Infinite Mask Game

In theory, Wei Miao only has consciousness here now, and the phantom is just an unattainable illusion, but it can still be infected by His power.

She had to take a more conservative attitude.

She didn't even look at the magic circle.

She could roughly guess the development of the situation based on the changes in the surrounding environment.

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

"It must be His followers, otherwise there would be no need to directly send out the statues in the Soul Requiem Field."

Wei Miao suddenly remembered something: "I understand."

"The Soul Hunter is not a true God's follower, or rather, just a pseudo-God's follower! He couldn't even withstand three hundred years of wear and tear. Obviously, he has not reached the level of God's follower in terms of consciousness. He is more like a mortal with powerful power, and his consciousness is not worthy of his essence."

"And the one to be born next is the real God's follower. The deep hatred of the corpse ghost is not a kind of firm consciousness. With the addition of the soul hunter, the supply and shaping of soul power, and the interference of the Silent Death God, it has enough capital to be promoted."

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

A force stained with a sacred breath suddenly descended, warm as spring, gently caressing my face, slightly expelling the coldness.

The soft white light temporarily overshadowed the dark green flames.

A feeling of joy arose spontaneously.

Thanks to God's grace, He embraced me with a heart wider than the earth, sincerely blessed me, protected me, helped me drive away the cold and malice, eliminated disasters and pain, and even saved me from death and ascended 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 time.

Compared with the inharmonious but irresistible weird feeling of the Way of the God of Death, the means of the Blessing Angel are more like poison wrapped in candied fruit.

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

He seems to be your backer, and 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 in wounds, 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 unspeakable sense of trust makes people believe these illusions unconditionally.

People are wary of malice, but are willing to accept kindness.

Tenderness is the most murderous here.

If someone is willing to tolerate you unconditionally and treat you well, I am afraid no one will not be tempted.

The willing ones take the bait.

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

The power of the two gods clashed fiercely here. This level of competition may not be detected on the surface, and even these are just some dregs leaked from the fingers, and scattered at will in places where He is indifferent.

Some things related to them around will have corresponding representations.

The black fog and white light are the embodiment of the power of the two. Such a high-level power would cause erosion just by contacting it through the air. If it were not intentionally restricted, a little aftermath would be enough to crush the town of Sabo countless times.

But for some reason, this erosion seemed 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, according to the detailed knowledge provided by the scholar, with her current strength of consciousness, 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 it.

The two forces were intertwined, and the whole room was bright and dark, and the wind and clouds were strange.

The originally blazing green flame showed signs of instability, as if a strong wind passed through, and it was getting bigger and smaller.

Even the shadow on the cross dimmed a little.

Once the confrontation occurred, there was no such thing as controlling the force, and the "intermediary" did not have such ability.

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

In the vast vision, all objects appeared in a particle visual effect in the blink of an eye, coupled with the stretching and distortion of the color bands, like the distorted screen of an old-fashioned TV.

In the blurred illusion, it is unclear when, and there are magnificent and broken pictures passing through the consciousness.

In the dim sky, there are countless colorful light spots like stars, bright or dark.

On the ground, the solidified bones seem to be cast from molten gold, with both human shapes and unknown beasts. Without exception, they look up at the sky, holding up their slender arm bones, as if eager to grab something.

The picture is reversed. In the center of the bone field, a dark golden giant Gothic coffin is made of layers of broken bones. The soul attached to it hums and sings softly, and the soul-stirring hymns and requiems flow out.

Zevia!

Without knowing where it came from, 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 caught her eye was the towering dome of the temple, with delicate patterns forming gorgeous painted murals.

The soft skylight sprinkled through the gaps between the pillars of the dome, making this place holy and noble.

At the end of the long temple, a being covered with white wings swung on a swing formed by light, with countless images flowing around him, making it difficult to see where he was.

The hymn played from nowhere was hazy and drifting, and countless white feathers followed, naturally covering the peeping mouth and breaking the picture together.

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

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

Although she was clearly wrapped in endless space-time illusions, in the midst of many thoughts, Wei Miao still maintained considerable rationality, like a reef that did not move under the waves.

Her eyes passed over those bizarre scenes and followed the figure.

"I have seen her, the woman dressed as a corpse ghost during the All Saints' Day ceremony! I didn't expect her to appear 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 who had met once and was suspected of being a real corpse ghost came here at such a sensitive moment.

Moreover, looking at her leisurely strolling in the fierce aftermath, it was obviously not a simple character.

Could it be the Silent Death God's addition?

When passing by Wei Miao, she seemed to be aware of Wei Miao's existence and glanced at him.

There was a relaxed and happy smile on her lips.

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

The simple light blue silk clothes were broken into ashes as she walked, and she walked naked towards the rising flames.

Calmly and firmly, she immersed herself in the flames.

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

Before she found the source of this feeling, the dark green flames changed color under her eyes.

The flames were still cold, but red as blood!