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Not alive, nor dead. If you apply a little pressure, it will become a dead part. Everything in the city had been completely eroded by strange forces, and it had a disgusting smell to her.

The King of Decay stood motionless in the depths of the alley, dressed in the standard garb of a gentleman of Western civilization, and stood out in a city full of oriental charm. For example, in the oil painting of the birth of Venus, the flying sky of Dunhuang appeared, and a blonde and blue-eyed realist Greek god appeared in the picture of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains. The pinprickly feeling of contamination and temptation in her spiritual intuition had not yet dissipated, and it was as if a pair of eyes were watching her in the shadows. She reached out and scratched at the air, then remembered that her "scepter" was still dozing off in outer space.

"It's also a great opportunity to connect with the planet." She muttered to herself, then denied herself, "That's it." The aesthetic of Calamity is so bad that I don't like these weird things. ”

The King of Decay walked out of the alley into the subtle and magical city of this unknown region, and the rotting corpse-like passers-by around her noticed her, and they all pointed curiously and spontaneously surrounded her, muttering something that seemed to belong to the Chinese language and literature system, but the pronunciation was wonderful. The Outer God looked at them with a mysterious expression on his face, presumably "essentia is talking".

"The telegraph kiosks are not disguised, so perfunctory, it seems that the city of calamity not only has no artistic aesthetic ability, but also has not enough activation."

She said this with feeling, a little carelessly: "This place will surely weaken materially, decay in the flesh, and die out spiritually." ”

The gods' curse fell, and the winds of decay swept across the city in an instant, and the buildings made of masonry and concrete let out a dull roar like a dragon breathing quietly. Everywhere you go, the neon lights flicker and go out, sparks erupt from broken electrical circuits, the filthy river turns stagnant, and all that floats up are dead fish of flesh and bones. The smooth paint layer on the surface of the building quickly peels off, revealing the interior as if it had been eroded by rain for a thousand years. The ground was inactive in a very short period of time, and gradually turned into a burned-out paper-like gray color, as if it had been piled up.

The pedestrians who approached turned to black ash, and they did not collapse immediately, but still stood in the same way as before.

Then they all collapsed in the next second, leaving only the bones of the plants, and the ruins of the city were covered in a thick gray ash.

The King of Decay exhaled softly, and then—the ash that hovered in the sky boiled like boiling water, and rose from the ground to the top of the sky. It was as if a giant gray and black tree from the sky was growing like crazy, covering the entire world at a speed that was difficult to see with the naked eye, stretching out countless hideous and twisted branches, and stabbing into a certain place in the sky. Black-red blood flowed out of the cracks in the sky, turning into a blood-red waterfall hundreds of meters long, staining the lifeless land red.

"Snap" something was tossed at her feet by a branch made of ashes. The ground then shook, rumbling like thousands of giants running across the earth, and the polluted city was about to collapse along with the space.

The Fallen King lowered his eyes slightly, and the pitch-black giant tree behind him collapsed instantly, and the fog-like ash enveloped the thing in a clump of clouds, turning into chains and seals that pierced through it. She looked at the inexplicably wriggling mass of flesh at her feet, and for a moment, smiled without a smile.

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"The end of the extension of the activated essenica."

She said, "Do you dare to look down on me?"

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There was an earthquake on the island of Binsi during the night, and it was not big, only about 3-5 magnitude. Members of the Storm Church stationed there hurried out to check, but fortunately there were no traces of the occult or man-made, and no one was injured except for a house that had fallen into disrepair in the earthquake.

By this time, the perpetrators had already returned to their villa in Beckland. Edward Vaughn sipped his tea leisurely, the Fallen King had withdrawn her power and returned to the bottom of consciousness.

She held in her hand a black surging mass of ash, wrapped in a red mass that seemed to have an indescribable life.

There is one thing that needs to be determined urgently.

Not far away, Amon sat cross-legged on a dense vine, holding a copy of "C++ is the most beautiful language in the world" in his hand, meditating, and plucking his hair one after another. He was immersed in the ocean of learning, and at his feet lay a black, white-eyed crow foaming at the sky.

Seeing that the outer god had returned, he hurriedly supported the ground with his hands, wanting to get up and ask for advice. But when he saw the other party striding straight to Adam's place, he sat back and continued to fight against the crystallization of the old civilization.

“？”

Adam, who hung her head, heard the footsteps and felt the imminent breath, and as soon as she looked up, she saw that the outer god who had tormented her for more than a hundred years threw aside something in his hand and stretched out his claws to herself. She subconsciously moved, but still chose to give up struggling.

With a serious expression, the outer god stretched out his hands to cover the sides of Adam's head, his fingers fixed the back of her head, his palms covering her ears, and his thumb just against his temple. This action of directly controlling the death hole made Adam clench his fists instantly, and Tong Kong stood up to reveal a defensive posture, knowing that it was futile, he still tried his best to build countless layers of mental fortresses.

Although it has long lost its extraordinary characteristics, it has been robbed of the possibility of "extinction". Fortunately, thanks to her "virtual personality" identity, she can still barely divide her consciousness and memory, and divide important information into bits and pieces, hiding them in the corners of countless mental islands. Even if the Outer Gods wanted to get information from her, it would be as troublesome as searching for their own necessary books in a huge unclassified library.

…… Of course, trouble is trouble, and my own methods have not really succeeded a few times, because the other party is unexpectedly patient.

The cold forehead of the outer god came up, and the two pairs of inhumane eyes, one green and one gold, looked at each other through their foreheads, and no one closed their eyes.

Their battle began for the umpteenth time. But the virtual personality does not grow, and her opponent has already figured out the most efficient way to deal with her in the long confrontation and research. When she realized that this time the invasion was not coming from the center of the eyebrows or temples, but from the hands that held her head to her head gradually changed their structure and form, and stabbed through her almost defenseless ears and the back of her head, Adam reacted to the fact that the scales of the hole were erected and clasped tightly, leaving no gap, but it was too late.

Those hands are not hands, they are weapons, they are the roots of plunder.

Her brain was being invaded, as it had been every time in over a hundred years. The outer gods looked at her coldly, they were of different races, opposite concepts, and civilizations were very different, and she looked at her as if her body was writing the history of mortals without any waves, which made her feel extremely uncomfortable.

The gods of the heavens cut through her flesh and skin with a knife-like scrutinizing eye, plucking out her bones, calculating how much they were worth.

Adam heard, not through his ears, but through their direct contact on the surface of the cerebral cortex, a sound like the wind blowing leaves, soft but intensely hypnotic and aggressive. Hundreds of layers of defenses were violently broken through one by one, and the pain in her consciousness landed on her "flesh" and turned into a fluttering electrical signal stimulation, sometimes chilling, sometimes burning like fire. The outer gods scrutinized the signals, making sure which area they stimulated would mess up her mind and spirit more quickly.

Adam's mouth roared, resisting all this, every part of her body was transforming into the form of a psychic dragon, but the layers of branches that bound her quickly strangled the sharp claws, the wings that could roll up the wind, and the powerful body all hanged, and the ends pierced into her body like needles through the gaps in the scales, forcing her to calm down with the spirit of decay. Like adrenaline pumping an animal that is being dissected to keep her alive, these spirits keep her awake, her mind at peace, her unrepentant, and willingly continuing to suffer at the hands of an outer god.

"Sure enough......"

The voice of the outer god rumbled in her head, and the sea of minds was flooded with monstrous waves, islands shattered one after another, and an invisible hand stirred the sea, from which from time to time grabbed her own doppelganger and crushed it, looking for the information and memories she needed. So Adam's consciousness was completely disordered, her whole body was cold, and her pain had a temperature, which could be recorded as a strange and grotesque picture, and her spirit was dyed with a withered and cold breath countless times. For the record, it took at least 20 hours for her to rebuild her form and spirit after this.

"You and she both know about Bansey Island......"

"It was my contamination that made her forget about it."

Voices whizzed through her chaotic auditory system. The Outer God's movements are crisp and neat, and she has been battle-hardened, mobilizing her already sweaty body through direct stimulation of various parts of her brain. After the extreme pain, she changed her strategy like a charity, and skillfully used the method of sweet dates with great skill, and her senses were forced to work at high speed with difficulty, secreting too much joy and fabricated pleasure in her mind and five senses, and disintegrating her consciousness with pleasure and ease after the pain.

No, no, it's definitely ...... But it didn't work, she did feel more of a joy that appeared out of thin air and should never have been generated.

The extreme cold was followed by a sudden rush of heat. After being pressed to the extreme, the bullet yellow dispersed violently, and the ecstasy and pleasure that went against the intention rushed into the brain, which was a torture more unbearable than pain. Her stiff limbs and body began to soften, and tiny branches burrowed into her fist, spreading them out a little bit, leaving her completely out of strength.

Resistance is ineffective. Resistance is ineffective. Pointless. Give up struggling. There was a brief void in Adam's consciousness, not knowing what to do, not knowing what to do, and even having an urge to give up on herself made her simply give up thinking and resisting, and surrender everything she knew and thought, she was just a virtual personality, there was no need to bear these damn tortures in place of the body, there was no humiliation in surrendering and failing, and it was worth the joy of being invaded and dominated...... These imposed ideas that do not belong to her will wander in her mind for a long time, and finally be siphoned out and collected by the outer gods.

She was like a fish, spitting bubbles on the shore, and within each bubble were chaotic thoughts like disordered dreams.

After a long time, Adam felt his skull lose its support, and it hung down, almost at a right angle to the spine. She realized that the vine branches that bound her were only loosely holding her, because she had long since given up resistance. Her blonde hair was drenched in sweat, and Adam wasn't even quite used to the sensation of breathing, her confused consciousness telling her that the air was red and that the dragon was supposed to breathe with its gills in the water.

The root system of the outer god has regained the shape of her hand, and she picks up an unknown one-part of the Scourge City Pollution and seals it with her hand. Adam stared at the hands, pale and slender, with distinct bones, wearing black half-fingered gloves that looked like that, as if they were really just hands, and there was really a man standing there.

The outer god glanced at her, then turned around, giving another look.

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As he passed by Amun, who was meditating, the outer god suddenly stopped, and glanced down like a homeroom teacher who would suddenly appear behind the student—Amon was still reading the first subsection of the first chapter.

If she's not mistaken, it's been about two hours, and if you don't practice it, what can you understand by holding this theory book and reading it for a hundred years? Why don't you go to the Steam Church and steal Russell's manuscript and learn how to build a Gundam from scratch.

"And you, Amon." The King of Decay said sincerely, "If you can't learn, don't learn, there are no computers in this era anyway." ”

TBC

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When I conceived: What was I thinking

When I'm writing: What I'm writing

After I finished writing: What am I writing about

Why is a sparse and ordinary toss Adam written by me like a book? Hope I'm okay.

"Your resistance and persistence mean nothing to me, I can invade your brain to control your cerebral cortex, modify your perception of your thoughts, or weaken your body's link consciousness to control your behavior. If you're not so resistant, it's the most efficient way to probe me to extend the periphery into your body and sprout. It's pretty mild, and I'm curious about the dragon's heart and bone makeup...... But I think it's all too dangerous, and the pain that accompanies it can completely damage your nervous consciousness at any time, after all, I don't want to kill you yet, so can't we have some friendly and peaceful exchange of information? ”

Decay said as he wrestled Adam's chin.

A lot of strange images came to mind. (

The decay can be regarded as an official appearance (not to mention the official appearance is simply the opening lightning strike), I don't know what everyone thinks of her at the moment (......