They break into tiny pieces, like the chirping of mosquitoes in summer or the chirping of cicadas by the pond.
The blood-red color that blinded He Ao's eyes gradually faded away, turning into a blood-red, twisted and weird sky.
And under the sky, there is a secluded path.
He Ao looked to his side. Twisted trees with blood oozing from their bark were growing twistingly along the path.
This path has an obvious curvature and seems to be a path going up the mountain.
He Ao looked behind him, and the blood-colored mist obscured his sight and the road down the mountain.
He raised his head and looked ahead.
The secluded road turns into an eerie dense forest.
The whispers in the woods became more and more confusing, like invisible parasites trying to penetrate into He Ao's brain.
Even He Ao was gradually filled with irritability and confusion by these chaotic whispers.
He estimated that he had entered some kind of twisted secret realm.
He tried to escape from this secret realm, and then found that the whispers in his ears were getting stronger and stronger, seeming to completely erode his will and his soul.
But He Ao still had a little bit of resistance to this crazy pollution. His will moved through the strong whispers, and he gradually felt his sleeping body.
He felt that the surrounding scenes were disappearing, the bloody sky was shrouding him, and everything was becoming illusory.
Just when he was about to 'wake up', he gave up the operation.
The surrounding scene became clear again. He stepped on the path of blood-red soil, and heard noisy and vague whispers in his ears.
If you were an ordinary person, you might have been flooded with these whispers into your mind and fallen into distortion and madness.
But He Ao felt that these whispers could still be resisted a little.
So he decided to follow this path and continue exploring deeper.
The way down the mountain was blocked by fog, so He Ao decided to 'go up the mountain' to have a look.
When he took the first step, he paused slightly.
"Going up the mountain" is not as difficult as climbing in the real world. Instead, it is like going down the mountain, with a force pulling it, and it is extremely easy.
He Ao took the first step, but he didn't control his strength well and almost rolled forward.
He thought for a moment, turned around and took a step in the direction of 'down the mountain'.
A strong pulling force hindered He Ao's actions.
"Going down the mountain" is as difficult as climbing.
In this secret realm, up and down seem to be somewhat inverted.
He Ao turned around and looked towards the 'uphill' direction at the end of the path.
Up and down are opposite, so climbing to the top of the mountain means falling into the abyss?
However, he did not hesitate and continued to move forward step by step.
He Ao didn't know how long he had been walking. Every time he took a step forward, the whispers in his ears got louder.
Until his brain was filled with twisted and chaotic whispers, every inch of the world was filled with this chaotic voice, and every inch of dust seemed to be whispering.
He raised his head and saw that there were no longer any twisted trees covering his eyes, and a piece of blood-red land had grown into a towering mountain peak.
And on the top of this mountain, a huge behemoth shrouded in human-shaped armor is covering the entire top of the mountain.
This behemoth was motionless and seemed to have died long ago. Its upper body was similar to a humanoid, completely shrouded in huge armor. The heart of the armor seemed to have been penetrated by some sharp weapon, leaving a huge hole.
And his lower body is made up of countless tentacles connected, extending from the huge armor, entrenched on the top of the mountain, as if another mountain peak is attached to the mountain peak.
The tips of these tentacles are not flesh and blood, but are made of countless various weapons. These steel weapons are connected to the bright red flesh and blood, which looks weird and fantastic. He Ao even vaguely saw the logo on those weapons.
Nuclear symbol of ammunition.
But he didn't have time to observe carefully. The moment he looked at this behemoth, huge and distorted information attacked his mind.
The severe pain from his soul caused him to stagger to his knees and sit on the ground, covering his head in pain. His skin squirmed, as if there were tentacles squirming under his skin, trying to break through the skin and gush out.
However, this information is different from the knowledge brought by the God of Knowledge.
The knowledge of the God of Knowledge is incomprehensible and indescribable. This knowledge will only burst He Ao's head, and no effective information can be obtained.
But this time, I don't know if it's because his soul has been strengthened, or he has been exposed to a deeper transcendence, or the existence in front of him no longer has the ability to encrypt knowledge.
Some of the knowledge that poured into He Ao's mind was barely understandable.
And along with this knowledge comes chaotic and distorted thinking.
These thoughts eroded He Ao's will, distorted his soul, and wanted to extend to his body.
He Ao quickly realized that these thoughts probably came from the remnants of that huge body, and they wanted to erode He Ao's soul and control He Ao's body.
Return from death.
He Ao quickly sorted out the knowledge that could be understood and looked for information that was useful to him.
Talent Sequence 5: Angry Man
Main material···
Talent Sequence 23: Fighter
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Talent sequence 50: Martial artist
Main material···
Talent sequence 98: Warrior
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Talent Sequence 170: Bloodthirsty
Main material····
At this moment, the twisted thoughts suddenly followed the mysterious connection and wanted to extend into He Ao's body.
He Ao suddenly recalled his thoughts, not fully reading the secret medicine formula of 'Bloodthirsty', but at the moment when his mind moved, he saw the talent sequence behind 'Bloodthirsty'.
Talent Sequence 242: Fanatic
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His thinking stagnated, and his consciousness instantly crossed the unknown boundary.
The whispers in my ears suddenly rose, and then suddenly disappeared.
He Ao, who was leaning on the carriage, suddenly opened his eyes, and the twisted thoughts that were about to spread to his body along the connection stayed at the last moment.
The world suddenly became quiet.
Everything is so silent.
The vehicle shuddered, as if it had passed a small slope.
The shaking shook He Ao out of his chaotic thoughts, and he rubbed his forehead.
The moment he returned from the blood-red dream, he felt a strong palpitation and palpitations as if he had fallen from a height.
With the shaking of the vehicle and the feedback of real tactile sensations around him, he slowly recovered from the heart palpitations.
That dream was not like some special ability, but more like an 'inspiration' formed by contact with some great beings in the void.
This kind of inspiration generally has a professional term, ‘divine inspiration’.
Theoretically, it is almost impossible for people who have never been exposed to extraordinary knowledge to come into contact with extraordinary things.
However, there are no absolutes in the world. Some people who are naturally endowed with a certain kind of "talent" will be more likely to be involved in the extraordinary world. They may even come into contact with the great existence outside the void through some items and gain enlightenment from the great existence.
Such people have a higher level of "inspiration" for the extraordinary and weird than ordinary people, and they are also more likely to go crazy than ordinary people.
Ronald is such a person.
This knowledge was told to him by the old man in charge of teaching at Ronald Camp.
However, divine enlightenment does not just require a high level of inspiration. It also requires some kind of special medium, which is usually an item that has some correlation with a great being.
It is unlikely that the nature that comes with Nell is anything related to a great being.
He Ao lowered his head and looked at the broken sword wrapped in cotton clothes in his arms.
At this moment, the broken sword has been exposed from the cotton-padded clothes, revealing the black core of the sword. A faint red stream of light overflows from the core of the sword and slowly dissipates.
