The white light came down, shining on everything, and the shiny desktop that had been wiped by the servants was shining brightly.

Through the gas mask, hoarse breathing sounded slowly.

There seems to be a slight vibration on the floor, no, it may be an illusion from Hades.

For now, Motarian's soul is still sacred white.

Words, these beautiful syllables emitted by the vibrations of the vocal cords, have their primordial power.

Specific people, specific times, specific words, capture a specific flow of psionic energy in the subspace.

There are also many pre-restrictions on the interference of subspace in the physical universe, leaving aside the weak barriers between subspace and the physical world, such as the Eye of Fear, in other places, if the power of subspace wants to interfere with the physical world, it needs the creatures of the physical world to take the initiative to open the channel for them.

For example, a mad psyker uses the connection between his soul and body to open the door to the physical world for subspace creatures.

Or maybe it's a sacrifice, a religion, a large-scale event with a strong and specific mood swing, combined with a spell with a specific meaning, to summon the power of the subspace.

And just now, it was because Hades pronounced his name directly, a word with a concept and meaning, and in front of his favorite toy.

The power of the subspace came suddenly, but because it was in the physical universe, it was only an illusion of thought, and these illusions were quickly cut off by Hades.

But if Motarian himself is caught in the vortex of emotions.

Hades swallowed silently, and went through his words in his heart, he didn't want to repeat the picture just now.

"So. He is a powerful subspace being, made up of specific concepts and thoughts. ”

Hades didn't dare to say the word "god" directly this time.

"You can get a glimpse of the concept of this subspace creature from the devil who just fought with us."

"Decay, death, despair, entropy."

Motarian was silent, and then, after what he had just experienced, he slowly spoke,

"In other words, there are other kinds of these creatures besides those who represent this category."

Hades nodded,

"There are indeed other types of subspace creatures, but I haven't encountered them yet."

How dare he speak in the name of another god?

Besides, if you say more, Motarian has become a four-god choice.

"Moreover, I can't determine the relationship between subspace creatures of different races."

Hades hurried to see the stitches.

Motarian said hesitantly,

"So. I was a powerful subspace creature. Eyed? ”

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Hades pounded his head like garlic while keeping an eye on Motarian's condition.

Luckily, it's okay at the moment.

Although thinking about the affairs of the gods will lead to staring, as a primordial, there is a high probability that Motarian has been watched.

Motarian was silent again.

He. Watched?

The garden is whispering, whispering.

This. Isn't this really confusing witchcraft?

Witchcraft, strange witchcraft, he thought his adoptive father, Nacre, was already the most filthy representation he could imagine.

Evil psionic energy, the power that swells from the subspace, the power that makes one feel disgusted just by looking at it from a distance.

But now, Hades told him that there were beings in the subspace that were a thousand times more filthy than that.

How can this be?

The rotting flies are singing and buzzing.

He subconsciously wanted to deny, wanted to refute but at that moment. At that moment, he "saw" and "saw" what Hades called the "demon".

See. Those beings who are like gods.

I also saw it, the struggling self.

That's an illusion, right, right?

It was a hallucinogenic image caused by witchcraft, Motarian silently told himself. At one time, his adoptive father, Nacre, inflicted painful visions on Motarian every night, and he was familiar with this.

But. But is there such a real vision?

The pungent rancid stench, the pus-filled flesh, the strange feeling that came from the shoulder.

That. Is that himself?

That. Is that his future?

Despair and illusion, little by little, climbed into Motarian's heart.

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