Chapter 476 The illusion of the past, the "name" that the world cannot bear
The gorgeous light and shadow that cannot be described in words, I don't know how many layers it passed through, and I don't know how many layers it was distorted along the way. When it finally penetrated the thick fog, it was born among the broken windows of Class 18, Group C, teaching building. Outside, the shape formed by the intertwining of endless light and will was suddenly a humanoid outline made up of glass fragments that reflected countless light spots...
There are many names for it, but no matter which one it is, it means that its sequence is at least the "Supreme Judgment"!
Even in the words of the canteen owner-003, it is the only and true "Ashes Apostle".
"Conceptual Sculpture", "Original Ash Apostle", and the projection of the "Ashe Apostle" path in the real world.
The incarnation of the Ash Apostle!
"It's coming...it's coming...!" The voice of the "Burial" will trembled and was full of piety. It seemed to give the highest worship to the "Original Ash Apostle".
Think about it, the "burial body" itself is also among the angel sculptures, and the angel sculptures are just larger "mist-covered light chasers" in front of the "original ashes apostle".
With the gradual birth of the "Original Ash Apostle", the trees in the entire green forest outside the teaching building trembled violently like an electric shock, the friction of branches and leaves turned into frantic murmurs, the lights of the teaching building burst out one after another in regular flashes, and darkness swallowed the corridor like a tide...
In the entire world, only the "Original Ash Apostle" is left with a strange glow that transcends the spectrum...
Those colorful sections have faintly floating non-Euclidean geometric outlines, as if countless dimensions have been collapsed into a two-dimensional plane. The soul of anyone who watches will feel a strong burning pain due to information overload.
The endless rainstorm that enveloped the teaching building hit the walls of the teaching building like bullets, breaking into countless water droplets, annihilating the endless water vapor, blending with the fog, and dragging the world into the vast gray fog.
After the purebred nocturnal species get wet, their bodies are as slippery as mucus. They crawl and squirm like pilgrims, like countless seaweeds singing an evil prelude in the waves:
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「「I AvgruNnen av tKe og mrke jaGer forTapte Sjeler fanTome」！ ! """I AvgruNnen..."
With the continuous chanting, their eyeballs rotated at high speed inside their skulls, and their pupils seemed to split into broken mirrors, reflecting the fragments of truth flowing in every edge of the "Original Ash Apostle".
The whole world began to become distorted amidst the chanting. The lines of the buildings began to twist in a way that violated the laws of physics. It was like a glass-like flower blooming in the space, or like the space was split into bamboo strips like bamboo slices, and then the bamboo strips were continuously woven. Anyone who observed this scene began to have their cognition destroyed.
The limited architectural lines were twisted into an infinite Möbius strip structure, and the heavy rain gradually suspended into a static matrix. Every drop of rain seemed to reflect the outline of the "Original Ash Apostle". The light and heat generated after the ashes were burned to the extreme only constituted the coordinates calling for the "Original Ash Apostle" to be born here. No force can resist the erosion of time and space by the "Original Ash Apostle" at this time!
The bodies of the Laughing Angels began to become concrete in the twisted layers, and the extraordinary power that allowed them to maintain their own state seemed to be forcibly extracted by the "Original Type Ash Apostles"...
In fact, it was not just their power, all the extraordinary powers filled here were moving toward the "Original Type Ashes" at this moment The "Ashes Apostles" gathered together, and the converging trajectories faintly formed the Fibonacci sequence...
Dim light passed over the outer wall of the classroom and sparsely penetrated into the classroom. The smiling angels had turned into blue-gray stone statues, but the wet wings condensed into frost in the hot airflow.
Their eyes that looked up devoutly at the "Ash Apostle of the Origin" have completely turned into crystalline eyeballs with sharp edges. The stone eyelids have two unfathomable cracks, which spread from the corners of the eyes to the cheekbones. The tear-condensed pupils glow with the cold light of gray-blue quartz...
They also whisper an ancient and evil aria like a nocturnal species: "I AvgruNnen av tKe "og mrke jaGer forTapte Sjeler fanTome", the blue-gray body surface gradually derived from the green moss in the water vapor, as if in this short period of time, the Laughing Angel sculptures had been soaked in the sea water for an extremely long time, even their hands folded on the chest to maintain a praying posture, the nails seemed to be embedded with bones and dregs from unknown centuries...
Lin Yi found that he could no longer sense the will of the "Burial Body", and it seemed that he and the "Original Ash Apostle" were the only ones left in the world.
In the twisted and disordered world, the "Apostle of Ashes" surrounded by the Fibonacci spiral has become the only point of order. Lin Yi looked up to him, just like the mortals in the doctrine looking up to the descending gods...
This picture is both pure and sacred, yet absurd and cult, making people trapped in it and unable to extricate themselves...
Gradually, Lin Yi's perception began to change. Every inch of the outline of the "Original Ash Apostle" seemed to him to be some kind of mysterious trajectory, like creeping cuneiform characters and the trajectory of some stars, or some ancient secret pattern that had not yet been understood by humans, or some kind of mysterious language that was beyond the understanding of carbon-based life forms...
Lin Yi's soul was shaking uncontrollably, and his will was twisted bit by bit into some kind of huge tree shape. He seemed to see the burning ashes in the shape of the Fibonacci sequence gradually blooming around the "ancestral ashes apostle", forming strange flowers like those in ancient Indian religion. Countless nocturnal species and a large number of sly angels sang cult songs, as if they were in a cross-over battle. The most unique dark mass...
And in the middle of this mass, there was Lin Yi's lonely will...
His ears were filled with endless whispers, passionate chants, and lengthy chatter. He seemed to hear languages from outside the world, but could not hear any sounds from the world he knew well.
His will seemed to be enveloped in a whirlpool, and his thinking seemed to have fallen into a hypercube maze. He tried to find the logic in it, but every logical deduction seemed to create a new branch of paradox.
He looked directly at the "Original Ash Apostle", but every frame he witnessed became a way for his cognition to be overwritten and eroded, constantly creating cracks in his original cognition. In the infinite overwriting and the existence of the "Original Ash Apostle" seemed to have turned into an insoluble matter. A paradox that stitches reality and madness together in the same strange light...
【som...】
[lyset...]
[fantmoer...]
[till...]
The call in the void was like thousands of tearing threads, and countless broken sounds swirled in the wind formed by ashes, floating in the twisted layers, surrounding Lin Yi's will, as if to completely annihilate him.
fantomer...】
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Lin Yi’s will began to become hazy, countless messy blue-gray lines surged in his mind, and blurry pictures began to flash before his eyes one after another. These pictures were all kinds of stories, but Lin Yi could not see or feel them at all. He only felt that he was sinking in an unknown time and space...
Strange musical scales twisted and multiplied in the corridors of the abyss, sometimes resembling the guttural prayers of ancient priests, and sometimes turning into sharp buzzes like electronic synthesizers. But in the end, everything disappeared, leaving only endless darkness and heavy breathing.
"Huh, Huh, Huh..."
Lin Yi panted.
Perhaps, it wasn't Lin Yi who was panting.
"Ding! Ding! Ding..."
"He" heard the knocking sound coming from the dark environment...
Following this feeling and "looking", wherever he looked, something lit up in the darkness.
It was a thin figure who was constantly swinging a hammer and hitting something with a red-hot soldering iron in a dim and hot cramped room...
"Ding!"
"Ding!"
"Ding..."
Hammer after hammer, sparks flew everywhere, and the splashing sparks seemed to reflect "Yuan Zu" "Apostle of Ashes" with a dazzling brilliance...
This person, Lin Yi remembered, had had many related visions in the art floor, but in all the visions, this person kept the same movements.
This man didn't know what he was casting. The more Lin Yi wanted to see it, the more he couldn't get closer...
He didn't know how long he was hammering before the man stopped.
He slowly raised the iron pliers, and a square iron piece at the tip was slowly cooling with white steam.
"Succeeded?" Some kind of voice seemed to appear in the void. It was an extremely cold female voice. Lin Yi felt very familiar and familiar, but also so strange that he couldn't remember it at all.
After waiting for a long time, no one appeared in the picture.
"No." The man holding the hammer said coldly. He released the iron pliers, and the square iron piece was discarded with a "ding".
Lin Yi looked quickly, but could only see a scratch.
He was stunned for a moment. After beating for so long, he just... carved a mark?
"Is this the only way?" said a cold female voice in the void.
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At this time, the caster spoke slowly, with an indifferent tone: "This is the only way..."
"It seems... there is nothing in this world that can bear our 'name'..." Another voice sounded, a male voice, also disappeared into the void.
"Try again." The cold female voice said.
"Come back?" The man holding the hammer was indifferent and speechless, "You're kidding me, boss... I'm going to break my hand with the hammer!"
"If it's broken, it's a big deal and we'll have to fight again. The 'name' we lost...is the key to affecting the future." said the male voice.
"At worst, we use our honorable names to anchor each other..." The caster weighed the hammer in his hand, "Since the world cannot bear my 'name', then I will change it... If my real name is not revealed, I will use my name."
“If even names become taboo, then the world will really be over.”
"What do you think?"
The male voice fell silent for a moment: "The name... is too ridiculous. If you want me to say it, just make it simpler, just add the surname and the number..."
"Zhang San Li Si? That's too boring..." The caster rejected it as soon as he opened his mouth. "I have decided, I will be called "Master Craftsman" from now on... You can call it whatever you like, someone will call us in future generations. "
As he spoke, he hit the stove with a hammer, and the sparks scattered seemed to reflect the faces of the people around him.
One of the pictures is that of the sinister little girl - "Mage Disciple".
Just when Lin Yi's attention was focused on seeing the "Mage Master" through the sparks, the unknown gear seemed to have stopped spinning at this moment. I don't know how many years later, the little girl turned her head slightly... as if she saw Lin Yi.
In that fleeting moment, Lin Yi noticed that "Master Ji's" eyes were slightly dilated and his mouth was slightly open, as if he saw something horrifying from him.
Lin Yi was startled. Even though he was only conscious, he still felt a stinging pain on his left arm, as if he had been pricked by a needle. He quickly looked away.
But at this moment, he heard a cold "hee hee" ringing in his ears.
Lin Yi's will trembled violently.
In this infinite darkness, he suddenly found that there was an extra person beside him.
That little girl.
【Anyone who inherits the power of an angel will eventually become an angel's phantom】For some reason, Lin Yi's mind recalled what the boss once said.
Could it be that because his arm was branded with secret patterns by the little girl, he, the "person who inherits the power of the Mage," has now become the "Phantom of the Mage"?
However, the feeling given to him by the little girl who appeared here at this moment was different from that of the little girl in the art building gallery.
The little girl in the gallery had a weird aura all over her body, but this one was much more normal...or, in other words, so weird that even he couldn't detect it.
"So...that's it..." The little girl murmured next to "him", and then disappeared.
Lin Yi was confused and had no idea what was happening.
But at the next moment, he heard some subtle "Creak-Creak! Crack-Creak!" sounds, like a saw being pulled repeatedly.
Following the sound, there was another light surging in the darkness. In that ball of light, there was a dirty little girl. The little girl only had her back, but Lin Yi knew that it was the "Mage Master", and at her feet, there seemed to be a dark corpse.
That "creaking" sound was her pulling the big hacksaw to cut up the corpse.
While dividing the empire, he was still humming the black nursery rhyme:
【Children, hide and seek~hide one or two~】
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Seeing the little girl, the tingling sensation in Lin Yi's left hand began to become clearer and stronger. There were still more blurry images floating in the infinite darkness, but the secret pattern imprinted on his arm by the little girl seemed to have the power to penetrate the layers. It slowly appeared in the unknown dark abyss, and then like a pen held by an invisible hand, slowly traced the traces of the secret pattern in the void...
(End of this chapter)