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Not alive, not dead. If you put a little pressure on it, it becomes the part that dies. Everything in this city was completely eroded by strange power, and there was an aura that made her sick.
The Declined King stood motionless in the depths of the alley, wearing the standard gentleman's clothing of Western civilization, looking extremely out of place in this city full of oriental charm. For example, the Flying Apsara of Dunhuang appears in the oil painting The Birth of Venus, and a realistic Greek god with blond hair and blue eyes appears in the painting A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains. The pinprick-like feeling of being contaminated and tempted in her spiritual intuition has not dissipated, and there seems to be a pair of eyes watching her from the darkness. She reached out and scratched in the air, and then she remembered that her "scepter" was still in the hand of the half-body who was dozing in outer space.
"This is also a good opportunity to establish contact with the earth." She said to herself, and then denied herself, "That's it. The aesthetics of the City of Disaster are too poor, and I don't like these weird things."
The Declined King walked out of the alley and came to the subtle magical city in an unknown area of this era. The corpse-like passers-by around him noticed her, pointed curiously, and spontaneously gathered around her, making cooing noises from their mouths. He said some words that seemed to belong to the Chinese language and literature system but the pronunciation was very strange. The Outer God looked at them with a mysterious expression on his face that probably meant "the essence is speaking".
"The telegraph booth doesn't even bother to pretend. It's so perfunctory. It seems that City of Disaster not only has no artistic aesthetic ability, but also has insufficient activation level."
She said something like this, somewhat casually: "This place will inevitably weaken materially, rotten the body, and die spiritually."
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 he passed, the neon lights flickered and went out, the damaged circuits exploded with sparks, the dirty river water turned into stagnant water, and all that floated up were dead fish of flesh and bone. The smooth paint on the building's surface quickly peeled off, revealing an interior that seemed to have been eroded by rain for a thousand years. The ground lost its activity in a very short period of time and gradually turned into a gray color like burned paper, as if it was made of accumulated ashes.
The pedestrians approaching turned into black ashes. They did not collapse immediately, but still stood in the same movement 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 dead 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 as if a huge gray-black tree touching the sky was growing like crazy, covering the entire world at a speed that was difficult to see with the naked eye. It stretched out countless ferocious and twisted branches, piercing somewhere in the sky. Black-red blood flowed out from the cracks in the sky, becoming a blood-red waterfall hundreds of meters long, dyeing the lifeless land red.
"Click" something was thrown to her feet from a branch made of dust. The ground then shook, rumbling like thousands of giants running across 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. Thick fog-like ash wrapped the thing, turning into chains and seals and penetrating it. She looked at the unknown squirming mass of flesh and blood at her feet, and for a moment, she smiled without a smile.
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"The end of a mere activated source matter."
She said: "How dare you look down on me?"
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An earthquake occurred in Binxi, the island at night. It was not big, only about magnitude 3-5. The Church of the Storm members stationed in the local area hurriedly came out to check. Fortunately, there were no traces of occultism or man-made things, and no one was injured except for an old house that was in disrepair and collapsed during the earthquake.
At this time, the instigator had already returned to his villa in Backlund. Edward Vaughn was drinking tea leisurely. The Declined King had taken back her power and returned to the bottom of consciousness.
In her hand, she held a ball of black surging ash, which was wrapped in an indescribable red ball that seemed to be alive.
There is one thing that needs to be determined.
Not far away, Amon was sitting cross-legged on a dense vine, holding a copy of "C++ is the most beautiful language in the world" and meditating hard, pulling out his hair one after another. Ancient scholars passing by might be able to click on it on the spot. Bright fragments. He was immersed wholeheartedly in the ocean of learning, and there was a black crow with white eyes and four legs in the air lying at his feet, foaming at the mouth.
Seeing the outside god return, he quickly put his hands on the ground and wanted to get up and ask for advice. But when he saw the other party striding straight to Adam's position, he sat back without any surprise and continued to fight against the crystallization of the old civilization.
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Adam, who was hanging his head, heard the footsteps and felt the approaching breath. As soon as she raised her head, she saw that the alien god who had tortured her for more than a hundred years threw something aside and stretched out his claws towards her. She 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 her head with his fingers, covered his ears with his palms, and put his thumbs right on her temples. This action of directly controlling the weak point caused Adam to instantly tighten his fists and raise his eyebrows in a defensive posture. Knowing that it was in vain, he still tried his best to build countless layers of mental fortresses.
Although it has long lost its extraordinary characteristics, the possibility of "death" has been taken away. Fortunately, thanks to her "virtual personality" identity, she can still manage to divide her consciousness and memory, divide important information into pieces, and hide it in the corners of countless mental islands. Even if the outer gods wanted to obtain information from her, it would 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 green and one gold, looked at each other through each other's foreheads, and neither of them closed their eyes.
Their contest begins for the umpteenth time. But the virtual personality does not grow, and her opponents have already figured out the most efficient way to deal with her through long confrontations and research. When she realized that the invasion this time did not come from her eyebrows or temples, but that the hands holding her head gradually changed its structure and shape, and suddenly penetrated from her almost defenseless ears and back of her head, Adam suddenly reacted. In response, it was too late to realize that the scales of the child's hole were erected and fastened tightly without leaving any gaps.
Those hands are not hands, they are weapons, the roots of plunder.
Her mind was being invaded, just like every other time in the past hundred years. The outer gods looked at her coldly. They had different races, opposite ideas, and very different civilizations. She looked at her like her body was writing the history of mortals without any ripples, which made her feel extremely uncomfortable.
The gods from beyond the sky cut open her skin and flesh with a knife-like sharp gaze, picking out her bones and calculating their value.
Adam heard the sound, not through his ears, but through their direct contact on the surface of the cerebral cortex. It was a sound like the wind blowing leaves, soft but extremely hypnotic and aggressive. Hundreds of layers of defense were violently broken through one by one, and the pain in her consciousness landed on her "body" and turned into light electrical stimulation, sometimes chilling, sometimes burning like fire. The Outer God monitored these signals meticulously, determining which area of her brain and spirit could be messed up faster by stimulating them.
Adam roared from her mouth and tried her best to resist all this. Every part of her body was transforming into the form of the spiritual dragon. However, the layers of branches that bound her quickly used their sharp claws and wings that could roll up the strong wind. , the powerful body was all strangled, and the ends were like needles piercing the body through the gaps in the scales, using the spirit of decay to force her to calm down. Just like giving adrenaline to an animal being dissected to sustain life, these spirits kept her awake, calm, unresisting, and willing to continue suffering at the hands of the outer gods.
"really……"
The voice of the Outer God rumbled in her mind, huge waves surged in the ocean of her mind, and the islands were shattered one after another. An invisible hand stirred the sea water, grabbing her own clone from time to time and crushing it, Find the information and memories she needs. As a result, Adam's consciousness was completely disordered. She was shivering all over, and the pain had a temperature that could be recorded as strange and grotesque pictures. Her spirit was infected with the air of withering and coldness countless times. According to records, she needed at least 20 hours to rebuild her form and spirit after this.
"Both you and she know about Bansi Island..."
"It was my contamination that made her forget about it."
Confusing sounds roared through her confused auditory system. The Outer God's actions were crisp and swift, experienced in many battles, and she mobilized her body, which was already dripping with cold sweat, through direct stimulation of various parts of the brain. After the extreme pain, she changed her strategy like a charity, and used the big stick sweet date method with great proficiency. Her senses were forced to operate at high speed with difficulty, secreting too much joy and fabricated joy in her thinking and five senses. , disintegrating one's consciousness with joy and relief after pain.
No, no, this is absolutely... But it's useless. She does feel a kind of happiness that appears out of thin air and should never be produced.
After the extreme cold, there was a sudden high temperature. After being pressed to the extreme, the bullets spread out violently, and emotions of ecstasy and pleasure that were contrary to their original intention rushed into the brain. This was torture that was more unbearable than pain. Her stiff limbs and body began to soften, and small branches got into her fists, spreading them little by little, leaving her completely powerless.
Resistance is ineffective. Resistance is ineffective. Meaningless. Give up the struggle. There was a brief blank in Adam's consciousness. She didn't know what to do or what she could do. She even had an urge to give up on herself, which made her simply give up thinking and resisting and hand over everything she knew and thought. She was just a human being. There is no need for a virtual personality to endure these damn tortures on behalf of the real body. There is no humiliation in surrender and failure. Being invaded and dominated is worth joy... These imposed thoughts that do not belong to her will wander around in her mind for a long time, and finally Taken away by the outer gods and collected.
She was like a fish, spitting bubbles on the shore, and each bubble contained chaotic thoughts like a disordered dream.
After about a long time, Adam felt that his head lost its support and suddenly drooped, almost bending at a right angle to his spine. She realized that the vine branches that bound her were only loosely holding her because she had given up resistance long ago. Her golden hair was wet with sweat, and Adam wasn't even used to the feeling of breathing. Her confused consciousness told her 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. She picked up an unknown percentage of the pollution in the City of Disaster and sealed it smoothly. Adam stared at the hands, which were pale and slender, with distinct joints, and wore black half-finger gloves like that, as if they were really just a pair of hands, and the person standing there was really a person.
The foreign god glanced at her, then turned around without giving her another look.
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When passing by Amon, who was thinking hard, the Outer God suddenly stopped and looked down like a class teacher who suddenly appeared behind a student - Amon was still reading the first section of the first chapter.
If she remembers correctly, it's been about two hours, and if you don't practice it, what can you understand if you hold 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 tossing about Adam be written down like a book by me? 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 thoughts, and also weaken your body and link consciousness to control your behavior. If you If you are not so resistant, letting me extend the tip into your body is the most efficient way to detect it. 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 images appeared in my mind. (
Decline has officially made her debut (not only her official appearance is like a lightning strike at the opening), I don’t know what everyone thinks of her now (…
