Endless white comes into view.

With the experience of holding "dream colloquiums" in the first few times, Thoth saw at a glance that this was a snowfield native of the Bolshevik big brother. When they hold dream forums, they decide on the theme of the dream through unpretentious "rock-paper-scissors"—Amanises prefers holiday beaches, which is said to be because he has always wanted to save up for a vacation and go to the Maldives to have a good time, Thoth prefers the Old City Inn, where the climate is always cool, and the air is always filled with the sweetness of flowers and flowers, and Alexander's obsession with his little house in the snow, with its thick carpets and swaying easy chairs, Electric kettle with hot tea, big fluffy cat...... In short, it is all kinds of things that make people feel warm in winter.

Proper remembrance helps them to maintain their humanity, otherwise those distant memories are like paintings on the sand, which cannot be seen clearly when the wind blows.

“Alex？”

The angular Eastern Slavs smiled at him from afar, and Thoth subconsciously wanted to beckon to him—but the moment he raised his hand, the silver turned charred black, and the liquid of magma or blood flowed through the cracks of the earth, like the scars of a prehistoric beast. A shock ensued, and something was about to come out - just as Thoth instinctively pulled out his weapon, the cold wind mixed with snowflakes slapped on Thoth's face, and if it weren't for the smell of blood and fire on the tip of his nose, he would almost have thought the upheaval was just an illusion.

Out of trust and concern, Thoth subconsciously teleported to his friend's side, only to hear a low roar of suppressed pain spilling out of the mouth of the person around him.

Snow, wasteland, white, blood, cold, hot, ever-changing, and finally the blood-colored wasteland entrenched Thoth's vision, and only his eyes cracked from the Creator who maintained the image of the former researcher, and on his cheeks, neck, and forehead, scarlet blood and tears flowed, and his form began to collapse into a shadow that exuded the smell of depravity, and a stream of lava burst from where Thoth had stood, and then the mutant monster tore open the earth's crust and rushed out, letting out a hysterical hiss, and the sun fell from the sky, Shadows of fangs and claws dominate the sky······

Thoth turned into a torrent of information and rushed to the heavens, and at the same time, huge petals of flesh and blood rose from the ground, enveloping him with the Creator as the center, and the flowing shadows with countless eyes let out a mournful cry like a trapped beast, struggling and twisting to try to get out, the surface of the flesh and blood flower kept expanding and recovering, and more petals multiplied out and continued to close—seeing that the flowing shadow was about to be robbed of its last ray of life, countless light green lasers fell from the sky, causing it to appear to freeze for a short time.

Immediately after, black thorns rose from the ground, their spikes eagerly pierced into the flesh flower, greedily gnawing at the flesh like a nightingale's heart, and red roses with eyes at the stamens of the flowers bloomed from the black thorn branches, instead of the hidden sage observing the weakness of this creation, and the speed of the multiplication of this flesh flower was even more terrifying! As if blessed by Mother Earth, it swelled and stretched wildly, and even squeezed, wrapped, and absorbed the branches and roots of the rose, and the position of the predator and prey was instantly reversed!

Flesh-and-blood limbs wriggled and grew from the underside of the flower, wielding an illusory humanoid that was drawn into mid-air!

"Shhh It's a bit of a hassle, and the information structure is starting to disobey......"

Thoth removed and dispersed some of the uncontrolled information from his body under the influence of the "Fall", and watched the surface of the closed flowers gradually stop swelling and "bulging", and finally decided to take a rough approach - although doing so might accidentally hurt his friend, the other party's gradually depleting breath told him to cut off.

The long sword slowly condensed from his hand, and Thoth fell from mid-air, slashing down in a posture that only attacked and could not be defended—

"Uh-huh-"

The blood-drinking white blade made a pleasant sound, but the flesh flower that had been cut out of it did not regenerate - it was not the first creature to encounter this dilemma, a samurai conspirator tried to reattach the head and torso of the divided family, only to find that the wound caused by the blade was so difficult to heal that his lifeless torso was burned along with the hundred ghosts of the Great River, and the dead head was put into an iron box and presented to the emperor.

An Tsunade returns to nothingness after a single slash, and Thoth reverts into a torrent of information, enveloping the half-humanoid and half-shadow being from the flower of flesh and blood that is trying to recover.

"Hey, can you still hear me?!"

"Alex, Alexander! ...... the hell Belch?! ”

A bolt of lightning slashed through the sky, and although it was not strong enough to shatter him into pieces like an electromagnetic storm, it was also strong enough for Thot to feel uncomfortable because of the disordered information structure. More lightning bolts rained down like javelins, and he simply turned back into human form and ran forward with his friend in his arms. The endless escape began, and they left all kinds of mutations far behind, dodging wave after wave of golden fire, finally getting rid of the prying eyes of brass, and being covered by the monstrous waves, flames, snooping, thunder, wild waves, taking turns to fight, and repeating themselves.

At the end of the dream, they were exhausted, and the Creator patted the young god on the shoulder, which was not spacious, and said let's rest for a while. It's as if they're not running for their lives, they're running an amateur marathon that won't get a place or do well.

So Thoth carefully lowered Him down and sat Him on his own. The mutations in the Creator gradually faded along the way, and now he was completely back to normal, but he was also extremely weak and pale, as if he had returned to the days when he was still called "him", and he was only a researcher at that time, so fragile and thin compared to the beings who could create mountains and tsunamis that it was difficult to associate him with the "omniscient and all-powerful Creator" - a sad thing that should have been a sad thing in the mysterious world of power, but he seemed so peaceful, as if a mountain had been lifted from his shoulders.

His body temperature fused with the cool air, his weight soared all the way up, light as a cloud, and his last breath turned into a wind that disappeared into every corner of the world, and finally separated from thousands of wisps of wind, and his last bit of form became a dregs finer than gravel, and finally leaked through Thoth's trembling fingers, and returned to the earth in Thoth's blurred vision.

In the end, there was no trace of him, as if he had never existed.

“……”

"No ......"

"No, no——!"