Shadow Apostle

Bizarre.

That was the only description Horst could think of.

In other words, Horst can't even think about this concept now.

He just felt that everything he perceived had become distorted, weird, and messy...

In front of his eyes were twisting colorful lines, and in his ears were gentle whispers.

But there was no panic or horror like when I saw various visions in the past.

There was just a burst of peace and joy, as if these were the real world.

This feeling seems good.

"Mr. Huo Si Te~"

The voice became extremely funny, and the lady beside her turned into a writhing light in her eyes. The warm colors made people feel warm, especially the small ball of the most brilliant light in the middle of the light and shadow. , it’s really... so charming.

So much so that Horst couldn't help but reach out.

"Snapped."

Miss Burnt knocked off the claw that was reaching for her money bag in disgust.

"What a nasty guy, huh, he never forgets money at a time like this." Jessica glared at the aggrieved Horst, then leaned in front of him and raised a finger, "Look carefully, how much is this?"

"Consulting fee." Horst's voice wavered, rising and falling, "One Luka."

"I'll beat you to death." While Horst was in a dazed state, Jessica gestured with her fists, angrily grabbed the pen on the table, and put the tip of the pen against Horst's face, but she still blushed. Throwing the pen back, "Hmph, the sobriety score is pretty good, the effect is great, and we can proceed to the next stage."

With that said, he put the scroll of the Lord of Shadows into Horst's hand.

The moment he held the scroll, Horst, who was in a daze, felt endless light and shadow erupting from his hand. For a moment, the whole world seemed to be swallowed up by light and shadow.

What you see in front of you or around you is a kind of existence that ordinary people cannot understand.

Incomparable mystery, incomparable wonder, like the truth of the world, like the eternal existence, indescribable, indescribable.

It can only be said that at this moment, Horst witnessed greatness and truth.

At this time, Horst finally understood why Jessica didn't explain to him in advance what to do in this process. He thought Jessica had some concerns at first, but now he realized that he was overthinking it.

Because there is no need to say it, and it is impossible to say it.

The moment he was swallowed by the light and shadow, Horst already instinctively understood what he should do.

There is literally nothing to do.

It seemed as if I could hear thousands of silent voices reciting the same holy words.

If the light is raging and scorching, I will use my body to block the sun and protect the world with my shadow.

If the darkness is rampant and the fear is cold, my shadow will step into the darkness, because behind me, there is endless light.

The holy words echoed over and over again, not ringing in the ears, but striking the depths of the soul.

Follow the most original will of your soul, follow the most sincere desire deep in your heart.

Horst responded unconsciously.

Because of recognition, I am envious.

Because of envy, I imitate.

Everything is just a matter of thought, and the soul changes naturally.

However, just as everything was proceeding step by step, Horst suddenly discovered that the surroundings had been surrounded by a light mist.

It is not the gray fog that is common in Mingyue City in the real world, but the bloody red fog that only appears in the dream world.

The red mist represents the fantasy world.

The strange red mist appeared suddenly. It was only a thin layer at first, but soon became thicker and thicker, even gradually covering up the gorgeous lights and shadows around it.

The fog is getting thicker and thicker, and the light and shadow are getting blurry.

For some reason, Horst felt a sense of enlightenment in his heart.

Without the blessing of gods and the protection of fellow believers, his will is under increasing pressure. Fighting alone, he will not be able to withstand the strange red mist that fills the air from the fantasy world.

Is this going to fail?

no.

Horst secretly gritted his teeth, concentrated all his willpower, and tried to see the light and shadow more clearly through the red mist.

Unfortunately, the dense fog was completely unaffected by his will, and continued to become thicker and thicker, and the bright and close light and shadow became lighter and lighter, approaching nothing.

Are you blocked by the fog? Then I'll take the initiative to get closer, and I can't just passively watch.

With the change of will, Horst approached the direction of the light and shadow with difficulty.

It did work. The light and shadow became slightly clearer, but the speed of clarity was not as fast as the dense fog. Soon, only a glimmer of light and shadow remained.

At this moment, Horst felt his stomach heat up, and a stream of heat spurted out.

Um? ? ?

His attention quickly moved down, and a ball of almost solid blood-colored mist spurted out from his abdomen, wrapping him tightly in it like countless tentacles formed by the mist.

Then, the mist tentacles all over his body sucked in like a black hole, and the red mist that surrounded him instantly dissipated, and the gorgeous light and shadow appeared in the perception again, floating slowly, more beautiful than before.

Horst opened his eyes suddenly.

He was still in the laboratory, and the sky outside had hardly changed.

Jessica was still scrubbing test tubes and beakers by the sink, and it looked like they had just finished scrubbing half of them.

What happened just now seems not to be an experience in reality. Could it be that it is in the spiritual world?

Horst frowned in confusion.

Moreover, that domestic tentacle just came out secretly to help. It smells like beef soup. I will call you beef soup from now on.

What now? Is this a failure?

Just as he was thinking about it, Jessica seemed to sense his gaze and turned around.

"Ah, you're awake?" Jessica smiled happily, "How are you? How do you feel?"

"How does it feel?" Horst smacked his lips, "It tastes good. It's aerated and a little sweet. How about another drink?"

"Creak, creak, creak." Miss Bernd gritted her teeth and glared at Horst, "Who asked you about the taste? I asked you about your experience when you tried it for the first time."

"I don't know either. It must have failed." Horst sighed and stood up, "I feel... fxxk..."

As soon as he exerted force on his legs, he noticed something was wrong, but it was already too late.

He rushed out and hit the wall.

"Boom."

"It doesn't feel right, I... ow, damn it."

"Boom."

This time I just held on to the ground and tried to get up. As a result, I rolled several times and hit the table before stopping.

"It seems that it may have been successful."

Horst carefully restrained his strength and finally stood up safely. He tried moving his hands and feet and found that his strength had increased by at least one-third.

Not only strength, speed, balance, and even neurological reaction ability have also increased accordingly. If you are not used to it now, you will indeed exert too much force, but as long as you adapt to the current physical fitness a little, you can perform like a normal person... Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah, boom.

The experimental table was pushed out of the way. When he retracted his hand, he subconsciously used too much force and staggered into the cabinet with his body.