Simmons couldn't understand such power, his Adam's apple was surging, and he couldn't believe his good luck.
The existence behind the puppet in front of me shows its mystery, and is completely rational and friendly!
Rationality and friendliness, such valuable qualities, become even more unique when placed in those weird things that kill the whole city at every turn.
Never provoke the other party.
This is a warning Simmons gave himself.
Even if the other party is not as he said, he can destroy half of the starry sky with just one syllable. But at least, he is a being who is willing to communicate with mortals like himself and is willing to help himself.
It may even be the only one in the universe.
Simmons was like someone who had grasped the last straw. He couldn't help raising his hand, grabbing the arm of the puppet in front of him, and said in an awkward tone: "You...are you really a god? This is your arrival.
In the mortal body? I beg you, I beg you very much, redeem us, forgive us, and let us return to a real death!"
"I know you are in a hurry, please don't be anxious yet."
Zhang Zicheng first comforted the other party, but Kratos under his control still had a serious expression as if he had killed his whole family, which did not ease the atmosphere at the scene.
Simmons can understand Zhang Zicheng's language, but Zhang Zicheng cannot understand the other party's. Fortunately, the system can interpret simultaneously without any delay.
Simmons also noticed his gaffe, withdrew his hand and stood up again, taking a long breath to calm his mood.
At the same time, he also noticed that in the alley behind the puppet of God in front of him, some acquaintances were walking towards this side cautiously, but they did not dare to approach from a distance.
The location when these people woke up was not far from the square. They were the sane survivors summoned by Simmons in countless reincarnations.
Not only these, there are others, but they wake up farther away and take longer to get here.
But in total, there were only about twenty people in total, and they were the only people with whom we could communicate in this city with a population of hundreds of thousands.
Simmons raised his hand slightly to signal these people not to be afraid and to come closer.
When several people saw this, they looked at each other and then slowly approached.
Today's rational people, no one is afraid of death, but is afraid of adding new pollution to the body, or putting a greater burden on the spirit.
Since it seems that Simmons has not been further alienated, they have nothing to worry about. No matter how dangerous it is, death is the only option.
In reality, Zhang Zicheng touched his chin and thought for a while, then spoke again and asked: "I actually don't know much, but looking at your appearance now, you must have been contaminated by some evil god or something? Do you have any clues?
What?"
Upon hearing Zhang Zicheng's question, although Simmons's facial features had long been twisted together and wrapped in a thick layer of blood scab, he still showed a painful look in his one eye.
Obviously, hearing the word ‘evil god’, his association has already put a huge load on his spirit.
Fortunately, after all, they are the few people who have experienced decades of nightmare reincarnation and can still remain rational. Their spirits have been trained to the extreme.
Simmons only suffered for a moment, and then said in a slightly trembling tone: "The evil god... I dare not mention his name, and I have only seen a few words in some privately hidden books..."
As soon as these words began, the expressions of those who had gathered around suddenly changed. Some of them turned around and ran away, obviously not wanting to hear a single word.
However, there were two other people who showed shocked expressions after Zhang Zicheng spoke. They seemed to realize like Simmons that they could understand this unknown language. This stranger definitely had a good background, so they still suppressed their fear and stayed.
Come down.
Simmons continued to squeeze out everything he knew through his teeth: "When the stars return, chaos will rise from the ground, and the great ancient will wake up...His name is...His name is..." His voice became lower and lower. By the end, blood was oozing out of his one eye. The color of his clothes was getting darker and darker. Countless blood poured from his trouser legs to the ground. In the blink of an eye, the blood flowing out was already larger than Simmons' entire body.
The volume is even larger.
When the other two people who did not leave saw this, they were equally disgusted and frightened, but because they did not know the true name of the evil god, their reaction was not violent.
It’s just that they didn’t dare to let Simmons continue talking. It’s a small thing for Simmons to talk about himself, but it’s a big thing to pollute the spirit of the two.
So one of the shorter people immediately rushed forward, stretched out a hand that looked like a ball of mucus, and directly covered Simmons' face.
With his body stiff, Simmons was restrained by his companions without any resistance.
Another tall and thin man let out a sigh of relief. He was wearing a tall top hat, but his facial features were still in place, but his skin was shriveled and ulcerated, like a moving zombie.
He looked at Kratos and asked doubtfully: "Who are you? In the past hundreds of nightmares, I have never seen such a unique existence like you. Are you a foreigner?"
Zhang Zicheng originally saw Simmons starting to bleed all over his body when he said his name, and had already sent a voice message to stop him, but he was only two beats too slow after sending the voice message and then reducing the dimension. After sending the voice message, Simmons had been stopped, so he did not let him go.
System dimensionality reduction what you said.
At this time, Zhang Zicheng was thinking about Simmons' words.
When the stars return... Isn't this one of the classic lines about Cthulhu?
It seems that the world is really polluted by similar high-dimensional information.
In this case, the word "underground" appeared again in the other party's words, and I don't know whether the evil god in this earth is traditionally located at the bottom of the sea or in the center of the earth.
If the bottom of the sea is fine, Zhang Zicheng can try to control Kratos to kill the god.
Although it is not sure whether the God of War in the game is the opponent of the evil god and whether he can resist the indescribable pollution, at least the Kratos he controls does not have any sanity and consciousness, so he should not be too disturbed.
While he was thinking, Zhang Zicheng asked curiously when he heard what the tall-hatted man with a bad face said: "Hundreds of nightmares? What do you mean?"
At this time, Simmons had recovered, tore away the mucus covering his face, used his cane to lean on the ground to stand upright, and said in a somewhat depressed tone: "Dear...existence, our hometown is in the midst of an eternal nightmare.
Every time I wake up, I will suffer completely different disasters and sufferings. Such reincarnations are countless..."
This seems to be a setting from "Bloodborne"? No matter what happens to the protagonist of the game, every death is just waking up from a nightmare.
Zhang Zicheng suddenly felt a sense of guilt in his heart.
But he also remembered that Simmons said that the name of the evil god he heard was from a certain book, which meant that it had been recorded before...
Combined with the previous system, it was said that only when high-dimensional information does not conflict with low-dimensional information, low-dimensional information will not be overwhelmed by high-dimensional information.
This means that it is very likely that there were originally evil gods and the like in this world, so that they could not be directly destroyed after receiving high-dimensional information.
Zhang Zicheng breathed a sigh of relief.
Although playing games by yourself may have aggravated the deterioration of low-dimensionality, at least you are not the culprit, so there is no need to torture yourself in conscience.
Anyway, I am just a high-dimensional mortal, a stinky part-time worker, so I can't do anything about these things.
Speaking of this, Zhang Zicheng thought of the previous scene where the moon restored the earth.
So he whispered: "You talk about the nightmare of countless reincarnations? When I accidentally destroyed half of the starry sky when I said hello last time, I saw with my own eyes that your moon restored the world and resurrected all the dead. Could it be that,
The culprit is actually the moon?"
Hearing this, the three people present were all excited. They raised their heads and stared at the extremely bright full moon against the dark background high in the sky.
Simmons gritted his teeth under the bloody scab and clenched his cane tightly. His suppressed voice seemed to be roaring from his throat: "It's the moon! No...it's the moon!"
His eyes were full of hatred, but after a moment, he weakly loosened his fists and his whole body slumped.
The walking zombie wearing a top hat on the side had the same reaction as Simmons, and also whispered in a depressed voice: "But, what if we know it is the moon? What can we do when facing the stars in the sky?"
The atmosphere suddenly revealed despair again.
That's the moon.
Since ancient times, how many kings, ministers, generals and ministers have had this extravagant wish, but how many have gotten their wish over the past thousands of years?
Not one.
Human beings are not qualified to land on the moon.
Traveling among the stars and exploring the universe is just like the brain in medicine, which is a restricted area for gods.
Zhang Zicheng thought for a moment, shook his head and said: "After all, the moon resurrected everyone I accidentally killed. It may not have done a very good job in some places, but there is definitely some underlying reason."
The three of them looked at each other, and Simmons said helplessly: "Even if there is a real reason, how can we question the moon face to face?"
Zhang Zicheng smiled and said: "This is simple, I will take you there."
The three of them looked at Kratos with a straight face in front of them in astonishment.
The shortest man also raised his head, revealing a transparent gelatinous face without facial features, and said: "Uh-huh...?".