The sun sets westward, and the once violent sunlight gradually fades, revealing a slightly tired face. A faint twilight begins to rise from all over the world, contaminating everything in the vision.

But the faint twilight is much brighter than the strange and dimness reflected in the "cover" in front of you. The surroundings of the monastery are completely blocked by unnatural twilight, just like they are forcibly divided into two different worlds from the outside world.

Listen carefully and quietly, from the monastery covered by the "cover" overflowing dusk, there were faintly sounds of low bells. Continuous metal roars shook the air, and at the same time, the listener's soul, and inexplicably restlessness surged inside the body.

"Is this cover... a field of magical creation?" He walked off the motor vehicle driven by his elder sister shakingly. Curt couldn't help but shake his head. The person in charge of the mercenary management office was really not satisfactory. "It seems that he has already put the entire monastery ruins inside."

A strange feeling drifted from this "cover". A person with common sense of spells just observe it a little and will find that the spell has a big problem. The magic power flowing in this spell structure is completely uncontrollable, and it is as chaotic as a mess.

Logically speaking, if you want to use such an unorganized spell structure to maintain a huge field, you will think that the organization level is too loose and collapse at the moment you release it. But for some reason, this cover can maintain the stability of this incredible framework and continue to operate.

Curt looked back and looked at the big sister's head about to get out of the car and asked in a low voice: "Big sister, are you sure Oscar's contacts were sent from here? This should be within the private area of ​​the college. Should they just let this kind of thing appear on their territory?"

Just now, when he was discussing the topic of threat letters with his elder sister, the front desk operator suddenly came over. According to him, Oscar, who had no job, sent a message with his badge. Judging from the content of the message, the person who suffered with him also included Liqi.

"This is Oscar, we're in trouble." The message in the badge can only convey a few words, and he can only try to choose simple words, "I inform my sister, Mr. Curt, I, Miss Liqi, and Mio. I encountered abnormal situations in this coordinate... I request support."

The message technique carried in the badge is not a particularly complex spell, and the Oscar's summons are intermittent as if they were severely disturbed, accompanied by various noises. After being positioned, Curt and his badge reactions were issued from the abandoned village in the private area of ​​the academy.

Regardless of why Oscar and the others ran into this monastery in the ruins, such a strange thing stood on the private ground of the academy was already suspicious enough.

In addition, Curt felt that he needed to revoke his criticism of the function of the badge, at least at such an emergency. This small piece of metal is still of a little use. If it weren't for Oscar's use, he forgot that the badge could still use this fact in reverse.

"Even if the noble 'Twelve Directions Wind' stayed in Yin Yao Tower all day long, he would not be able to see all the happenings in the private areas of the academy." The elder sister holding a small handheld machinist gun suddenly threw the car door on her head and looked at the cover in front of her with a fierce look. "What's more, the guy who can play such a large spell is not so low that he can't even cover up the basics."

Although Big Sister is just a scholar, she still has a good understanding of spells as a reserve of knowledge. She knows much more than Curt, who is not even a half-baked in spell theory, and it solves Curt's doubts in just a few words.

As the elder sister said, it is unreasonable to cover the "dunday" of the monastery. The magic structure is also incredible, but almost no extra magic is released. When you look closer, you will find that although this cover looks full of strangeness, it actually feels like nothing is abnormal.

Yes, it just looks different from the surrounding color, and there is no abnormality. Curt stretched out his hand and touched the "cover", but the dividing line between the two sides was like a phantom. Curt's hand penetrated into the false dusk without any obstacle.

The barriers at dusk did not stop anyone from entering or leaving at least for now. Curt noticed that there were still some remnants of the magic cube array remaining on the open blue-gray gate of the monastery. There was no doubt that it was his most familiar style of depiction without having to tell who he knew it.

It seems that there is no problem with the positioning technology of the management office. Let’s not talk about whether Oscar is still inside, but Curt is at least sure that his sister who could run away at any time has been here. The chalk traces left on the door are undoubtedly pointing out that she is the culprit of blasting it away.

Holding the short knife that had not yet returned to Grosted, Curt gently stepped on the trail paved with heavy stone bricks, and the eldest sister followed half a step behind him. The mechanic gun in her hand had been adjusted to a state that could be fired at any time. Without a conversation, the two of them entered the dusk-colored realm with tacit understanding.

The sky does not represent the "sun", and the sun that gradually droops from a normal angle cannot be seen. All you can see is inferior dusk, dusk, and dusk. The colors in this space seem to be deliberately created to cater to the theme of "sunny", full of incongruity.

Not only the sky above the head, but the details except the main body of the monastery are filled with a sense of incongruity. Drops of foreign objects are slowly overflowing from the corners. Although they are slowly, they are eroding the entire dusk color space bit by bit, making people feel that it will disintegrate at any time.

The space inside the cover is quite calm, and only the continuous bell rings in my ears. The bell seems to be heard only on the ground at dusk, but it becomes so clear just two or three steps away from the outside of the circle, making it difficult to equate it with the bell that I could only notice slightly.

If you only look at the surrounding environment, this field seems to have really fallen into twilight, but the rough orange on the sky has ruined this impression. If this is a person's painting, then the sky is definitely the biggest failure. Anyone who sees this hypocritical sky will be filled with disgust.

That inferior twilight was like a painter with a rough technique. He smeared the paint he mixed randomly into the canvas in a mess, just to express the concept of "dunge" and the colors were piled up monotonically, without the sensation of light that normal dusk should have.

"It's really a waste of things. Such an excellent building has become vulgar under the meaningless decoration."

Curt's evaluation of this monastery was very high, and the beautiful decorations everywhere made him feel regretful and puzzled: "However, why would such a good monastery be abandoned? These decorations are definitely expensive, and it is a bit unreasonable to give up like this."

Although the Wikinas religion is a niche religion in Katris, all believers have only tens of thousands of people in total. A monastery of this level should be the highest religious place around Katris religion. How could those believers and monks give up easily?

"I can't explain clearly, I heard that it seemed to be involved in an incident or something else." The elder sister replied casually, searching the neighborhood with vigilance to determine whether there were any hidden enemies around her. "I was still a little devil at that time, so how could I remember this kind of thing."

"That's indeed a long time ago, and many people may not remember it." After saying that, the eldest sister added, "If you are interested, go to the library to read the newspapers at that time. It is not a trivial matter to abandon a village, and there will definitely be reports in the newspaper."

The main hall where Li Qi and the other two passed by were also painted with the same color at this time, and the aliens who were wandering in the shadows also suffered the same treatment. These twisted alien monsters appeared silently around the two and tried to attack, but they would always easily destroy them.

The side door that directly leads to the central courtyard was blocked by something, and it was impossible to pass without destroying the gate. After all, this is the private place of the college, and Curt is unwilling to destroy such an excellent building. The two had to break through the alien's heavy surround and surround it to the corridor leading to the side hall.

"It's such a strange feeling. How should I say... to make air?" Walking in the locked monastery, besides the footsteps of the two, there were only continuous bells left. Curt looked at the dissipating alien with a subtle expression, "What exactly are these things? Even if they are knocked down, there is no real feeling..."

The short sword in his hand disintegrated one strange-shaped enemy after another into pieces, and the big sister's head's gun bullet also accurately hit several enemies who suddenly appeared. But none of these enemies left wreckage. After each alien completely lost its activity, it would turn into a smog of smoke and dust floating in the air.

All the aliens appearing in the monastery are not suitable for "enemy". They appear silently near Curt or the head of the elder sister, trying to attack them with weapons connected to their limbs. After they are knocked down, they will disappear silently as if they appear.

Coming without a trace makes people wonder what is fighting with them, they are like the demons in ancient fairy tales that only appear at dusk. Even if they destroy their bodies, they can only let them retreat back to the darkness and continue to spy on the dark corners.

The enemies seemed endless, and it was particularly obvious to advance in this corridor leading to the side hall. Before we could take a few steps, enemies who appeared from somewhere suddenly attacked them in their dead corners. In this corridor of less than a hundred steps, the two of them had destroyed at least a dozen enemies.

The aliens were like hungry wolves, crazily attacking the enemy. (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!