Lu Zhengkang originally thought that this sect was worshiping ancient snakes, but he did not expect that they were following the path of Aum Shinrikyo (ADC).
If the worship of ancient snakes is still to obtain perverted pleasure in sadism, and at least it has clear teachings, then Aum Shinrikyo is a complete nihilism and depravity, born out of complete despair of the world, and the pursuit of the meaning of existence has completely stopped.
, their existence is to destroy and take revenge on the present world. In this process, their motivation is not to pursue happiness and abnormal satisfaction, nor to find the meaning of their existence, nor even to have a clear direction for the future.
This is a group of spiritual dwellers living in a surreal space. Just like the sect palace presented in front of Lu Zhengkang, this is also their spiritual dwelling, their utopia, and their Noah's Ark.
For a group of NPCs living in a game, when they realize that they are living in a game in a higher dimension, the complete stripping and torture is undoubtedly an excellent breeding ground for the birth of such a cult. And in the nameless place
In a post-apocalyptic time and space like this, in a terrifying abyss where the apocalypse has happened and new life will never come, it is strange that there is no such cult.
Lu Zhengkang could see where they were coming from, and some ripples of emotion could not help but appear in his numb heart. It couldn't be said to be a superior mockery, but a bit of sympathy. After all, he himself had experienced cognitive collapse, but at the same time, he was also contemptuous.
It is easy to go along with the world, but the most difficult thing is to persist in the idea of victory in your heart.
Lu Zhengkang's soul is light, he is the light of this world, so dazzling, he will bring changes that will completely change the pattern of the Nameless Island, but, "outsider, I see the sins in you, so deep,
So, wonderful!”
This candle bearer obviously recognized Lu Zhengkang as a companion, "You have destroyed two shelters, no, two gods. You are really... destiny!"
Lu Zhengkang's emotional reaction was very slow. After hearing this, he nodded slowly, "My fault."
"No, no, no, how can this be a fault?" The person holding the candle was a young and handsome Sun Elf man. His thin cheeks glowed with a layer of yellow light like mutton oil, which was illuminated red by the bone wax fire in his hand, so
The whole thing looks like a greasy orange-red color, like oil paint
Like a mask, the happy and excited smile on his face was twisted into a sly smile, "You are just correcting the world, bringing the light of the Great Destruction to this lifeless world, making the destruction more complete, and bringing these old-era things to life.
The remnants of the party will be completely eliminated..."
Lu Zhengkang slowly stretched out his hand and pinched the candle-holder's neck, "Shh...shut up."
Zhuzhuren's face turned red again. He was grabbed by the throat and could not speak. Lu Zhengkang reached out to search in his arms and found a rusty iron key. "Is this the one that opens the door?" Lu Zhengkang looked at it.
The palace of the Church of Destruction.
"...No, that's right, ah." Zhuzhuren squeezed out the words from deep in his throat, and was then thrown away by Lu Zhengkang. He was thrown all the way out of the suspended platform, and then fell straight into the sky, turning into thousands of people.
A new body in the pit.
Lu Zhengkang entered the shelter. From the outside, it looked very simple and dilapidated. Inside, it was even more shabby, with simple earthworks and even a layer of yellow mist covering the surface of the building.
Here, the Great Destruction is personified, a hundred-winged black dragon sculptured from tree roots, or Nidhogg, the root digger of the twin trees of time and space.
Lu Zhengkang looked at Nidhogg's statue with cold eyes.
The leader stepped forward and said, "Outsiders, I'm here to greet you. Are you ready to destroy this dying world?"
"I want to go to the top of the tower, is there anything I can do?"
"..." The leader seemed stunned, "Why do you want to go there?"
"I'm looking for revelation."
"Utta? Are you looking for her? Then I'm afraid I can't help you." The leader shook his head, "To be honest, you can't find Utta there. She has fallen. If you go, you can only see some things that are not there."
The past of meaning.”
"You were once from the Obsidian Tower?"
"Yes." The leader is an alien with blue skin, soft ocher red beards on his arms, a pointed beak and furry cheeks, his head looks like a bird, and he has the brand of slave on his forehead.
, his expression makes it difficult to distinguish between happiness and anger, and is unpredictable.
"I still have to go and see."
"Eh..." the leader sighed, "We will not stop you, but we will not provide you with help, but you are destined to return disappointed."
Lu Zhengkang murmured, "Down is up, and the miracle of Taiyi is fulfilled in this way. Utra is not at the top of the tower, she is underground, in the deepest underground, right?"
The leader glared, "You..."
Lu Zhengkang nodded, "I understand. I will not kill you for now, and I will go find Utra."
He began to climb the Palace of Destruction. The first floor was a refuge, and the second floor was a place full of dangers.
The supervisors have said that if you want to witness the dusty secrets, you must bear the severest punishment.
The Obsidian Tower is an area where mysterious creatures are imprisoned and forbidden experiments are conducted. When the Great Destruction came, these prisoners escaped.
Lu Zhengkang blinked, and the sword circle behind him suddenly vibrated. When he turned around, he saw SCP-173, a big concrete doll that could move quickly when the observer closed his eyes, and then twist off the person's head. He could only stare at it.
It was still at rest, and it was considered a very famous protected object. Lu Zhengkang also collected some mysterious things during his years as the pope of the Flying Noodle Sect. 137 was his most desired collection, but he did not expect it to be picked up by the mages.
Gone.
Lu Zhengkang raised his hand and used his sword energy to set up a small Void Tibetan Boundary Formation, and took 137 into a different space. This was solved. To deal with such unreasonable things, exile them if you can, and seal them if you can't. They really can't be dealt with.
Just ignore it, this kind of thing is a characteristic of the game and is difficult to eliminate.
All the way up.
Lu Zhengkang also encountered a forbidden experimental subject made from Kraken as a material. It was quite strong. If he had not refined the flying sword before, he would have had a hard fight.
As for now.
All battles would be boring in Lu Zhengkang's hands, and he himself didn't have any exciting emotions. After being eroded by repeated hallucinations, he had turned into a shriveled old sponge, numb to everything.
Finally, he reached the top floor.
This is the deepest part of the Obsidian Tower, and it is also the highest point.
In the dark space, he saw a woman in white with butterfly wings, Utra, the Red City, the fallen woman.
Lu Zhengkang blinked, and Dieyi Utra quietly appeared behind him. He waved his hand violently, and the cold and white energy suddenly struck at the back of his neck.
