Indescribable tarot cards

Tog's voice floated in the sewers, and no one knew where he was under the layers of thick fog.

Baers stopped talking, but all the torrent of metal was retracted and re-condensed into a red-hot metal prosthetic limb.

From time to time, a few drops of iron juice fell off the prosthetic limb, making the stone bricks sizzle.

Due to the high temperature, the sweat on Bals's face had already flowed down like a stream, but he didn't have the heart to put it on because his face was so bad.

The large piece of stone bricks in front of him had almost been burned into a crystallized state by the flow of molten metal. The air was distorted by the high temperature, making the crystalline ground look somewhat distorted.

High temperatures that are enough to melt most metals pass through here, and a small handful of ash with sparks remains in the center area.

They drifted away in the breeze brought by the steam and disappeared in the blink of an eye, becoming part of this sewer.

Bars is confident in his abilities.

In fact, the fragile body of a silver-level gold coin type fallen person would definitely not be able to withstand the high temperature of the hot molten iron.

That holding ashes is the best proof.

However, what if that person wasn't Torg in the first place?

Wow.

Along with the sound of water, the remaining stagnant water wrapped up the mud and condensed into a hand the size of a carriage. There was a strong wind like howling in the air, and it shot directly towards Bals!

Baars had already been prepared, and the scorching torrent of steel surged out again, directly touching the huge palm.

The dark palms and the hot and bright iron current were extremely vivid at this moment. For a moment, the attention of everyone present was attracted by this wave confrontation.

Which side has won the wave since ancient times?

Aaron muttered, vaguely aware that something was wrong.

Why is the ground a little sticky?

Before he could react, he felt his feet were empty and he fell involuntarily, shouting subconsciously.

The Sartre who was closest to him stretched out his hand to grab him, but he only grabbed the air at Aaron's fingertips.

In the blink of an eye, the hole began to squirm and shrink, but Sartre made an unexpected decision.

Without a chance to say hello to Siosande, he jumped directly into the hole leading to the unknown.

"You!" When Siosande came to his senses and rushed to the cave entrance, he only saw a cave entrance the size of a human head.

I don't know where the other end of the hole leads, and what I see is complete darkness.

"You are looking for death!" He who was originally calm now spoke with a fierce tone, and his light green eyes were filled with anger, "Mengji, come to me."

There was a long sigh, and a slender, illusory female arm protruded from Siosande's body, followed by an extremely seductive female voice: "Your sweet dream belongs to me, master."

After entering the Silver level, prophets can often use rituals to explore the dream world on a limited basis, and sign contracts with some dream world creatures, allowing them to provide help by paying a certain price.

And Meng Ji was an advanced gift prepared for him by his mentor Julian.

Meng Ji is good at a variety of spells. She can be understood as a silver-level scepter-type extraordinary person, but she also masters a variety of abilities unique to the dream world.

Of course, all this comes at a price.

In the next few days, Siosande will fall into a nightmare every time he falls asleep. He must find a way to reality in the endless dreams, otherwise his soul will become Meng Ji's food.

Or, it can be understood that Meng Ji's abilities are all obtained from her food.

Siosande glanced sideways at the battlefield not far away. The mud monster rarely suppressed Bals, and many illusory figures screamed and surrounded Bals.

He knew that they were all innocent souls who died tragically in the sewers. At this time, they were awakened by Tog, and their viciousness was also activated.

The remaining resentment makes them hate the living, and the malice buried deep in their hearts wants to drag Baals into eternal sleep.

"Stop talking nonsense." Siosande's face was so gloomy that he was about to drip with water, "Look for it!"

He never expected that Sartre, who was usually gentle to others, would be so courageous and jump after Aaron without even thinking!

Siosande, who was in a furious state, yelled out what was in his heart: "Sart, is this Aaron you have never met before really worth your efforts?!"

"There are holes in the ground, and traces of 'fossils turned into mud' remain, but they are beyond the scope of my actions. Unfortunately..."

A female head poked out from Siosande's shoulder, looked around, and made a clear and sweet female voice.

However, Alice, who had arrived late, was stunned by the woman's head, and even stopped in her tracks subconsciously.

This head is illusory and uncertain, and its facial features are all outlined by solid lines, but these lines are slowly changing, causing the face to also change its appearance.

At first glance, it might look like a human face, but at the second glance, it's full of squirming lines, and it's impossible to tell what's on this face.

"I'm paying the price, not to listen to your nonsense."

"I can imitate the remaining spell structure and re-release this spell, but it may be very slow..."

"Two sweet dreams."

"I'm not sure it can take you to the right place."

"Three times, greed needs to be moderate." Siosande said coldly.

"Deal." Meng Jimei smiled, stretched out her arm and gently pointed it towards the solid stone brick, and then recited a mantra in Dream World Language: "The spell returns."

There was a vague wave, and the solid stone bricks softened again, squirming reluctantly, and gradually opened a hole, and the sound of movement of mud and stone inside could be vaguely heard.

Although the conversion efficiency of the temporary "Fossil to Mud" formed by "Spell Reappearance" is not as good as the genuine version, it is enough for Siosande.

It would be nice if I could catch up...

He took a deep breath and stepped towards the entrance of the cave. He couldn't wait for the "fossils to mud" process to be completed.

Be in a hurry!

Alice glanced at Bars and rushed in hesitantly, following closely behind Siosand.

"Hey, is there anyone else here?" Meng Ji turned her head, pointed the face full of lines at Alice, and let out a coquettish laugh that was extremely inconsistent with her face.

Alice forced herself not to look at Meng Ji's face and said calmly, "I'm going too."

"Whatever." Siosande responded coldly. He was in an extremely bad mood at this time.

Mengji exuded a faint shimmer, barely illuminating the surrounding space. As the spell was released, the soil in front of Siosande automatically made way for him.

"Mr. Siosande, why are you taking action now?" Alice asked in a low voice, carefully choosing her words.

"Miss Alice, the reason is very simple, because the teacher told me to protect Sartre, and now, that fool actually dared to jump for...for his prophecy!"

"Isn't he from the Tower of Stars? Prophecy...what happened?"

Siosande sneered and said in a strange tone: "Yeah, who would have thought that the direct apprentice who was paid attention to by the master of Julian Tower could not get the correct prophecy?"

"What's the meaning?"

"What else can it mean? Miss Alice, all of Sartre's predictions so far are wrong!" Siosande paused and deliberately emphasized: "All predictions, whether through rituals Or other means, the results will be wrong."

"Then didn't he successfully predict that Tog was hiding in the sewer this time?"

"Do you think this can be called a prophecy?" Siosande laughed, but Alice felt that there was some sadness and anger in it.

"Back then, he was at the Black Iron level and was the first to follow his teacher. What happened? The teacher was already above Platinum level, but what about him? He was still looking for opportunities to advance to the Silver level... However! The teacher was still paying attention to him. , Still optimistic about him! Why can he go to the top of the tower every day to feel the breath of destiny? And I, the strongest Silver-level prophet in the Tower of Stars, actually have to queue up!?"

"With such a good opportunity, if it were me, I would have been able to try to advance to gold! And what about him? Bronze! Bronze!"

"Even before setting off this time, the teacher told me to let him return safely. Miss Alice, do you know what this means?" Siosande took a deep breath and regained some composure, "This is preference. Teacher’s preference, Miss Alice.”

Siosande let out a long sigh, with a rare hint of loneliness in his tone, "He is obviously a prophet who cannot predict..."

Thanks to classmate Zhang for the three rewards~

And thanks to Yaowan classmates for the tip~