Countless molecules make up stars, countless stars make up galaxies, endless galaxies converge into galaxy clusters, and endless galaxy clusters make up total galaxies, and beyond the total galaxies, there are still unknown worlds.

This is a wild land that humans have not yet set foot in.

It is dark, cold, malevolent, and full of pitfalls and dangers. Human beings, whose horizons have been expanded by science and technology, can only observe its backward posture tens of millions or even hundreds of millions of years ago, and when they raise their heads, admire and yearn for its brilliant appearance hundreds of millions of years ago, they do not know its truth.

There are also prosperous and desolate spaces in this depressed space, with only a dozen or so aging stars burning quietly in a radius of millions of light-years.

Suddenly, some kind of grandiose and indifferent fluctuation spread, and the mere existence of the disturbance from the origin of time and space silenced the stars and trembled.

A pitch-black celestial body suddenly appeared in the center of the area. No, it's not so much a celestial body as a speck of stardust, and compared to the behemoths around it, a celestial body with a radius of only nearly 100 kilometers is simply inferior to a fine dust.

However, this speck of dust made the Planetmover relieve, and personally sent it to this barren area.

"Thanks, Sotos-chan~★"

The dust was enveloped in a dark and solid carbon molecule, and the vein-like veins spread throughout the sphere, and the rushing liquid emitted a dazzling red glow, looming through the outer shell. This makes this biological Dyson sphere, which has deteriorated countless times over, look like a star core that has not yet been fully cooled, wasted heat and matter meaninglessly.

But in fact, this poor, tiny, energy-starved speck of dust is the earth.

At least once Earth.

Don't you feel disgusted? 】

"What's disgusting, Mr. Thief?\"

The silver-haired girl hummed happily and sat on the surface of the empty Dyson sphere, her lips delicately bent into the shape of a cat's mouth, curling up her fist and gently tapping the hard ground beneath her like a coquette, like a small gesture of intimacy between lovers.

【…… Anyway, I haven't changed my mind yet, it's nothing. 】

Zuo Mohui sneered twice and fell silent.

"That said, it's your own problem. The girl stood up in a good mood and strolled casually on the Dyson ball with her hands behind her back.

On the pitch-black surface of the celestial body, countless river-like red rays slowly flicker on and off rhythmically, giving people the illusion that the celestial body is breathing. The pretty girl walked barefoot on the dead earth, feeling the solid warmth coming from the soles of her feet, and she stretched out her arms to the dark sky without the atmosphere, as if to grasp something, as if to announce something.

"You know, Mr. Thief, that you can already defeat some of the weaker gods—before you were confined, of course. ”

[I know that gods like Dagon and Xudra can't stop me anymore.] 】

"Then you know why they are gods or—" The girl's form vanished suddenly, and in an instant she pierced through layers of tissue and flesh, moving smoothly and naturally through the celestial bodies like an undercurrent in the ocean, appearing in the core of this Dyson sphere.

Inside a super-large fusion reactor modified from the Earth's core.

"-Aren't you a god yet?"

Against the backdrop of the loud roar of organ beatings, the girl stretched out her white arms and gently and lovingly held the face of the young man half embedded in the inner wall of the reactor.

The boy with his eyes closed was forced to raise his head, his sickly pale skin crawling with dense veins outlined by the scarlet light, and the fluid in his veins that was bright and flickering gave him a hideous tattoo. The boy opened his eyes, and those eyes that were as pure and pitch black as the abyss of eternal night seemed to be really two black holes, which would swallow up all the light and heat forever.

"When you stare into the abyss, the abyss stares back at you. The girl exclaimed with joy and admiration, and she gazed with joy at the indifferent dark eyes, and could not help but brush her thumb lightly over its surface. "What a great word, that's why I love humans so much, these little things live in the body of good and evil, god and demon at the same time. Their short and small lives can give birth to thoughts that even the gods admire, Cthulhu loves the fearful souls of humans, Sothos captures intelligent thoughts, and I, enjoy all that humans have to offer. ”

"Their fears, their greed, their selfishness, their darkness, every human being is a unique and strange bean, and you never know what flavor of the bean you can eat. ”

"And it all boils down to chaos at the end of the day. ”

The maiden smiled pleasantly and liltingly that belonged to "Nyara Totipu", and he bent down and kissed it lovingly on the hot lips.

"Come, Mr. Thief, let me show you the real world—the world of God!"

Nyaratotip's eyes turned into a pure color that was indistinguishable from that of a young man, and the tone was still sweet, but the voice was composed of the voice of a girl, the voice of a young man, the voice of an old man, the voice of a woman, the voice of a monster, and countless unrecognizable voices overlapped to form a grand and strange symphony.

At that moment, the shackles of power on Zuo Mohui's body were cleverly broken, and the volume of the Dyson ball suddenly expanded by ten million times. And he, on the other hand, saw the end of the world.

Why is he not God? Or what is God?

Through a physical connection, Nyaratotip briefly shared his perspective, the vision of the gods.

It is the perspective of the will of the higher dimensions, which is grand, complex, indescribable, and sees the world like a palm print, and the dimensions of three-dimensional, four-dimensional, five-dimensional, six-dimensional, or even all the known, inferential conjectures of mankind cannot describe its location—it is the true, indescribable, unquestionable eye of the gods.

At that moment, Zuo Mohui's huge and bloated soul was easily crushed by information beyond his ability to accept, like crushing an insignificant ant. Six billion complete personalities are used by the teenager as a processor to buffer those messages, but in spite of this, in an instant when Planck's time is not enough, the restrained and sleeping personalities are already fragmented, and even traces of self cannot be traced.

To make matters worse, "Zuo Mohui" seems to be disappearing as well.

As the strongest and largest personality in this shell, who has been dominant from beginning to end, the boy can't bear this kind of information that is countless dimensions higher.

The surface of the planet highlighted countless painful faces, as if they were enduring the cruelest punishment in the world, and the blood that exuded red light flowed down from the nose, ears, mouth, and eyes of those faces, converging into rivers of blood on the surface of the planet. They struggled, screaming, countless tones and countless wails, and finally slowly converged into a unified voice, Zuo Mohui's voice.

But there are slight differences.

You can discern the voice signatures that belong to everyone who is consumed by the black light, but if you listen closely, you can't find it, as if it were just an illusion.

Nyaratotip smiled brightly and looked at the young man in front of him who was struggling and wailing in pain, as if admiring a beautiful work of art. He clapped his hands happily at the moment when "Zuo Mohui" collapsed, and couldn't help but praise loudly, as if he had seen a legendary drama that made people amazed.

"Yes, yes! I thought you would need my help, and inevitably became a copy of 'Nyara Totip', but I didn't expect you to be so resolute and cruel! I love you so much, Mr. Thief!"

Nyaratotip laughed loudly, shouted, and danced wildly, tap-dancing in the light of nuclear fusion. The young man in front of Him gradually weakened, cold, weak, and bowed his head.

Zuo Mohui died.

The blood on the planet is no longer flowing, the huge flesh and blood organs have stopped working, and the solid skeleton of the carbon-silicon molecule reconstructed from the earth's mantle and the fusion reactor are still working faithfully to keep the living Dyson sphere alive for a while.

Inside the planet, Nyara Totep was still dancing wildly around Zuo Mohui's corpse, and now that all organs had stopped working, only the sound of fusion reactions continued to echo in the dead and panicked planet, like an elegy for the deceased.

Suddenly, the boy's body twitched.

His head trembled slightly, as if trying to lift it.

And on the surface of the planet, the countless hideous and terrifying human faces also trembled slightly, and then they were out of control.

Countless blasphemous filthy and vicious words burst out from the mouths of those countenances, forming a chaotic and wicked hymn of those faces, who murmured feverishly and melted in the song, eyeballs and eyeballs, eyeballs and ears, ears and noses, ears and mouths, mouths and mouths, mouths and tongues, they were chaotically and disorderly intertwined, merging, multiplying, becoming filthy and horrible in a chaotic and disorderly manner. Eyes grew from the tongue, lips and tongues cracked in the eyes, tongues poked out of the ears, ears grew out of the nose, and the faces of the people who were once unrecognizable were now unrecognizable, all in this pot of muddy soup.

And "Zuo Mohui" finally raised his head, and his facial features began to melt, slowly dripping down the placket along his face.

[My name—]

The blasphemous words of the mortal creature that were about to die flowed out of Zuo Mohui's mouth, and with Nyarrathotep's wild laughter, the pitch-black planet trembled violently and then exploded.

Frantic and twisting waves spread out, detonating several white dwarfs that were still breathing. A tiny creature flew out of the planet's core, devouring the remnants of the fusion reactor before reaching out its tentacles to the surrounding debris.

The creature caught up with the nearest piece of shard with unimaginable speed compared to its size, and quickly merged with it. The fragment was silent for a moment, then moved wildly, and it turned into a boiling mass of pitch-black protoplasm, tentacles and pseudopods growing out of the amorphous surface, and then being devoured by itself. It snaps at all the shards of the stars around it, violently changing its shape.

All sorts of limbs emerged from the surface of the mass, tentacles, arthropods, human arms, claws covered in scales, which solidified as if cooled, elongated into an amoeba-like thing, chasing its own end in circles through space.

Its image slowly but surely settled, its tail slender and jet-black, covered with cascading scales. Each obsidian-like scale has a twisted and hideous pattern of a human face, which is different.

Its upper body resembles that of a human, with a pair of broken bat membranous wings spread out on its back, and countless pitch-black vine-like tentacles growing on its back, which are tangled together like an ugly cloak.

The front of its body was made of a myriad of irregular black metal ores to form a piece of armor, and the ravines of the metal armor radiated a lava-like red glow that vaguely formed a strange and distorted non-Euclidean geometric pattern.

It has a metal insect mouthpiece on its chest, like the mouth of a praying mantis or locust. As the armor gradually spread to the face, the metal gradually smoothed out, and there was no longer a single crack.

It seemed to be made of black steel, and its human-like head had only two large, pure black eyes shrouded in a black translucent carapace, and a tightly jointed jagged crack barely served as a mouth, and the crack had a subtle upward arc, like a mocking smile. Its hair looked like a normal person, but it was actually a myriad of slender black tentacles.

It has four arms, all covered in a metal carapace. A pair of arms that are not possessed by humans share the same shoulder blades as the original hands, appearing parallel to the original arms. Each palm has four fingers, each of which is like two sharp fingers and claws attached side by side.

Its torso is flanked by several arthropods, resembling those of a spider or scorpion, with smooth surfaces and sharp ends like spears. They curled up quietly, as if they were part of the carapace, not the possession of an evil god.

The newborn evil god opened his mouth to bite his tail, and subconsciously twisted his body into a Möbius ring. Oh, as if its dark eyes lit up with a cold and rational light, he let go of the snake's tail bitten by the three-layer steel fangs, straightened his body and stretched out his arms horizontally as if his body was suffering, and laughed silently.

"Zuo Mohui" was reborn.

[——Huoomizu]

This monster, which was composed of the vast majority of "Zuo Mohui" and the fragments of six billion personalities, was driven by the information obtained from Nyara Totipu and showed a vicious and hideous smile, and its body instantly became ten million times larger, cruising in the universe, opening its tongueless mouth and swallowing all the planets it saw.

Whether it is a dying red giant, a dying white dwarf, or even a black dwarf, it swallows all the remnants of the cold scorch, and seems to be "devouring" just for the sake of "devouring".

"I'm happy for you too, Huoomizu. ”

The silver-haired girl stood on the eyeballs of the newborn evil god and reminded happily in a voice that was compounded with countless tones.

"But you came to this world to fight, go, go back to Earth, it's your battlefield. ”

The evil gods turned a deaf ear to His words and devoured the few celestial bodies that they had.

It's just that a small bulge protrudes from one of its hairs, and the bulge quickly bulges into a young man dressed in black.

"Ah~ Of course I remember. The young man narrowed his pure black eyes and smiled happily: "Let's go, let's go back to Earth." Will you come with me?"

"Of course, my friend. ”

Nyaratotip laughed and grabbed the boy's arm.

The next moment, there was nothing left beside the evil god, leaving only the hungry monster flying to the nearest light source in the darkness.

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