If it is not broken, it cannot be established, if it is not blocked, it cannot flow, and it will not work.
The environment is so severe that ghosts have to suffer even in the underworld, so they become more anxious and angry.
The appearance of the Black Mountain Crusade Group was like breaking a dam, sending a mighty tide of ghosts towards the end of the Styx.
"At least millions of ghosts..." Wei Yueyue flew high in the sky.
"I have never seen anything like this before." Falosa walked on foot, and the ghosts consciously avoided the breath of the living. She was like a rock in the rapids, and ghosts like water were rowing around her one after another.
These ghosts are like ice to the touch. Every time Falosa touches them, she feels chilled to the bone. But this is her pursuit. She wants to read memories and emotions from the ghosts' translucent mist-like shells.
Ghosts are really strange. The emotions and psychology that they tried hard to cover up during their lifetime are now clearly revealed. Their hearts are transparent to each other, and there is no way to hide them.
Of the nearly 10 million ghosts, only half died of natural causes, while more died of fighting, murder, disease and starvation.
"There are so many dead people. They are endless. It would be a great event if they all returned to the world." Ishtar said innocently.
"It's not good at all. The more people die, the more people are afraid of death, and the power of Bomoldi becomes stronger." Yaoguang knew part of the principles of the mysterious person. Even though she had seen all kinds of weirdness, she still felt unprecedented.
Fear, if Bomoldi shows up, it will be a fierce battle.
At the end of the journey of the ghosts, the giant god of the underworld, Pomordi, is waiting coldly. After many years of management, his power is probably particularly strong.
"You are afraid of Bomordi, but the ghosts are not afraid," said the cybernetic ghost.
"Why? Bomordi is the mysterious person who rules all ghosts. The ghosts have no power to fight back. Once Bomordi appears, no matter how many ghosts there are, they will be taken away." Yaoguang didn't care.
The ghosts beside him heard Yao Guang's words, but they did not show any wavering. What emerged from their glass-like transparent hearts was more contempt and fearlessness.
"Look at these ghosts, they are not afraid of death because they have already experienced death; they are not afraid of pain because they have already endured pain; they are not afraid of power because they have been on the road against power." Cyber Monster Ghost
explain.
"...Unbelievable..." Yaoguang found it difficult to understand. But she felt that she was becoming a part of something greater.
Yaoguang originally worked for the Corporate Alliance, as a special commissioner to fight against the ancient mystics, like a needle, constantly piercing the enemy's weak points. But now she feels like a drop of water in the torrent, not only can she listen to this in person
The mighty sound of the waves can follow the water and crash into the iron wall!
The ghosts are approaching, and the River Styx around them is surging mightily. As long as the ghosts walk along the River Styx, they can find the whirlpool door for reincarnation.
Falosa walked through the afterlife and found it funny. She once hated the sun for being too hot, the winter wind for being too cold, the wind for being too strong, and the rainstorm being too noisy... At this moment, in this pale and cold underworld, she missed every moment of the human world.
Second.
Her hands touched the ghosts and read their life experiences. Her thoughts flew so fast. Compared with Farosha's consciousness, a person's life is really condensed into a few lines of sentences, which can be read in the blink of an eye. Some people are weak.
Years of death in accidents, some people are desperate and meet to commit suicide, some people suffer from terminal diseases and die without treatment, and some people die of middle-class families...
"There is not even a witch." Farossa suddenly said.
"The souls of witches are not managed by the afterlife, or even by the rules of this planet. After they die, they will probably return to the starry sky." said the cyber monster.
"Witches fall into mothers' delivery rooms like meteors. Now I understand - witches do seize the opportunity for human civilization to reproduce. Every time a baby is 'occupied' by a witch, one less ghost here will be reincarnated. And witches
They can't reproduce, so if there are more and more witches, the ghosts will have no choice but to look at each other in the afterlife, with no way out," Falosa said.
"Then witches are really an 'alien, invading' species." Wei October said.
Her words probably meant no harm, but they made Farosha feel deeply offended.
Yes, there is no doubt that witches came to this planet from the land of stars, but for so many years, witches have interacted with human civilization, blended, fought and cooperated, competing for each other's space, being tolerant and united, and letting go of prejudices.
There were only a few words left in Wei Shiyue's mouth: Alien, invasive species!
Falosa was very satisfied. She would now consciously think about things from the overall perspective of the witch. She could not lose her temper to accuse Wei October, nor should she reply from a personal standpoint. She had to make everything clear.
"There is no need to make the distinction too clearly. The witches did not come here voluntarily. We can only find ways to find out the greatest common interests between us. Today, everyone has to admit: If there were no witches in this civilization, it would be
Very boring." Falosa chuckled.
Wei Shiyue didn't dare to face Falosa, but she said in her heart that she just didn't want to waste her words, so she fluttered forward, passed the ghosts, went to the confusion, did some reconnaissance, and then returned again.
"There is a fog ahead!" Wei October announced.
"Fog?" Falosa was curious.
"It was a thick fog. I saw many shadows in the fog, maybe they were harmless," Wei October said.
"Now there is no other way but to move forward!" Hosoda Yoshiyuki shouted, "I also know that there is a fog in this place. I have seen hundreds of corpses in it. It is just frightening and will not really hurt.
our!"
The tide of ghosts exceeds a million and is vast. They have been waiting for the right opportunity to attack. Even if Hosoda Yoshiyuki shouts to stop here, they cannot stop.
Heavy fog spreads ahead.
The fog miasma was indeed as vast as Wei Yue Yue said, but all the ghosts formed a boundless wave and plunged into the fog, as if two seas merged.
For victory and redemption.
"Let's go." Falosa walked into the fog calmly, nothing could scare her.
Not long after entering the mist, the blood people who had been destroyed by the Law of Killing emerged from the mist.
Lots and lots of people.
Falosa killed approximately 6,000 medieval levies, bandits and mercenaries 1,000 years ago, 4,000 street gang members in Aizu Castle, over 12,000 Kisei soldiers during the Nisto War, and other times
More than 8,000 people were killed...
Falosa counted her past achievements and felt that her efficiency in destroying humans was quite low.
Over the years, only 30,000 people have been killed! Falosa secretly thought.
How can I improve my record and get more dead people?
She looked coldly at the blood and pieces of flesh that kept popping up around her. They were the dead who had been repeatedly cut and broken by Falosha using the law of killing. Many of them were killed by Falosha before they even realized what was happening.
The law was cut off.
There were so many of them that before the first one could threaten or scold Farosha, the next ghost phantom rushed out angrily, almost killing Farosha, and pretending to completely destroy Farosha.
"You are like mud." Falosa said contemptuously. She was not trapped by the blood tide around her, but it was just a little difficult to discern the direction.
The split soul of "Liar" Mika after his death turned into a weak god, the white cat Kari. It guarded the fog of death and looked at Farossa with caution. It did not dare to touch the god-killing weapon.
Touch the majesty of Falosa.
Farossa looked around. Others seemed to have seen the dead in their lives, most of whom were dead people who were meaningful to them. The ghosts could see many dead friends here, and they were going to the maelstrom before they left.
Before reincarnation, they can talk to the traces of the dead again to make up for their last regrets.
Weiyueyue saw her dead fans; Yaoguang saw the special forces members of the Corporate Alliance who had worked with her; Ishtar screamed, as if she had seen something she shouldn't have seen.
Falosa walked through the bloody ghosts and walked closer to Ishtar. Fuzzy illusions continued to form around her, as if they were women being killed and burned, more like witches. Witches are not in the afterlife.
Leaving traces, Farossa believes this is a reappearance of Ishtar's past fears.
"Who are they?" Falosa stretched out her hand to protect Ishtar. She never thought she would do this, but Ishtar was obviously frightened.
"She-they..." Ishtar burst into tears.
She kept crying, and Falosa kept wiping the tears from Ishtar's face, feeling bored at the same time. This is Ishtar, the most annoying witch queen in the world with a weird personality.
But while she was touching Ishtar, she suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of responsibility, as if she wanted to raise and protect Ishtar.
"Do you know these dead people?" Falosa asked.
"They, they live with me." Ishtar was frightened, and Farosha could clearly feel that Ishtar was trying to piece together and restore the truth from the memory fragments of the past.
The brain will protect people. When encountering the most terrible things, the brain will wisely erase the details of those terrible things, making people's memories hazy and avoiding secondary harm. Falosa pursed her lips and hugged her patiently.
Living in Ishtar, she found that she was slightly taller than Ishtar.
"It's all over." Falosa murmured.
"Woo...wu wu..." Ishtar kept crying.
Farosha looked at the hazy situation around her. It was in an unknown wasteland. Many women were caught, dragged out of their hiding places, and then gathered together to be beheaded, dismembered and burned. Even though Farosha used her greatest strength to
Refraining from staring at this atrocity, she could still feel a sharp pain, as if the abuse they had suffered was being repeated on Farosha.
This is what happened in the past, 150 years ago, Falosa suddenly understood.
Ishta was the one who slipped through the net in that witch massacre!
Poor Witch Queen Ishtar was just a poor girl who watched her kindred being massacred by humans 150 years ago. Their magic power was denied by the reality manipulator Eve Anak. What should I say?
Ishtar has been mad for 150 years because of the cruelty and violence she witnessed.
"It's over. Ishtar, it's over." Farosha's lips moved closer to Ishtar's forehead and kissed her gently. She felt a sense of sadness, "It would be great if you were my sister."
Ishtar sobbed softly.
"You...do you have a sister?" Ishtar asked.
Falosa held Ishtar and sat down in the mist. She saw her mother's figure appearing in the mist. Madame Madusa stood in the mist. She was covered in blood, but she looked quite calm and was using
She looked at Falosa and Ishtar with calm and patient eyes.
Falosa remembered that in her "memory", her mother and she lived a good life, but why did her mother look so miserable in the mist in reality? She thought hazily, and she couldn't tell the difference between fantasy and fantasy.
memory and reality.
Ishtar clung to Farosha, while the countless dead people and corpses around them screamed at them.
"We will never get out." Ishtar closed her eyes.
"Leave in my arms, someone will save us. My heart is stronger than yours, and I will take care of you from now on." Falosa said softly.
"Well..." Ishtar hid in Falosa's arms.
Farosha turned her head and looked at the phantom of her mother's death infatuatedly. Mom, my dearest mother... Although I can no longer feel your arms, I am now holding other people in your arms.
Woolen cloth.
Ishtar breathed evenly, her eyes looked at the blood-stained Lady Madusa in the distance, and she also felt like a dream.
"Thank you..." Ishtar weakly leaned all her weight on Farosha.
Just rely on me, after all, you are so light. Falosa thought silently.
Even though she knew that Ishtar could never be her sister, and the two could not be related by blood. But in Farosha's field of vision, Ishtar's appearance gradually overlapped with the sister in her memory.
...You don’t have to work so hard in the future, Ishtar.
After an unknown amount of time, a figure emerged from the blood around them, and the cyber monster stretched out its hand to rescue Falosa and Ishtar, who were tired of the misty illusion.
"It's time to get out of this boundless fog," it said. Machines are never troubled by dreams.
Yes, yes, she cannot be trapped by the fog. Farosha stood up, picked up Ishta by the waist, and followed the cyber monster outside step by step. With the guidance of the cyber monster, no matter how thick the fog is,
Stop them.
Then, Mother, I will come see you again when I have the opportunity. Falosa turned her head to look at the mist of death and bowed deeply.
Madame Madusa's blood-stained figure smiled slightly and watched them go away.