Forty-Nine, After the Opening Ceremony
The only pity is probably that the "last piece of the puzzle" was not found.
The man sighed softly.
"Truth" currently appears to be composed of two parts, one part is how to become a rational twister, and completely digest huge ravings and twisted rules in the distortion.
In fact, the truth will be more inclined to think that it is not illogical rambling and pollution, but is composed of knowledge that is too advanced and incomprehensible to ordinary people, and is similar to the source quality of God's inability to directly see it.
The other part is the "puzzle".
It also represents the authority and control of Raliyah.
At present, the four puzzle pieces that have appeared are in the hands of the Congress of the Utopia, Heaven, Hell and their Truth Association...
The conversion of the Holy Maiden was successful, and it has also been proven several times to be recognized by Jigsaw. Not only can it accept the so-called "distortion", but it can even order those irrational clean people, that is, mutants.
However, it doesn't matter anymore.
With the characteristics of a "rancher", plus the flesh and blood of a black goat...
Countless sources of quality, a sacrifice of a city.
The god of all ages will come to this world!
Now that they've all been discovered, it's better to make a bigger fuss.
People in the world are ignorant and are being concealed by high-level officials. Then, spread knowledge, truth, and the gospel to the world.
The man showed an imperceptible smirk, raised his hand and slammed the test tube into pieces in the middle of the disk-sized pasture. In an instant, the shards of glass flew away, and then dissipated in the air in the blink of an eye, followed by mixed feed. , the source of the soul, the flesh and blood collected so hard, was absorbed by the "rancher".
Immediately afterwards, as if the sound of roaring, roaring, swallowing and wriggling in ancient times, a snow-white and crystal-clear egg bloomed from the disk, and the beard and flesh of the black goat slowly settled in it, sending out bursts of strange silk threads, densely packed. into it.
In an instant, a malicious and distorted storm swept across the entire house and began to spread. The paper on the table suddenly bent, and a strange ciphertext that twisted and twisted like a tadpole suddenly appeared on the snow-white paper.
The cup suddenly shatters, recovers well, and then shatters again.
The chair swayed, as if it had come to life, twisting its legs like life, trembling uneasily.
The man watched this scene quietly, picked up the white paper, and put it into the sealed container that originally held the "rancher", but saw that the paper suddenly became quiet, and the words stopped drawing.
He breathed a sigh of relief.
Just by activating it, has the resulting distortion turned the surrounding objects into pieces of contained objects?
He didn't care about those objects in the distance. After all, weak distortions can't shake too much essence, and they can't pose a threat. Only this piece of paper is too close to the medium of the rancher's incubation, and he doesn't know what it is depicting. What a terrible thing.
Once the description is successful, he can't be sure whether it is something that is beneficial to him, or it is similar to the "Dead Sea Document", and he will be out of his wits at a glance.
Ignoring the movements around him, after confirming that there was nothing to worry about other than the piece of paper, he took two steps back gently, meditating on something strange—he was praying.
And among the ranchers, the mystery continues.
The dense black silk threads eroded the originally holy eggs like flesh whiskers, forming a strange and harmonious one. Malice and hunger for flesh and blood turned into real iron wind whistling past, even blowing through the windows, completely turning into a Black storm, sweeping the streets, the earth, the sky!
The eggs are growing rapidly, and the sarcomas are blooming on the surface like the bones of flowers.
The feast of recovery has begun.
The first step is condensation.
Absorb all the substances that can be absorbed, devour all the flesh and blood that can be swallowed——
With all things as the base, turn them into star-like substances, and achieve the spirit of metal.
I saw the black weird silk thread turning into a storm. Wherever it went, even the house itself began to crumble, turning into powder and gathering. When several silk threads flew by, there were faintly mournful wailings.
That's the crowd around.
Next is the second step, awakening, on the thoroughly shaped base, the ancient soul finally felt the heat of the believers, it greedily absorbed the surrounding souls, and indifferently cast a glance at the now unfamiliar world.
The storm has begun to expand, even spreading to the streets...
The man backed away again, he already felt the emptiness of the magic power, but he, who was in the center, still couldn't escape the demands of the thoughts in the black silk storm, and his vitality was passing away rapidly, he seemed to feel the shriveled skin and the formation of wrinkles.
The third step is transcendence. When the ancient spirit is combined with the foundation of all things today, sublimation will become a necessary way, and the concept of matter and spirit will no longer be troubled. The huge egg has completely become an indescribable existence. The squirming flesh and blood are not weird tentacles.
Its essence is indescribable. He has already surpassed the comprehensible range of mortals, and is only one step away from the gods.
The fourth step is to proclaim the name of the god, to wake up completely, and to descend into this world——
The sky has darkened, and the strange egg has been suspended. After absorbing a large area of flesh and soul, it broke the restriction of the roof that turned into powder.
Slowly floating in the air, black tentacles fluttering, like a storm like the end of the world, sweeping the entire New York——
After all, this scene cannot be concealed, no matter how great the secret is, it cannot conceal this vast and raging divine power.
However, the weird eggs completely stopped breeding and spreading——
An ancient sigh seemed to announce the end of the world, and it seemed to come from the distant void.
At some point, the tall buildings surrounding them had become hazy, like a mirage, and began to sway windingly.
"Isolation in the dream world?"
For a moment, the man who grinned unknowingly, his smile stagnated for a moment, and then his face changed.
"How can it be……"
Just one step away, the ancient spirit can emerge from the void.
Damn it!
"Is it a coincidence? Or...?"
Before he had time to think about it, he gritted his teeth, glanced at the "rancher" behind him, put his hand on it, gritted his teeth fiercely, the knife fell in response, and his fingers were thrown into it with blood. In an instant, black bearded flesh waved and wrap him around—
In an instant, the breath of this man was no longer in the world.
In an instant, above the sky, the existence that had already completely turned into an indescribable roar let out a sharp roar, and when it turned slightly, countless tentacles coiled together, and a huge eyeball suddenly opened.
"Crack——"
The dream barrier suddenly shattered——
Feeling that the trump card he had left for Emily was broken, the face of Nightmare, who was confronting several demigods thousands of miles away, sank... turned around and turned into a black curtain, and night fell.
In the school, the chattering and bustling classroom was suddenly silent because of the sudden darkening of the sky. The teacher looked at it suspiciously, but found that the little ones were lying on the table...
He was about to tap on the blackboard when he suddenly felt drowsy...
At this time, a little guy opened his eyes wide, curiously looking at his hand that gradually stretched and turned into a fleshy whisker... She just saw that eye outside, in the sky!
Then, a weird smile appeared on her cute little face, her mouth gradually parted, and she slowly approached her best friend, her deskmate.