Yes, clocks.

But not just one, but a bunch, a group, densely packed with countless ......

They are all together, the dials are piled up haphazardly, and the hour, minute, and second hands are ticking and beating. There is no shell, just a myriad of gears, clockwork, pendulums in motion. It gives people an extremely eerie feeling.

The blood pupil felt that the cold hair was about to stand up. Although he didn't feel any threat, this strange scene made him feel a chill involuntarily. It's like life's fear of the unknown.

What the hell is this thing?

The blood pupil was vigilant, and slowly let go of his thoughts.

He needed to make sure. It made him uneasy, but he didn't have time to waste at this point. For every second of delay, the mercenaries outside could sacrifice even more. In order to prevent humanity from acquiring the Void Aggregate, the Celestes have gone mad. Only by occupying this place can the victory of the kingdom war be completely declared.

Humanity paid such a huge price and it wasn't for him to play.

The sense of thought is extended, such as the touch of sympathy, gently invading the 'clock tower', and in an instant, the blood pupil feels the bite of countless gears, the distortion of time and the folding of space, and the chirping of the minute and second hands. He only felt that his mind was sucked into the clock tower. When the brain is neutral, there are many distracting thoughts. It's like it exploded......

It's painful......

It's so sad......

Terrifying thoughts, every minute and every second, have to breed countless copies in the blood pupil's mind, as if someone had stuffed a thousand nuclear bombs into the blood pupil's head and detonated them one after another. The painful bloody pupils could barely help themselves. No, it's not just painful, it's torture, it's devastating.

The blood pupil couldn't think because his brain was already occupied. He couldn't breathe because he couldn't feel his body anymore.

He became a lonely boat in the middle of a vast ocean, tossed and turned in storms and tsunamis. His strength was useless in this situation, and it was difficult to condense even a trace of sanity.

The blood pupil didn't know what was going on like this. But he knew that if he continued, it would only take a few minutes, maybe less. He will be completely destroyed and become a madman.

In the midst of the lightning and fire, the blood pupil used an almost desperate posture to give a command to his body that could or could not exist in a very brief moment of sobriety.

Self-harm!!

Burst!

Bloodshot Burst!

Without hesitation, his outer body turned his right arm and thrust it into his chest fiercely. The intense pain suddenly stimulated the blood pupils, and he realized that he was still in place. But Sigan was constantly sucked into the clock tower, and in his eagerness, he hurriedly cut off the link. The whole person flew back like an arrow.

Then he saw a horrific scene.

The clock tower in front of him began to twist like a living thing, and a face appeared on each dial. The squirming face, nose, eyes, and mouth were all running around, as terrifying as a nightmare.

And what's even weirder is that these faces. It's all the same.

Blood Pupil herself!!

In silence, these faces twitched, some laughing, some crying. Others showed anger and opened their mouths in all directions. It just didn't come out at all. Looking at them with either hideous or indifferent expressions, the blood pupils were cold. He took a few steps back.

Only then did he realize that he was covered in a cold sweat, and his right hand was still deep in his chest.

He withdrew his hand and let the blood flow. The flesh heals on its own. But I was constantly afraid in my heart.

It was so dangerous just now, as long as he hesitated for a moment or didn't have that moment of lucidity. I'm afraid he won't exist at this point. What the hell is this clock tower? Why is there such a strange scene?

Also, what kind of clock will turn into your own face?

That's right, the rules of the sub-rules!

The blood pupil suddenly raised its head, and a flash of realization flashed through his mind.

Those distracting thoughts, those thoughts that are like an ocean of thoughts. None of them are their own. That's the rule! Or rather, the 'terminal' of the sub-rule of a certain place. The rule is the force of the universe, and the sub-rule naturally has the same effect. Then the creatures shrouded in sub-rules, their joys, sorrows, and sorrows, and their selfish distractions will also be fed back here through the sub-rules.

To connect yourself with it is to use yourself to contain these distracting thoughts. And how not to be overwhelmed?

Just kidding, that's dozens of Void Cities, trillions of lives!

As soon as he thought of this, the blood pupil felt cold sweat.

He was still too anxious. Such a core is obviously not something he can easily figure out. The extension of the sense of thought is like a double-edged sword, although it can allow him to invade the core, it will also make him bear the pressure of the core. For the core, the feedback of the sub-rules may be just a part of the 'life', but for the blood pupil, it is the deadliest poison!

Can't touch like this!

The blood pupil figured it out in an instant and began to think about countermeasures.

There is no doubt that he has little experience and no knowledge. But he has the advantage of trusting his instincts very much. His intuition was telling him that he had a way, and it was a very simple, very effective way.

But where is the solution?

Looking at the faces that kept rolling in front of my eyes, disappearing, and reappearing. Blood Pupil suddenly remembered the Speaker.

It was he who asked him to undertake this task, so he must have an advantage that other mercenaries did not have. And this advantage can only be related to one's own identity. It has nothing to do with your own combat effectiveness! In other words, the Speaker takes a fancy to his own heritage, which comes from the blood of Claudir.

Then when I thought about it again, the blood pupil suddenly thought of it.

What is Crodil known for in the universe? Powerful combat power? Or is it a terrible biotechnic trick? It's all right, it's not right! What is really scary about Crodil is the strong vitality! It is infinitely multiplying and infinitely regenerating aggressiveness. and the will to never give in.

The blood pupil suddenly raised its head, and a dazzling light flashed in its eyes.

So that's it......

He stood up and walked towards the clock tower again, but this time he didn't use his senses, not even any force. All of the regular abilities are self-contained, and in a way, the Blood Pupil has disarmed itself, and it is not much different from ordinary people.

But this time, he didn't receive any interference, and walked to the clock tower so easily, and then little by little, he merged into the clock tower......

The sound of gears snapping sounded in his ears, but this time the blood pupils were not attacked by distracting thoughts. Huge gears, clockwork, and pendulums swayed around him, sometimes passing through his body. He didn't feel anything unusual.

This is the world of sub-rules...... is the domain that belongs to them.

It would be a mistake to use the means of ordinary mercenaries to detect it and to contact it with the strength from the rules.

In the sub-regular world, how can the existence of cosmic rules be tolerated?

They are enemies!

At this moment, the blood pupil suddenly felt that he had discovered the essence of the sub-rule. (To be continued......)