"Dispose of the Nameless Mist?" Lamp Shadow Lu Shan repeated Xiao Yao's words, it was almost impossible to imagine how this kid's brain grew, "If you can really do all this, then these hundreds of millions of years ......"

"No, no, no, I don't really want to repeat the logic that I have already said to Luo Yunfan and the night sky once, in short...... All of this has an inevitability, if it weren't for the hundreds of millions of years of struggle of the seven civilizations on this planet, that being would not have been curious about us, and what He told me was enough to be the fulcrum that pry everything-" Xiao Yao snapped his fingers mysteriously, "The Nameless Mist is not dead. ”

……

"What did you say?" On the other side, when he heard this sentence for the first time, Xiao Yao himself was stunned.

"The Nameless Mist is not dead, or rather, He is alive and well in the universe." Nyaratotip, who occupies Qirui's body, smiled shallowly, reminiscent of the elders who seemed to be teasing the child for no reason—disgusting, "As far as I know, he is still alive and well outside, not long ago...... Well, on the timescale of your humanity, he fought with the overlord of Tyndalus about 1356 years ago. ”

"The Nameless Mist lives in the outer universe?" Xiao Yao felt that his brain was a little insufficient for a moment, "What is the monster that has been entangled in our world for hundreds of millions of years?" The 'other world' that even the technology of the Riel civilization can't parse...... And what is it? ”

"Xiao Yao...... What do you think we are? A creature? An overly powerful supernatural creature that lives in the universe? "Then you are underestimating the old days." ”

"The old days are directly imprinted on the underlying of the laws of the universe, the origin of everything and the ultimate of all things, and the 'concepts' that transcend all the definitions you can recognize, such as the dimensions of time and space, and what we reveal is only what you can understand - you can only understand the biological level." Nyara Totipe slowly spread out his hands, and at a certain moment, Xiao Yao seemed to see the trajectory of the billions of stars beside him.

But it was only for a moment, and the next moment there was no more beside Nayarathotep

Any abnormality, ordinary is just like a simple secondary two teenager.

"I'm going to summarize some of the somewhat difficult words just now—you're saying that you and beings like Nameless Mist are immortal?" Xiao Yao perked up a little and put forward his own understanding.

"You can understand it this way, Nameless Mist once fought an old enemy of ours, and then a group of ...... The race you became 'Riel' harvested a few pieces of flesh scattered by the Nameless Mist. But after that, the Nameless Mist was silent for a few thousand years before it came back to life in my field of vision—I think you can understand what that means. ”

"On top of the decaying corpses, towering trees have grown...... No wonder I had this feeling a long time ago......" Xiao Yao muttered to himself, "what we are facing is not the real old days, but just false consciousness born from His corpse...... What makes this world almost impossible to recover is just an impostor. ”

"What exists on the other side is only the residue of the nameless mist, but it is still the power of the old days - what currently dominates those forces is the false consciousness born from the corpse." Nyaratotip pointed a finger at Xiao Yao, the corners of his mouth rising slightly, "However, all of you, everything supernatural in this world is something born from the corpses of the past. ”

"Only the old days can overcome the old days...... All of you, too, are part of the old days. ”

Nyaratotip's words were complicated and confusing, and Xiao Yao also took a lot of effort to figure out everything, and sorted it out and told those who needed to know-

The other side is the part of the remnants of the nameless fog stolen by Riel, which draws on the emotional power of all intelligent civilizations, or spiritual powers, to develop and grow, and the positive part of the civilization group ideology constitutes the semi-virtual existence of the "pseudo-god", while the negative part of the civilization ideology is scattered in all corners of the other side, and part of it forms a nightmare corresponding to the things that civilization fears.

The other part is absorbed, developed, and strengthened by the other side as a "whole...... Until in some deepest and darkest corner on the other side, they converge into a unified consciousness.

This consciousness, born from all the dark emotions, because of its direct contact with the power left by the Nameless Mist, firmly believes that it is the Nameless Mist, and instinctively hates all civilizations. Ironically, he grew up with little by little the nutrients of civilization, but he insisted on completely destroying the civilization that nurtured him.

Each civilization will only give birth to one false god, and that hazy and distorted consciousness carries all the darkness of the seven civilizations, so his power has gradually approached the true god of the old days.

But He is not the old days, and He can be overcome.

This is the ultimate of this world, the glimmer of light hidden in the abyssal despair that this world reveals.

……

In the deepest darkness, the chaotic consciousness that thought it was a nameless fog sensed an opportunity.

Over hundreds of millions of years, seven reincarnations of civilizations, He has grown far beyond the limits of what human beings can imagine. Drawing on the nutrients of civilization, from a mess of things that resemble instinct, he has grown into something close to the ultimate.

Although he locked the future of all civilizations on the planet Kolo, he was also firmly located on the other side, from the beginning of his birth, and even destined to spread to the end of time.

He has wanted to truly come into the real world countless times, and has wanted to completely get rid of the shackles of the other side to himself, but the transcendent being who was born of himself almost at the same time as Him has not let go of the gap between the other side and reality, leaving no gap.

The god of machines, the Messianic system.

The duel between the two across time and space is hidden under the cycle of civilization for hundreds of millions of years, and the undercurrent is surging.

A short span of time, the Messianic system made a risky move when he acquired a soul from outside the world in an attempt to change the fate of the stagnant pool of Kolo's world.

The Nameless Mist, the equivalent of the Messianic system, also sensed the existence of that soul, and he did not hesitate to intervene in it, projecting a part of his power into the depths of that soul.

The game between the two has developed to the most intense stage.