After a long silence, Wilson finally spoke. He raised his head and thanked the scholar seriously.
At that moment, he realized he was not alone.
Before he knew it, he had gained a lot of sense of belonging in that world and got to know so many living people. How happy he was to have a trustworthy partner.
After he finished speaking, he didn't know why, but he suddenly felt that his whole body relaxed slightly, and he was no longer so nervous and anxious.
If the face is wrong, the face is always wrong.
"If I go with him, I will encounter a lot of dangers." Wilson couldn't help but remind him.
"It doesn't matter," the geologist said in a relaxed tone, "after all, he has experienced despair, and he still believes in the light of miracles."
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Jagula did not look eastward or pay attention to the path to the east, because space and distance were meaningless at that place.
Is that a place that is beyond the real world, where time and space are in a mess, and the dimensions are twisted together like a ball of wool, making people crazy.
Maybe at this moment and at that point, the glaze jumps to another place in an instant.
The underlying logic of chaos and madness is vividly demonstrated here.
Jagula was holding a green potted plant in his arms, with a look of helplessness on his face.
His figure appeared at a certain point in a certain dimension, and disappeared in an instant, avoiding anything with the concept of angles.
Time and history were also laid out in front of him. He saw all the people of different ages, different races, and different skin colors. They were fighting, killing, building, dancing, and singing. They were in the inaccessible desert, walking around the campfire,
They flew monoplanes in the air. They sailed on the sea in canoes and huge steamships. In dark caves, they painted bison and mammoths on the walls, using weird futuristic kicks to smear them.
Huge canvas.
However, despite all the strange scenes, Jakula quickly left just a little away, leaving a series of phantoms behind him.
Shortly after Jagula left, countless years had passed in the Wanderer. Anyway, time is a thing without much meaning.
Just stretch your neck and you can see farther and farther into the past. Angles and curves surround it. Through the curves, you can see large chunks of time. There are times that are out of line and times that are in angles.
Creatures that exist in angular time cannot enter angular time.
Perhaps that is a very unimaginable concept, after all, no one can understand what creatures living in curved angles look like.
Normal people's eyes can't observe it, which is simply crazy and meaningless.
Jakula tries his best to jump on roads with many curves, and when encountering an angle, he wisely chooses to retreat or whether to move forward.
Even though he had tried his best to avoid those concepts, tried his best to hide his figure, and erased the traces behind him, there were still circles of invisible patterns rippling behind him.
The pattern is like the ripples of a pebble passing through the water, or a stream of mucus left behind by a crawling snail.
Anyone who walks through it will definitely leave traces behind.
No matter what he did, it was inevitable.
And behind him, those invisible beings chasing him were desperately following those traces, tracking Jakula's figure.
They have no specific shape, and there is no way to describe their specific appearance in words. They pass through those angles in an extremely weird way, as if people are walking on flat ground.
Just like a hound, sniffing for those conspicuous traces, vowing to track the prey to the ends of the earth.
They are a bit like things in the myth of autumn, with weird shapes, and the figures carved on some ancient stone slabs accidentally discovered are a bit like them. Some Greeks once gave them names, calling them trees, snakes, and flat turtles--but that
cover up their ugliness.
Everything happened before time, and everything happened after time. Those past events passed through the corners in the dark recesses of time.
They are thirsty and hungry!
All the evil and dirty things in the universe seem to be gathered in that unseen body.
No, it cannot be said that there is no body.
Because they do not have real material bodies.
But they might be breathing. For a while, Jagula relaxed a little, and they immediately tracked him with those traces. The hateful sound of breathing seemed to linger in his ears, trying to rush in and tear him apart.
Bite him.
But all that is no illusion.
At the moment when the prey is about to be hunted down, the prey miraculously disappears at the original point, leaving only a series of confusing traces.
Jagula transcends time, jumping from the original era of ignorant apes to the future.
He glanced at the modern big city made of steel, concrete and soil to the east of his feet, including the ruins of the city and the community overgrown with weeds.
They sniffed Jagula's breath again, landed in a corner of a certain community, and tried to pounce on the wrong party.
In an instant, Jagula disappeared into that space and time again. He saw Miskatonic University, the Ultra cubs discussing in the library, and the writing in the principal's office.
Lovecraftian principal of something.
Principal Lovecraft seemed to notice something and looked at the corner of the office.
A series of shadows seemed to flash across there.
The principal raised a smile, and then looked away casually.
There are no demons following Jagula, because in their space of activity, there are no relevant concepts, no thoughts, no morals, and no mistakes in human society.
Have they deviated from their purity and become the corpses of death and containers that hide dirt and evil?
There is purity and filth there. The filthiness is expressed through angles, and the purity is expressed through curves.
Everything that I heard seemed absurd.
But it is not a real part of that world.
Jakura hugged the potted plant and greeted a certain bastard through gritted teeth.
After getting two monster cards, he planned to use the curve to quickly jump into the dreamland of a certain cub and bring about a new trial.
But he never expected it.
As soon as he entered that space-time distortion, he was quickly tracked by them.
Nyarlathotep caught one of them and went to make a monster card.
It turns out that of course it failed.
But they deeply remembered the smell of the culprit.