Angel Tay woke up again.

His nose and mouth were filled with the smell of blood, and he almost wondered if he had vomited blood and internal organs during his unconscious stupor.

His mind was also so confused that it was as if someone had slammed it with a power hammer, and all his thoughts were like unformed fragments, carried through his mind by some force, and expelled like garbage.

He couldn't leave any useful ideas, not even organize his thoughts. The Bearer's cheeks twitched, and he gritted his teeth as he tried to make another effort.

The masseter muscles exerted force, but there was a violent sourness between the teeth that were biting together, and then, with a continuous cracking sound, all his teeth were shattered into powder.

Angler Tai was stunned, he could feel the pain, but the pain couldn't compare to his surprise at the moment.

How so? What happened?

Before he could open his mouth and grope his fingers for the shattered tooth fragments, he was almost knocked unconscious by another, stronger pain, and every bone in his body began to shatter in an instant.

No, it's more than that, it's like using a person to hit every bone of his head repeatedly with a bone crusher hammer, even if they are completely shattered.

But this was only the beginning, as Angle's perception began to move towards something deeper.

He could feel the bones shattering, and he could feel the flesh breaking down at the same time—something was raging beneath his skin, turning muscles and nerves into boiling blood, and Anglene couldn't help but open his mouth and try to scream, but he couldn't make a sound.

Of course, his vocal cords were also dissolved, as were his eyes, and he couldn't see anything now, but it didn't matter. From the very beginning, he has been in the dark, and there is no need for eyes here.

The strange thing is that even though everything has been broken down, Ingrell Tay still has 'sentience', he can clearly feel the presence of his fingers and toes, and he can also feel a breeze blowing through his bare skin.

What's even more terrifying is that he can even feel the pain of their disintegration and the command of their arm when they are intact. This contradictory false perception squeezed every inch of his perceptual experience, filling the neurons firmly.

Reason screamed at him that something was wrong, but Sense beat Reason into powder with more force. In the midst of such a cruel punishment, Ingres Tai should have fallen into madness, or something deeper than madness.

No one can withstand this kind of torture, not even Astarte.

But he didn't, because his eyesight was recovering.

You see, how easy it is to give a prisoner hope again. It only takes a little bit to give

Angel Tai finally opened his eyes and saw a corpse.

Who's this? He didn't have an answer, he just watched it carefully, almost madly. He had to use this to escape the torment of 'perception', which was the only way he could divert his attention right now.

The bones hadn't really turned into dry bones, some flesh was still hanging between the cracks in the bones, the tendons had turned a rotting and disgusting moldy gray, and only two wisps of withered nerves remained in the eye sockets of the skull.

Looking at the corpse, all of a sudden, Angle's sense of smell returned, and he suddenly smelled a strong smell of corpses, rotten, sickly, and disgusting.

The Bearer opened his mouth in reluctance, and spat out of his throat a sound that hissed like an air, but soon became a complete syllable, and at last, even a sentence—and he himself heard it.

"Luojia!"

Angler Tay blurted out that he didn't know why he was calling the name of the Primordial, he just thought it should be.

At the same time, some kind of warm sensation began to come from his newborn eyes, and his nasal passages became sour. Two lines of hot tears fell vertically down his cheeks, smashing into a cloud of decay and stirring up a puddle of dust.

The Bearer was still in pain, two chaotic perceptions vying for him all the time, both trying to pull him into their side, but he had a will of his own, and he could already make his own choice.

Without hesitation, Ingrell Tai chose to stay away from the close bones, and as the thought came to his mind, a wave of power instantly welled up from the bottom of his heart.

It's warm, warm, and if it has a color, it's mostly glowing golden. In the next second, the rotting skeleton shattered in an instant, turning into flying ashes.

The light shone brightly, pouring out of the seven orifices of the Bearer, and the pain began to fade away, and the perception began to gradually become balanced. Intact vision, hearing, breathing. Angel Tai didn't even dare to close his eyes, for fear of returning to the darkness.

His eyes were open, his right hand twitched, and some kind of pain came from the palm of his hand. He turned his head and saw a bone nail piercing deep into his palm, nailing his right hand to it.

Moreover, not only the right hand, but also the left hand, as well as both feet, as if someone was using this to restrict his movements.

With only four bone nails?

Absurd. He thought.

At the same time, he heard two other voices. A man and a woman, with fear in their voices.

"He's moving?" The man's voice muttered in panic. "Do you hear me, there is a voice in the sarcophagus of the First Born?"

"You'd better hear it right, it's a hassle to reclose the lid of the coffin." The female voice replied gloomily. "You reported to your lordship, what did he say?"

"He"

The male voice hesitated for a moment, but did not answer. At the same time, there was a slight grinding sound above Angler Tay, like stones rubbing against each other, and a glimmer of light began to jump on his retina.

"What's wrong with him?"

"He said that we would dedicate ourselves to—" The man could not finish his words as he was interrupted, personally interrupted by Ingres Tay's right hand.

The nail still fluttered in the center of his palm, and the disgusting eight-pointed star shone ominously on the round head of the stug, but that didn't stop Angler Tai from pinching the man's neck with his right hand. The dim candle flame from the outside came into view, and the Bearer stood up from the sarcophagus in silence.

The woman who had opened the lid of his coffin fell to her knees in frenzy, and began to call the name of the First Born as if she had gone mad, but Ingres Tay ignored her, only pinched the man's neck and kicked the woman in the chest.

Stunned and surprised, she flew upside down, shattering a stone statue and sliding along with the shards. Blood poured out of the corners of her mouth with white foam, and life was rapidly leaving her body.

And Anglel Tai just stared at her coldly, not doing anything until the woman died, and he withdrew his gaze and pulled out the remaining three nails for himself.

At the same time, a chill came from the back of his neck. A slight ache came with a bite to the touch, and he turned his head to see a surging shadow.

Anglel Tay smiled.

"It's you." He whispered. "Where am I?"

The shadows swelled and told him a word. Its voice sounded cold, with the smell of a wet cold wave. It was in a language that Ingres Tay was not familiar with, but he could understand it.

The perfect city.

He's in the City of Perfection.

The Bearer lowered his head and took a deep breath of the air that still smelled of blood. He looked around and saw candles, altars, and mud walls with scriptures on them. There are no windows, everything is obscured by gray-white mud.

So, where is the door?

He rolled his gaze and saw a scarlet door. The emblem of the Bearer shone on it, with a metallic goodness. He was silent for a moment, then walked towards the door. The shadows were surging at this moment, giving him another piece of news.

Angel Tay stopped and nodded thoughtfully.

"You're right." He admitted. "We really should get acquainted again, what's your name, mate? I am Ingrel Tye, the son of Lorja Aurelian. ”

The shadow writhed, confiding in him a name. At the same time, he reached out and pushed open the scarlet door.

The sun was shining brightly, and there were many worshippers dressed in tattered rags outside, who were praying, but Anglel Tay stepped out, and the prayer ended. He watched them in silence, his cold gaze sweeping over the eight-pointed star mark on each face.

"Larch, then." Angel Tay bowed his head and made his request to the shadow. "I need a weapon."

The shadow surged again, moving from the back to the right hand, and clinging upwards. A straight blade appeared in Angle's hand.

The blade was dim, as if it could devour light, the blade was filled with filamentous shadows like living creatures, and there was a scarlet eye on the blade, staring at Ingret Tai without blinking.

The Bearer nodded at it, withdrew his gaze at the crowd of believers who were rushing towards him, and raised the blade in his hand.

——

Nervous, Azek Ahriman asked his original body a long-standing question: "Are you sure it really works now?" We haven't done a full experiment yet."

Magnus smiled, turned around, and gestured to the director of his think tank. Behind him was a huge instrument that had just been transported off the tracks. Illuminated by the chaotic sky of Nikea, its surface shone with colorful light.

"All great creations and inventions come from a casual flash of inspiration, and it has nothing to do with experimentation, Azek. Even if you try it again, what can you do? The aura is placed inadvertently, and it will never favor you because of the number of experiments, it only belongs to geniuses. ”

"But wouldn't that be too hasty?" Ahriman was silent for a moment, then summoned up the courage to ask again.

And this time, the smile on the Crimson King's face had disappeared. He looked into Azek Ahriman's eyes, accentuated his tone, and repeated it again.

"No problem, all the previous recipients have seen the gentle ocean we saw, haven't they?"

"Yes, the original."

"Then you don't have to worry about anything." Magnus smiled again, returning to his scholarly demeanor. "How long do we have left?"

"An hour and twenty-one minutes." The director of the think tank replied.

"That's enough." Magnus clenched his right fist, as if he were telling Ahriman, and spoke as if he were talking to himself. "It's more than enough."

There's another chapter to be updated later.,It's too painful for me slowly.

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