Madness is a primitive manifestation, excessive fright, mental disorders, extreme joy and sorrow, and so on will lead to madness, no animal, plant or life can get out of madness, even a single cell will indulge in crazy eating, then that is to say, from a single cell, [madness] has been engraved in the essence of living things. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Hearing the footsteps, Clarkry and Turus quickly hid in a nearby stone chest.

Through the crack in the door of the stone cabinet, you can see several people entering, except for two of these people who are dressed as devotees of the god of water, the other few people are all wearing red robes of different doctrines, and it is obvious that they are not believers of the sect of the god of water.

Clarkry held his breath, he had never been so nervous, although he couldn't recognize the people in the red robes, but from one of the water god believers, he could clearly sense that it was an apostle! a high-ranking apostle among the water god believers.

The apostles, who have survived the difficult séance rituals and are accepted by the gods, their physical bodies have completely conquered time, will not age, can change their appearance and invoke divine authority at will, and carry out some direct orders of God, and their power can be imagined.

The apostles generally do not stay in one place, they will travel all over the world to find other apostles and kill them, in many doctrines, the apostles of the same faith will also kill each other, these killings seem to have some special and inevitable significance for them, although the apostles' behavior is very barbaric, but they do not attack others inexplicably, their barbaric behavior seems to exist only among their apostles, but they are very friendly to ordinary people or priests.

A high-ranking apostle will exude the smell of the god he believes in, in order to declare his identity, that smell is like a stench to others, people are respected, on the other hand, the apostles with this smell are very arrogant, because they have a high authority among the believers, and can even execute a god at will.

It was obvious that those red-robed people also had a very high status, so much so that in the face of a high-ranking apostle, there was not the slightest change in tone.

Clarkry knew that if they were discovered, they would probably be killed in less than a second, and even the sound of a heartbeat could be caught by the other party, and he tried to keep his breathing as weak and steady as possible.

Turus squatted on the lower right of Clarkry, he should also be aware of the seriousness of the situation, because Clarkry could no longer hear his rough panting at all, they all knew very well that in front of the apostle, any resistance was meaningless, there was no need to enter the battle posture, the weapon could not hurt the apostle at all, there were only two endings: escape or be killed, an apostle could easily eliminate a team, there would be an apostle in the altar of Takas, and the failure of this attack was already doomed at this point.

At this time, Turus was faced with a major problem, he had not yet cleaned his nostrils, and the crawling bugs made him want to sneeze, but this sneeze might become the last second of his life, so he desperately endured it, and his breathing began to gradually become chaotic.

When Turus was about to take it back, Clarktu suddenly pushed Turus, Turus rolled out of the stone cabinet, Turus didn't have time to think about why Clark did this, his body had already made a subconscious reaction and rushed out from the entrance.

Only then did the few people in the room react, and the angry Water God Apostle let out a roar, and countless green tentacles stretched out from the low robe before chasing them out.

When the room was calm again, Clarkry, who was still hiding behind the stone cabinet door on the other side, let go of the hand covering his mouth and gasped for air.

Turus ran down the aisle, he could feel the death behind him approaching, and for the first time, the battle-hardened Turus felt fear of battle, the fear of absolute power, a fear that could not be conquered or kept calm by courage.

Turus threw away everything on his body, and in order to speed up and conserve his strength, he even ripped off the long sword he had picked up in his hand.

However, he gradually discovered that he could never walk out of this aisle, that the Grim Reaper was smiling behind him, and he was like a mouse in a cage, no matter how much he escaped, he could not escape the circle.

After discovering that everything was in vain, finally, Turus gave up, he lay on the ground, he had no strength, and now he didn't want to move a single step, and then punched himself in the head, and his consciousness faded away.

But what Turus didn't expect was that his time didn't end in a coma.

When Turus came to his senses from the cold water, he was chained to a foul-smelling wooden plank, surrounded by torture tools, which, judging by the rust, should have not been used for a while, but the stench on the plank behind him was fresh, it was undoubtedly a strong smell of blood, which could only be emitted when it was soaked into the plank and mixed with the inherent smell of the woodwork.

Standing in front of Turus was a believer in the god of water, who seemed to be a priest, and he made a non-human voice that made Turus's scalp tingle, and it seemed that there was something else in the dark shadow.

That inhuman language disgusted Turus, the unseen was more terrifying than the monsters he could see, Turus was not afraid of death, but he couldn't keep his cool in the face of the unknown.

One sand, two sands, three sands, the believer never spoke to Turus, but was just communicating with the things in the shadows in disgusting language, as if the other party was discussing himself, but he didn't know anything about it, so that Turus finally couldn't bear it anymore and scolded him.

[Damn madmen!What do you want to do!I'm a warrior, you lunatics don't want anything out of me, I promise, not even at all!You unreasonable madmen!...... lackeys accepted by filthy gods]

[Hmmm]

Something passed through Turus's ear, and when Turus felt that his right hand was out of the control of his brain, the pain instantly filled his brain, and Turus bit his lip but still couldn't hold it back completely, and let out a groan of pain.

Now that Turus has lost both hands, he will never be able to go to battle again, he will no longer be able to hold a weapon, and everything he has will leave him.

The angry Turus stared at the believer with anger in his eyes, but the other party still ignored Turus, just stood not far away, and continued to communicate with the things in the shadows in that disgusting voice.

The pain gradually subsided, but this did not mean that it was over, the small insects hiding in the plank were awakened by the fresh smell of blood, and slowly gathered to Turus's right arm, no matter how he struggled, the little insects did not have the slightest fear, and began to bite the flesh of Turus's severed arm.

The wriggling sensation of a worm coming straight from his bones, and the tiny pain of a needle, Turus never thought he would be devoured by these weak creatures.

Suddenly, a face appeared in front of Toulus's eyes, an ugly, indescribable face, with broad lips that extended to the back of his head, huge eyes protruding outward, and a single gilll on his face, those features resembled the stone statues of the fish-men he had seen in that room, only more disgusting, unacceptably ugly, the ominous appearance was as if he was cursed, and the fishy smell emanating from his body made the smell of the room very pungent, the smell was like stabbing the brain with a needle, making people dizzy and sick to their stomachs。

After Turus closed his eyes and calmed down, he still couldn't accept that there really was such a monster, but Turus would not escape the fact that the unknown creature did exist and was in collusion with the followers of the water god, and God knows what terrible plans they were plotting.

It wasn't as simple as closing his eyes, and Turus's eyes were stretched open, and the face came up again, as if he was looking at Turus, and seeing through Turus's eyes what his brain was thinking, this feeling made Turus very uncomfortable.

Facing such a face and breathing in the foul-smelling air, Turus felt his brain explode, trying to break away from his body and leave this distorted space completely.

[Hmmm]

When Turus's consciousness was about to disappear completely, the pain in his leg brought him to his senses again, this time in his right leg........

The disgusting creature took Turus's right leg and put it in his mouth, chewed it, and seemed to be very satisfied, and after a few words to the believer, Turus lost even his left leg.

Turus was now a cripple, he had no limbs, even worms could easily devour him, he had no glory and could no longer set foot on the battlefield, such a body was like a desecration of life, shattering his warrior faith.

Turus roared, he was begging for death, even if he could get out of here, he would choose death, he cursed the creature and the believer, cursed their god, but from the eyes of the believer and the creature, Turus saw ridicule and contempt.

Turus lay limply on the plank, the believer had done some treatment to his wounds, and now that the blood had clotted and the polyps were growing wildly, he couldn't imagine what he would end up with.

The next night, Turus was forced to eat some raw fish and a plant he had never seen before, the smell of which made his stomach churn when he remembered it, and as Turus began to lose sleep to him, a shadow suddenly entered the room.

Turus's instincts as a soldier brought him to his senses, and he watched warily at the darkness in the shadows around him.

However, Turus regretted it, how he wished he hadn't woken up, he didn't want to see what happened next, he even began to regret that he shouldn't have been a soldier, or that he shouldn't have been born......

Now, on Turus, there is a disgusting fish-man, and this fish-man's lower body is connected with Turus's lower body, the fish-man writhes, constantly stimulating Turus, there is nothing more difficult for Turus to accept than this desecration of life, he doesn't even want to understand what is happening!

Turus can't resist, even if he is very disgusted with the ominous creature, but he can't go against the instinct of desire, the pleasure is constantly rising, the main consciousness of the brain is gradually replaced by blankness, thinking begins to interrupt, Turus is resisting, he has given up his identity as a human being in the resistant, even if he becomes an empty shell without consciousness, he doesn't care, he obliterates every reaction of the brain, so that the brain completely disconnects the reaction and control of the nerves, in this state he has even begun to become incontinent, all organ functions are sounding the alarm, now, Turus is not fighting between thinking and self-awareness, but about survival instinctNow, Turus must maintain the last trace of consciousness to prohibit the body from reacting, he hopes that he can die under the abnormal operation of his organs, even if it is an extremely painful death, he does not want to become a slave of the monster and breed offspring for the monster.

However, instinct still drowns out the resistance of consciousness, just as man cannot be suffocated by active consciousness, breathing is an automatic act of the body, a kind of instinct, which cannot be fully controlled by consciousness, and after Turus's brain was completely eroded by the void, he ushered in the tragic end,

Since then, Turus has to eat some strange food every day, which is by no means something that humans will eat, and even feces are more acceptable than those things, and after every meal, he also has to have sex with those monsters, and now, poor Turus doesn't care at all whether his consciousness is still intact, he no longer thinks of himself as a person, he only hopes that he can die, even if it is to fall into hell in endless pain, he only hopes that he will die sooner.

I don't know how long later, when a believer brought food, he found that Turus had completely lost himself, and frantically made strange noises with his mouth that had no tongue and lips, no one knew what he was talking about, maybe he didn't know what he was doing, even those disgusting foods, Turus no longer had the slightest resistance, and when he handed it to him, he would chew it and make that strange sound.

After eating, he began to foam at the mouth and began to excrete, and he could no longer maintain the normal functioning of his organs, and even his instincts had been completely lost.

Eating strange food for a long time, and crossing with those disgusting species, Turus also has many of the characteristics of those monsters, such as the face begins to crack, the flesh inside begins to grow in a honeycomb shape, even if Turus does not open his mouth, his face can still breathe, can you imagine the feeling of the gap between your flesh and the flesh to reach the mouth.

His body also began to grow scales, his eyes protruded outward, and his neck became thicker, becoming about the size of his head, and if he didn't look closely, Turus now resembled a cylindrical wooden stick, or rather, a human stick.

.......

Turus traverses a difficult and distorted passage full of strange concepts.

He got on a big bird.

He walked through darkness and chaos.

Then he saw a palace of countless beauties playing musical instruments, carved with very pleasant but incomprehensible patterns and ornaments, and the curtain of the palace was opened by the fiery beauty playing a light melody, and behind the curtain sat a great king on the golden throne.

Turus didn't know why, he was dancing with joy at this time, he didn't know how to express his mood at this time, he could only express his excitement and pleasure through his movements.

Turus danced with the beauties and walked through the palace.

At this time, the expressionless Wang suddenly evoked a hint of laughter.

The beauties stopped dancing, but the music still resounded, and Turus was sent out of the palace and followed the only path into the darkness.

Turus walked for a long time, and the road seemed to stretch infinitely, but Turus did not feel tired, but became more and more excited, yes, like a child hiking.

Until......

He stepped into a palace surrounded by stars, and it was full of bookcases, and in the bookcases were all kinds of books that no one had ever seen, and Turus picked up one of them, and after reading only one paragraph, he felt that his brain was about to explode, and so much knowledge poured into his brain, and he could not even comprehend them one by one, and they poured in.

Turus hurriedly threw away the book in his hand, and at this moment, a voice also came:

[Put the book back!, you presumptuous fellow!]

This sound sounded as if it sounded directly in his head, making people feel dizzy in his ears, and Turus hurriedly put the book back in its place, only then did Turus realize that there was no sun in this huge palace, but it was as if it was under the sun.

Turus looked up and saw several balls of light floating in the air of the palace, countless books constantly approaching these balls of light, and then automatically flipping through them, and then returning to the bookcase himself.

The voice came through my brain again:

[Weak people, what do you want to know?or, what do you want?]

Turus covered his ears vigorously, but the sound still made his brain dizzy, and it seemed that the sound was indeed sounding directly in his brain.

Turus looked at the orb of light in the air and did not reply.

After a while, a ball of light suddenly flew in front of Turus

The voice came

[Is that so, everything you want is in this book, take it, and you will get what you want.] 】

A book flew into Turus's hand, and the entire space began to distort, and Turus's consciousness began to dissipate.

When Turus woke up, he found himself lying on the seashore, he wanted to stand up, but unfortunately, he remembered that he had no feet and hands, it seemed that the believers of the god of water had abandoned him, Turus struggled for a while, but gave up, he still waited for death like this, he didn't want himself to be seen by anyone like this, he closed his eyes.

When Turus closed his eyes, a book with a strange light appeared in the darkness, the book flipped to its own heart, the words on it did not belong to any of the existing scripts, but Turus could understand the meaning.

When Turus opened his eyes again, countless dead trees and vines gathered around him and joined together to form his limbs.......