The storm swept, and the thunder sounded like the roar of a beast.

Every corner of the body was filled with a whine that seemed to be scattered, as if someone was constantly pounding it with a stone mortar, and was about to be crushed into powder.

The air was breathing wildly in his ears, and countless pieces were floating between the gap between the "sky" and the "sky", and the clouds coiled around were difficult to distinguish the colors. The head was almost paralyzed, and it was almost impossible to tell where it was above and where it was below.

The body is falling rapidly - at least the feeling of the body tells Curt. But if you want to use the gradually falling fragments scattered around you as a reference, then the feeling at this moment is like flying upwards, full of indescribable twists.

The darkness has never been so heavy, and the insignificant light twisted in the dark background. The purple-black and monster electric light that flashed from time to time brought a little light to this space that was almost covered with dark black - it's a pity that this glimmer of light was meaningless under the thick dark curtain.

In the gaps between the clouds, countless scars were cracked, and what gushed out from it was purple-black light like a group of snakes. Everything they touched, whether it was wreckage or fragments, even rain and air, was swept into those cracks and was twisted into blocks that were not clear about the prototype.

Curt subconsciously grabbed Liqi's hand and confirmed her existence through the body temperature that was colder than the wind and rain. On the other end, the girl bit her lower lip tightly and gestured in the void with her free hand, trying her best to build a spell that could cushion the momentum of falling.

However, her struggle was futile in the end, and the chaotic magic surrounding her body kept tearing the two of them. The cube array built with the magic power in her body was swallowed by the crazy turbulent flow around her before it was barely formed, and it was completely unable to build a complete structure.

Despite this, she was still trying hard.

Not giving up easily—or rather than admitting her miscalculation—Liqi’s arrogance drove her to use all her magic to fight the turbulent flow around her. Before the broken magic cube array turned into shining fine dust and disappeared, it did drive away sporadic lightning.

"Hey, Curt."

Once again, watching his spells turn into bubbles and flew away, Liqi whispered: "It seems that this time, we two are really going to be finished. But since we became like this, we have been 'living' for so long. So using this extraordinary method to welcome the end is reasonable, right?"

It was so relaxed that it seemed like she was discussing her end. The girl burst into laughter unscrupulously. She casually fiddled with the magic line at her fingertips, and once again challenged the action of constructing spells in this endless turbulent stream. It didn't look like she was struggling dyingly at all.

The black magic flowed out of Liqi's body and sprayed towards the surroundings like a wave, as if she wanted to erode her own domain in this space. The shadows leaped around her, turning into thin tentacles, tangling with the surrounding turbulence. They started to fight violently.

"Isn't it just death? We have never died before." Curt curled his lips indifferently, then pulled Liqi over and hugged her in front of him. "It has been decided since the establishment of the 'contract'. We are a community of shared destiny tied together and we can't escape even if we want to."

I am not afraid of death, but just waiting for the end of my destiny.

Both of them have seen countless deaths, including several of them. However, from an objective perspective, the two people from the Ryanster family still exist and have not become dry bones in any tomb. They have not become natural fertilizers.

However, there is no conclusion on what kind of development this time, neither Curt nor Liqi. Curt glanced at Liqi, who was focused on casting spells, and then looked at the space where there were several debris floating, and calmed down to examine everything that was passing by quickly.

Where is this place?

It is in the sky, or outside the Dominion - then again, it is necessary to doubt whether it is the original "world". Before falling into this dark "abyss", Curt only had time to see the endlessly expanding dark "sun" in front of him swallowing him.

Perhaps it can be said that I and Liqi fell into it.

Wooah ahhhhhhhhh…

Surrounding the surroundings and resounding through this space, there are screams that are like dying wailing. They blend like a chorus. They weave layers of dissonance surrounding the ears of the two. This is the dying cry of the cursed soul, and the strange whispers formed the cursed cry.

The spells and the Slots all turned into fragmented dead bodies and fragments called "soul matter", which were all things that were taken together in the "sun" not long ago. Now, they quickly passed by the two of them like rain, falling into the bottomless darkness.

Maybe this place may not be the space where you once lived - for no reason, Curt had such an irrelevant idea. The moment he was sucked into the dark "sun", he seemed to see a broken scenery, with the mountains and rocks, ruthlessly torn apart.

With the quagmire-like black sphere as the center, everything around it was twisted, and the already tilted scene was covered by darkness in an instant.

The sky was filled with rainstorms, and the solid rock statues were still resounding. Everything was like a painting of malicious ink poured with ink, losing its boundaries. The outline of things disappeared in the blink of an eye, and the emptiness of nothing swallowed everything, while blinding his eyes with darkness.

I'm afraid it seems that it almost appears in a black space, and it is not the true "black". Just in this world where light is distorted, human eyes cannot capture the clear color difference, so they have to express it through complete "darkness".

Never thought that such an encounter would happen - even now, it was just a random delusion. Curt never thought that his random thoughts were correct, even if he occasionally hit the mark, he would have expected the worst outcome.

You should know that the name "Disaster Raven" is really not a joke.

Of course, if you want to say something, it is not absolutely impossible - after all, those rare "exotic people" have proved that the adjacent world does exist. For example, Aurodin, who comes from far away and now works for President François, and various foreign visitors recorded in history are unquestionable evidence.

But if Curt wants to be the same existence as them, he lacks the corresponding sense of reality. The unknown world is really an incomprehensible subject.

After all, one is closely linked to the world, and then through the continuous accumulation of thinking and memory, one finally creates an individual. In any case, as long as one is still in the world, all the things one can come into contact with are emotional and ultimately originated from the world.

There is no doubt that if Curt and Liqi were really thrown into another world, the most basic principle is - can this body accept the concept of that world? They have long known how fragile the human body is. With just a little deviation, it will be enough to die countless times.

If it really leads to another "world", then what is waiting for the two of them in the depths of this seemingly endless darkness? And the Slots who were torn into pieces and then transformed into the power of that man, have become part of the world in a sense?

There are so many questions worth pondering - although it doesn't matter after all.

"It's really interesting, what do you think will happen to us in the end?"

Some people say that before dying, people will see the revolving lanterns looking back for their lives, but Curt did not feel strange at all: "Or it is because we are self-indulgent this time, but we still can't die. If that's true, I really don't know what kind of expression I should show."

The feeling of time gradually becomes paralyzed with the continuous fall, giving people the illusion that it is almost endless. The dark space is like there is really no end. Apart from the air that shaves on the surface, nothing can prove that they are really falling.

"Your joke is not interesting, and your crow's mouth is accurate every time." Liqi moved restlessly in Cott's arms, as if Curt's hand had hindered her knitting spell movement. "If that's the case, it means that the contract we have signed will be postponed again."

Anyway, it's not the first time. Many times, they bet on life challenges, but in the end they returned to normal with a broken body as if they were ridiculous. Since the accident a long time ago, the "boundary" between life and death of the two men has been blurred, not like living or dead, nor like walking corpses.

It makes people feel unhappy, this is not the situation you want to face - it would be better to say that such a "life" is like a vicious curse.

But... this time they did not need to go through the "regeneration" process that made life worse than death. Two foreign objects in their bodies were falling continuously, as if they were bored with the dark orbs that were swallowing them. So soon, the two felt the turbulence around them began to roll at a greater scale.

The clouds wrapped around it cracked, and purple-black lightning, dense as spider webs, burst out with dazzling flashes after the split wound. The discord sound became even higher, mixed with the sound of wind and rain, and turned into a deafening roar - behind it, there were the wailings of thousands of ghosts.

Through the light and shadow of the thunder behind the clouds, Curt clearly saw a gray and white wasteland. He and Liqi were not falling, but were flying directly above the wasteland.

The only thing that greeted them below was a rocky rock field. (To be continued)

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Chapter completed!