Indescribable tarot cards

"Heaven moves in good health, and a gentleman strives to constantly strive for self-improvement."

These were Tu Antivan's last words.

Immediately, countless threads of black energy flew out of his body.

Only those who fall and become apostles of natural disasters or evil gods can walk in a state of neither life nor death.

In order to become a god, he had no choice.

At the very least, mortals do not deserve the authority of eternal life.

As a result, this extraordinary warrior who finally became platinum-level accepted the aura of the cult within a few seconds.

Behind him, the golden card floating in mid-air gradually faded.

The ink is swallowing up the color.

In the blink of an eye, the golden card completely fell.

The cult aura reconstructed this extraordinary card, impregnating and distorting all the original sigils and inscriptions.

However, I don’t know why, but in the center of the card, even though it has been dyed ink, it is still empty.

As the cards were infected by the aura of the cult, Tu Antivan's body was also being transformed by the aura of the cult.

The decaying body gradually swelled, and from time to time a pair of eyes hidden under the skin could be vaguely seen.

Inexplicable roars, cries, and evil laughter drifted into the distance with the strong wind.

Any object that comes into contact with this indescribable sound is undergoing changes.

The blue water became more turbid, and the corpses of the marine creatures that had died in the previous battle began to float on the water, with blood-red eyes peeking out from the flesh from time to time.

The atmosphere invisibly became depressed again, and the lead cloud that had just dissipated gathered again.

At this time, Aaron could clearly feel that there seemed to be other existences above the lead cloud.

They seemed to be looking down at them from above through the airtight clouds.

"Run first." Ruosiqia explained calmly, as if he didn't sense the changes in the outside world at all.

"Are you running now?"

Aaron cursed secretly, took the lead in saying hello, pulled Alice and ran towards the lighthouse without looking back.

Just now, he had heard that there was Pan and Isabella there.

"Don't run there, they've already left."

Ruosiqia reminded him calmly again.

When Aaron heard this, he was so anxious that he didn't vomit blood.

What are you doing?

Leaving now?

Didn’t you say before that Pan and Isabella were still there?

With just them, even if they add a gold-level Roskia, can they really escape the corrupted Tu Antivan above them?

What made his heart sink even more was that those griffins seemed to feel the aura from Tuantivan. The survival instinct derived from animal nature finally defeated the rigorous training, and they all fluttered their wings and gathered up the last bit of energy. Strength to escape.

The only one present was the gryphon that had been glanced at by Tu Antiwan and fell heavily to the ground.

But Aaron believed that if it hadn't been seriously injured, it would have flown away with its companions.

However, griffins can fly, but Aaron and others cannot fly!

Moreover, because of Tu Antivan's "moving mountains" in the past, this hill that was cut off by people became extremely difficult to walk.

The mountain road has almost completely changed its appearance in the great changes. Almost all the trails taken by the predecessors are buried in the pouring earth and rocks.

Aaron knew that the geological structure of the mountain was already unstable.

If you are not careful while going down the mountain, you may roll down directly wrapped in mud...

"Can I use elemental arms to shape them?"

Aaron asked Ruosiqia in a low voice, and also asked Garcia: "Can a temporary passage be constructed?"

Sartre and Siosande were still not far away, waiting for a few breaths before they could arrive.

But now, what is lacking most is time.

Aaron could only ask first.

Garcia stood on the hillside, glanced at the terrain, and shook his head.

Although he can condense ice and melt water, there is a small river formed by a leaking underground spring not far from the hillside.

But after all, he is not a gold-level transcendent, and his control range is limited. What's more, he is not one of those elemental mage who specializes in elemental shaping.

Trying to build a fast passage down the mountain in a hurry was beyond his capabilities.

Ruosiqia responded: "Yes, but we have to wait."

"etc?"

Aaron couldn't help but look back, looking at the increasingly dense black clouds, his tone became dissatisfied, "Is this part of the plan?"

"right."

"Then I have the right to know the next plan, right?"

Ruosiqia was silent for a few seconds, "What I know is just what I should know."

"What do you mean?"

"Taling and Tuantivan only told me part of the plan."

"You're crazy!"

For a moment, Aaron was full of complaints and anger and didn't know how to vent his anger. He actually laughed out of anger.

Fool?

Even he knew how dangerous the fall of a platinum-level transcendent was, and now, not only was Ruosiqia involved in this matter involved, but he also only knew part of the plan?

If the plan fails...

Aaron really didn't know what to say.

"I know you may think that I am crazy, or that I am tempted by the aura of the cult, but boy, I am sure that I am not. Because according to the partial truth I know, coupled with the arrangements of Tu Antivan and Ta Ling, I think Their plan works."

"What do they want to do?"

"Creating gods."

"Creating gods?" Aaron was stunned, and then he reacted: "This is not a novel, this is not a movie. You told me, in this world, creating gods, is this what it means? Create gods!"

If it were in another world, Aaron's reaction might not have been so violent.

However, the world itself...isn't it polluted?

And the gods of this world...

Is this trying to create a god or an evil god?

"Listen, this is the first stage of the plan. Tu Antivan will take the initiative to fall and completely advance. Then, under the guidance of the tower spirit, he will cross the platinum and directly ascend to the gods by force..."

"What about us?"

"That will happen later. I, or you, have to hold on until that moment."

Aaron squinted his eyes and raised his head.

At this time, above the sky, the layer of lead clouds was getting thicker and thicker, and even began to slowly fall, and the sense of oppression was increasing almost by the second.

The sound of the wind has been completely occupied by all kinds of inexplicable sounds.

The howling wind turned into an angry cry, and the gentle breeze turned into a murmur of unknown meaning.

The wind has become the carrier of countless sounds, carrying them around in this world.

Or, it could be said that these countless voices wandered unconsciously in this space, and the traces they left behind turned into the wind.

Although there is no crisis yet, the aftermath alone is enough to make Aaron feel bad.

Unknowingly, the figure of the original "Natural Disaster·Throat of Death" appeared in front of his eyes.