What a vitality this is! Just a part of the dead corpse assimilates the inanimate glass and metal into a part of itself!

If it's the full old gods...... That's unimaginable.

"Where the forbidden comes, the whispers of the old days......" Xiao Yao muttered to himself, surrounding the flesh and blood tissues that had caused his spirit to suffer continuous trauma just by looking at it.

"It's a real headache, even though my consciousness is almost lost, but I still have such a polluting ability...... No, it should be said that polluting mortals is like walking with a few ants unintentionally trampled to death, and mortal life is meaningless to you. ”

"What a headache, if there really was a creator in this universe, why on earth did He create monsters like you...... Or are you His creatures, and our mortal civilization is just a foil to your great ants? ”

Xiao Yao shook his head, shaking off those fearless conjectures, about why the old days existed, about how the old days were born...... I am afraid that such a question has been equated with the "ultimate of the universe", something that he cannot explore and does not need to know.

He came here just to witness everything with his own eyes, to witness the end of the reincarnated civilization on this planet called "Kolo", and to witness the truth of the end times.

"Oh, Nameless Mist...... It's been a long time. Xiao Yao silently stretched out his hand and pressed it on the glass that had been corroded by flesh and blood, "Although you don't know me yet, I think we will get along very happily in the future." ”

The dark black spread over the boy's eyes, and an indescribable power surged through his body, and at this moment, the imprisoned in the container and the smiling outside the container seemed to be the same creature—

"I don't know what you're going to do on this starship to stop the Rare from returning to Kolo, maybe you did a lot of terrible things when I was stating, but you were stopped by the Rares...... Of course, they must have paid a big price along the way. ”

"So in order to truly witness everything, I'm not going to do anything to stop you from doing what you're going to do next, and you don't have to do anything to me...... It's useless, after all, on the inside, compared to Ariel

, I am closer to you. Xiao Yao smiled, crossed his knees, and stared at the piece of flesh like an eye.

The wriggling movement of the flesh of the Nameless Mist first stopped for a moment, and then accelerated significantly, as if Xiao Yao's appearance had alerted his vague consciousness to a little.

Xiao Yao remembered that more than two years ago, when part of the consciousness of the One Who Returns to All Things descended on the other side, the consciousness that he called out belonged to the "Nameless Mist".

Now that I think about it, the consciousness of the "nameless fog" at that time was a little strange.

It is not so much an independent and complete consciousness as a simple obsession - "to live". Yes, the so-called "Nameless Mist" consciousness is not even capable of independent thinking, and it only relies on the instinct to "live" and manipulate its body to fight......

Of course, the "instinct" belonging to this old god is much stronger than the human instinct, and he can even communicate smoothly, but Xiao Yao can still feel that the nameless fog at that time did not have much self to speak of......

Strangely, even though its power is terrifying beyond the limits of human imagination, Nameless Mist does not have a complete self...... Moreover, the nameless fog wants to "live", what does this obsession have to do with himself?

"That's a ...... It's getting more and more interesting. Xiao Yao smiled, bent his knuckles and gently tapped the glass full of cracks and bloodshots.

The pitch-black flesh mixed with blood red in front of him rapidly changed at a speed that could be distinguished by the naked eye, and soon a humanoid face was born, which opened its mouth wide, and a hoarse, low roar lingered in the vast warehouse.

That voice seemed to come directly from the most ancient chaos, and Xiao Yao hallucinated the moment that voice sounded-

In the primeval wasteland, almost transparent ghosts held hands in groups, playing the flute of bones, and their white eyes reflected the meteor shower in the polar sky......

The decaying human shell twisted and intertwined in an indescribable way, like a tree, forming branches and leaves extending from the veins of white bones......

Deep into the caverns of the earth's core, white worms crawl among the layers of human skeletons

The fishy wind gushing from the depths of the cavern was like the whisper of a faceless madman......

Too much, too much, too much...... The indescribable image was forced into his brain by an irresistible giant hand, and Xiao Yao immediately understood why the previous storekeeper had gone crazy - it was not something that the mortal nervous system could bear, and any mortal creature that suffered from all this would go crazy without exception.

"Huh." Xiao Yao just chuckled, he knew very well that the pictures that were poured into his mind were things that mortals could not bear, but he could still accept himself peacefully in the face of all this...... Have you already gone crazy?

Whether it is the earth or the world of Kolo, there is a similar Cthulhu mythology, which has a concept called "san value", SAN is the abbreviation of sanity, that is, the mind, the higher the san value, the more sound the mind. And the so-called SAN value is zero, which means that you can't be saved from madness, and your worldview has been destroyed.

Maybe more than two years ago, in the old battle on the other side that shocked the whole world, Xiao Yao's SAN value had been worn out, but the inner madness was perfectly concealed by the shell of reason.

Xiao Yao calmly looked at the crazy scenes, he could even watch the madness of the old days with an appreciative attitude, and he didn't even notice it, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth. In his ears, the constant oozing roar of the old corpses seemed to be mixed with a trace of doubt about the mortal in front of him.

……

"Hello." Saratil took a deep breath, but finally made up his mind and patted the shoulder of the Riel in front of him, "There's something I think you need to know. ”

Salatir knew very well how dangerous that warehouse was now, and Xiao Yao's choice was almost a mortal choice. But that dangerous warehouse had to be watched, and no one else was willing to take on the task.

She wanted to put everything aside and face the weirdness of the old days on her own, but she was worried that if she was polluted, then no one would be able to lead the overall situation. Xiao Yao's choice, no matter what his purpose is, is indeed a heroic act for himself.

Then, it is necessary for him to tell his family, the gray-eyed Riel, about this.