozed from the pores of her face, and a shrill scream came from her mouth as if she was cursing everyone. Seeing this scene, Lumian and others felt relieved. Jane like this is obviously more like the "person in the mirror"! As the shrill screams echoed, Janna disappeared into the depths of the gray fog and the sound suddenly stopped. Almost at the same time, Lumian saw from the corner of his eye that another Janna appeared beside him. Janna was running at high speed, her expression showing anxiety and nervousness. As expected! Lumian roughly understood why Thermipolos said that he couldn't bring his companions with him. Here, his companions may swap with the one in the mirror at any time. Helping the "man in the mirror" will harm his real companions and cause himself to be completely integrated into this place and become the "food" of the invisible source. Fuck! Can't you explain it clearly? These reasons are not particularly complicated. We have to experience and overcome them by ourselves! Lumian cursed Thermipolos inwardly while running more and more determinedly. In the following period of time, they encountered similar problems several times again, but with their experience, they neither stopped to fight nor turned around to run away, and they resisted the urge to help their companions. Lumian and the others, who had no time to observe their surroundings, used the huge black pillar as a benchmark and tried their best to run in a straight line, only occasionally bypassing some obstacles. Finally, the huge black pillar was not far ahead. At the same time, Lumian, Anthony and others were surprised to find that the danger that was originally in front of them and was about to hit them head-on had magically disappeared. No, it didn't disappear. It is now behind Lumian and the others, far away! Running towards danger, but moving away from it? Just like the light black brick area in the wilderness, the direction here is also wrong and confusing? Lumian was surprised, but he didn't look back, nor did he stop to feel lucky, and insisted on running towards the black pillar. If he hadn't demonstrated it, Franca and Janna might have turned around to take a look, but now they continued to move forward with a mixture of relief and fear. After running for a few dozen meters, the four arrived at the square with the huge black pillars. The place is paved with light black stone bricks, and many gray-white stone pillars have collapsed, with only a few remnants left. Compared with the "surviving" gray-white stone pillars and the black giant pillars, they are as small as ants. The huge black pillar was even larger than the "Night Pillar of Crismalina" that Lumian had seen in the third level of the catacombs. It extended into the sky that seemed to be burning with invisible flames, and its top was nowhere to be seen. The situation here reminded Lumian of the light black stone brick area and the large number of gray-white stone pillars in the wilderness outside, but there was no such thing as a giant black pillar there. The Night Pillar there fell and was damaged, so the old bones crawled out and the pollution inside the building at Market Avenue 13 occurred? Then it was repaired by building underground tombs and moving countless corpses? Lumian made some guesses based on this. Franka and Janna looked towards the square in front of them and saw that the area around the giant black pillar had completely collapsed into the ground. There seemed to be white magma flowing underneath, and there were faint black tentacle-like things lurking. They did not bring any warning of danger, but Lumian and others believed that this might be more dangerous than the existence they had sensed before. Right next to the black pillar was a snowman about meters tall. There were several cracks on its white frosty face, forming eyes, nose and mouth, but no ears. When Lumian's eyes casually swept over the snowman, they suddenly froze there.

He saw that there was a circle of black stain where the snowman's right eye should be, as if he was wearing a monocle. Amon? Lumian was startled and wanted to flee from here out of impulse. At this moment, the magnificent and layered voice of Thermipolos rang in his ears: "Dead." Dead...Lumian breathed a sigh of relief. This is normal to think about. Amon is a great noble of the Tudor Empire in the Fourth Epoch. The death of dozens or hundreds of his clones in the God War is not news at all. It is reasonable that some of them were not recycled due to the situation here. For some reason, Lumian heard a hint of joy in Thermipoulos's brief words just now. Anthony, who was also observing the snowman, suddenly felt his forehead getting hot, his breathing became scalding, and his spirit was rapidly weakening. "I'm infected with a disease." He calmly reminded his companions. Disease…Lumian looked at the huge black pillar again. Is that really the real body of the "Chrismona Night Pillar"? Here, even the statue of the "Original Witch" cannot suppress the invasion of the disease? Franca's heart moved, and she said to Janna: "Bring out that statue." As she spoke, she reached into her pocket and took out the statue of the "Original Witch" that looked like it was carved from bones. After Janna took out the black one, Franca called Anthony over and observed his expression. "How do you feel now?" "It seems to be a little better. It's getting better." Anthony carefully examined his physical condition. Franka smiled: “I was wondering why Janna and I were fine, but you were sick. "It seems that we have to be within a certain distance from the statue." As soon as she finished speaking, blazing white fire crows flew out from behind the black pillar and ran towards them. A figure immediately turned out from there. It was Gardner Martin, who was wearing a black suit and a yellow vest. His height was different from usual. He looked at the black statue in Janna's hand and the bone statue in Franca's hand with a longed look on his face. PS: Thanks to my friend who gave me a tip for Silver Alliance~ (End of this chapter)