"Look at you, and who are you?"

Hewen spread his hands:

"Hervendelenge, don't you remember the name?"

The stickman asked:

"Stop fooling around with me, and tell me your name in that era, if you really are as important as you claim to be, you can't be a nobody. ”

Hewen shook his head:

"No, I am not a great fellow, not as feared as Odin, not as omnipotent as Christ, not as supreme as Zeus.

"But I'm really not much weaker for you now, and we're not Odin's big friends, so why can't you get a good night's sleep?"

The stickman snickered:

"You seem to have made a mistake, it's not that I don't want to go back to the book, but even if I don't, what can you do to me?"

The stickman curiously looked at Hewen's golden pupils:

"Can you kill me? Do what Odin failed to do? No, you can't, you can only reseal me, and you can only seal me, so why should I listen to you?

"No, no, no, I'm not going back like that, you've made me interested.

"It occurred to me if your Frost Heart would be slightly shaken if I killed all your rare creatures in front of you, slaughtering the humans who lived with you.

"A god who was once powerful, but now he is being tortured by monsters far weaker than he was in his heyday, but he can't do anything about it, such a heartbroken god is worth my collection. ”

The stickman snapped his fingers.

The door to the birdcage opened softly.

And then the "thought" broke out of the cage.

"I didn't tell you, Hervendelenge, this is my palace, my crown forged with countless lives, and I'm far more powerful here than outside! ”

The stickman put his hand into the air, and from Hervin's point of view, it was like his hand was missing.

It only fumbled for a moment, then withdrew its hand.

Its left hand gripped Hara's neck tightly.

"Ahh

But when she saw Herwen, her fear and panic had subsided a lot, and an inexplicable relief appeared in her eyes, but then it turned into worry, as if she was worried about Herwen, afraid that she would let Herwen be hurt.

Hewen glanced at the black crow hovering in the sky and said:

"Bad deception, but illusion is good, but it's still a little bit worse, is this what you got from Kelly?

Although the stickman was debunked, he did not panic in the slightest, but as always, he didn't care, it calmly strangled Hera in his hand, blood remained from the corner of the girl's mouth, and Hara looked at Herwen with disbelief before she died, her eyes were calm and sad, sad for Herwen's abandonment of her, and then despair completely devoured the girl.

The stickman threw the puppet on the ground:

"I have a good simulation of her expressions and movements? ”

Hervin says:

"I don't see the problem with the fake Hara, it's just that the illusion you've created......

"IMHO, it's shoddy. ”

The stickman smiled:

"Then you must ignore such a shoddy illusion completely. ”

Herwin looked at the black raven again:

"It seems that it has made a deep impression on you, you didn't catch Fokin, right, but there is no truth or falsehood of thought, Odin let you see it, you created it, then the 'mind' exists here at this moment. ”

The stickman said complacently:

"Mainly because this is my inner reflection, everything transcends the boundaries between truth and falsehood, and no matter what illusion I create, it can truly take your life. ”

Hervin says:

"But you still chose Fukin, you know that Odin is using you to see me. ”

The stickman said:

"It has nothing to do with me what Odin wants to do to you, whether he wants to kill you or use you to resurrect you, because whatever he wants to do, he will still be mocked by me in the end. ”

The logic of the stickman is completely different from that of a normal person, although it wants to mock Odin and take down its ugliness, but in fact the stickman does not really resent him, at least not the kind of resentment that humans understand.

It really didn't care about the relationship between Hervin and Odin at all.

Fujin finally let out a cry that resounded through the Nine Realms.

Both Hervin and Stickman's bodies are cognitively physically distorted, just like Edvard Munch's expressionist works, which are transformed into a torrent of pure thought, no longer bound by the rules of physics and the laws of reality.

"You've ever seen the least east-west?" asked Herwin.

What the stickman didn't know was that Hervin was the one who knew the art of illusion.

The slight grinding of scales and sand sounded at some point, followed by a continuous shaking of the ground.

The stickman looked around, but couldn't see anything.

But Fokine smelled that as Odin's eyes and ears, few creatures could surpass it in their ability to perceive.

It let out a scream and flew towards the sky, the twist on both Herwin and the stickman gone.

Hervin says:

"It's everywhere. ”

The most terrible illusions are pervasive and unstoppable, except for another, more terrible vision.

The stickman was vaguely aware of what was entangled in the whole world:

"You've seen it. ”

"Yes, and I can remember every inch of its scales today. ”

Indeed, few people can forget what it looked like. ”

Fokine kept hovering in the sky, and flying higher and higher, as if there was something on the ground that could endanger the mind itself.

It should have burrowed into Hewen's brain, then pulled out everything it needed, leaving his fragile mind so messy that he couldn't even tell the difference between today and tomorrow.

But it didn't dare, even if it was Odin's eyes and ears.

for the serpent was on the earth.

The voice of the serpent sounded in everyone's ears.

Foucin is no exception.

Then a pitch-black curtain rises from the horizon, and the edge of the huge shadow is not a straight line, but an eerie curve.

Shadows gradually engulfed the entire sky.

It was a long, long time before the moonlight regained its rays from the horizon.

Fokine is gone.

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