The explosion occurred around Father Sissen without warning, and a large number of spores flew out of the flames and were swept away by the hurricane, and Father Sissen seemed to have just woken up, and realized that he had been swept up in a raging turbulence. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Before he could react, his body was smashed into the rubble, and the material of the structure that had always appeared very strong was instantly opened, and the broken parts were powdered and trickled to the ground like sand.

Father Sissen was covered in wounds, cuts, bruises, burns, blisters, corroded skin, and could feel the failure of his internal organs under a very complex side effect. His eyes were ringing in his ears, his head was blank, and the damage to his nervous system made him dizzy and nauseous, and he was unable to control the normal movement of his limbs. He struggled to get up, but the ensuing impact blew him away again, rolling on the ground until he could control his limbs a little, and then grasp the protrusions on the ground.

Before his eyes, there was only a catastrophic scene, and there was not much that was truly intact as far as he could see and feel. The gray mist was like burning ash that had not yet been extinguished, and the dark red light filled the field of vision, distorting the atmosphere, making it difficult to breathe, as if there was a force that stretched the lungs open, expelling the air from the lungs from the open mouth, Father Sissen could feel a drastic decrease in the external air pressure, and a large number of distorted forms filled his field of vision, forming some kind of indescribable terrifying imagery, Father Sissen could recognize that they were the remains of the material of the construct, however, these distorted forms were melting.

Everything he saw made him feel like how he had survived. The harshness of the environment can no longer be connected with the scene of this area in memory, but it is like a scene from another world, the product of an alien planet that is completely different from the environmental system where the current planet is located.

What is even more strange is that when Father Sissen raised his head, he actually saw the moon. He could swear that he had never seen the moon in the ruins of the Ruling Bureau, and that the moon on Earth was definitely not like this: this sphere that looked like the moon was so huge, so heavy that it looked like it would fall to the ground at any moment, it was red, but it was not moisturizing, it was shining, but it did not appear smooth, but one could imagine whether it was covered with a thick layer of crimson earth, which was a rough texture like sand, like rock, like soil.

The change of scenery may not be a terrible thing, for a long time, the unknown mystery was enough to reach a situation unimaginable to human beings, and now the scene is strange and incomprehensible, but not every scene is unrecognized. People can still depict the change through their own imagination, and this is one of the best news at this moment.

Father Sissen gasped, and the violent explosion was like a command, which changed the world, but it is an indisputable fact that he is still alive in this greatly changed world. The atmosphere, which had always been filled with irritability, madness, and death, suddenly became much quieter, not that there were no sounds, but that each sound became so small that in contrast there was a dead peace.

You can't hear that small sound without listening to it. But if you listen carefully, you can't tell what kind of sound it is, it doesn't seem to have a special rhythm, there is no rule in length, there is no rule in the height and level, but it doesn't make people think it's noise, but it is reminiscent of the call of whales in the deep sea, and it is fed back into a sound that humans can hear through the sound wave. Some described it as a beautiful song, but it was only a decoration of the beautiful side of sensuality, and to Father Sissen's ears it always brought fear—a dark, unfathomable fear from the depths of the sea, as if his own corpse was sinking with the sound to a place beyond anyone's reach.

It is death, it is sleep, it is the eternal time flowing in darkness, it is the tomb that cannot be disturbed by all changes.

Father Sissen only felt that he was dreaming, hallucinating, otherwise, why would the phenomenon that had once been so violent that it almost tore itself apart suddenly become so silent? Even so, he could still feel his presence, and he didn't feel that he was stepping on illusory ground, nor did he feel that the sulfur smell he smelled was an equally unreal representation.

He just felt like he was walking on the edge between the real and the unreal, turned into a strange ghost. Even so, the injuries he had suffered did not get better, nor did they deteriorate in particular, as if they were going to remain on him forever. He spat on blood-stained spittle, just trying to figure out what was going on.

If you want to say that you were lucky to be saved a life, it is probably true. The explosion had been so violent that it had almost torn him in half, and now it was scarred and showed no signs of getting better, but it was just a quiet ruin, and the two warring sides were gone.

On the other hand, Father Sissen could still hear the hallucinatory voice:

"It is necessary to live in such pain - such persistence is meaningless, and to live in pain does not change the length and height of life, nor does it change and sublimate life. Those ideas that have been transformed from the preconceived social ideas are nothing but a lubricant for ignorance, and the so-called change is only a self-righteous illusion. ”

This hallucinatory voice made him suddenly realize a little, he was still glad that he was not involved in the attack of consciousness, but now he is really in a prison, what happened to him at this time, doesn't it prove that he is in a world of consciousness? It's just that it's impossible to tell whose state of consciousness this is, and what kind of state of mind it is. From experience, many of the things here are artificial, but it is hard to believe that humans have made their own work.

Is this really the world of consciousness of a certain "person"? Father Sissen couldn't help but think. At the same time, a black shadow appeared on the crimson moon, at first the size of a pin's eye to the naked eye, but soon turned into a huge cavity, and then the shape of the cavity twisted into the shadow of some kind of life, it was wriggling, it was getting bigger, it made people feel like it was descending from the moon.

The great fear did not come from nowhere, but it just diffused in the air so abruptly, and every breath that accompanied it flowed through Father Sissen's veins, making him feel a completely different feeling of suffocation than before. He felt what he saw, a hazy idea, that the name of it was about to come out, but he could never remember it, he could not describe the strange black shadow reflected in his eyes.

Father Sissen's gaze was taken away by the shadows, and he almost lost track of time, snuggling up to the crumbling corner, no longer taller than an adult on all sides, littered with crumbling low walls, pillars, fragments of staircases, and parts of a structure that he didn't know what part. Flames erupted from the cracked ground, but the anomalous flesh that could once be seen growing on the mass of the construct's materials, as well as the spores that floated in the air at all times, were all gone. All that was left was the strange black shadow that could be seen when you looked up, descending on the ground where you were at a frighteningly slow speed.

Father Sissen wanted to make a sound, but he didn't know what to say, he just gasped for a "ho-ho", he didn't feel that the wound on his body would lead to death, but the feeling of death was so strong. The Demon Pattern Super and the Critical Weapon are still working, and they are indeed producing some phenomena that are visible to the naked eye, but even if he is surrounded by the phenomena generated by his own power, they can't give him the slightest sense of security. He told himself that everything he saw was an illusion, but he couldn't find a way to wake up, as if his soul had been trapped in this apocalyptic place, as if it were the last remaining place in the world.

Father Sissen could not think, he could only listen to the faint murmuring in his head, he felt that he had known what was being muttered before, but now he could not hear it clearly, although he could not hear it clearly, but he felt as if he understood it, as if some ideas were about to break through the ground, and yet he was equally afraid that these thoughts would break through the ground.

"It's amazing." Father Sissen suddenly heard his own voice, and even he could not tell whether it was mockery or praise.

He had realized that if he couldn't stop the dark shadow that had fallen from the moon, he would die along with the apocalyptic world he saw. It's like you've suddenly crossed time, faster than everyone else, to the end of the world. While others are still struggling with the process of the end times, they have already witnessed the truth of the end times, but such truths are really not something that ordinary people like him can comprehend.

There was a strange voice, in the complex and hazy feelings of Father Sissen, in this atmosphere that was still silent despite the sound, in the overwhelming fear of the arrival of the strange black shadow, with the sound of the wind.

I can't describe the strangeness of this sound, although I think it is a "sound" when I hear it, but I can't distinguish the timbre and the tone, it is neither long, nor rapid, not low, nor sharp, not rhythmic, but it is not chaotic, not unpleasant, not good, it makes people feel that it is a pure, putting aside all subjective and objective relativity, merging all characteristics, consuming each other, and finally what remains.

As soon as he heard this voice, Father Sissen couldn't help but think of Father Edward, the manic and crazy battlefield before the current mutation occurred. So, he suddenly knew what the black shadow that came down from the red moon was, and what the body that made the strange sound was at this time.

The battle between the two monsters did not end, but they touched the other corner of the battlefield from one corner of the battlefield, under the action of some complex factor, with perceptual power. Originally, I could only observe the battlefield that looked like before, but now I can observe the battlefield like this, but in fact, the battle on the two battlefields is still going on, and there are more different battlefields at the same time, or in other words, these complex, as if they were divided, are all integrated, only a complete battlefield, and a world that the two monsters can see.

His illusion of a transformation in another space is just a testament to the huge limitations of his observation ability.

The strange "sound" made the space wrinkle, like the waves pushing it, and there was some deep power lurking beneath the waves, and the low and vague sense of fluctuation was so clear in Father Sissen's perception. If the shadow descending from the red moon is a flying dragon, the fluctuations hidden under the folds of space are like whales. The two strong sense of existence intertwined, divided, and clashed, and there was a resonance between heaven and earth, burrowing into Father Sissen's body, causing him to spit out another mouthful of blood.

Father Sissen knew very well that a collision was about to happen, and the two monsters were so far apart in the visual distance of the naked eye, but for such monsters, "distance" in the ordinary sense was never a problem. As he gazed at the black shadow descending from the red moon, he couldn't help but want to see what the behemoth was that was about to emerge from the waves of space.

A vague instinct told him that it was Father Edward. No, it should be said, the Grey Mist Demon who used to be called Father Edward.

The sky darkens, like the sun is setting, but in fact, the sky here cannot be called the sky at all, and there is no sun, just an empty and far-reaching visual space. In the dimming of the post-sunset, the red moon became more and more conspicuous, and the distorted black shadow had taken up two-thirds of the red moon, gradually revealing a more real form: Father Sissen had guessed correctly, it was the monster that forced Father Edward to use forbidden power to snipe, the monster that seemed to have emerged from the collective human subconscious, the monster that took on a female form for some reason.

Today, it is still the same familiar female form, I can't really see its figure and face, but there is a sense of familiarity that I have known for a long time. Father Sissen couldn't remember when he had spoken about it, or what had caused him to feel this sense of déjà vu.

It, or her, occupies two-thirds of the area of the giant red moon, but it doesn't make people think that she is a "giant".

It obviously has a huge sense of vision, but from that rational cognition, it seems that there is only the size of a normal human female - the size of a normal human female individual, and this description is also extremely ambiguous, not a fixed value.