Chapter 487: Mocking Words Although she was wondering why there were so many things going on in this crappy place, Franka was not surprised at all. This is Trier in the Fourth Epoch. Even though it is not in the place where the gods fell, there will be no lack of anomalies! Lumian and the others poked their heads out of their hiding places from different angles, looking towards the direction where the jingling sound came from. It was not too far from the current street, but the fog over there was obviously thicker, and the buildings were looming, as if they were only a corner of history. Deep in the fog, something like a steam train passed by quietly. It had fewer sections, only two, and no chimney. There was also a strangely shaped support extending from the top, connecting to something in mid-air. Ding-ling-ling, the train drove into an area with thicker fog and disappeared. Although Franca and the others couldn't see it clearly, they were inexplicably terrified, as if they were standing on the edge of a cliff, or stepping on a sharp blade with the tip piercing their skin. Before they had time to consider what the changes in the fog and the appearance of strange things meant and what they would bring, they felt that the surroundings had become much darker, dusk receded, and night was about to come. Thick fog then spread over and enveloped the area.

Although Lumian instinctively felt that this was a big problem and wanted to avoid it, all he saw was the strange fog stained with a dark color, and he had no way of "teleporting" to a place that was not affected. Beyond the fog, the wilderness they had just passed through was difficult to sense. The mist was icy cold and seeped into their skin, causing both Franca and Janna to shiver involuntarily. Almost at the same time, candles and oil lamps lit up everywhere on this narrow street, and laughter, crying, and talking suddenly rang out. This place has come alive from stillness to movement. Trier in the Fourth Age came alive, became noisy again, and was filled with the noisy movement of life. Anthony subconsciously observed the different houses and narrow streets, and saw an asymmetrical dark building with candlesticks hanging from above, illuminating the figure standing in the window. The figure was wearing a black soft hat with one side sunken and the other side raised, and dark clothes with buttons buttoned randomly. There was a smooth wound that cut his body diagonally from shoulder to waist. This seemed to be caused by a sharp giant sword. At this time, the man's body, which was split diagonally, was not put together well, and existed like a child's stacking of building blocks. He took big bites of the meat pie, and the chewed food kept falling to the ground from the wound without him noticing. In other houses that were still habitable, more figures appeared. Some of them were like candles that had melted and then solidified, their flesh and blood were viscous and indistinguishable from each other. Some had pale skin, with greasy white feathers growing out of their pores and yellow pus flowing out. Some had tiny holes in their bodies with black bugs flying in and out. Some were left with only white skeletons, with only a human skin mask of mismatched size attached to their faces. Some had degenerated into black shadows, as if they had been burned... On the narrow street, a half-human-high yellow, blue and red sphere was rolling forward, with a clown wearing exaggerated clothes standing upside down on it. The clown's ears were not like those of humans. They were like those of a dog, but a little pointed. On his face, which was painted with red and yellow oil paint, there were patches of dark gray hair. Are these all the long-dead citizens of Trier from the Fourth Epoch? Lumian's eyelids twitched. He and Franca and others also noticed that the common feature of these figures was that most of them had blood stains on their faces and their expressions were quite grim. "Very similar, very similar to those 'people in the mirror'..." Franka muttered to herself, and then said in horror, "Will the change in the gray fog just now take us to the Trier of the Fourth Epoch in the mirror? The citizens of Trier in the Fourth Epoch in reality are all dead, but the ones in the mirror are still alive?" Before she finished her words, Lumian and Anthony's eyes swept over her and Janna. "Could it be the problem of those two things again?" Franka said with a tingling scalp, "They caused us to be swallowed up by the Fourth Epoch Trier in the mirror after the gray fog changed?"

"That's not the case. I think it's a universal change. Except for a few special people, everyone who entered here was enveloped by the expanding gray fog and came to the mirror ruins." Lumian looked at the "vibrant" narrow street and thought for a while. "The most likely possibility is that the two statues stimulated Trier in the Fourth Epoch, causing the gray fog to expand and other changes." Janna was silent at first, then she frowned and said: "But we have been here for a while, why did the change happen only now? We didn't do anything just now..." "Right!" Franca suddenly realized, "It must be that the guests of the 'hostel' came in and walked around everywhere, trying random things, and triggered something!" As soon as she finished speaking, a hoarse, terrified shout came from not far away: "Help! "help me!" Lumian and the others looked in the direction of the voice and saw a man in a black suit with neatly combed hair, who looked like the secretary of some important person, running into the narrow street. His face was covered with pus-filled sores, which kept dripping mucus. From time to time, he would turn his head 180 degrees and look back with horror, as if an invisible terrifying creature was chasing him. "help me!" As he shouted, the man's body suddenly froze, and then he retreated uncontrollably, faster and faster until he flew up. "what!" With a fierce scream, he fell into the thick gray fog and landed among the shadowy buildings. The next second, the sound stopped abruptly and there was silence in that direction. Lumian and the others' heartbeats began to quicken, and they all had a strong premonition of danger. Although the man in the black suit was not a normal person, and was suspected to be a recipient of the evil god's gift from the "Society of the End of All Things" or the "Cult of Disease", and had been polluted by this place and suffered a certain impact, his head could even turn to the back, but his experience still made Lumian, Anthony and others intuitively feel the horror hidden in the depths of the gray fog. They seemed to be able to see that they and others were also "dragged into" the depths of the gray fog and disappeared. But at this moment, they had no idea what to do or how to hide. This place, which seemed to be a relic in the mirror, was filled with thick black fog, and there were unknown dangers lurking in the dark, approaching quietly. At this moment, Lumian heard Thermipolos's majestic voice: “Keep running forward until you reach that pillar. "You can't stop along the way, you can't turn back, you can't teleport, and you can't go to pick up your companions." Isn't that the direction where the monster was "swallowed" just now? If we take the initiative to go there, isn't it like delivering food to our door? Lumian didn't know whether to believe that Thermiporos sensed the real danger and planned to do something to save himself, or whether he suspected that He wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to plot something. "You may not believe it." Thermipolos added in a powerful voice. Although Lumian was skeptical, his gaze was still cast towards the place where the figure of the evil god's giftee was "swallowed". In the depths of the gray fog, among the various buildings that were looming, collapsed or standing, there was a vague black pillar that stretched into the sky. Suddenly, Lumian remembered something: The "Chrismena Night Pillar" at the entrance to the fourth level of the catacombs. And Crismanna was a high-ranking witch who fell in the "War of the Four Emperors" and in Trier in the Fourth Epoch! He is also the Son of God, the true child of the "Original Witch"... This place seems to be the Trier of the Fourth Epoch in the mirror... Lumian looked around and saw that the situation in other places was similar. He gritted his teeth and said: "Let's go forward! To that black pillar!" The sense of danger was growing stronger and stronger, and the current situation was getting closer and closer, so he had no choice but to take a gamble.

Go forward? Whether it was Franca, Janna, or Anthony, they were all full of doubts about Lumian's choice. Everyone saw what happened to the man in formal attire just now! Lumian straightened up and said in a deep voice: "Janna is carrying the spoils. You can't stop along the way, you can't look back, and you can't go to grab your companions!" Having said that, he jumped out of his hiding place. Seeing that the taboo was so specific, Franca looked at Lumian and chose to believe it. Janna clenched the lucky gold coin in her hand, picked up the cloak containing the spoils, and followed. Anthony had avenged his great revenge and had no regrets or obsessions. Lumian had shown his correctness several times before, so she did not question it and ran after him. The four of them ran into the narrow street, passed by the clown who was standing upside down on the ball and walking slowly, ran into the depths of the gray fog, and ran towards the huge black pillar. ………… In a corner of Trier in the Fourth Epoch, in front of a house that looked like it was made of black iron and painted with red patterns. A wilderness covered with weeds was compressed to the size of an ordinary square. In the wilderness, Ms. Moon, who was sitting in a dark red open carriage, wearing a loose white robe and a light-colored veil, asked Mrs. Pualis who was standing beside her: "what happened to you?" Mrs. Pualis, dressed in black, covered her head with her right hand and said: "I hear my child crying again..." Ms. Yue nodded slightly and said: "This is inevitable. You can take a break here and catch up when you are back in shape." "Are you okay being alone?" Mrs. Pualis's facial muscles twitched and twisted from time to time. Ms. Yue said with a smile: "My kids left me a present, don't worry." She didn't even think that "Mrs. Night" could provide any help in this matter. The reason she was able to come in was because she had to stay in the Sacred Heart Monastery to attract attention and couldn't live in the "Inn". "Well," said Mrs. Pualis, rather regretfully. Once Lady Moon's carriage and the wilderness left, Lady Night's expression quickly returned to normal. After the carriage of "Ms. Moon" being dragged by two devil-like creatures moved forward for a while, the gray fog became thicker and expanded. Her eyes narrowed, and in her hand there appeared a bloodstained umbilical cord. The umbilical cord emits brilliant golden sunlight, blocking out all erosion and influences. Just like that, "Ms. Moon" successfully reached the edge of the God's Falling Land, where the gray fog was as thick as a wall. She tried to get closer, but was blocked, just like a normal person couldn't pass through a wall. "Ms. Moon" felt a strong calling, but was unable to go any further. She whispered in surprise and confusion: "how come……" While talking to herself, "Ms. Moon" glanced around.

Suddenly, her gaze froze. On the surface of a half-collapsed palace-style building nearby, the flamboyant red solidified on the wall, outlining a sentence in a bloody state: "Didn't anyone tell you there's another seal here?" PS: I recommend a book, "Starting from Searching the Mountains and Conquering the Demons", which localizes the sequence setting in the East based on the fate rank, [Shepherd] → [Feng Shui Geomancer] → [Shu Dragon/Chuan Lord], with Shu as the background (End of this chapter)