An endless sea of death, endless mountains of madness.

All in the mist.

Let the limited space become infinitely wide.

It's like they're in front of you, and it's like they're in the sky.

All I could hear was the crashing of the waves and the howl of a blizzard.

But in the midst of these voices, there is a kind of whispering that squirms.

These sounds seem to come from ancient and distant centuries, and they seem to come from the depths of the soul.

If you listen closely, it looks like a song full of excitement and madness, or an unknown murmur that represents fear in the dark.

Everything around them became strange, even though it was something they had known before.

The boundless sea, the rolling mountains, against the backdrop of the atmosphere at this moment, are like unknown and indescribable things sleeping there.

The battlefield at this moment has become oppressive, distorted, and gray.

All color is lost, and only an endless stream of black, white and gray remains.

The frenzied fire that burned in all the undead creatures was no longer exuberant, but kept flickering and emitting a "poof" sound.

Their instinctive restlessness was stirring, and the restlessness that came from the depths of their souls kept them pacing back and forth.

At some point, a sudden snowstorm began to drift in the sky.

Snow fell and fell on the bodies of these undead.

The undead looked up, and it was a huge mountain range.

A point of light appeared on the mountain, and the point of light flickered and disappeared.

But in the next second, the entire mountain range lit up with dense points of light!

These points of light are like eyes, constantly flickering and blinking.

The mountains also squirmed at this moment!

He's alive!

And under the light of these points of light, they saw those magnificent and huge, crazy and maze of unknown buildings!

A name resembles a plant and an animal, with a five-pointed star structure and many tentacle-like appendages of unknown creatures.

Emerge from those buildings.

With madness, with the unspeakable, with an image that washes with reason.

Under the transport of the "mountains", swarms poured into the battlefield.

The soul fire in all the undead creatures became more vigorous.

But it has gradually changed from fanaticism to madness.

In the other direction, at some point, a tidal wave appeared at the feet of these undead.

In the depths of the receding tide lies the boundless sea of death.

Although there is a fog and darkness buried.

But when you look or gaze at the sea in front of you, you can see it clearly.

It was a bottomless, dark deep sea.

And the darkness is like an abyss, and a deep glance will make the mood extremely irritable.

But it was like a visual candy, and I couldn't help but keep looking, wanting to find out what was in the darkness of the seabed.

With constant sensory gaze, it was as if the undead had seen something from the depths of their souls that made them tremble and fear.

But they don't know what it is, and the only thing they can know is that they don't know.

The unknown turned into fear, and fear changed their perceptions, causing their SAN values to drop wildly.

The last of the madness crept into the flames of their burning souls.

At the same time, the bottomless sea suddenly swelled from the bottom to the top.

It was not only the sea water that brought it up, but also a large group of fish-people with sticky, cold and ugly bodies.

And the image of the fishman described by it only comes from the subconscious feelings of these undead.

Their true image is an unknown and indescribable image in their changed perception.

Especially the larger fish-man at the forefront.

A cry from the depths of his soul came from him, and the sea of death that terrified them in front of him became no longer terrifying.

A large number of undead began to throw themselves into the arms of the Sea of Death.

They will eventually sink to the bottom of the sea with Lalleyer.

And in different spaces in the battlefield, fluctuations from another space suddenly appeared.

A large number of undead creatures suddenly nomped into the ground, and then suddenly disappeared.

It's like falling into the ground.

The room for fluctuation disappeared immediately, but it soon reappeared in the rest of the world.

One by one, the undead disappeared into situations that exceeded the rules of the world's spatial infrastructure.

No one knows where they went.

Huang Lingheng, as the creator, has become dull at this moment.

"It's a feeling...... This... This...... This is Shen Ash's real creation world? ”

He couldn't describe how he felt at this moment, the feeling that even the undead creatures he had created had become unfamiliar.

Not just the impact on the undead creatures, but also on him.

He could not imagine how this could be done to have a direct impact on the Creator through the Creator world.

He couldn't help but think of the crazy idea at the beginning, that is, what Shen Shen created was the creation world itself.

At this moment, a ridiculous idea sprung up in his mind.

That's to throw in the towel and put an end to it.

"How is this possible! Ha ha! ”

Huang Lingheng's figure condensed in this world, and he in the form of the creator suddenly burst out with a wild laugh.

He looked up to the sky, where a huge crack had already appeared.

It means that the space here is on the verge of collapse.

"Boom, such a real creation world, Shen Ash, is this your limit!"

After Huang Lingheng said this, he was a little excited.

"Immortal, Shen Ash, do you know what immortality is! It's useless! ”

Huang Lingheng, the hero who had transformed from a skeleton, kept waving the scepter in his hand at this moment.

One formation after another, more undead creatures poured in from it.

The battlefield was about to turn into a sea of the dead.

At this time, Shen Gray's mental state was not very good.

Make the advent of the world of creation more realistic, and use more power to make the entrance to the backrooms world, the Crazy Mountains and the Sea of Death visible.

The mental consumption generated is not weak, and the control of the dead world must be more detailed, otherwise it may lead to loss of control.

Shen Ash's form as the creator is also embodied in the battlefield.

The bloodshot eyes on Shen Gray's chest couldn't help but smile when he looked at Huang Lingheng who was crazy.

"Death doesn't die?"

A slightly low and hoarse voice emanated from Shen Shen's body.

Huang Lingheng looked at Shen Shen, who was very calm, and had a bad feeling in his heart.

And the eyes on Shen Gray's chest were all closed.

A hoarse voice full of nothingness was chanted word by word from Shen Shen's body.

"It is not the dead who sleep forever, for in the mystical eternity, even death itself will die!"

As the last word fell.

The accumulated fear of the unknown and madness exploded in an instant.

The soul flames burning on all the undead began to twist.

From their ribcages, from their skulls, from their bone crevices......

Black, full eyes and tentacles of the mouth have sprung up like mushrooms after a rain.