This question was difficult for Hualin to answer. He had just used the power he had gained to expel the consciousness lingering on Chieftain Paigang. He was not sure that what he did was correct - alas, only then did he realize that not only he, Even the entire Jialuo world knows too little about the depths of the universe. They know no more about this universe than a land bird skimming the surface of the sea knows about the sea. They see howling on the surface of the sea. They saw the gray waves and white water foam, floating seaweed, wood, icebergs and the occasional jumping fish, so they thought this was the sea.
However, the reality is that they know nothing about what is going on deep in the sea. All they know is limited to some wreckage that has been washed up on the surface.
The same is true for the immortals in this world. Whenever something evil happens, they will track and kill the priests, expel and round up the believers, smash the altars and other utensils to pieces, burn them with fire, and destroy the remaining ones. The stuff was poured into the cracks in the earth, and it seemed that everything was back to normal. But as long as there is a believer who continues to offer sacrifices to the abyss, the response will only get closer and closer - for no other reason than that "it" keeps expanding and never stops.
The little bit of residual liquid remaining on the tip of the knife provided Hualin with more than just information about the illusion of Jiming Village. It also answered some of his other questions, such as what exactly happened in Black Mountain.
When Hualin was a child in Jialuo World, he would sometimes see exhibitions of Stitch Monsters, which were a punishment for family crimes by wizards. The wizards would cut up the bodies of the prisoners, sew the parts cut off from their relatives on their bodies, cut off their limbs and put them on their relatives, and then sew all the prisoners into a body with Several arms, several legs, a head under the belly button, and a head on the back - it's hard to say whether it was the back - a tortured monster that kept wailing, and then dragged the monster to the slums for display, and let The lower class vented their rage on this immovable mass of flesh. This kind of exhibition was extremely lively and left a deep impression on everyone. After entering the college, Hualin saw the totem poles from the barbaric era on display for the first time in the religious culture class and thought they were statues of the Stitch Monster. .
"Suture monsters are a very primitive and inefficient form of witchcraft," their history of witchcraft teacher said: "It was briefly popular before the Era of the Dance. At that time, the number of wizards was limited, and the number of witchcraft was even more limited. Shields Such spells are short-lived, and the resistance effect is very unsatisfactory, so they cannot protect themselves all the time. Those barbaric warriors often take the opportunity to hunt the heads of wizards. They organize themselves and kill them by sacrificing several people. Wizards, or hide and shoot poisonous arrows, wizards themselves also hire warriors to hunt enemies. Some people thought of using artificial warriors to have more loyal and powerful guards. Some of these geniuses invented the suture monster, which only needs a few Fresh pieces of meat and a brain that doesn't require too much cleverness can block an entire team of warriors. What's even better is that it can also move at a speed of two kilometers per hour, so wizards can hide under it when they are in the wild. Under the shadow, you are not afraid of the enemy suddenly flying over with a poisonous arrow or a fireball."
But the shortcomings of the Stitch Monster are as prominent as its advantages. It is too clumsy and bulky, and has no use except as a moving shield for wizards and scaring children. It was even replaced by more flexible demonized armor before the Era of Dance. , by the time when Hualin was studying, the suture monsters could no longer scare even children in the Jialuo world, and had become a method used by wizards to execute people. Hualin himself had approved several of them.
But he never thought that his first impression at the Wizarding Academy was not just random thoughts! The resemblance between Stitches and a totem pole is no accident!
Now he understood why the eight arms of the puppet hidden in the statue of the goddess in the White Clothes Temple had such a strange soaring momentum! What if each of the eight arms has a will? What if those eight arms are actually like the arms and legs of a starfish, and can grow into a small starfish on their own after being broken? No, it is just a starfish and not "that" lurking in the abyss. If we still use starfish as a metaphor, those broken arms and legs are not only thinking about growing into a small starfish, but also trying to avoid the mouth of the starfish. The devouring of all!
To use another metaphor, when you want to bite your fingertips and suck a drop of blood, your arm wants to fall off your body on its own because you are afraid of being bitten! And your teeth are actually trying to bite your tongue at any time!
Meanwhile, your arms may grow into a different version of you after they fall off, and so will your teeth and tongue!
Of course, you can also devour these arms and grow other arms. The eight arms now are not the eight arms before. The eight arms before...are they the bleeding eyes or the feasting teeth? Or is it someone who has already walked in this world and passed you by?
Hualin has of course read some of the oldest myths. In those myths, certain gods are called this name and that name. They often change their appearance in the legends, taking up weapons of other gods, or possessing possessions that are completely different from their prototypes. In different incarnations, the tears of the goddess of good luck kill all the inhabitants of a kingdom, and so on. When he read it, he didn't take it seriously, thinking that it was just the result of the bards being uneducated. Indeed, poets are different from wizards. No matter how barbaric wizards are, they can write symbols. However, most of the poets are illiterate and a small number are truly blind. They wander from one village to another with drums, singing and begging for food. To win the favor of the audience, they often did not hesitate to send goddesses from other regions to the gods of the wandering regions in their poems, and glorified the achievements and magic weapons of other gods. But now he suddenly felt that "the poets were inspired by the devil" was not a lie, but probably reflected some long-lost horrific knowledge. That knowledge came from the more ancient totem pole era, because blood and barbarism had long been eliminated. Abandoned by the Orthodox Church - but it is also possible that this is the reality that the Orthodox Church is unwilling to admit?
There is a (?) god that devours and divides each other.
What's even more terrifying than this is that there are actually some humans who believe in them and are willing to sacrifice their own flesh and blood to gain the attention of these things that they don't even know what their last name will be tomorrow!
