The sound of the silver-plated knife cutting pastry, meat fiber and plant fiber is almost negligible, but the noise caused by the tableware hitting the fine ceramics is very disturbing. Athena, who is famous for her elegance, has rarely experienced this kind of noise. Even the emperor could tell that she was in a really bad mood with her rude behavior. In the past, if he had been so rude at the dinner table when he was young, he would have received a burst of curses.
The future is not optimistic, and the emperor does not know what Athena's plans for his future are. He can be sure that the future she foresees is very different from that plan. Although he has always known that his adoptive mother has her own little thoughts, he also knows that Athena is talking about To be honest, she really cared about him. He could taste the true feelings in the etheric ripples caused by Athena's emotions, just like a snake sticking out its tongue to catch the scent molecules. Maybe it was the relationship born from the long-term relationship, maybe it was because After his plan failed, Athena began to lead him in another direction.
The noise stopped, and the surrounding became extremely quiet. Even the slight noise outside the apartment after passing through the double-layer soundproof glass disappeared. The emperor felt a gentle, flashing consciousness enter his brain, gently brushing aside his steps. Before embarking on the path of arcane magic, he carefully designed and added layer upon layer of mental protection on paper. He closed his eyes, cooperatively unraveled the labyrinth in his surface consciousness and the false memory illusion formed by thousands of spells, and embraced it. In arms.
He ignored the cold wind blowing on the surface of his skin and accepted that consciousness wholeheartedly.
When he opened his eyes again, what he saw was a world composed of layers of clouds, towering mountain peaks and floating islands. He was wearing golden Spartan muscle full body armor, a Corinthian helmet and a human Soldiers with visors holding gleaming spears and glowing shields lined up in square formations and walked neatly across the wide and straight bridge covered with mosaic tiles depicting the great victory. Layers of shoulder armor and skirt armor hang down, and each neat marching movement will make them swing by the same amplitude. At the end of the bridge several kilometers away, there is a hellish scene, with countless bodies burned black, and it is impossible to distinguish them. Without the shape before birth, gray-black poisonous smoke rises continuously from the horizon into the sky. The hard soil is soaked with the blood of humans and non-human creatures. A pool of putrid hair will gather in any low-lying pit. Dark old blood.
Smoke and dust mixed with clouds and mist, causing friction and thunder falling from the sky. Everywhere you looked was scorched earth.
The twisted buildings that grow wantonly stretch into the black sky like towering trees, and sarcastic laughter falls from the clouds, mocking the fate of the losers. Blood overflows from every dark window, in the land melted by weapons. It evaporated into blood-colored clouds, and many emotions such as fear, anger, indulgence, etc. turned into poisonous snakes trying to climb up the emperor's ankles.
"This is the end, the end for you and humanity."
Athena stood on the bridge. The originally pure white mosaic ground was now contaminated by blood and internal organs. Her bare feet gently stepped on the sharp edges of the armor, stepping on the mountains of corpses that were piled higher and higher, and stepping over the desecrated The dismembered corpse was deeply embedded in the slippery internal organs that had been blown out, cut, and squeezed out of the body, still exuding heat and stench. Corrosive greasy smoke was squeezed out from the gaps in the flesh, and the sound it made was like a sigh. .Every step she takes, turbid blood will drip from the tips of her slender toes. Even so, her movements still appear elegant and light. The pure white pleated skirt brushes from the blood lake like the mist on the lake in the morning. No pollution at all.
Glowing giant metal stars fell from the sky, and the debris hit the ground with the heat of friction with the atmosphere, raising dust and flattening the mountains. "This is just one of a million battlefields." She said to the emperor beside her, "Everywhere is there.
A battle broke out, and the enemy behind the curtain finally won. Even my father, Zeus, who claimed to be a god, was killed in such a battle. No rational being can win, and the entire galaxy will turn into ashes.
A place of ruins and horror, heat death will eventually come to this universe."
He didn't see the enemy, to be precise, he just didn't see it now.
He knew what was happening here, who the enemy was, and he also knew that what he saw was not the reality of the physical universe, but weird things that could not be understood with common sense. He had stepped into Paititi's
Silver Stone Gate had seen the horror inside, but long before he did this, he had read the relevant descriptions in Kama Taj's ancient books.
There is nothing that can be defined in the etheric ocean. Perhaps it is just the suicidal thoughts of an artist who uses illegal drugs, the malice of a person in desperate situation who breaks through social moral norms, the fleeting jealousy and anger between men and women, and the despair of an adventurer.
The desperate efforts and prayers, a lie that makes the liar feel complacent, may open his fangs and swallow up the soul that gave birth to these thoughts. The reason why the emperor can see things in common sense is entirely because this is a metaphor jointly displayed by the ether ocean and Athena
The portrait is a picture that Athena salvaged and interpreted from the etheric ocean. Everything is a metaphor and a reference, not a real picture.
Even after careful interpretation, the counter-intuitive and counter-intuitive existence still manifests itself in inconspicuous details, whether it is scattering that violates the optical principles, or abnormal gravity phenomena, or sizzling and smoking ice cubes,
Everything reminds the observer that this is not reality. If an ordinary fortune teller or dream interpreter accepts the ripples formed by such a pan-dimensional reflection, it may be necessary to pay the price of burning the brain or completely falling into madness to interpret this piece.
In the vast ocean, for a moment, fragments of thoughts are intercepted and transformed into reality - either symbols, gestures, songs, or limbs. Those with weak minds will see even more terrifying things.
, any projected sanity gap will be absorbed and infinitely amplified to give birth to something irresistible. His soul is tough enough, and the existence behind the curtain roars at him, and he steps forward without fear to crush the greasy and cold malice under his feet.
The entity causes the predators lurking behind the increasingly fragile curtain to flee in panic, melting in the sunlight like ghosts.
"Destruction!" shouted a roar composed of layers of corpses.
The giant beast with several horns came from under the horizon, covered in smoke. Only then did he realize that he was wearing armor made of spiritual protection spells. To be precise, it was powered armor, and the surface of the golden armor was covered with layers of layers.
The runes are his mental protection spells, and the soft sealing parts and cables can be intuitively understood as the underlying thinking maze cast by the logic program. Even if he encounters an irresistible mental shock, it can leave him reaction time to resist.
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"I don't want to come to this." Athena lowered her eyes, her smooth blond hair hanging from her ears. She stood on the pile of corpses and stretched out her hand towards the emperor, who tacitly stretched out his arms around her slender waist and asked her to sit down.
On his own arms, he stretched out his palms and pressed them on his flat belly to prevent her from falling backwards. She was very light, with almost no weight at all. She crossed her slender legs like she was sitting on a swing, "This ending is right for her."
It's a failure for everyone. You have to make a choice."
"Death!" The giant snake-like beast screamed.
The air was filled with the smell of blood and ashes, and he could smell the blood of genetically modified warriors filled with high concentrations of iron. Many hidden things were exposed to madness, and the shocking reality and horror could not shock him.
Spirit, he watched coldly as the mountain-like beast dragged its claws over everything, shattering the soil formed by metaphors and references. Athena jumped off his arm, hugged his neck and gently kissed his cheek.
Kissed.
"Remember," she whispered in his ear, "make the right choice."