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And it is also the kind of giant that only exists in myths and legends, stepping on the earth and holding the sky above his head.

Of course, after a closer look, I realized that this giant was not as huge as I thought, at least the head did not rise out of the atmosphere.

I half-squinted and tilted my head, able to see it vaguely.

Its body contour is similar to that of a normal person, with distinct limbs, and a thin body, a bit similar to that of an addict, like a skinny feeling.

It's so thin that it looks a little out of place.

However, if you look closely, you can still see something different from a normal person.

The giant's fingers were extremely long, like bamboo poles.

The palm of the hand only occupies about one-third, and the five fingers occupy two-thirds of the length.

It also has hair on the top of its head, but that's just the shape, and as far as I can see, although the hair is fluttering in the wind, I think the hair has its own consciousness, and it all has a living 'nature'.

It's like the tentacles at the bottom of the brain monster, all writhing on their own, even writhing against the wind.

Strange to say, the giant's body seemed to be made of a layer of mist, and it looked very blurry.

The grayish-white sand almost obscured its entire body, and only its general outline could be discerned.

But my intuition tells me that this giant can't be beaten by the eight poles of mist.

It is supposed to be made of windblown sand.

At this time, I should have felt scared, but to be honest, I was really not afraid, and I didn't even feel nervous.

Since the brain monster said that I am still alive and not dead, then it is very likely that I am in a coma.

It's just that the injuries are so severe that I didn't wake up.

In other words, everything I see now is actually a "real" dream.

The news I got from the brain monster may be true, but something else should be fake, at least it can't hurt me in my dreams.

I died in a dream, but can't I live in reality as well?

It's just that you'll either wake up or you'll have a different dream.

"Woo........"

The sound of the trumpets did not stop, but intensified, and from a single sound at the beginning, it soon became a single sound, which seemed to be composed of thousands of horns.

Listening to that strange tune, really, I felt an inexplicable tragedy and sorrow.

Suddenly, the sandstorm stopped.

I couldn't help but be stunned for a while, as if someone had pressed a switch and stopped all the wind and sand, and the desert fell into a dead silence in an instant.

The only thing that didn't stop, what didn't disappear, was the tornado and the giant inside.

"Who is it?" I couldn't help but ask, looked at the brain monster, turned back again, and looked deeply at the giant: "This is what you said, the ancestor of the Nine Blade Gods?" ”

The brain monster didn't answer me, didn't make any sound, and suddenly sank down, as if to greet the giant, or say, salute.

"It is my king."

"Your king?" I frowned, and asked with some doubts: "In the ancient times, you also had that kind of tribal habit?" Each ethnic group has its own leader? But it's not like you...... It's too much of a difference, isn't it? ”

The Brain Monster ignored me, and repeated to himself as if it were my king.

At the same time, a new round of changes has been ushered in in the desert.

Centered on the giant who was wrapped in wind and sand, the yellow sand on the ground changed its color without warning, as if it had been dyed by dye little by little, and the change of color slowly spread in all directions.

The original metallic 'color' like gold soon turned into a gray-white 'color'.

That gray-white 'color' is the same as the 'color' on the giant's body, lifeless and lifeless, as if it was shrouded in death......

Right!!

This desert gives me the feeling that I am dead.

Probably because of the appearance of that giant, the entire desert died in an instant.

The original desert, although deserted, was a little lively, but now it .......

"Behind the king, there are many primeval ones, old ones, and I am only one of them."

"It'...... Oh no, it's your king, what's his name? I couldn't help but ask curiously.

"In the language of your Hereafter...... It's supposed to be called the Sandboon......."

"Killers?" I was stunned.

"It's the body of sand, the sand of the desert, the body of the 'flesh'."

The brain monster spoke, his tone became serious, and every word was full of worship and respect.

That's not the respect that only comes after being oppressed, it's the respect that comes from the bottom of my heart.

I can hear that, and it's definitely not a joke.

But I have to say, the name of the sandboon...... It's a little weird indeed.

It's a bit wrong to say that it's the name of injustice, and it's not like it's the name of a god!

"In the old days, it was the only one who defied death, and the ....... recognized by all the primeval ones of the old days"

As he spoke, the brain monster paused, and his tone was a little more respectful.

"Lord of Calamity."

Hearing this answer, I nodded as if I didn't understand, and didn't ask more.

"Unlike that one, the king I follow has no intention of returning to the Hereafter, it has been sleeping until the end of time, and it will not return." The brain monster continued, his tone changed slightly, and he seemed to be vigilant: "But that one wants to return in the next life, but fortunately, that 'door' is very strong, and in a short time, it can't pass through that 'door', and like me, it was expelled by that 'door'. ”

I nodded, and was about to ask a few more questions, but the brain monster continued to talk.

"You don't have to worry about it now, you don't have to be wary of it, but you have to be careful." The brain monster said, his tone gradually becoming solemn, as if with a sense of reminder: "You have to be careful of the people in the later generations, the people around you, the ones who have many followers in the later generations, most of them know the truth like you. ”

"Knowing the truth? Like me? I was stunned and subconsciously asked, "What do you mean...... Our husband in this business? ”

The brain monster snorted and said, yes.

"It's not all people like you, but also the most ordinary people." The brain monster added: "The return of the stars is the key to opening that 'door', many people are waiting, and the Nine Gods are also waiting, but they have been suppressed by you." ”

As soon as I heard this, I immediately frowned and said, the Nine Wings God is not dead, at least when I was in a coma, it was still alive and well.

"Repression without a time limit is death for it." Brain Monster said.

"You told me to be careful of the people around me, those gentlemen of later generations....... Is it because I'm hostile to the Nine Gods that they'll come against me as well? I asked tentatively.

The brain groaned twice, saying yes, that's why they'll definitely target you later.

"If the one you said returns to the afterlife, will it be ......?"

"Trust me." The Brain Monster interrupted me and said word by word: "We don't want it to return to the afterlife, and you definitely don't want to, when it steps out of that 'door', the afterlife will really be over, and the fall into hell that you say in your religion will definitely be an extravagant hope for you, and no one can be liberated." ”

I was stunned, but I didn't squeak.

"No one can stop it, not even the gods you worship, but not enough to stand in its footsteps, so it must not be allowed to pass through that 'door'." The brain monster said, "But it's still in Tianfu, and you're still safe." ”

"Tianfu? You're talking about Sichuan, right? I cautiously asked, "Has it been suppressed under Sichuan?" ”

"Tianfu is not a place, and it is there, it is in heaven, it is what you say........"

When the brain monster said these words, my brain sank suddenly, as if I was getting motion sickness, the dizziness was very strong, and my consciousness was blurred.

"Someone's calling you." Brain Monster said.

I raised my hand and 'rubbed' my temples, only to feel that the dizziness was getting stronger and stronger, just like someone kept shaking my head, and my brain was about to be shaken.

"Who are you talking about? Like the Sandboon you said? Also a king of the old days? ”

"Yes."

The brain monster said this, and his voice became a little muffled, accompanied by the sound of electricity.

It must have said a lot to me, but I didn't hear it very well, and I could barely make out the name of "the one".

"The King of Black Robes."