"Anzel World...... Fantasy Domain ......"

On the rough sea, Mu Cang, who looked like an illusion, smiled lightly, "I've finally arrived."

"But ......"

He looked down at his body slightly, and said with a little dissatisfaction, "Tsk, now I am equivalent to a ghost and a wild ghost, and I don't even have a physical body.

And the energy level is too weak, and it is estimated that it is on par with King Kong, so I need the "food" for growth."

As he spoke, Mu Cang slowly raised his head, and looked at the big ship in front of him with a glittering gaze:

"Depressed, anxious, sorrowful...... Yes, this transpiring and restless resentment is so majestic that it almost overflows.

But...... It's all suppressed, is it because of my own cowardly heart, hehe, this is not good."

As he spoke, Mu Cang's figure suddenly turned into a faint light of the wind, and with a snort, it "blew" towards the troop transport ship that was constantly tossing in the undulating waves.

Whew-

In the process of this wind blowing slowly, there was also a faint voice that went straight to the heart:

"Release your suppressed emotions, don't hesitate, don't worry, open your heart and release the demon, let it roar, let it roar."

Kakaka!

Thunder flashed and rain poured down.

It is often this kind of wind and rain outside, and the warmth and quietness in the cabin, that will cause people to be tired even more.

The soldiers on the troop carrier at the rear of the flotilla were no exception.

They only had to wait for dinner to be brought in, and they were able to climb into bed and rest.

However, the meal was not yet ready, and the soldiers had to call friends to gather in the various cabins to chat and play cards.

While enjoying the silence before arriving at the battlefield, we waited for dinner to arrive.

Unlike the Templars, who enjoyed the silence, the back kitchen of the troop carrier was brightly lit.

Because many chefs and cooks have been overwhelmed by the turbulent work, they are so busy that their feet do not touch the ground.

They were to feed the ship's many sailors and crew, as well as dinner for thousands of soldiers.

It's a bit hard.

Sailors can eat simply, but soldiers are sent to fight on the front line of the sea of blood, and they must not be lazy.

Therefore, the young chef who was the captain's son in the big kitchen today was particularly irritable, and his already handsome face was full of anxiety and anger.

He kept yelling at the chefs and cooks to move quickly and not to delay.

The new apprentice cook was always clumsy because he was not familiar with the work, so he scolded him for not being able to raise his head: "You are ugly and stupid, you live like a slug!"

Turning to the apprentice again, the chef angrily reprimanded a short and fat old man: "Look at the apprentice you taught, the oysters are not washed and have to be served on the table? When the time comes, who will be responsible for the soldier's bad stomach, and will you be responsible?!"

"I'll teach him well, don't be angry, don't be angry." The old man snorted awkwardly, turned his head and slapped the apprentice hard, and shouted, "Why are you stepping on the horse stunned, don't go to work yet!"

The apprentice scratched the back of his head and smiled ugly at the indifferent head chef and the angry master, and then ran to wash the oysters.

After the head chef lost his temper and walked away, the old man wiped the saliva foam on his face, walked up to the apprentice and scolded angrily: "Can you not make a situation for Lao Tzu twice in three days, are you stupid? Is it okay to use dim sum or not?!"

The apprentice just lowered his head woodenly: "Yes, yes, yes, I must be attentive, I will not be sloppy in the future."

"I'm going to say this bullshit, if your uncle hadn't entrusted me, whoever stepped on the horse would have let you go."

"Yes, yes, you're right."

The old man shook his head and walked away quickly, continuing to be busy with his own affairs and leaving him alone.

The apprentice sat on a shabby pony and washed the oysters one by one with his head bowed in the big iron basin, and his expression could not be seen clearly.

At this time, the head chef walked around and walked up to him

He sneered coldly: "Work hard slugs, next time you dare to be so sloppy, hum!"

After saying that, he swaggered through the busy crowd and left the big kitchen.

"Ahh

The apprentice sighed, and continued to endure the smell and work hard.

While he was busy, suddenly a voice that seemed close to distant came into his ears.

As soon as this voice entered the ear, it ignored the layers of the apprentice's psychological defenses and went straight to the deepest depths of consciousness, mind, and heart.

The voice said:

"You are ordinary-looking, thin, short, unresponsive, both parents are dead, you have nothing, you are not interested in anything, and you dare not be interested.

No one has cared about you for years, and of course, no one has ever really loved you, and you don't have a skill, and you don't have anything to be proud of.

You feel that you are incompetent, you are frustrated, so you close yourself tightly, in a small world, blaming yourself endlessly, resenting yourself."

The voice was demonic, and from the very first word it made the apprentice shudder.

He felt as if his whole body was completely seen through, and there was not a single secret left.

"In the midst of endless blame and resentment, that powerless but longing for change and life-changing emotions continue to gnaw at your ego.

Lonely you can't see any hope for the future, not at all.

You feel like you're going to be lying at rock bottom forever and you can't do anything about it.

What's even more sad is that you know that your misfortune has nothing to do with others, purely because fate has not taken your toll.

Even so, you are still jealous, you are jealous of why other people have both parents, why other people have handsome faces, why others can speak well, why others have a bright future.

You know it's not good, but what do you have left but jealousy? Oh yes, you still have stubbornness, the stubbornness that thinks that you are born into this world and will definitely make a difference, the stubbornness that thinks that your life will not be so mediocre, the stubbornness that you will meet the love of your life.

It's a pity, this useless stubbornness is the only support you rely on to survive in the world, the only dignity you have left, and the only arrogance you have."

When he heard this, the apprentice's teeth clenched, his eyes straightened, and his brownish-gray eyes gradually revealed a fierce glint of light.

"Anxiety because of jealousy, sorrow because of anxiety, sorrow because of sorrow, loneliness because of sadness, pain because of loneliness."

The demonic voice whispered in the depths of his heart:

"So...... You have nothing, why worry, why hesitate, since you think the world owes you, dig out the pain in your heart, and smash it to the source of your pain."

呲呲~

With the sound of a thin stream of water, the apprentice suddenly grabbed an unwashed oyster and broke the shell with his fingers.

Katsa!

Sharp carapace edges, which did not leave any marks on its fingers.

He brought the oysters to his mouth, and he sucked them in, munching on the strong fishy smell.

"You are jealous of the chef, you hate his insults to you, and since he calls you a slug, then you use the power of a slug...... Get revenge on him."

The demonic voice is gone.

The apprentice who was chewing oysters suddenly cracked several dark holes on the skin surface of his arms, legs and feet.

Then, a few slugs (slugs) the size of thumbs quickly crawled out of the hole with the cloudy slime and fell into the large iron basin.

Grunt, grunt!

As soon as the slugs enter the water, they quickly and greedily gnaw at the oysters, sucking up all their body fluids in just one bite.

After a splash, the whole pot of oysters dried up and shrunk, and there was no longer any life.

These slugs are all blood-sucking poisonous insects.

Zizi!

At this moment, the apprentice suddenly kicked Maza away and stood up, leaving the back kitchen without informing anyone.

As he walked, his lowered eyes slowly turned red as he walked, until they were as red as blood.

In those bloody eyes, there was a tyrannical malice.

At the same time, Fang Cai's demonic voice also suddenly appeared in the hearts of hundreds of people on the entire big ship.

Hundreds of people were also affected by this voice, and their hearts and minds quickly became chaotic and tyrannical.

Ten minutes later.

Captain indoors.

Captain Andrew sat comfortably in his recliner and smoked his pipe.

He is already fifty years old, and he has been in the industry since he was less than twenty years old, and he has been working hard for decades, and finally sat in the position of captain of this big ship five years ago.

After this last trip, the Templar Legion's assigned troops will be able to retire with honor, and go home to hug their grandchildren.

"I hope there's no more to make a basket." The old captain muttered to himself.

Just as he was imagining the future, the first mate suddenly pushed the door in with an anxious expression.

The captain suddenly sat up straight with a solemn face, and asked in a deep voice, "What, is something wrong?"

Hearing the boss's question, the first mate said again and again, "Your son, he ...... Dead on deck."

"What?!" The captain was so dizzy that he almost didn't fall out of his chair.

Seeing this scene, the first mate hurriedly stepped forward to support his boss and hurriedly said, "Captain, are you okay?"

"I'm fine." The old captain gasped and hissed, "Help me...... Help me to the deck!"

Hearing this, the first mate immediately said a little hesitantly, "I suggest you ...... It's better not to go."

"Huh?" The captain turned to look at him in a daze and growled, "Can't I look at my own son?!"

"No, no, no." The first mate quickly shook his head, and then said, "Yes, it was your son who died so miserably, he was covered in holes and blood...... It's all sucked dry."

"Uh......," the captain rolled his eyes when he heard this, and he almost fainted to the ground.

But at this moment, the door of the concealment was suddenly knocked open, and an old sailor with a hideous expression and a bloody face rushed in with a knife, and when he saw the two captains and deofficers who were stunned, he immediately roared:

"You two are going to bully me all day! Deduct my salary! Don't let me take a vacation! Don't let me go home! I'll hack you to death! Ahhh

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With a mad beastly roar, the two of them were quickly chopped into pieces by the white-haired old sailor.

But before he could recover his breath, a young sailor with a smirk on his face rushed in and stabbed the old sailor in the back with a broken mop rod, and the stab was not finished, but he stabbed seventeen or eighteen times in succession, until the old sailor was weak and fell down, and then he screamed viciously:

"You old thing will cheat me for money, and use my name to trick my mother into sending money, and don't teach me anything, what kind of master are you, step on a horse and die for your master!"

As he spoke, he stabbed the corpse several times with a hideous face.

"Kill!"

"I'll hack you to death!"

"Hahahaha!"

"Give me death, give me death!"

A noisy screech of rage continued to be heard outside the captain's room.

He followed the sound and left the room to the deck, only to see that the deck outside was covered with blood and mutilated corpses.

Everyone who was alive had blood-red eyes and killed each other with kitchen knives, sticks, planks, and table legs.

It's not just this deck.

In all areas of the ship, from top to bottom and inside to outside, there are people in Wuyang who are killing each other.

With this strange and terrifying fight, the boiling anger, resentment, and painful emotions rumbled into bundles and rushed into the sky.

At the same time, there were dozens of other troop carriers far or near the big ship, and there were all kinds of armed fights on each big ship.

Everyone is screaming and killing.

Just to vent

There is an almost endless stream of hatred in my heart.

And after these emotions appeared, they also turned into a jet-black torrent and rushed into the sky.

Boom Boom!

The fierce hatred that surged in the hearts of hundreds of thousands of people suddenly condensed into a huge whirlpool after accumulating in the boundless heavenly dome.

As more and more people died in the fleet below, so did the whirlpool.

In just a few minutes, the entire Templar troop convoy was dead.

The vortex also completely condensed into a humanoid entity.

Buzz –

After a burst of light, the entity changed into Mu Cang's appearance.

At this time, the aura he exuded had suddenly changed from faint and almost nonexistent when it had just descended twenty minutes ago to a morning star.

Mu Cang, with endless hatred, turned from virtual to real, condensed a body of hatred.

"Whew—"

He opened his eyes slightly and smiled leisurely, "I finally have some basic strength, although it's not much, but it's barely enough, and it's ......."

[In view of the general environment,

Then, his substantial body slowly descended, standing on the rippling black-blue sea.

"It's so interesting, I only discovered it after actually reaching this fantasy realm at the end of the spirit realm condensed by the imagination of infinite trillions of beings in infinite three-dimensional parallel realities, and condensing a body that can be used......

Mu Cang slowly spread his arms and said with a leisurely smile, "The structure of time and space here is so loose, and the rules of matter and energy are so illusory, it's all ...... It's nothing!"

As he spoke, he raised his slender palm and swept at the large, dead fleet in front of him.

Rumble!

A violent and fierce magic power fluctuation burst out from Mu Cang's fingers in an instant, and rushed towards the fleet that stretched for thousands of meters from beginning to end.

Boom Boom!

Boom Boom!

After a rumbling explosion that was enough to burst the eardrums, the fleet full of the corpses of hundreds of thousands of soldiers of the Glorious Realm turned to dust.

Even the sea in front of them suddenly exploded into a hideous ravine as far as the eye could see, which was 100 meters wide.

It wasn't until seconds later that the trench was filled by countless tons of seawater.

"And ......"

Mu Cang suddenly raised his head to look at the restless sky, at the boundless gray dome where thunder and rain danced together, and his eyes suddenly became chaotic and empty, as if he wanted to look at the deepest part of the "structure" and "composition" of Anzel's world.

In an instant, thunder and lightning, wind, rain, or cumulus clouds were ruthlessly "torn" layer by layer of veils called "ruler distance" to the final root cause by his perception that had reached the level of elementary particles and his high-dimensional consciousness that completely transcended the three-dimensional structure.

Molecular, atomic, subatomic, nucleus...... It was at the elementary level that he finally saw ......

"I see, I see!"

Mu Cang's wide-open eyes flashed, and everything around him suddenly became distant and illusory in his eyes.

Huhuhuhu-

A stream of "torrents" that seemed to be real, illusory, real, large and small, swept through his side at an unimaginable speed.

Wrong!

Mu Cang felt that he was simply standing quietly in a torrent with an infinite cross-sectional diameter rushing from all directions.

At the same time, in this vast and strange torrent, every inch and every millimeter seems to have been processed by countless pairs of skillful hands, and all of them are "sewn" into wisps of almost physical information flow.

In his sophisticated perception, the entire world of Anzel, and indeed the wider fantasy domain, seemed to be composed of this torrent that came from nowhere and where it was going.

It's like a beautifully illustrated 2D animation that looks like it's inside

The characters just sit by the rushing river and fish quietly.

But in essence, each of his slow movements is composed of countless frames of static drawing paper.

"This torrent...... It is composed of matter and materialized information with imaginary mass."

On this sea, time and space suddenly distorted and transformed.

In this extreme change, Mu Cang, whose body image is also strange and hazy, suddenly woke up:

"Yes, the matter in this torrent...... It's imaginary matter, and they're all theoretically tachyon particles—tachyons!"

In an instant, Mu Cang understood what the basic structure of the Fantasy Domain was.

It's different from the real universe.

The fantasy domain is basically based on the infinite tachyon as the skeleton and the infinite information as the flesh and blood, and at the same time, this flesh and blood skeleton inherits the infinite billions of trillions of intelligent life imagination from the infinite three-dimensional time and space, and then the infinite vast time and space that can be formed.