Chapter 752: Definition and Being Defined

Ugh!

Coze looked at Lin Fan with disgust, then he covered his head and slowly stood up, resisting the mental impact of the whispers.

His situation was much better than Chagatai's. After so many years of torture from prophecies and illusions, Coze's self-awareness could be said to be quite clear.

The whispers rang in Coze's mind, shaking his soul at all times, and the Midnight Ghost stood still.

"Hello."

Lin Fan extended his hand, but Coze didn't appreciate it. He squinted his eyes and looked around, wondering why he appeared in this place.

Ah! It was this guy who knocked himself out.

How amazing!

An outsider!

A strange guy! He could fight back and forth with the Primarch who liberated the essence of the subspace!

Maybe it wasn't a back and forth fight. He had a terrifying advantage.

Coze quickly glanced at Lin Fan and found that he still maintained the naive and ridiculous posture of extending his hand.

He thought death was the end, but the curse left by his father was obviously unwilling to let him go so easily.

How long had he wandered in the projection of history?

Even Koz himself couldn't figure it out!

In this case, Koz should thank Lin Fan in front of him for freeing him from the meaningless reincarnation.

Koz grinned at Lin Fan, bloodthirsty and dangerous, and then he also held Lin Fan's hand.

"I have never witnessed you in the prophecy."

As soon as the words came out, Koz's face changed. He suddenly found that the tingling in his brain disappeared, and the illusion that was almost the same as the real thing did not appear.

Koz longed for the day when he could be freed from the prophetic illusion. He was tired of the cowardly feeling of being powerless and trembling in the illusion of death and the doomsday of destruction, and he was tired of the epileptic frenzy every time he had an attack.

But he was afraid of losing the ability to predict. If there was no prophecy, how could he face the crazy and disordered future?

Maybe he will make a mistake in this step, and in the next step. Then he will be further and further away from his justice, and finally become a cruel and unconscious butcher like his brother!

Koz held his breath, and the whole person stood upright like a sword inserted into the ground. He stared at Lin Fan and extracted information about this person from his past memories.

Nothing, he should not be here, and Koz will not escape from the cycle of history.

But he has no time to continue to sort out the chaotic memories. The disordered space is changing. The ancient stone pillars and the brand-new crystal towers complement each other. Countless pavilions and window sills are in contrast with each other, unfolding symmetry like a kaleidoscope.

"It's actually quite beautiful." Lin Fan sighed.

Beautiful?

Koz took a rough look around, he didn't dare to look too closely. These scenes together constituted the oldest fear of mankind, which is a more sophisticated art of fright than torture.

The building lacks the popularity, activities and purpose it should have, and exists with an abandoned ominous atmosphere. The darkness in the corner casts eyes and whispers to Koz, tempting him to get closer.

Nothing good will happen there.

"Is there something there?" Lin Fan found that Koz was a little nervous and deliberately avoided an area with his perception.

Lin Fan quickly approached, and the strange sound of his feet on the ground made Koz feel uncomfortable. Finally, he saw Lin Fan approaching a dark window with his peripheral vision.

There was an unknown creature at the window, a terrifying existence that Koz could not see clearly in the prophetic memory.

In the countless scenes that Koz had predicted, the form of the creature behind the window was different. The only thing in common was the extreme aggressiveness towards foreign objects.

Under the pale smile were scarlet teeth. The nightmare gradually approached from the window, and then suddenly jumped out and attacked Lin Fan.

Koz couldn't tell whether Lin Fan would be in trouble. Although he used all means in the historical projection, it was not an attack in essence, but a kind of mental shock.

Those with strong wills can naturally ignore this terrifying psychological offensive, but as long as he reveals a little bit of fear and fear, Koz can magnify the fear through the gap and scare him to death.

Kill him!

Koz shouted in his heart. He was Lin Fan just for the pale smile.

"This thing is so abstract. Just like a paper animation." Lin Fan complained casually, and then the pale smile changed from an uncertain concept to a certain concept.

A piece of paper lay limply in Lin Fan's hand, and the whole space suddenly became orderly. Although it was only a little bit orderly, it was still a huge change for this chaotic world.

"I really don't know why you are afraid of a piece of paper. Although this picture is indeed a bit scary, I don't think it can scare a Primarch." Lin Fan was bored and crumpled the paper into a ball and threw it on the ground, then stepped closer to Koz.

Now Koz began to feel afraid of Lin Fan. This thing that looked like a human was no different from the madness he felt here.

Why did he call his name again and again? And the names of other Primarchs? And he knew his past and psychological process very well?

I haven't escaped the cycle of history? Is this another manifestation of the curse?

Koz suddenly collapsed. His already pale face became even paler. His shiny black hair stood up straight. He stared at Lin Fan with a look of horror.

Lin Fan stopped. He looked at Koz, pitiful like a frightened cat. Then he looked back and asked, "Is there something behind me?"

Koz nodded stiffly, as long as Lin Fan could stay away from him.

Lin Fan touched his head in confusion, then turned around and walked deeper into the building complex.

He looked at a small lamp with a lampshade. The hazy yellow light made Lin Fan feel a foggy scene in front of his eyes, so Lin Fan took off the lampshade.

The small light bulb was dirty, and Lin Fan twisted it off with his hands, not caring about the problem of being electrocuted at all.

The dust on it stared at Lin Fan's hands like eyes, showing more mental pollution, but for Lin Fan it was just a dust problem that needed to be solved urgently.

He wiped his palms casually twice, and Lin Fan felt very clean, then screwed the light bulb back.

The uneasy and dim light was bright and clean, and Lin Fan was very satisfied with this.

The scene was more orderly.

In the void, the throne of the Silent King floated slowly. He was quite close to the huge spherical mechanical structure, and he could directly observe the details of the mechanical structure even with only the mechanical eye.

The Silent King sighed, and he activated the throne, capturing the fleeing bystander.

"Did you complete the mission?"

"Of course I did! Fulfill your promise!" The bystander said confidently and impatiently.

The Silent King sighed, released the bystander, and then a screen appeared in front of him, and the Silent King wrote and drew on it.

"Death record of the outsider."