old room

Doug Mages drew a monster.

In the window of the room in the starry sky, Ivan also saw a monster hastily and fearfully.

It's just that Ivan only saw his cloudy pupils, but Master Doug also drew the part he hadn't seen (of course, the latter still didn't completely draw the whole picture of the indescribable thing, he blood is not enough).

Tentacles, slender tentacles, curled and entangled all over the dome and walls of the laboratory.

Aiwen wanted to search out a certain word in his mind to describe him...but no matter how hard he racked his brains, there was only a blank space in his mind.

Master Doug certainly doesn't have the gift of a painter, let alone the brushes he uses and the paint he uses are his own severed limbs and blood - but that's enough.

Those weird pictures, rough curves, entangled smooth outlines... The moment they fell into Aiwen's field of vision, the poor mage apprentice felt dizzy.

A strong sense of filth and distortion was clearly conveyed to him through the clumsy and rough lines.It was as if a wet, metallic tongue was licking his back.

Alvin felt very sick.

Every drop of blood that flowed in his body, every nerve and every muscle in his body was fighting against the twisted and evil that snaked out of the void.

But at the same time, an emotion that shouldn't appear appeared deep in Ivan's body.

Aiwen is unwilling to face it, but he has to admit that that emotion is called joy.

A part of his soul—wrapped in cold sweat, convulsions, and warm flesh in reality, the most precious and secret part buried in the body of the man named "Alvin Reeves" was eroded and destroyed. Rotten.

"Da da da……"

Alvin heard that tiny, evil friction sound again.

It was not until several minutes later that he noticed with horror that the sound was his own.

He pressed his tongue against the roof of his jaw, squeezed out the air, and made that weird sound with the tip of his tongue.

"Well--"

Alvin suddenly covered his mouth.

"Do not."

he said softly to himself.

The liquid on the ground is only the last faint light.

Darkness gathered in this gloomy laboratory again, and the metallic atmosphere became even stronger.

The slender tentacles painted on the walls and ceiling seemed to be wriggling restlessly.From the corner of his eye, Ivan caught a glimpse of the entanglement and crawling of those things.But as long as Aiwen looked at that area seriously, the lines outlined with condensed blood instantly froze on the rough wall and remained motionless.

However, those lines are gradually becoming finer and more realistic. Although the extent is very limited, every time Ivan looks away and looks back at the portraits, the murals are changing.

A strong sense of helplessness and despair enveloped Ivan bit by bit, and every nerve ending in him was soaked in fear. ;

Alvin tries to escape.

But when he barely stood up and rushed to the door of the laboratory, he found that the door to leave had disappeared.

The place where the original gate was located was replaced by a rough stone wall, and on that wall, without exception, it was covered with dark red twisted lines.

They looked like a group of snakes in breeding season, and Ivan didn't even dare to look at them more.

He has vaguely realized that his vision may be the reason for the changes in those murals.

Just like Master Doug said before, "He" wants Ivan to see himself.

Aiwen dragged his mage robe back to the test bench, and he stepped into the potion emitting faint light without any scruples.Normally, his actions could be called reckless, or crazy. After all, no one knows what is mixed in those potions—it might be unicorn blood, but it is more likely to be scorpion demons. tail sting venom.

But for Aiwen now, those are not important anymore. In his heart that is on the verge of being broken, the only thing that matters is that small piece of dying light.

In the darkness, the wet friction sound became more and more obvious, so obvious that even Ivan, who was about to go crazy, couldn't convince himself that those sounds were just his imagination.

Aiwen even tried to cast a light spell on that piece of black hair, but even such a small spell was a fantasy for Aiwen at this moment.

His spells disappeared before they could reach his fingertips, and the frightening thing was that the demise of the spells was not even due to the lack of magic factors, but because Aiwen's own sanity was collapsing.

"Da da……"

The voice became clearer, and it was approaching Ivan.

Aiwen involuntarily knelt down in the potion with only fluorescent light left, and put his hands on the ground.A splinter of some crystal vessel cut his palm, and his blood flowed out.

"clatter……"

Two balls of light lit up in the depths of the room.

Ai Wen opened his eyes wide, staring blankly at the two continuously rotating and spreading rays of light.

Cloudy red, dull yellow.

There are countless wriggling black tentacles inlaid beside the two rays of light.

Ivan shivered uncontrollably, his strength and sanity leaked out of his body like running water.

An icy exhalation with a strong metallic taste gently sprayed on Calvin's exposed skin.Then, something wet, as if wrapped in mucus, touched Ivan.

In the dim light of the potion, Ivan saw those tentacles.

Slender and flexible, the surface is covered with mucus, and under the mucus, a series of eyeballs.

All those eyeballs stared straight at Ivan.

"no no……"

A broken scream overflowed from Aiwen's pale lips-but in reality, his scream sounded like the last moan of a dying person.

But those things didn't stop there.

They meandered up Aiwen's body, from fingers to arms, from toes to calves, they slowly slid under Aiwen's mage robe, and then on Aiwen's goosebumps because of fear A filthy slime was left behind.

Aiwen started to cry, he called out the names of all the gods he could think of... and finally added the names of demons and evil gods, just begging any gods in the sky and purgatory to save him now .

But it didn't work.

Not a single god responded to him, not even the slightest, and it felt as if all higher beings in the world had completely disappeared.

The only thing left here is Aiwen, a weak, weak and fragile mage apprentice... and the "thing" who was in the same room with him.

The "he".

Ivan wanted to struggle, but like the venom-infused prey in the queen spider's lair, he remained awake, but he couldn't move.

In extreme panic, Ivan finally passed out.