"Tyrion! Wake up! Don't sleep, damn it!"

Valkyr Agatha flapped her wings crazily. The Dark Blade King in her arms was in a state of being stripped of all senses. When Agatha was forcibly dragged into the world of death, the world and death were inseparable.

The collision of the forces of the realm had a certain impact on Tyrion's soul.

His senses at this time were as if he were in a daze, being dragged into a roller that rotated tens of thousands of times a second. The terrifying dizziness that directly affected the soul gave Tyrion a long-lost thought.

He felt like vomiting, but the problem was that the soul could not vomit. This contradictory situation made his will become even more blurred.

Just like drinking a lot of wine, you may be completely fragmented and lose consciousness at any time. This bad feeling has nothing to do with the strength. It is purely the suppression of the different laws of the two worlds.

Val'kyr was flying while holding Tyrion, looking left and right. In Tyrion's eyes, this world was dim and dark, but in the eyes of shadow creatures like Val'kyr, it was a different attitude. Aga

Sa knows very well that beings like Tyrion who accidentally enter the Shadow Realm can easily attract some very scary and difficult things.

"Those...those dark things following you...what are they?"

Tyrion asked suddenly, which made Agatha stunned for a moment, and then whispered:

"Hold on! The next exit will be there soon... Those things, those are dementors, plunderers attracted by the smell of souls, who live on the negative emotions of souls. No one in the world of death wants to be with them.

They deal...wait, can you see them?"

"Yes! They are ugly!"

Tyrion said with difficulty. He shook his head and looked at the dark environment around him. His senses were slowly recovering, but it was like there was a layer of gauze between him and his soul. He couldn't see or hear clearly.

Not being able to touch or smell, this feeling is enough to drive a living person crazy, but Tyrion is a dead person, and he is more tolerant of these negative effects.

In his trance-like vision, he could see the black shadows running on all fours behind Agatha, like ghouls thrown into the ink, but they were thinner, more twisted, and more...

Slender and full of a feeling of awkwardness and fear. You can't see the eyes, you can only see the beating body.

They seem to appear everywhere, and even above Tyrion's head, you can see dementors twisting their limbs in reverse, chasing in an extremely weird posture. These guys are simply like all the negative effects of the Creator.

With the gathering of emotions, if Tyrion saw this thing in the real world, Tyrion would definitely slash it with his sword without hesitation.

But now, he can't do it... A few seconds later, maybe a few hours later, time has lost its meaning here. In short, Tyrion saw a twisted light in his increasingly heavy and confused eyes.

Gaza's voice also came at this moment:
Chapter completed!