The endless sea of death and the endless crazy mountains.
All appear in the mist.
Let the limited space become infinitely spacious.
They seem to be in front of you, and they seem to be in the sky.
The only sounds in my ears were the crashing waves and the howling of the blizzard.
But among these sounds, there was a kind of rustling whisper.
These sounds seem to come from ancient distant centuries, and they seem to come from the depths of the soul.
If you listen carefully, it sounds like an exciting and crazy song, or an unknown murmur representing fear in the dark.
Everything around him became unfamiliar, even though it was familiar things before.
The boundless sea and the rolling mountains, against the backdrop of the current atmosphere, seemed like unknown and indescribable things sleeping there.
The battlefield at this moment became depressing, distorted, and gray.
All colors were lost, leaving only endless black and white and gray.
The fire of fanaticism burning on all undead creatures is no longer strong, but instead keeps flickering and making "puff" sounds.
They instinctively became restless, and the uneasiness originating from the depths of their souls made them pace back and forth.
At some point, wind and snow suddenly began to drift in the sky.
White snow falls, falling on these undead bodies.
The undead looked up and saw that they were huge mountains.
A light spot appeared on the mountain range, and the light spot flickered and disappeared.
But the next second, the entire mountain range lit up with dense spots of light!
These light spots are like eyes, constantly flashing and blinking.
The mountains are also squirming at this moment!
He is alive!
And under the illumination of these light spots, they saw those majestic, maze-like unknown complexes full of madness!
An unknown creature with a name that looks like a plant or an animal, with a body in the shape of a five-pointed star and many tentacle-like appendages.
Emerge from those buildings.
With madness, with indescribable, with an image that washes away reason.
Transported by the "mountains", they swarmed into the battlefield.
The soul fire of all undead creatures becomes more powerful.
But it has gradually changed from fanaticism to madness.
In another direction, at some point, waves of tides appeared at the feet of these undead.
In the depths where the tide recedes, there is the endless sea of death.
Although there is mist and darkness buried.
But when looking or staring at the sea ahead, you can see it clearly.
It was a deep sea with no bottom, only darkness.
And that darkness is like an abyss, and if you look at it deeply, you will feel extremely irritable.
But it’s like a visual candy, and I can’t help but keep watching, wanting to find out what’s in the darkness at the bottom of the sea.
With constant sensory gaze, these undead seemed to see something from the depths of their souls that made them tremble and fear.
But they don't know what it is. The only way they can know is that they know they don't know.
The unknown turns into fear, and fear changes their cognition, causing their SAN value to start to drop crazily.
The last bit of madness crawls into the fire of their burning souls.
At the same time, a huge wave suddenly surged from bottom to top in the bottomless sea.
It brought not only sea water, but also a large group of fish-men who were slimy, cold and ugly.
The image of fish-men described to them only comes from the subconscious feelings of these undead.
Their true image is unknown and indescribable in their changed cognition.
Especially the larger fish-man at the front.
A calling voice emanating from the depths of his soul came from him, and the sea of death that frightened them in front of them became no longer scary.
A large number of undead began to fall into the arms of the Sea of Death.
They will eventually sink into the bottom of the sea with R'lyeh.
In different spaces on the battlefield, fluctuations from another space suddenly appeared.
A large number of undead creatures suddenly got stuck underground, and then suddenly disappeared.
It's like falling into the ground.
The fluctuating space also disappeared immediately, but the same situation soon appeared in other places.
Pieces of undead disappeared into situations that exceeded the basic structural rules of the world space.
No one knows where they went.
As the Creator, Huang Lingheng's eyes had become dull at this moment.
"This feeling... this... this... is this Chen Hui's real world of creation?"
He couldn't describe the feeling he felt at this moment, the feeling that even the undead creatures he created had become unfamiliar.
Not only does it affect the undead creatures, it also affects him.
He couldn't imagine how this could be done and how it could directly affect the Creator through the world of creation.
He couldn't help but think of the crazy idea from the beginning, that is, what Chen Hui created was the world of creation itself.
At this moment, a ridiculous idea came into his mind.
That would be to admit defeat and end it all.
"How is this possible! Haha!"
Huang Lingheng's figure condensed in this world. In the form of the Creator, he suddenly burst into laughter from a dull state.
He looked up at the sky, where a huge crack had appeared at some point.
It means that the space here is on the verge of collapse.
"Jie Jie Jie, such a real world of creation, Chen Hui, is this your limit!"
After Huang Lingheng said this, he looked slightly excited.
"Immortal, Chen Hui, do you know what immortality is! It's useless!"
Huang Lingheng's hero, who was transformed from a skeleton into a human, was waving the scepter in his hand constantly.
Formations were generated one after another, and more undead creatures poured out of them.
This battlefield has almost turned into a sea of the dead.
At this time, Shen Hui's mental state was not very good.
Make the advent of the world of creation more real, use more power, and make the entrance to the back room world, the Mountains of Madness and the Sea of Death appear.
The mental consumption produced is not weak, and the control of the world of death must be more meticulous, otherwise it may lead to loss of control.
Chen Hui's form as the Creator also manifested in the battlefield.
Chen Hui's bloodshot eyes on his chest looked at the crazy Huang Lingheng and couldn't help but smile.
"Death is not death?"
A slightly deep and hoarse voice emanated from Shen Hui's body.
Huang Lingheng looked at Shen Hui who was very calm, and felt something bad in his heart.
All the eyes on Chen Hui's chest were closed.
A hoarse voice full of nothingness sang out word by word from Shen Hui's body.
"It is not the dead who sleep eternally. In the mysterious eternity, even death itself will die!"
As the last word falls.
The accumulated unknown fear and madness exploded instantly.
The soul flames burning on all the undead souls began to twist.
From their chests, from their skulls, from the seams of their bones...
Black, overgrown eyes and mouth tentacles sprung up like mushrooms after a rain.
