Suddenly, the style of painting changed.

It would be fine if the fantasy background was agreed to turn into science fiction, but now it turned into a ghost story?

Is it a little too much?

The horror was like ice water, gradually penetrated into the bone marrow, but Huai Shi's mind began to think randomly, trying to divert his attention, even though he was panicked.

Especially when he looked back at the Book of Destiny, he found that there were ten people when he set out...

When did it become seven?

When did it start? Seven subtract one or seven?

It's hard to understand what's going on.

The sudden change made him stiff in place. When he lowered his head and observed the display screen of the arm of the spacesuit, he felt the impact that was no less than before.

——【Depth 0】

They still remain in the present situation and have not been swallowed by hell. But everything has long been unrecognizable without realizing it.

"What's wrong, Huai Shi?"

Izzy noticed his abnormality, seemed confused, and asked on the public channel: "Are you okay?"

"...No, I'm fine, just taking a breath."

Huai Shi answered calmly, holding the jet, and resonating with the gloves in the space suit, counting the number of safety ropes with the echo of the button:

“1,3,3,2,4…5,5,7.”

There are seven people, nothing wrong!

"You can try counting it again." Tongji's voice sounded, smiling.

“0,1,2,10,11…21.”

Huai Shi felt even more and more terrified, and it was indeed 21 people!

etc……

His silent counting paused for a moment, and repeatedly compared the records in the Book of Destiny, realizing that something was wrong.

Why do you have different results every time?!

"Because reality has been changed long ago, Huai Shi." Tongji sighed in his ear: "To be precise, it was alienated under the radiation of Helios' secret instruments.

It became something you can't understand..."

In the dead silence, Huai Shi was sweating profusely.

It was obvious that everything was so normal in front of them, and they were still slowly approaching Helios, about to reach the "Gate of Kingdoms" that was several kilometers high.

But something has been changed, and they haven't even noticed it...

"This is the philosopher's imagination."

Tongji said: "What you want to say is really a rare material. If you collect it and sell it to the present situation, every gram may be equivalent to the source crystallization of three qualitative changes, right?

Usually, only a soul full of the essence of skills and fantasy can produce such precipitation when it is burned. Unexpectedly, it is as vast as a sea of ​​smoke here.

If such an exaggerated scale is passed back, it will definitely attract many nuggets, right?"

"Wait, you mean...incineration?"

"Yes, source burning."

Tongji replied seriously: "In other words, you can regard those invisible things as the ashes of the dead on Helios. Only when so many outstanding alchemists and their obsessions are burned can they produce such an exaggerated scale?

The souls of those people were destroyed in the sudden upheaval, and the source substance was extracted and burned by Helios's engine. What remained was the ashes filled with their own physical enlightenment and twisted fantasy, radiating toward the surroundings... In the vast space, looking for a relief.

Isn’t that the unlucky guy who spontaneously ignited just now?

Being eroded and disturbed by them, immersed in understanding, and headed into a dead end without knowing it... The more you are attached to alchemy, the more you will be attracted by such temptation, just like a moth to a flame.

As a result, they were burned to ashes by the flames in vain... In the end, I didn't understand that what I had learned was simply a bubble!"

That is just an imagination that emerges from the source of the dead.

A lie that seems full of philosophicality.

It’s like the truth and essence I know in my dream. It seems extremely precious. I try my best to remember it, but when I open my eyes, I will only find that what I have discovered is nothing more than absurd thing like ‘Banana big and banana peels are big’.

Even if you get a little bit contaminated, cognition will be hindered.

It is precisely because of this that the 'philosopher's imagination' is the main material for various strict investigations of banned drugs.

The biggest function is brainwashing.

It makes people believe in something ridiculous.

"Including what you just realized, forget it as soon as possible." Tongji reminded: "That was just a moment of obsession and had no value at all."

After a long silence, Huai Shi asked dryly: "So, am I just affected by them? In fact, no problem occurred at all?"

"No, in fact, something you haven't noticed has happened long ago. There are many Huai Shi. But some are worth caring about, while others are not worth it."

Tongji smiled meaningfully: "What if I tell you that compared to when I set out, there are not one person missing, but two people missing?

Do you remember when you started, who shouted you to 'don't look'?"

“…”

Huai Shi fell into a dullness, unable to even tell whether she was telling the truth or joking.

"This is the essence of alchemy. Huai Shi, through the source, through the secret utensils, through the calcination of disasters and miracles, completes the distortion of reality."

Tongji mocked, "If you gain, you will give up. If you want to extract miracles, you will inevitably create equal amounts of disasters. But success or failure represents the destruction of common sense.

When Helios' engine begins to twist, the destruction will begin to spread and spread.

What you feel now is just cognitive influence. Maybe later, even mathematics itself will become tertiary, and even people grow three eyes, four hands, or even barrels, or even lost in the non-Euclidean space structure..."

"It is precisely because of this that we can create a real 'hell' for shipment without changing the depth."

At this moment, beside the jet, Huai Shi looked up and stared at the heavy door that was so huge that it was like a square.

They had landed on a huge platform that was so empty that it was so panicking that they were right at the end of Helios, and the only path in front of them was the one.

This is the real "Gate of Hell".

Huai Shi has given up counting the number of his teammates, which is meaningless.

Through Tongji's words, he already understood a little.

——That is that it is impossible to give others such a thing as "trust".

No one can tell whether other people's status and spirit are normal or whether they are still their companions. Even themselves may become unexpected without realizing it.

Everyone must fight alone.

Even if they are so-called teams, they are close to each other...

"Do you understand? Huai Shi, here, anything can be changed, anything can be betray you..."

Tongji reminded him seriously, paused for a moment, and suddenly changed his subject and became happy, "But think about it better, you can always trust me, sister!"

As she said that, she whistled with a whistle, “This is a great opportunity to get along with the elder sister alone, increase bonds, and unlock new benefits of the ship. You must know how to cherish it~”

It's over.

After hearing this, Huai Shi was not moved at all, but felt her heart became more and more heart-warming.

This world is so cold.

Only the friendship puppy in his arms is still a little warm, but the friendship puppy looks disdainful and looks down on others...

Imagine that when I go to the nightmare dungeon, the team leader is unreliable, and even smokes and paddling, I don’t know how many people can breathe.

The worst thing is that you will have to successfully reopen the land and there is no chance of resurrection.

The only companion who can rely on is a bad woman with no conscience, and she still wants to eat everything and bite everything...

You can see the crematorium waving to me enthusiastically.

Huai Shi's tears almost rushed out.

If he had known that God would have had no good things, he would have not come!

In this scary square, at the front of the team, Garlandon's disciple, an alchemist from the Shifu Society, had already taken out a brass-colored oil lamp from his shoulder bag beside him.

He raised his sleeves and rubbed the oil lamp's pot button twice.

So, in the vacuum, a piece of light as big as a soybean lit out of thin air, scanning the surroundings like a phantom, emitting rays of wandering light.

At the end, a projection from the Son of Leviathan emerged.

Dim and flashing.

Like a video call when the signal is not very good.

The old man holding his cane raised his eyes and appeared in front of them, looking around, exploring everything around with the light emitted by the border relics.

"As expected, the Kingdom Gate is the farthest from the central engine, and everything is normal here-"
To be continued...