The consciousness space of the God Star is a bit crowded now, and there are all kinds of floating shadows everywhere. There are humans, elves, and dwarves. Some are struggling, some are confused, some are roaring, and it is a mess.
"They are all recently deceased, they should be residents of the cities destroyed by Nan Mian." Anthony said.
"The soul of death returns to the divine star, exactly like the god of light. No wonder you found Ange, he is familiar with this trick." Negris said.
Fighting in the consciousness space is a very strange way of fighting. Here, the power of the body cannot be projected in. It relies on various changes and embodiment techniques, and it relies on experience.
Among the people present, only Ange had experience in fighting with gods, so Anthony made the right decision to call for help.
On the surface of the light ball in the consciousness space, countless newly dead intelligent creatures are floating and sinking there. Some of them still retain their last sanity, and they don't even realize that they are dead, or have realized something, and they are busy flapping their hands.'
The water's surface, trying to escape from there.
A mother was holding an infant baby and looking around blankly. She was a little confused as she watched the people around her floating up and down.
Finally, her eyes fell on Anthony and the others, and she seemed to realize something. There was a look of panic and fear on her face, and she subconsciously looked at the baby in her arms, and then struggled towards this side quickly.
In the space of consciousness, when you realize something, the body will gain weight, and sinking will begin. The woman fell to the surface of the water as soon as she took a step, and sank to the bottom.
She struggled to swim, struggling to swim in the direction of Anthony and others. Unfortunately, the surface of the light ball was not water, and no matter how good the water quality was, it was meaningless here.
As your consciousness becomes clearer, the embodied form becomes heavier, and the heavier things sink faster, until they finally sink into it and become part of the divine star.
The woman swam for a few times before she was submerged. She struggled to reveal her face, and struggled to hold the baby in her hands toward Anthony, with expectations and prayers in her eyes.
Anthony felt helpless, regretful and pitiful in his heart, but his face was kind and resolute. He nodded with a smile and took the child from the woman's hand.
There was a look of relief on the woman's face, with a hint of a smile, and she slowly sank into the water.
When the woman completely sank into the water, the baby in Anthony's hand immediately began to disintegrate, and soon turned into bits of gravel and leaked into the water from Anthony's hand.
Anthony sighed. From the moment the woman swam toward him, he knew it would end like this. The woman's child was too young and even had no sound consciousness, so it was impossible for it to manifest in this consciousness space.
This child is only her manifestation, a part of her consciousness. It will dissipate immediately after leaving her, and no one can save it. However, Anthony still very professionally made a gesture of "Leave it to me, you can rest assured" to comfort her.
The last bit of obsession.
"May you and your children return to the embrace of light." Anthony said.
After the blessing, Anthony slowly sank into the ball of light, with only his head showing, and said: "Come down, it's too conspicuous, and it's easy to get entangled."
Ange and Nigris quickly retreated into the water. Ange was most afraid of trouble, but Nigris was used to being cowardly. When he thought of being entangled by various obsessions, he wanted to shrink his head.
Enter the stomach.
So it shrank and shrank, shrinking into the size of an embryonic dragon. In its subconscious, the most comfortable time was when it was an embryonic dragon.
Everyone shrunk down to only one head, and then looked at each other. Nigris said: "What should we do now? Is there a key missing? Where is the little ghost?"
The Little Ghost is the main force in absorbing the Godhead of Light. Without it, it would be useless for Ange to win the God War. At most, he would only destroy the God of Arbitration and not take possession of the Godhead of Light as his own.
Ange raised his little arms and shook his head.
"Can't you call it over? What should we do now?" Nigris asked.
Ange tilted his head and listened for a while, then turned his head and swam in a certain direction.
In fact, it is wrong to talk about swimming. There is not real water here. As long as their minds move, they can move forward without even moving their feet.
Wherever you pass, you are surrounded by tumbling shadows with faces of fear, anger, unwillingness, shock, and relief. Those who can still maintain a certain level of sanity here are basically those with stronger beliefs, but their belief is stronger at this moment.
Not a good thing.
It would be a good thing if you could die unknowingly, but you should retain a certain amount of sanity here. In the ups and downs, you can realize your own death and the irreversibility. From confusion to despair, you can deeply experience this feeling, that feeling.
It feels more painful than suffocation.
Moving all the way, Anthony and Negris saw countless faces like this, painful, ferocious, and twisted. Some of them saw Ange and his party passing by in despair, and they went from shock to surprise, as if they were grasping at a life-saving straw.
Trying to come closer.
However, the more active the consciousness, the heavier the embodied form became and the faster it sank. At the last moment of sinking, when Ange and his party saw that they had no intention of saving them, their eyes projected endless resentment.
Nigris wiped away the cold sweat and said: "Fortunately, I shrank down. It would be too uncomfortable if I was entangled."
It's a bit unbearable now. If it doesn't shrink down, more consciousness will discover them, and there will be more prayers, expectations and resentments.
Just moving forward like this, I don't know how long it took, Ange suddenly stopped, and then shrank his head under the water, leaving only a pair of eyes outside, quietly looking into the distance.
This is the space of consciousness, and everything is a projection of thoughts. Ange's move means that he believes that it is not safe to expose his head, and he must dive deeper.
Ange didn't think it was safe, so Anthony and Nigris quickly followed suit and retracted their heads completely, revealing only a pair of eyes, looking in the direction of Ange's gaze.
On the surface of the water, there are three rings inside each other. The center point of the ring is a swallowing abyss the size of a fist. The three rings are constantly rotating, locking the swallowing abyss firmly in the center position.
"What is this?" Nigris asked in surprise.
This is the space of consciousness. The ring and the swallowing abyss should be the embodiment of a certain consciousness. What consciousness embodies these things? What does it represent?
Soon Nigris knew what it meant. He saw a fountain rising on the surface of the 'calm' sea of consciousness, and a phantom was lifted into the sky and condensed. It was the Lord of the Starborn.
I saw him standing quietly like a candle, then drifting straight forward, moving in front of the ring and the swallowing abyss.
As if sensing his arrival, an angry roar came from the Devouring Abyss, and a face suddenly bulged out of the abyss, as if to protrude: "Traitor, let me out!"
"Hiss... Is this the will of the divine star? It is not unconscious, but it is imprisoned? This Lord of the Stars has imprisoned an eternal divine light?" Negris said in shock.