The name Helaster plunged the entire adventure team into a huge panic. The black-robed mage, like his countless colleagues, had a boo-shocking power.

This name has a charm like a plague, which can make Elwin feel deeply fear and despair, just like the invisible thing oppressed in the darkness, with suffocating fear, like a shadow, and torture them deeply like a nail behind them. The only thing that can be relied on is the sense of responsibility maintained in the heart.

Justice and responsibility, together with fear, torture them, and give them the only warmth in this dark wave.

Everyone in the adventure team became taciturn. They staggered and groped on the dark cableway, a cable bridge built by thick iron chains and wooden boards, a dome supported by huge stone pillars, and a plank road and tunnel dug among the rocks. The cold iron chains, with the unique yin and dampness of the underground, were so cold that it was cold.

But they dared not look back, or even turn on the lights, in order to reveal a slight light, because they could already hear the subtle sounds, the sound of metal friction, the sound of uniform footsteps, and some dull sounds, just like a huge heavy object that fell heavily on the ground, spreading from a distance.

This is a place like hell.

In the past, a kobold who could easily knock down with a little training became particularly terrifying here. The elite armor and weapons, the violent kobolds, their bloodthirsty and agile, simple and efficient killing instincts, made these evil creatures almost become war machines.

There are also alchemy products that make huge noises, goblin wizards who are proficient in using explosives and spells. The goblin wizard who almost killed them is just a role similar to an engineer, judging by the equipment they carry. This completely lost the courage to face the pursuit.

When Elwin saw the priest Horn running in front, she suddenly staggered. She hurried forward to support him. When she touched Horn's hand, Elwin couldn't help but scream. She felt that the palm was cold like a piece of ice.

"Horne! What happened?" Elwin pulled out the only scroll from his arms, and thankfully, there was also a 'removal curse'!

But Horn stopped her, "No need! This is useless. My Lord is calling me, He reveals me, my destiny has arrived! Don't look directly at him, don't look directly at Hirast. The black robe, don't peek at him from the long river of destiny. Don't look directly at him, listen to my words, darkness and tranquility are the best protection for you."

"Did those illusions bother you? What is it?" Elwin held him and tried to awaken the remaining vitality in his body with his meager body temperature.

"That is not an illusion, that is part of reality! Our souls are so shallow that we cannot look directly at the glory of our Lord. We are confused by the glimpse of the surface of the material world. When the reality of the world is truly unfolding before us, we find that our shallow souls and pale life cannot bear it."

"Just like an ugly man looked in the mirror for the first time, God! I was scared to death by myself! I was scared to death by my ignorance and shallowness! I was scared to death by my ugliness! My Lord, my Lord Nubine! Don't abandon your poor Lamb!"

Elwin was at a loss. She didn't know what disease Horn had committed. He looked like he was cursed, like those prophetic mages, trying to spy on existences they could not touch and curse. She was in chaos, and the pursuers behind her were getting closer, but the road ahead was confused. She hugged Horn and didn't know where to go.

In the darkness, she bent down in despair, pressed against Horn's chest, felt the gradually peeling coldness and pale, and prayed to the gods in despair: "Gods of the sky, the earth and the ocean! Lord of the star world, in the darkness. Who is my light? When you are confused, who is my guide?"

"The soul and personality are existences that are closely connected with the outside world. What you see, hear, and feel constitutes your entire existence, the outer corridor of your soul. This understanding forms the outline of the soul!"

"Who are you?" Elwin was startled by the sudden appearance of the sound.

"Who am I? Are you just looking for me?" Chen Ang's voice was still so impatient. "The outer corridor of the soul is the essential existence of intelligent creatures, because the soul itself is pure, and the existences that distinguish your personality are impurities of the soul, including emotions, memories, and beliefs, such as indifferent things."

"Information is powerful, what you see, understand, and believe, those that constitute the essence of your personality, and information shapes you! But why do you face the embarrassment of the collapse of the soul when you come into contact with the truth? Why are your personality destroyed by the truth? Just like that pastor, you would rather give up your life than believe in the truth?"

"Why?" Elwin couldn't control himself and asked back.

"Because you live in lies and in deception, there is a part of the personality you have created that is false, deceived, and falsified. The truth and truth will bring you pain, extreme pain, and destroy your own pain! You must crush yourself to relieve this pain."

"From personality and understanding, analyze yourself, crush the past self, eliminate and reshape those hypocrisy and hallucinations, and compare this horror, death is really a kind of tenderness, so you were scared to death! Scare to death by the truth!"

"No, you are tempting us, devil! I know your activities, like now, we are in trouble, and then you come out to tempt us, use us, and when the tip of the pen is on the parchment, our souls will become your toys." Elwin said angrily: "You are wrong! You are very wrong, you can't beat us!"

"False and lies have shaped you, and faith is undoubtedly the sweetest and poisonous fruit!" Chen Ang sighed.

The adventure team followed the only ropeway and climbed to a stone platform. Elwin was carrying Horn with difficulty, and looked at the warm firelight not far away in fatigue and surprise. The adventure team, who had been fed up in the dark, could not let them take a step back no matter what was ahead.

When they saw the old man standing in the middle of the hall, they only regretted their stupidity. Nothing ahead could stop them, except Hirast!

They heard the most terrifying mage of Jian Bay, and asked in a serious and logical tone: "So, what is the true wisdom of the mage?"

Elwin was surprised to see a familiar figure slowly emerging from the air. Unlike a mage who used teleportation and any sect, who suddenly appeared there, but floated up from deeper, as if he was there, under the water of the space.

"The true wisdom of the mage is the exploration of this universe and truth, just as our predecessors persist in doing, pursuing the unknown, learning and research."

The voice was also very familiar! Elwin affirmed. Suddenly, her eyes suddenly widened, and even Horn on her back slid to the ground without realizing it. She finally recalled that she had seen the face and voice there.

Bloody Hand, and that devil!

Obviously, she was not the only one who recalled their 'target'. Without exception, they all cursed in their hearts: "It's just a gangster in a slum. How much does this legend lose the price to intervene in a third-rate gang? A legendary wizard who can be on par with Hirast, how much they are, will encounter such a tricky conspiracy in routine missions!"

"Is this favored by the Goddess of Doom?"

At the extreme depth of the ether plane, Chen Ang's real existence stood here. Even though he was about five steps from Helast, the black robe could not detect, perceive, and observe him. The depth and level of the plane were so wonderful.
Chapter completed!