At that time, the magician of fire, an ambitious and melancholy red-haired beauty, was thrilled by her. She also chanted so intently and with horror. The sound of a gossamer transcends the intersection between the present world and the other side.

"Listen, commit yourself to the damp tentacles of Nyar Lasot and summon him from the endpoint of the otherworld. From the ovaries of black dahlia flowers in my body, to the rainbow lust that greets him, each other, penetrates into the aperture that has no ending, until the 'name' is born. ”

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"Name? My name. ”

When the rite of incarnation comes, the tide of oblivion retreats without choice towards the past and the future. From that point of light, the electromagnetic tube that was full of cracks because he had reached the critical point, he was born from his own body. The incarnation of the restless flame could not settle down for a moment, and its eyes were a pair of wild mercury burning at boiling point.

And the broken sword, which was full of thoughts, wounds, and swollen memories, his body, was attached to the child in a form that made Leora throb.

He called softly, "Soloast, welcome to this world. ”

And that marvelous god of life, a child born through countless chaotic fetal movements, opened his liquid metal eyes that could burn anyone, and saw through the blue and desolate. He stretched out the arm that was joined by the young flesh and the old scabbard, and drew an icy blade from what should have been five fingers. With the same quality of innocence and insight, the child scanned the marks and textures on his body.

"It seems that it is really a dangerous test to extract yourself from the tunnel from 'nothing' to 'birth'..."

"Well, something seems to be wrong! The amplitude of the pulsation at each interface above the third dimension can only be achieved by the big bang of the r-series. ”

"Interesting! Obviously, it's still a terrible situation! ”

It's an isolated parallel universe. All that can be seen in the wilderness is the first light and heat, the unstable aftermath of matter, and the overflowing fragments of stars.

It's like a cracked egg white cube in the oven, and "everything" has just been touched. Inorganic minerals, air currents, metal stratification, and the rough galactic system are still faintly white dentition that has just emerged from the gums. They are like sponges that absorb too much juice, stretching lazily and drifting away. The entire universe is still wrapped in its own afterbirth and warm amniotic fluid, and time is pushed out of the eternal ocean of the unconscious into the differentiated structure of matter and energy.

In this way, the young universe created in an instant sprouted in tandem with its brilliant allomorphic double, the one that happened to be written in all the universes that was written. Figuratively speaking, it is a huge shock absorber and omnidirectional sensor, projecting and embodying the slightest changes of another mature universe, like reading the red dust outside the body through the delicate lines of the ring.

As for its inhabitants and symbiotes, they are not unwavering or heterogeneous beings. To put it bluntly, it's just a bunch of paralifeforms that have nothing to do.

"Since Yawei messed things up and everyone went their separate ways, for a long time after that, they were only paralyzed and moldy, and nothing new happened. It's fun, hee-hee. ”

The space that originally seemed to be in a daze, with the rush and convergence of light waves, changed from a sudden and frozen formation to a blinking wall of eyes, lined up endlessly.

The texture and shape of each eye have their own merits. For example, Sirius's famous "Ice and Fire Lizard": Medusa's Radiant Poison Eye; The Hypnotic Eye, created by the blood of Imperial Topaz and the Mana of the Sculptor, Northton; There is also the incomprehensible 'Eye of Nirvana', Jialing Frequency Void - as long as you look at it, you can directly point to the various manifestations of its opponents in different time and space, and from the history of the sea of quicksand, you can take out a spoonful of clear and unsullied liquid, the ultimate essence of chaos and all phases. The terrible thing is that once the eyes return, let the opponent drink this incomparably delicious and die, from then on, that life form will have no 'self-thought', and it will not be able to abandon all the present lives and all reincarnation!

This is the life experience of thousands of pupils, they are constantly flowing and rippling, but they are always watching everything with relish, that is, the organic angel who manifests itself through the "wind" of the four elements, Raphael.

The promenade of the eyes slowly converges. Finally, at the thick and churning interface of the dimensions, a fluttering form suddenly appeared. It is difficult to discern its physiognomy because it will always liquefy away at the next moment, due to the whisk of the air current. Only the eye map that sits all over the body lays out the sometimes hideous and twisted spider's nest path, and sometimes the labyrinth secret passage that is as gorgeous as the lips of a demon beast.

"I saw it, I saw it in every 'I' vision! This is the highest level of the supergod embryo body, which is producing itself. Seeing his past, the swarthy birth canal dragging under his crotch, the sparks splashing, the combination of zero and one... ”

As Raphael's cries crossed the various interfaces of this universe, another sensory icon pattern was simultaneously set off - the cracking sound of beeps and pops, like a horde of desperate locusts passing through, covering the nebula and life.

The "sound" that eroded into it permeated the vacuum in all directions, like the violent collision of firewood sticks and flints, where layers of vortices burst out. From the semi-condensed liquid state of the paste like pudding, it gradually freezes into orderly black-winged butterfly wings, and this beauty stretches out soothingly and gracefully from the pores of another dimension.

These wings flutter deftly and shyly like stripped children, occasionally shaking off plump and juicy pollen. Once the sac is detached from the butterfly's wings, it grows between the empty ethers, forming twitching large red flamingos. In the middle of its dripping goose-yellow stamens is a delicate and flawless ear.

Such ears are so superb and complete, and at the same time contain the vicissitudes of the world before life and death, before the voice is spoken, and the vows after the words are received. They radiate the sadness and old age of timbre, the snorting oath and the innocent last words; They contain and swallow the shrill wails of every black hole, every particle that has been squeezed and dismembered. Since the first howl of Jesus, tattooed with iron nails in Calvary, the endless hiss of heaven and earth has been in this garden of sorrow formed by the ears of the flaming crane.