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It's neither alive nor dead. If you put a little pressure on it, it will become a dead part. Everything in this city has been completely eroded by strange power, and there is an aura that makes him sick.

The declining king stood motionless deep in the alley, wearing the standard gentleman's clothing of Western civilization. He looked extremely abrupt in this city full of oriental charm. It was like the Flying Apsara of Dunhuang and the Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains appeared in the oil painting of The Birth of Venus.

A realistic Greek god with blond hair and blue eyes appeared. The pinprick-like feeling of pollution and temptation in his spiritual intuition had not dissipated. There seemed to be a pair of eyes watching Him from the darkness. He reached out and scratched the air.

, and then I remembered that my "scepter" was still in the hand of my half-body who was dozing in outer space.

"This is also a good opportunity to establish contact with the earth." He said to himself, and then denied himself, "That's it. The aesthetics of the City of Disaster are too poor, I don't like these weird things."

The Declined King walked out of the alley and came to a subtle magical city in an unknown area of ​​​​this era. The corpse-like passers-by around him noticed him, pointed curiously, and spontaneously gathered around him, muttering something in their mouths.

They said some words that seemed to belong to the Chinese language and literature system but the pronunciation was very strange. The outside gods looked at them with a mysterious expression on their faces that probably meant "the sefirah is speaking".

"The telegraph booth doesn't even pretend to be anything. It's so perfunctory. It seems that the city of disaster not only has no artistic aesthetic ability, but also has insufficient activation level."

He said this inspiredly, somewhat nonchalantly: "This place will be materially weakened, physically corrupted, and spiritually destroyed."

The curse of the gods fell, and the wind of death swept across the entire city in an instant. The buildings made of bricks and cement made a dull roar, as if a giant dragon was breathing quietly. Wherever it passed, the neon lights flickered and went out, and the circuits were damaged.

Sparks exploded, and the dirty river water turned into stagnant water, and all that floated up were dead fish of flesh and bone. The smooth paint layer on the surface of the building quickly peeled off, revealing the interior that seemed to have been eroded by rain for a thousand years. The ground was in a very short period of time.

It loses activity over time and gradually turns into a gray-white color like burned paper, as if it were made of ashes.

Pedestrians approaching were turned into black ashes. They did not collapse immediately, but still stood with the same actions as before.

Then they all collapsed in the next second, with only the bones of plants remaining, and the ruins of the city were covered with thick ash.

The Declined King gently exhaled, and then - the ashes hovering in the sky boiled like boiling water, rising straight to the top of the sky. It was like a giant gray-black tree reaching to the sky growing like crazy,

It covered the entire world at a speed that was difficult to see with the naked eye, stretched out countless ferocious twisted branches, and pierced somewhere in the sky. Black-red blood flowed from the cracks in the sky, becoming a blood-red waterfall hundreds of meters long.

, dyeing this lifeless land red.

Something like "click" was thrown to His feet by branches made of ashes. The ground shook and rumbled like thousands of giants running on the earth. This polluted city was about to collapse together with the space.

The declining king lowered his eyes slightly, and the dark giant tree behind him collapsed instantly. The thick mist-like ashes wrapped the thing, turning into chains and seals and penetrating it. He looked at the unknown squirming mass at his feet.

Flesh and blood, for a moment, smiled without a smile.

"The end of a mere activated source material extending out."

He said, "How dare you look down on me?"

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An earthquake occurred in Binxi Island at night. It was not big, only about 3-5 magnitude. Members of the Church of the Storm stationed in the area hurriedly came out to check. Fortunately, there were no traces of occultism or man-made, and except for a house in disrepair.

No one was injured except for the collapse in the earthquake.

At this time, the instigator had already returned to his villa in Backlund. Edward Vaughn was drinking tea leisurely, and the Declined King had taken back his power and returned to the bottom of his consciousness.

He held a ball of black surging ashes in his hand, which was wrapped in an indescribable red ball that seemed to be alive.

There is one thing that needs to be determined urgently.

Not far away, Amon was sitting cross-legged on the dense vines, holding a copy of "C is the most beautiful language in the world" and meditating hard, pulling out his hair one by one. Ancient scholars passing by might be able to click on it on the spot.

Bright Shard. He was immersed in the ocean of learning, and lying at his feet was a black crow with white circles on all fours, foaming at the mouth.

Seeing the alien god coming back, he quickly put his hands on the ground and wanted to get up and ask for advice. But when he saw the other person striding straight to Adam's position, he sat back without any surprise and continued to fight against the crystallization of the old civilization.

"?"

Adam, who had his head hanging down, heard the footsteps and felt the approaching breath. As soon as he raised his head, he saw that the alien god who had tortured him for more than a hundred years threw something aside and stretched out his claws towards him.

He moved subconsciously, but chose to give up the struggle.

The outer god had a serious expression, stretched out his hands to cover both sides of Adam's head, fixed the back of his head with his fingers, covered his ears with his palms, and put his thumbs right on his temples. This action of directly controlling the weak point made Adam tighten his fists instantly.

His pupils were raised in a defensive posture, knowing that his efforts were in vain, but he still tried his best to build countless layers of mental fortresses.

Although he has long lost his extraordinary characteristics, he has been deprived of the possibility of "death". Fortunately, thanks to his "virtual personality" identity, he can still manage to divide his consciousness and memory, and separate the important ones.

The information is divided into pieces and hidden in the corners of countless mental islands. Even if the outer gods want to obtain information from Him, it will be as troublesome as searching for the necessary books in a huge uncategorized library.

...Of course, trouble is trouble, and my method has not really succeeded a few times, because the other party is unexpectedly patient.

The cold forehead of the Outer God touched her, and two pairs of inhuman eyes, one blue and one gold, looked at each other through each other's foreheads, and neither of them closed their eyes.

Their contest began for the umpteenth time. However, the virtual personality would not grow, and his opponent had already figured out the most efficient way to deal with him during the long confrontation and research. When he discovered that this invasion did not come from

Instead of the center of his eyebrows or temples, the hands that fixed his head gradually changed its structure and shape. When they suddenly penetrated his almost defenseless ears and back of his head, Adam reacted so hard that his pupils stood up and his scales could not be fastened.

Leave a gap, but it's too late.

Those hands are not hands, they are weapons, the roots of plunder.

His mind was being invaded, just like every time in the past hundred years. The alien gods looked at him coldly. They were of different races, had opposite ideas, and their civilizations were very different. They looked at him as if there was nothing in his body.

Writing the history of mortals without any ripples made him feel extremely uncomfortable.

The gods from beyond the sky cut open His skin and flesh with a sharp, knife-like scrutiny, picked out His bones, and calculated how much they were worth.

Adam heard the sound, but not through his ears, but through their direct contact on the surface of the cerebral cortex. It was a sound like wind blowing leaves, gentle but extremely hypnotic and aggressive. Hundreds of layers of defense

Violently broken through one by one, the pain in his consciousness landed on his "body" and turned into light electrical signal stimulation, sometimes chilling, sometimes burning like fire. The outer god monitored these signals meticulously, confirming that they were mobilized to stimulate

Which area can mess up his mind and spirit faster?

Adam roared from his mouth and tried his best to resist all this. Every part of his body was transforming into the form of a spiritual dragon. However, the layers of branches that bound him quickly used their sharp claws to curl up the wings of the wind,

All the powerful bodies were strangled, and the ends penetrated the body like needles through the gaps in the scales, using the spirit of decay to force him to calm down. Just like giving adrenaline to an animal being dissected to maintain life, these spirits kept him awake.

, with a peaceful mind, without any resistance, and willingly continue to suffer torture at the hands of external gods.

"really……"

The voice of the Outer God rumbled in his mind, huge waves surged in the ocean of his soul, and the islands were shattered one after another. An invisible hand stirred the sea water, grabbing his own clone from time to time and crushing it,

Looking for the information and memories he needed. As a result, Adam's consciousness was completely disordered. He was shivering all over, and the pain had a temperature that could be recorded as strange and grotesque pictures. His spirit was infected with withering and coldness countless times.

The breath. According to records, it took him at least 20 hours to rebuild his form and spirit after this.

"Both you and He know what happened on Bansi Island..."

"It was my pollution that made Him forget this."

Confusing sounds roared through His chaotic hearing system. The Outer God acted swiftly and swiftly. He had experienced hundreds of battles and mobilized His body that was already dripping with cold sweat through direct stimulation of various parts of the brain. After the extreme pain, He gave alms

He changed his strategy as if he were a child, and used the method of big stick sweet dates with great proficiency. His senses were forced to operate at high speed with difficulty, secreting too much joy and fabricated joy in his thinking and five senses, and using happiness and joy after pain.

Easily disintegrate your own consciousness.

No, no, this is absolutely... But it's useless. He indeed feels a kind of happiness that appears out of thin air and should never occur.

After the extreme cold, there was a sudden attack of high temperature. After the spring was pressed to the extreme, it suddenly spread out, and unintended emotions of ecstasy and pleasure rushed into his mind. This was torture that was more unbearable than pain. His stiff limbs

His body began to soften, and small branches got into his fist, spreading it out little by little, causing him to completely lose his strength.

Resistance is ineffective. Resistance is ineffective. It’s meaningless. Give up the struggle. There was a brief blank in Adam’s consciousness. He didn’t know what to do or what he could do. He even had an urge to give up on himself, which made him simply give up thinking and resisting and put himself

Hand over everything you know and think. You are just a virtual personality. There is no need to bear these damn tortures on behalf of the real body. There is no humiliation in surrender and failure. Being invaded and dominated is worthy of joy... These imposed thoughts that do not belong to Him will

It wandered around in his mind for a long time, and was finally taken away and collected by the outer gods.

He is like a fish, blowing bubbles on the shore, and each bubble is filled with chaotic thoughts like a disordered dream.

After about a long time, Adam felt that his head had lost its support and dropped suddenly, almost bending at a right angle with his spine. He realized that the vine branches that bound him were only loosely holding him because he had given up long ago.

Resistance. His golden hair was wet with sweat, and Adam was not even used to the feeling of breathing. His confused consciousness told him that the air was red, and that the dragon should breathe with its gills in the water.

The root system of the Outer God has returned to the shape of a hand. He picked up an unknown percentage of the pollution in the City of Disaster and sealed it conveniently. Adam stared at those hands, which were pale and slender, with distinct joints, wearing something like that

The black half-finger gloves seemed to be just a pair of hands, and the person standing there was really a person.

The foreign god glanced at him, then turned around, not giving him another look.

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When passing by Amon, who was thinking hard, the Outer God suddenly stopped and glanced down like a class teacher who suddenly appeared behind a student - Amon was still reading the first section of the first chapter.

If he remembered correctly, it's been about two hours, and if you don't practice it, what can you understand after reading this theoretical book for a hundred years? Why not go to the Church of Steam and steal Russell's manuscript first?

, learn Gundam manufacturing techniques from scratch.

"And you, Amon." The Declined King said sincerely, "If you can't learn it, don't learn it. There are no computers in this era anyway."

TBC

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When I’m Conceiving: What I’m Thinking About

When I write: What am I writing?

After writing: What am I writing?

Why would a sparse and ordinary trouble with Adam be written down like a notebook by me? I hope I'm okay.

"Your resistance and persistence are meaningless to me. I can invade your brain and control your cerebral cortex, modify your understanding and your thoughts, and I can also weaken your body and link your consciousness to control your behavior. If you

If you are not so resistant, letting me extend the tips into your body is the most efficient way to detect them. This is quite gentle. I am very curious about the heart and bone structure of the dragon... but I think these are too dangerous.

The pain may completely damage your nerves and consciousness at any time. After all, I don’t want to kill you yet, so can’t we have some friendly and peaceful information exchanges?”

Decay said as he pulled Adam's chin.

Many strange pictures appeared in my mind.(
Chapter completed!