Indescribable tarot cards

"What do you think of painting here?" Lian Na turned to look at Aaron, who was not far away, and asked curiously.

Before arriving at Leyden City, she had collected part of the natural disaster breath from the Throat of Death, and at this moment she chose to pour out this part of the natural disaster breath.

How can the smell of natural disasters encountered in the wild be as strong as here?

This place has really been ravaged by the Throat of Death!

The surging aura of natural disaster was strictly restrained in the city lord's palace, and ripples visible to the naked eye spread in the space, creating water-like ripples.

The innocent souls lingering in the atmosphere of cults and natural disasters made all kinds of wailing sounds. They were so fragile that they simply could not withstand such a violent change in the environment.

The mixed scents finally tended to separate from each other, and the black and red colors were split into black and dark red.

The black one is the aura of evil spirits, while the dark red one is the aura of natural disaster.

The scattered auras gradually moved closer to each other, vaguely forming two tumbling groups of light.

"Lena!" Ron warned loudly again, "Hurry up and record it! Hurry up!"

He regretted taking on this urgent mission more than once. He should not have even gone to Leyden City. He should have stayed on the eastern coast and enjoyed his vacation honestly, even if he might have to fight with those octopus-headed people a few times.

The convergence of the cult atmosphere at this time does not mean that this incident will subside, but can only indicate greater trouble.

The more condensed the aura, the easier it is to attract the attention of indescribable beings, especially since there was an outbreak here not long ago.

For those indescribable beings, a few days in human eyes is just a blink of an eye, or even shorter.

Like a flickering light in the dark night, the second sight is enough to draw attention.

Damn it, why would her superiors allow her to activate the aura of natural disaster!

"Don't be anxious," Lian Na seemed to have gotten used to the big mess she made, and the expression on her face was even a bit eager to try, "Don't you think the scene of fully stimulating the breath is beautiful?"

Aaron glanced subconsciously, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

The black cult aura has begun to change shapes, spreading depression and fear, and the suffocating feeling of being strangled by the throat that is unique to the creeping hands has once again filled my heart.

Even though Aaron had already reached the bronze level, he still felt extremely uncomfortable seeing such a scene.

As for beauty…

If it continues to spread like this, even the undead creatures will have their spirituality extracted and disappear completely and fall into eternal sleep.

Art can connect to the earth, but it cannot connect to the underworld, and this kind of beauty is probably something even the undead wouldn’t dare to look at.

"Lena, I'm counting down to tens. If you don't try to record it, I'm going to take action!" Ron had already rushed in front of Lian Na, his eyes were already stained with a bit of dark green, and already a bit of a black cat. The look of the eyes.

On the other side, the black cat has also arched its body. At this time, its body has lengthened a few points again, and it has transformed from a petite and cute cat into a predator the size of a seven or eight-year-old child.

"Don't rush, don't rush, the breath has not been activated to the limit yet..."

Lian Na suddenly turned back and looked at Aaron, her eyes showing joy from the bottom of her heart, "That's great. So you are a survivor of the natural disaster? Why didn't you tell me? It's so perfect."

"If you delay it any longer, you will destroy the entire city of Leiden!"

"Destroyed? Then build a new one~ This is a unique opportunity. It's rare for someone to survive a natural disaster. The breath is so fresh and sweet... The work, well, a unique painting..."

Lian Na stared affectionately at the billowing breath not far away, watching the breath ball continue to expand, and said nonchalantly.

The aura of the cult has begun to gradually condense into an ink-colored arm. The souls who died tragically here are unable to escape its shackles and are struggling with all their strength. Many blurry faces have even been hung with silk threads and flown to the outside world, but those who look fragile But the silk threads grabbed the people's faces tightly and let them fly wildly.

[Witnessing the residual aura of the Creeping Hand, knowledge points +1, illustration of the Creeping Hand 2/8]

On the other side, the aura of natural disaster is also gradually condensing, but it is condensing into a dark red ball of light, and you can vaguely see a huge spot on it, which looks like a human eye.

As this inexplicable image took shape, the speed of spiritual loss began to accelerate. This feeling was particularly strange. It was clear that the body did not feel any pulling, but it felt as if it was walking towards the light ball uncontrollably.

It seemed to be an illusion, and Aaron vaguely felt its call.

At this time, Ron's sword had been handed out and headed straight for Lian Na's throat, but the black cat did not cooperate with his attack and was still waiting for the opportunity.

This sword was not so much an attack as a final warning. Ron was not willing to fight Lian Na unless it was absolutely necessary.

After all, what's the point of winning?

The aura of natural disaster and the aura of cult are seemingly out of control. No one knows what the reaction will be when the two are mixed together. If the entire Leiden City is affected, Lian Na will naturally bear the brunt, but he, Ron, may not be able to escape. culpability and accountability.

Lian Na smiled coquettishly and pulled out what looked like a decorative aristocratic thin sword from her waist. The seemingly soft and thin blade actually opened Ron's long sword, "Don't worry, it will be fine soon."

The thick parchment book turned silently at this moment, and a talisman inscription flew out of her body, and turned into a flashing quill in a few breaths.

Along with the rustling sound of writing that could be heard by the four people present, a little picture slowly emerged on the special parchment. Although it only occupied the tip of the iceberg of the entire painting, everyone could feel the gratuitousness from this tiny fragment. The coldness.

The painting seems to be endowed with spirituality, and while looking at the painting, its observer is also being looked at by the painting.

At this moment, the dark red light ball generated by the natural disaster breath rolled silently, and the spots on its surface that resembled human eyes slowly squirmed, like some kind of induction, and it finally looked at Aaron.

At the same time, in an unknown place.

Deaththroat, who was walking among the barren rocks, stopped, took off his cloak, and silently looked in the direction of Leiden City.

The originally dull face finally began to show expressions of excitement, doubt, and hesitation, and after several struggles, it returned to its dull expression.

To Deathmaw, this was nothing more than an insignificant episode.

For Sun Xuan, this will be his last hope.

He opened his mouth to sing joyfully, and the high-pitched music of the toast song appeared in this area again, and countless spirits steamed up to accompany him again.

Like a huge piece of rubber, wherever it passes, the spirituality of everything will be completely removed and erased.

He put on his hood silently, turned around stiffly, and continued his unfinished journey.