BGM: 狂気の瞳 (Oriental Scarlet Fantasy)

Void.

The white fish closed his eyes.

It's been a week.

After killing the ugly pot 14,353 times, the other party has not appeared.

It stands to reason that normal gods have long since run out of strength and run out of fuel. But the ugly pot is different, and it can't be measured with common sense.

Even if the two are from ancient times. From the [Fire Age] to this day, Shirayu also knows nothing about this elusive madman.

Yes, nothing is known.

The latter never showed its ontology, and it is doubtful that there was even such a thing.

Can't see through.

Can not see.

Can't find it, after all, where did the ugly pot pop out of it, does anyone in this world know?

No, maybe it's from the outer realms like myself, and this strange and unpredictable thing doesn't seem to exist in the material realm at all.

The white fish lifted his palm, and there was a strange pattern in the palm pattern that was squirming and struggling, with a large head and thin feet.

Just tried to seal it away.,But in the end it's just an empty shell...

What's going on?

Bai Yu frowned, standing quietly in the void, he could feel that the other party was nearby, and he never left.

The sense of non-existent threat is as if ordinary people are facing the supernatural, sticky and disgusting.

In the life course of the white fish, which can be said to be the great existence called Tianzhouzi, this feeling of being out of control has appeared for the first time.

Even the previous war against the realm had never given him such a sense of threat.

Kill the ugly pot again and again, and destroy its existence again and again. But I can't feel any sense of accomplishment, it's better to say that the "victory" in the dark is far away.

The smell of failure is so subtle and strong, like a razor embedded in a major artery without knowing it.

What went wrong? The enemy, who should have exhausted all his strength, stood up again and again, and it was getting stronger and stronger.

Hatch.

Spallation.

Be born again in death.

And it is changing to a certain form.

The white fish slowly raised his head, looking at the black filth condensed in the distance, and cruelty and impatience appeared in his eyes.

The speed of the other party's resurrection is getting slower and slower.

The ugly pot has not made a sound since the 6321st death, and the silence is as if it has lost the ability to communicate and the intellect.

There's no doubt about it, it's turning into something.

It can be bad if it goes on like this. But there is no other way for the white fish.

The power system of this world was a mess in Tianzhouzi's eyes, so much so that he couldn't figure it out after studying it for so many years, and it was difficult to even classify the basics.

In the world of "name", the power system is unique and accurate, which has been measured by countless ancestors, and embodies the same concept and cultural accumulation. But in this world it's a different story entirely.

The sorcery created by the twisted human nature, the technological creations created by the ruthless intellect, the superpowers that act on behalf of the gods, the storytelling skills that I don't know how to achieve, the spells unique to the inhuman race, the belief systems of the gods... There is even the supernatural power that exists only in mythology, the root force that cannot explain the principle.

Tianzhouzi has traveled through many worlds in his long life, and he thinks he has seen many wonderful scenes, but he is confused about this place.

From the tendency of the individual camp to be easily distorted and deteriorated, to the pattern of the whole world, the history of rise and fall, and even the thing itself, which cannot be called the world, is simply a mess.

In short, the world here is distorted, and if the other worlds are the place where all the rules and concepts are restrained, the balls of yarn in order, this world is a chaotic aggregate of garbage.

Mortals can ascend to the sky in one step, and the powerful can die for grotesque reasons.

Ugly pot.

It is also one of the derivatives of this grotesque.

Deformed, incomplete.

Why is this so?

The more Bai Yu thought about it, the more he frowned, he didn't know why the world had become such a malignant state, but one thing was certain.

The enemy in front of him has gradually exceeded his expectations.

Raising his hands, the fierce aura slowly restrained to the surface of his body, and all the essence and spirit were absorbed into his body.

His eyes were closed, and his long black hair couldn't be automatic.

That black humanity had given him a serious sense of threat.

"Although I was thinking about solving it with only my body. Now it seems that I underestimated you too much. ”

Arms outstretched, in a singular circular gesture.

"So... Let me show you the power of the name!——"

The white fish's hands snapped together in front of his chest, and the strange power from the other world bloomed in the void like an unfolding world picture, facing the black beast.

——————

Thirteen days after the start of the battle.

"Ho ho ho ... ”

A strange choking sound sounded in the depths of the void, infiltrating every corner of the [Lightless Zone], forming water-like ripples.

There was a sinuous light in the darkness of nothingness, clinging to a ladder that didn't exist, and swimming into the depths of unknown darkness.

"This is the palace—"

In the dark, a place of absurdity beyond the reach of the stars.

There seemed to be an inexplicable voice echoing.

"We dwell in the hearts of our ancestors—"

A snake-like sound.

"Beat the drums of eighty-eight—"

The roar was mixed with a hoarse howl, and there was an indescribable sense of madness.

"O surging wanderer—"

"Have you ever heard the story of water and wind—"

The white twisted and looped, stretching its posture - it was the glorious, the abode of the stars, the palace, the palace of the white, the palace of the white stars.

The four pillars support the sinuous body of the building diagonally, and the white marble light illuminates the never-ending darkness, but only makes people feel sick.

"The story of water and wind, our wandering footprints, darlings, darlings, darlings, darlings——"

"The water and the wind are reverently bound and sent into cages—"

The white brick walls and stones are as if they were fabricated out of thin air, the curved pillars resemble the horns of demonic goats, and the inferior children's drawings go back and forth, decorating the unformed palaces, piercing the walls, and twisting the statues.

"We !——"

The voice grew louder and louder.

I could barely hear a little hint of human voice before, but at this moment, it was completely murmurful.

"Sow new hope! look forward to it! Pamper ——"

"God is with us, and we are God——

"Wind and water!ah!praise the pain of the past!build a high wall——"

"This is the old dust! This is the new abscess——"

"Praise, heal, heal, evolve, reproduce, kill, evolve, impulse!"

"Praise us! Wind and water ——"