People Are In The Kingdom Of God, And They Have Just Taken Place In The Adult Room
/ People Are in the Kingdom of God, and They Have Just Taken Place in the Adult Room Chapter 218
Amid the anger of the heroes, the are142 site published the real scriptures through internal channels.
Obviously, the senior management is still sensible.
If you don't make it public, you have to bear the risk of bombing. Once the employee escapes, the unknown meme will be brought to the outside world, and no one can bear the disaster.
Anyway, they have mastered the amnestics technology, the big deal is to erase the relevant memories afterwards.
"How simple is real magic?"
Dr. Eliot looked at the real scriptures on the screen, and felt a deep sense of absurdity in his heart.
Singing scriptures can gain power, which is beyond his scientific knowledge! ! !
Even if you tell him what crystal ball or other medium is needed to use real magic, he can accept it.
"Huh...maybe it is this unimaginable simplicity that will limit the real magic, otherwise once it spreads, the consequences will be unimaginable."
"Maybe the entire society will enter the era of magic 1.0."
"By the way, this is Arthurs' power? Just a few words can borrow power. Doesn't that mean his power is everywhere?"
Dr. Eliot sighed deeply, vaguely guessing the above concerns.
Even more shocked by the power beyond imagination of Arthurs!
However, this is not the time to think about these things. Taking advantage of the headaches that he can bear, he hastened to learn and recite the true scriptures.
"The real person who walks through the unknown places of creation, stems from the black fear outside the universe, and the death pale sleeping in the abyss of the deep sea..."
The treacherous voice echoed low and low in the safe house, and echoed throughout the site.
Wandering like the words of the devil, whispering the words of the gods!
Even if the employees were suspicious, under the unknown disease and death threats, they had to lower their hearts and recite the scriptures.
"Great Krasin, maybe we can talk?"
The huge insects made up of thick black liquid are twisted in the abstract forest, and the electronic rain rains on the body, faintly rippling circles.
Arthurs seemed to be unable to stand the torture of electrons anymore, and finally spoke up.
"Only the gaze of Grohros is the prelude to the negotiation!"
In the infinitely deep dream night sky, countless stars twinkled.
No!
Where are the stars?
That is clearly the electrons that make up Krasin's body. He is so huge. In his dream, he is the only master!
"Calling Gherros is a price I can't bear. This is a place where creation is unknown. He can't find it... Change another condition!"
"Stab—Boom—"
As soon as Ning Xiuyuan's sound fell, lightning flashing across the sky, deafening thunder and thunder violating the laws of physics!
"Wow!"
The electronic rain poured down like a splashing waterfall, as if to vent all the malice in the world on Arthurs' poor and small body.
Kraxin answered Ning Xiuyuan's negotiations with practical actions!
"The land of the silver key guards the unknown of creation. The great omniscience Yugsothoth incarnates on a huge stone base. I can ask on your behalf!"
Ning Xiuyuan shouted hurriedly, exerting a bargaining chip.
Not only told Krasin that the outer **** Yugsothos was guarding the goal, even if the outer **** Gerotho located the earth, there was nothing he could do.
It is also the right to meet Umr in person to make a bid code.
"Wow--"
The blast of electronic rain stopped suddenly, and the abstract forest was calm and calm at the fingertips.
"Leave the emotional body, in a transactional way."
Krasin's heart moved.
The first warning person was right!
[True Magic·Sacred Healing Immortality] can indeed cure headaches caused by unknown memetic infections.
In the long and lost reading, Dr. Eliot got the key to true magic and became a true magician.
As the power of Godkiller Arthurs descended from an unknown dimension, the headache that tortured him disappeared.
"Well--"
The long-lost peace, set off by the pain of tearing the brain, became the happiest comfort in the world!
Dr. Eliot leaned back in the chair and couldn't help but let out a soft moan.
In the ultimate comfort, there is an inexplicable throbbing!
He bet it was more unforgettable than the trembling night in the bar when he was young, because he touched the power.
The inexplicable and indescribable power of science.
He savored the coming power carefully, and it took a long time for his pupils to refocus.
what!
Why is the ceiling so rusty?
Dr. Eliot sat upright and looked at the computer in front of him subconsciously. The scene in front of him was like an electric current running straight from his spine to his brain, making his whole body numb and chilling all over his body.
His face was reflected on the off-screen monitor.
He saw... saw... the old man with nowhere to go!
No, no, that's him.
Years and curses carved into his healthy skin, creases that blaspheme the soul, and ugly corpses.
Is it possible that this is the price of using real magic?
Fear was like heavy mercury pouring through Dr. Eliot's sweat pores, keeping the frightened and sick soul fresh.
At this moment, the curse destroyed Dr. Eliot's reason, and seemed to destroy Arthurs's reason.
"……good!"
He pondered for a while, agreed to Krasin's deal, exchanged freedom with a part of the "emotional body" of his soul, became Krasin's messenger, and inquired about the omniscient incarnation of Yugsothoth—Umr.
"I, Arthurs, in an emotional body..."
The solemn voice echoed in the abstract forest. With the sound of the first syllable, the abstract forest seemed to have removed the frosted lens and gradually became clear.
The veins of branches and leaves, rotting lichens, brilliant sunshine, chirping birds and insects make the forest more peaceful!
Just like Krasin's mood.
suddenly!
The solemn tone was sharp and cold to the bone.
"The chill born in the abyss of space, the gray brewing in the dark night source well, from the icy depths of the stars, the great Aphrodite, i?!!! Watch your humble believer!"
Just halfway through the words of trading, the hot and cold Satoyu language, paradoxical to rational cognition, roared and reverberated in this originally absurd dreamland!
This is the little-known Prayer of Yavum Zha.
"Zizzi—"
The piercing electric sound reverberates in the dream forest. This is Krasin's anger!
"Despicable thief, you will pay for your fraud!"
The electrons set off a raging tidal storm, causing the dreamland to collapse.
For a time, the earth cracked and the forest collapsed.
In the collapse, high-rise buildings were born from the rift valley, but the bright neon light could not illuminate the sticky and dark liquid insects.
The building is out, and Russia is falling.
The Gobi is dusting, the sun is like fire, and countless scrawny servants are pushing huge boulders and building towering altars amidst the whip and sweat tormented flesh and blood.
The altar is infinitely magnified, and the bright fascia is attached to the bones, forming a devil feast of living sacrifices that blaspheme the soul!
At this moment, countless dream worlds flickered around Ning Xiuyuan.
This is the change of this world and the mark of Krasin, the voice of Cthulhu.
He is distorting the dream world, and he is also covering the space-time coordinates!
Even if Yavumza heard the call of the believer, he would be lost in the vast dream world.
——Dreamland is the home court of Cthulhu.
"I?!!!! Watch your humble believer!"
Ning Xiuyuan's voice was also frantically agitated in the changing dreams, echoing in the dreams of countless human beings.
Krasin carried his prayer mantra with the dream of all beings!
There was no sound at all.
"Arthurs! You will eventually find that death will be the most benevolent grace in the world!"
Kraxin, who was resolving Ning Xiuyuan's prayer, issued a vicious curse.
"I think so too, great Krasin!"
Unexpectedly, Arthurs, who had clearly failed, suddenly whispered.
I saw his swollen and huge body suddenly swelled, and there was a faint rhythmic drum sound.
——Soul Distribution Technique!
Arthurs even allocated the soul to the heart during the chanting of the spell.
This means that as long as he annihilates his heart, he will die completely and disappear into this dreamland.
The devout followers of the true church will call their Lord to resurrect the clone-Arthurs, under the blessing of the great old ruler White Worm.
"Beamon—"
Like the electric current of an old-fashioned radio, it penetrates the clouds and dreams, echoing in the beating heart.
The sky of the dreamland that was changing crazily, floating in a cloud of blue and green, but also like a cold yellow cloud!
This stinking thing full of weird and terrifying, was born from the phosphorous fire of the dead, spreading the dirt that swallowed the essence of all things.
He is the spiritual incarnation of Cthulhu, the former ruler-Beamon!
He lives deep in the ocean, and when he returns to the surface, the world will fall into his nightmare.
The great outer **** Yugsothos knows everything;
In the dream world, the noble Beamon also knows everything.
He can read and manipulate anyone's consciousness and dreams!
If you refuse...
Oh, you are about to see the end of the rejecters!
"Huh—"
The horror of filth and profanity lurked, and in the howling of Beamon, it spread throughout the dreamland, tearing open the thick and dark shell of Arthurs, and reaching the pounding heart.
The howling sound wave turned into a foul mist, enveloping the heart and permeating into it.
He will contaminate Arthurs' consciousness, even if it will change his self and bring about unpredictable changes.
But this is better than uncontrollable.
The mist of turbid yellow mixed with blue and green evil spirits, like the ancient gods of industry vomiting a dirty tone, insulting human nature and soul.
"Puff...Puff..."
The beating of the heart became more and more smooth, and Arthurs' self-destruction seemed to be aborted under Beamon's blasphemy.
No!
In this thick rolling fog, a horizontal patterned sheep pupil suddenly flashed, countless tentacles rushed out of the thick fog, and Jie Jie surly vented Arthur's plan!
"You are too greedy, Krasin! Death is not your domain!"
Ning Xiuyuan's indifferent voice came from the crossed sheep pupils, and he even gave up the honorific title profanity.
——[Tyrant] explained the horizontal pattern sheep pupil, disguising him as a beating heart.
No matter how low the status of the black goat cub is, it is also the heir of the outer **** Sabu.
It is easy to kill him and pollute his thoughts. That is to blaspheme the outer **** Sabus!
——He is the ruler of the old days after all.
"Father of Sharks!"
The cold electronic sound echoed in the dreamland like a kaleidoscope, and Krasin called his kind again.
The father of sharks-a symbol of violence and destruction in Cthulhu!
He is the prototype of Leviathan, the giant ocean beast, even Krasin, the symbol of Cthulhu's original self, is afraid of him!
He is an extremely terrifying, irrational and crazy destruction.
No one can stop his catharsis.
Maybe except for Cthulhu.
"Moo—"
Before the cross-stranded sheep pupil could see the appearance of the father of the group of sharks, huge darkness shrouded in it.
Just a snap of the finger, the bright dreamland, can't illuminate the whole body of the cross-stripe sheep pupil, which is the gluttonous mouth of the father of the group of sharks.
The stretched tentacles were supported between the upper and lower jaws, and the teeth made up of rage and destruction were chewing frantically on the tentacles of the crossed sheep pupil.
[Tyrant] Like a fragile and agile starling, mediating in the storm, tossing and turning in death and destruction, and flying in the existence of murderous intent!
This is the vortex of the starling, and it is also Ning Xiuyuan's anger and struggle.
"Beamon!"
Krasin roared, and he watched with his arms folded in angrily.
The foul-smelling mist, floating in the land of unpredictable dreams, can bring shock and nightmare to all living beings, but at this moment, he dared not come close.
That is a symbol of Cthulhu's destruction and violence!
Even He will be killed.
"A poor group of accessories."
Ning Xiuyuan finally saw through the narrow, inferior, ugly, and despicable nature of these incarnations ~www.mtlnovel.com~ and issued a vicious sarcasm.
Time favored him, and he bought time for self-destruction.
No, it should be said that he is the favored one of the corner time Msiskha.
"sell!"
The abrupt flower of death, which does not exist on the timeline, blooms quietly.
The heart that carried the soul of Arthurs, withered under the protection of the black goat cubs with horizontal stripes.
The soul of Arthurs also extinguished.
At the moment when the mind is shattered, the last flower of thinking is blooming.
——If death is inevitable, I will fool the **** of death.
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