As the invisible wall was on the verge of breaking, the ancient manuscript text in front of him was flipping rapidly. The words that appeared on the paper as thoughts quickly flew by at an even more sudden speed.

No matter how I speed up my thinking and try to find the exit of the dream crisis in the lightning flash, I can't escape the faster and faster flow of thoughts.

That elusive feeling of loss makes me extremely desperate, because before I even realize what the loss is, the information I obtained has been forgotten, and more and more chaotic atmosphere is pouring into it, which cannot stop the horrors of these foreign lands.

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I realized that if it represented the gradual collapse of self-consciousness in the twilight dream, other more terrifying and powerful things would seize the opportunity to pull me into the abyss.

Various noises suddenly sounded, and from time to time there was the faint barking of some kind of huge hound, accompanied by the appalling sound of brass flutes and drums. If you listened carefully, you could see that there were crazy singers singing heart-breakingly, madly.

The forgotten king will rise from the ruins and reach the top of the broken and decaying sky...

What will happen if you fall into the bottom of the dream? Is it a huge whirlpool hiding terrifying tentacles, or is it a dull and stinking quagmire? Or is it a deformed product made up of some chaotic fragments that no one can understand?

An unconscious and distorted consciousness contaminated the manuscript and suddenly unfolded in front of me. Some pure thought that transcended the five senses passed through my body like lightning.

At that moment, I confirmed again that the reason why such terrifying thoughts settled is because the human body cannot bear them!

Judging from the stories of several dream experiences, in a world where twilight falls and among the residents who are struck by shadows, it is possible for human beings to degenerate uncontrollably as they evolve.

But what is more terrifying than the hereditary degeneration shown on the body is some slight ripples in human consciousness. I saw an image, probably a stinky greenhouse beside the boiling lake where human ancestors had just evolved the spinal structure.

While the gas was still permeating the earth's fragile shell, some huge entities taller than mountains and more distorted than the burned surface were already staggering in the arena of strange creatures.

Wherever it passed, violent mutations and radiation intertwined, mouths full of sharp teeth sprouted from every corner of the body, and for the first time, a look of desire appeared in the creature's chaotic and ignorant eyes.

The indescribable existence wriggled stupidly across the mountains and seas, disrupting everything without order, and glanced at the tiny human ancestors in the cracks of the rocks with sticky rod-shaped eyeballs all over its body, making indescribable sounds.

roar...

The creatures at that time were too small to understand what "self-awareness" was, and could not respond to the "favor" of that existence. They could only swing their bodies hard and rely on instinct to escape from the unmatched existence.

But the humble soul managed to save its life by some strange combination of circumstances and avoid the tragic death of other creatures around it.

It is unimaginable that this question is engraved in the depths of the soul. No matter how wisdom develops, the exploration of "self-awareness" has become an unchanging problem in human society. Even if the end of the road is destruction, there will always be destruction.

Some people continue to search without hesitation.

The obsession with sound and language also promotes the continuous connection of human society. No one would have expected that its root cause turned out to be a small accident unintentionally caused by some indescribable existence.

Could it be that this indescribable existence is the God of Knowledge that humans should worship? A fire thief with no good intentions? The ancestral giant who represents wisdom?

No, even if he is a god, he is just a god of plague who spreads barbarism and chaos!

It is this momentary memory that ignores time and blood, and settles in the sea of ​​consciousness of such a small creature, becoming the eternal source of countless nightmares and waking up in the middle of the night.

Because the memories that are completely integrated into the blood and soul all tell the story of what they saw at the beginning, the warnings that are truly worth remembering forever...

Don't look directly!

Don't respond!

Don't wonder!

The fear inherited from ancient times turned into the desire to live, bursting out from my body at this moment, finally completing the last piece of the puzzle for the unknown exploration, in addition to the "Voynich Historical Manuscript" representing information and memory in the space

Outside, a gleaming copper ring suddenly appeared on the finger, illuminating this small space where weirdness was gradually invading!

But I discovered that every reflected light has been alienated into incomprehensible information. It multiplies crazily at a speed that is difficult for human vision to distinguish. It is continuous with each other and eventually turns into a radiant monster that is constantly fused and divided. Each mirror fragment

They are all shining cores, forming a vast universe barely held together by fragments!

Countless lights burst out along the cracks in the space, like the brilliant fireworks before Nirvana. I feel like I have mastered a peerless martial art similar to uranium light wave fist, and my body is as clear as glass (nuclear explosion limited skin).

The light separates and combines like the sun (nuclear explosion limited skin). The violent light fluctuations not only tear apart ancient books, but also extend outwards aggressively, like an eagle eager for the sky, pecking through the eggshell, looking forward to spreading its wings and flying.

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The light pulsates with the breath, as if alive, and merges into a huge and ragged human figure, wearing a crown of thorns on its head, leaning back on the sacred vehicle with crossed tentacles, staring at the insurmountable

The void, like walking on a tightrope on a cliff, stands dangerously at the intersection of reason and chaos, illuminating the strange world that is falling apart like a lens with a bright light!

The incarnation of the King of Light and the strange fragmented universe met at the edge of a dream that was essentially illusory, beginning an indifferent confrontation that may last for hundreds of millions of years, or even to the end of space and time.

The first fire ring of the king's soul burned fiercely and turned into a great sword that reached the sky and the earth. It appeared in the hands of the incarnation of the King of Light. An existence brighter than light was gestating in it, radiating burning pain, violent and cruel

Breath, always ready to whip the whole world.

That kind of terrifying pain not only radiated to the outside, but even I, who was in the clone of the Lord of Light, felt the unbearable pain of division. It seemed that every cell had developed an independent will and began to wail crazily, trying to escape from this body.

Escape with deformed limbs!

The image of a priest in the parallel world who was transformed into a flesh and blood monster by the Lord of Light suddenly appeared in my mind.

If I continue like this, I will probably turn into a puddle of eyeball tentacle plants covered with sharp teeth and bones in the confrontation between two terrifying beings, and disappear from this world forever.

I held the King Soul First Fire Ring resolutely and wanted to take it off from my finger, but I felt the burning heat like lava flowing through my body. The silhouette of the glow in the radiance, the shape of a ragged man, seemed to be watching with majestic eyes.

The crown of thorns on my head burned brightly, and more violent rays erupted!

I was tearing my clothes apart on the edge of collapse, and suddenly I touched the deep meme imprint on my body - when every part of my body was burning and on the verge of melting, only this part of the skin still maintained a normal temperature!

……correct.

I think there is another way!

"You bastard, what's the point of asking me this time? If it wasn't a real emergency, I would break your legs..."

Father Hook's scolding voice was like the sound of nature at this moment.

I quickly responded: "Urgent! Absolutely urgent!"

"Hmph, I want to see how urgent it is?"

"It's so urgent that I take the initiative to find you! Do you understand this level!!!"

At the last moment before my vision failed, I saw from the corner of my eye that the kaleidoscope-like broken universe suddenly lost all its brilliance, and a humanoid silhouette emerged from it, quietly confronting the clone of the Lord of Light.

Different from the violent King of Light who can monopolize the world at any time, the shimmering veil is hidden deep in the boundless stars, setting off a violent storm of particles in the universe. It seems that if humans rashly tear this veil apart, they will see

Going crazy about the vast and vast universe behind it...

"Oh my god, what did you get into?"

Suddenly, an ethereal wormhole suddenly collapsed on my skin, and a tentacle with skin full of wrinkles and stains, with an eyeball sticking out from the top, was accompanied by a frightening and angry lecture.

I saw that the tentacle began to wither and dry up quickly in the terrifying light. Fortunately, a colorful light film immediately covered it, doing its best to block the corrosion and destruction for a moment.

Taking advantage of this gap, the tentacles quickly wrapped around my body, showing a unique skill of lifting myself up by my hair, relying on the wormhole that the meme imprint collapsed, and pulled me into this narrow escape passage, and disappeared.
Chapter completed!