Infinite Mask Game.

Chapter 276 Aftermath
Logically speaking, Wei Miao only has consciousness here now, and the phantom is just an unattainable illusion, but he can still be infected by his power.

She had to adopt a more conservative approach.

Don't even look at the magic circle.

Based on the changes in the surrounding environment alone, she could roughly guess how the situation would develop.

"The Silent God of Death actually sent down divine power directly. What kind of monster does He want to breed here?"

"He is definitely his follower, otherwise there would be no need to send out the statue in the Soul Requiem Field directly."

Wei Miao suddenly remembered something: "I understand."

"The Soul Hunter is not a true God's favored one. In other words, he is just a fake God's favored one! He couldn't even survive three hundred years of wear and tear. Obviously, his consciousness has not reached the level of a God's favored one. He is more like a mortal with great power, but his consciousness is not worthy of his essence."

"And the next one to be born is the true favor of God. The deep hatred of the ghoul is a kind of firm consciousness. With the help of the soul hunter, the supply and shaping of soul power, and the interference of the Silent Death God, it has more than enough capital to be promoted."

Just when I had some clues, something unexpected happened here again.

A force tinged with a sacred aura suddenly descended, as warm as spring, caressing the face gently and slightly dispelling the coldness.

The soft white light briefly overshadowed the dark green flames.

A feeling of joy arises spontaneously.

Thanks to God’s grace, He embraces me with a heart wider than the earth, sincerely blesses me and protects me, helps me drive away the cold and malice, eliminates disasters and pain, and even saves me from death and ascends to the sky...

"There is no doubt that this is the work of the Blessing Angel."

Wei Miao's main consciousness cut off these thoughts full of praise at the first moment.

Compared to the inharmonious yet irresistible feeling of the Way of Death, the methods of the Blessing Angel are more like poison wrapped in candied fruit.

It is more covert, subtly transforming consciousness, focusing on a grace that makes you praise Him from the bottom of your heart.

He is like your supporter, who will treat you with clear kindness, bless you and protect you.

If you are unlucky, He will wish you good luck; if you are covered with bruises, He will wish you a quick recovery; if nothing happens to you, He also wishes you a rapid rise.

It seems that everything is for your own good. The indescribable sense of trust makes people believe in these illusions unconditionally.

People are wary of malice but are happy to accept kindness.

Tenderness here can kill people the most.

If someone is willing to accept you unconditionally and treat you well, I'm afraid no one would not be moved.

Volunteers take the bait.

However, it is hard to say whether this kind of "voluntary" behavior has been guided and whether it can still be called "voluntary".

The power of the two gods clashed fiercely here. A contest of this level might not show any abnormality on the surface, or even these were just some dregs that leaked out from between His fingers, scattered at will in places He didn't care about.

Some things around them that are related to them will have corresponding representations.

The black fog and white light are the embodiment of the power of the two. Such a high-level power, just a remote contact of consciousness will cause erosion. If it is not intentionally restricted, a little aftermath is enough to crush the town of Sabo countless times.

But for some reason, this erosion seemed a little too light to Wei Miao.

She was quite self-aware. Although she had never come into contact with the will of God before and could hardly imagine its power, based on the detailed knowledge provided by the scholar, with her current consciousness strength, she would not even be qualified to be transformed into nutrients after a single encounter.

She had speculated that the masquerade might have played the role of a "curtain" in this.

The two forces intertwined, and the whole room was dim and bright, with unpredictable winds and clouds. The originally blazing green flames showed signs of instability, as if a strong wind was passing through, and the flames were getting bigger and smaller.

Even the shadow on the cross dimmed a little.

Once the confrontation occurs, there is no such thing as controlling the force, and the "agent" does not have such ability.

The flooding aftermath was like a whirlpool in the deep sea that annihilated everything. In the chaos, the sense of space was distorted, the sense of time was deprived, and colorful halos appeared and disappeared out of thin air.

In the vast field of vision, all objects appear to have a particle visual effect in the blink of an eye, and the color bands are stretched and distorted, just like the distorted screen of an old-fashioned TV.

In the hazy illusion, I couldn't tell the time, but a magnificent and broken picture flashed through my consciousness.

There are countless colorful spots of light like stars in the dim sky, some bright and some dim.

On the ground, the solidified skeletons seemed to be cast from molten gold, some in human form, some in unknown animal form. Without exception, they all looked up at the sky, holding up their thin arms, as if they were eager to grab something.

The picture is reversed. In the center of the boneyard, there is a giant dark golden Gothic coffin made up of layers of broken bones. The soul attached to it is humming, and soul-stirring hymns and requiems are flowing out.

Zevia!
Unknown whereabouts, the secret name of this area was imprinted deep in Wei Miao's mind, becoming a name she would never forget.

In another picture, what catches the eye is the towering dome of the palace, with exquisite patterns forming gorgeous painted murals.

The soft light from the sky shines through the gaps between the dome pillars, making this place look holy and noble.

At the end of the long hall, a being covered with white wings was swinging on a swing made of light. Countless images were flowing around Him, making it difficult to see where He was.

The hymn played from nowhere was vaguely floating in the air, and countless white feathers followed, naturally covering the peeping mouth and shattering the picture along with it.

In the inverted order, common sense is no longer firm.

However, a graceful figure leisurely passed by Wei Miao and walked towards the refining formation.

Although he had been enveloped by endless illusions of time and space, Wei Miao still maintained considerable rationality amidst the many thoughts, like an unshakable reef under the waves.

Her eyes passed over the bizarre scenery and followed the figure.

"I've seen her before. The woman dressed as a ghoul during the All Saints' Day service! I didn't expect her to show up at this moment."

Her appearance was beyond Wei Miao's expectations.

Wei Miao could foresee that there might be a confrontation between the two forces, but she didn't know why the woman, whom she had met once and whom she suspected was a real corpse ghost, came here at such a sensitive moment.

Moreover, judging by the way she strolled leisurely in the fierce aftermath, it was obvious that she was not a simple character.

Could it be that the Silent Death God has increased the stakes?
When passing by Wei Miao, she seemed to be aware of Wei Miao's presence and tilted her head to glance at him.

There was a relaxed and happy smile on his lips.

As she walked away, Wei Miao could only see her back.

The simple light blue silk clothing shattered into ashes as she walked, and she walked naked towards the rising flames.

Peaceful but determined, she surrendered herself to the flames.

In an instant, a strange premonition made Wei Miao's heart palpitate.

Before she could find the source of this feeling, the dark green flame changed color right under her eyes.

The flame was still cold and chilly, but as red as blood!