It was the sky that is hard to describe in words.

Countless faults, wavy lines filled everything he could see when he looked up, as if the sun had fallen high in the sky, leaving the lilac corpse split into countless glow bodies.

Its color is not composed of three primary colors, it is an incomprehensible and mysterious color that does not exist in the world.

Anyone can look through the film and see the near-infinite light that bursts out of the roots, sourceless, and thousands of possibilities.

Behold, who has seen your ignorance?

It doesn't know where it came from, it doesn't know where it's going, no one knows what the knowledge that exists in these glow bodies has been handed down from that eternity, or what its essence is.

The flickering glow spewed with the wisdom it contained that mortals could not comprehend in their lifetimes, and the light that was almost condensed into a physical body seemed to squeeze into his brain as if the rushing river had squeezed into his brain.

And that knowledge is not necessarily what he can understand at this moment.

Everything is mysterious, and the knowledge that seems to be systematic and cannot be understood seems to be a nightmare, but he can't stop thinking about it, and he can't even reject it.

For many years after that, even if he slept in the undisturbed supreme common room, it could not stop the crazy knowledge that had been buried in the depths of his mind at this moment, and they were shouting wildly, even if it had allowed him to achieve great results in his inhuman realm......

In addition to this, there are some shocking thoughts.

These ideas conveyed from the glow body are contradictory and yet exist in oneness, sometimes choosing to live and sometimes choosing to die, it does not have a fixed outline, and it is not based on the fulcrum of any civilization.

The thought, which is almost beyond time, breaks through infinitely upwards on the level, denying, affirming, and deepening itself again and again.

It only takes a small idea to expand it an infinite number of times like the Big Bang.

He can even observe the history of countless civilizations in countless universes, and the "humans" or "intelligent creatures" are multiplying, but like marionettes, they are playing out a farce in the box court according to a script.

The harvest of gazing, or the catastrophe that immerses oneself, is hard to match in the world as if one knows everything and is omnipotent.

This ending may have been predestined when he looked at the sky...... Or maybe it's decided when someone makes a mess call for it.

With such a great and indescribable existence, D-13714 felt the despair that the mysterious organization had endured all along.

It is not yet known who wrote the end of humanity, and we can only try to postpone it, but there will be a day when no one can change it.

When he broke free from the temptation to transcend everything, the breath that was stuck in his voice finally came out.

He gasped and inhaled, the huge drop from heaven to reality that almost stopped his heart.

He even fell as he tried to move his body - he hadn't yet broken free from the illusion, as if he could instantly appear at his destination if he could move his thoughts.

There are no more nodes as far as the eye can see......

And not long after he got out of trouble, after finally relieving himself, he suddenly found that the glow body in the air had disappeared, and a purple lightning bolt slashed from the sky towards a building in the distance.

Back ten minutes ago, after Li Zhi signed a contract with the god of dice.

【Go!】 Brave boy, grab your pan and save the world! 】

Due to the nature of the enchantment that cannot be seen from the outside, the god of dice felt that Li Zhi holding a sniper rifle and aiming at a high place was an act of salted fish.

Then it proposed: real warriors dare to face the bleak life and dare to face the dripping blood; Men should do what men should do.

However, the break in the latter sentence is not broken, and it speaks of philosophy.

After getting the contract, Li Zhi seemed to be in a good mood.

Although no more resources were knocked from the god of dice, the hair on the iron rooster could be plucked one by one.

As for picking up the pan and doing it?

I'm sorry, but he's never had a talent for a warrior.

He has been focusing on the magic master, and now he is preparing to make a big news.

A second after Li Zhi launched his action, the god of dice regretted it.

The biggest mistake it made was to set its spawn point on top of this building.

And, on a sunny day, ignoring the city buildings, here is again a plain.

The time and place are right, don't you blow bubbles?

So in the gradually distorted expression of the god of dice, Li Zhi began his performance.

Standing at the top of the building, he put his hands on his forehead and used the thumb and index finger of both hands to form an equilateral triangle, and then he first flipped the half of the triangle in his right hand, and the original triangle became a parallelogram.

Then he flipped his left hand and made the transition from a parallelogram to an inverted equilateral triangle.

He did all this on his forehead, and in the process of flipping, his fingers were as flexible as a legendary wanderer.

Looking at his familiar movements, it was not the first time he had done such a thing.

In reality, this guy has definitely done it I don't know how many times.

It's a miracle that the real world in which we were originally located has not been destroyed.

And according to what the god of dice knows, Li Zhi is an English who has passed the fourth level but has not taken the sixth level, and because of years of debauchery, the original knowledge has long been returned to the scum.

It stands to reason that the most English words that can fit in his walnut kernel brain are short sentences like Boy♂Next♂door.

......

Why is it that now he can fluently recite an entire summoning spell of Yogsothoth?!

“Hear me! King of Infinite Space! Planetmover! The Foundation of Fastness!”

“Ruler of Earthquakes! The Vanquisher of Terror! The Creator of Panic! Destroyer!”

“The Shining Victor! Son of Chaos and the Void! The Guardian of the Abyss!”

“ God of the Outermost Darkness! Lord of Dimensions! Riddle-knower! Guardian of The Secrets! Lord of the Labyrinth!”

“Master of the Angles! God of the Whiporwills! Omegapoint! Lord of the Gate! Opener of the Way! The Oldest! All-in-One! The One by Life Prolonged!”

“Umr At-Tawil! Iak-Sathath! Yog Sothoth NAFL'FTHAGN!!! Your servant call upon you!”

This large paragraph of text is coded down, and people who jump to see it will probably think it is garbled characters.

The god of dice, who has witnessed his protagonist transform from decent to cultist, needs a san cheak who can minus 1d20 for success and 1d100 for failure.

You must know that the mantra is still recited fluently by Li Zhi while exercising his hands, which is a habitual offender.

Focused, repeat offenders.

As the ritual ended, Li Zhi stretched out his arm and pointed to a united realm.

The solidarity then collapsed, revealing a pile of minced flesh and a man with a crippled thigh and a comatose person.

The invisible hand that tore through the barrier hesitated between the pile of minced flesh and the unconscious, and finally enveloped the unconscious, both disappearing in place.

And with the successful sacrifice being sacrificed, a crack opened in the sky—more like a door opening in the sky.

I don't know why, looking at the black door open in the sky, Li Zhi suddenly had a sense of immediacy.

It seems that he didn't summon Yogsotos, but traveled to a domestic mobile game himself.

When the black door opened, it was not only the cold air flow that flowed out, but also the countless glow bodies, and a calm voice sounded in the minds of all those who were still awake.

"What did you summon me for?"

However, Li Zhi got an additional summons: "Plane traveler? You give me a sense of familiarity. ”