Chapter 300 The body of hatred, tachyon time and space
"Anzel World...Fantasy Realm..."
On the rough sea, Mu Cang, whose figure seemed to be ethereal, smiled softly and said, "I'm finally here."
"but……"
He slightly lowered his head and looked at his body, and said with some dissatisfaction, "Tsk, now I am equivalent to a ghost, without even a substantial body.
And the energy level is too weak, probably on par with the Indestructible Vajra, well, I need the ‘material’ for growth.”
As he spoke, Mu Cang slowly raised his head and looked at the distant ship in front of him with flickering eyes:
"Frustration, anxiety, sorrow... Yes, these steaming and restless emotions of hatred are so majestic that they almost overflow.
But... they are all suppressed, is it because of my timid heart, haha, this is not good."
As he said that, Mu Cang's figure suddenly turned into a faint ray of light, blowing towards the troop transport ship that was bumping in the undulating waves with a roar.
call--
While the wind was blowing slowly, there was also a faint voice that spoke directly to the soul:
"Release the suppressed emotions, don't hesitate, don't worry, open the door of your heart and release the devil, let it roar, let it roar."
Kakaka!
Thunder flashed and rain poured down.
Often it is the violent wind and rain outside and the warmth and quiet inside the cabin that make people feel more tired.
The soldiers on the troop carrier at the rear of the fleet were no exception.
They just waited for dinner to be delivered, finished eating, and then climbed into bed to rest.
However, the meal was not ready yet, so the soldiers had no choice but to gather their friends in various cabins to chat and play cards.
While enjoying the silence before arriving at the battlefield, I waited for dinner to arrive.
Unlike the Templar Legion soldiers who were enjoying the quiet, the rear kitchen of the troop transport was brightly lit at this moment.
Because many chefs and kitchen workers have been overwhelmed by the turbulent work, so busy that they can't even touch the ground.
They had to provide meals for the many sailors and crew on this large ship, as well as dinner for thousands of soldiers.
It's really hard work.
Sailors can have a simple meal, but soldiers are sent to fight on the front lines of bloody seas and must not be neglected.
So today the young chef in the big kitchen, who is the captain's son, was particularly irritable, and his originally handsome face was filled with an anxious and angry look.
He kept yelling at the chefs and kitchen workers to move quickly and not delay things.
The new kitchen worker apprentice was still clumsy because he was not familiar with the work, so he scolded him so hard that he couldn't hold his head up: "You are ugly and stupid at work, you look like a slug turned into a spirit!"
The head chef turned to face the apprentice again, and a short, fat old man scolded him angrily: "Look, this is the apprentice you taught, and the oysters are served to the table before they are even washed? Who will be responsible for the soldiers' stomachs when the time comes, you do it
Are you responsible?!"
"I will teach him well, don't be angry, don't be angry." The old man said haha in embarrassment, turned around and slapped the apprentice hard, and shouted, "Why are you standing there standing there on horseback? Why don't you go to work!"
The apprentice scratched the back of his head and showed an ugly smile to the indifferent head chef and angry master, then hurriedly ran to wash the oysters.
After the head chef lost his temper and walked away, the old man wiped the saliva from his face, walked up to the apprentice and yelled angrily: "Can you stop making trouble for me every day? Are you stupid? Just use snacks.
No, can’t it?!”
The apprentice just lowered his head dullly: "Yes, yes, I will definitely pay attention. I will never be careless again."
"You know how to talk nonsense. If your uncle hadn't entrusted me with this, who would have taken care of you, I would have told you to get out."
"Yes, you are right."
The old man shook his head and walked away quickly, continuing to work on his own affairs and ignoring him.
The apprentice sat on an old pony and washed the oysters one by one in a large iron basin with his head down, his expression unclear.
At this time, the head chef walked around and walked up to him and sneered coldly: "Work hard slug, if you dare to be so sloppy next time, huh!"
After finishing speaking, he swaggered through the busy crowd and left the big kitchen.
"well--"
The apprentice sighed and continued to work hard despite the stench.
While he was busy, a seemingly distant voice suddenly reached his ears.
As soon as this sound enters the ears, it ignores the apprentice's layers of psychological defense and reaches the deepest part of his consciousness, thinking and heart.
The voice said:
"You have an ordinary appearance, are thin, short, and slow to react. Both your parents are dead and you have nothing. You cannot be interested in anything, and you dare not be interested.
Over the years, no one has cared about you, and of course, no one has truly loved you. You have no skills and nothing to be proud of.
You feel that you are incompetent and frustrated, so you close yourself tightly in a small world, blaming and resenting yourself endlessly.”
This voice seemed to have magical properties, making the apprentice tremble from the first word.
He felt as if his entire body had been completely seen through, with no trace of secret left.
"In the endless blame and resentment, the emotion of being powerless but eager to change your life is constantly gnawing at your self.
When you are alone, you cannot see any hope for the future, not at all.
You feel like you will always be stuck at the bottom, unable to get over, and there is nothing you can do about it.
What's even more sad is that you know clearly that your misfortune has nothing to do with anyone else, it's just because fate didn't care about you.
Even so, you are still jealous. You are jealous of why others have both parents, why others have handsome faces, why others can speak well, and why others have bright futures.
You know this is not good, but besides jealousy, what else do you have left? Oh, yes, you still have stubbornness, the stubbornness that you will definitely make a difference when you are born in this world, and that your life will not be so mediocre.
Stubbornness, stubbornness that believes that one will definitely meet the love of his life.
What a pity, this useless stubbornness is the only support you rely on to survive in the world, it is your only remaining dignity, and your only pride."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! When hearing this, the apprentice clenched his teeth, his eyes straightened, and intense flashes of light gradually appeared in his brown-gray eyes.
"Anxiety arises from jealousy, sorrow arises from anxiety, sadness arises from sorrow, loneliness arises from sorrow, and pain arises from loneliness."
That extremely demonic voice whispered quietly in the depths of his soul:
"So...you have nothing, why do you still worry, why do you still hesitate? Since you think the world owes you, then dig out the pain in your heart and hit it hard at the source of your pain.
"
呲呲～
Amidst the soft sound of water flowing, the apprentice suddenly grabbed an unwashed oyster and broke the shell open with his fingers.
Katcha!
The sharp carapace edges did not leave any marks on its fingers.
He brought the still-living oyster to his mouth and sucked it in, completely ignoring the strong fishy smell and munching on it.
"You are jealous of the chef, and you hate his insults to you. Since he called you a slug, then you should use the power of a slug to retaliate against him..."
The magical voice fades away.
As the apprentice was chewing oysters, several dark holes suddenly appeared on the surface of his exposed arms, legs and feet.
Then, a few slugs (slugs) as thick as a thumb quickly crawled out of the hole dragging turbid mucus and fell into the large iron basin.
Grrrrrrrrrr!
As soon as the slugs entered the water, they quickly and greedily gnawed at each of the oysters, sucking up all their body fluids in just one bite.
After a burst of water boiling, the entire basin of oysters dried up and shrank, no longer showing any signs of life.
These slugs are all blood-sucking poisonous insects.
Zizzi!
At this time, the apprentice suddenly kicked Mazar away, stood up, and left the kitchen without notifying anyone.
As he walked, his lowered eyes slowly turned red with each step, until they were as scarlet as blood.
In those blood-like eyes, there was clearly a cruel and violent malice.
At the same time, the demonic voice just now suddenly appeared in the hearts of hundreds of people on the entire ship.
Under the influence of this voice, hundreds of people's hearts and minds quickly became chaotic and violent.
ten minutes later.
Captain's interior.
Captain Andrew sat comfortably in a deck chair and smoked a pipe.
He is already fifty years old. He has been working as a sailor since he was less than 20 years old. After decades of hard work, he finally took the position of captain of this big ship five years ago.
After completing this last trip, the troop carriers arranged by the Templar Legion can retire honorably and go home to hug their grandchildren.
"I hope there won't be any trap." The old captain said to himself.
Just as he was thinking about the future, the first mate suddenly pushed the door open and came in anxiously.
The captain immediately looked serious and sat upright, asking in a deep voice: "What, what happened?"
After hearing his superior's question, the first mate hesitated to say: "Your son... died on the deck."
"What?!" The captain was so dizzy that he almost fell off his chair.
Seeing this, the first mate hurriedly stepped forward to support his superior and said hurriedly: "Captain, are you okay?"
"I'm fine." The old captain gasped and hissed, "Hurry up and help me...Hurry up and help me to the deck!"
Upon hearing this, the first mate immediately hesitated and said: "I suggest you... it's better not to go."
"Ah?" The captain turned to look at him blankly and growled, "Can't I look at my son?!"
"No, no." The first mate shook his head quickly, and then said, "Yes, your son died too tragically. There were holes all over his body and all the blood... was sucked dry."
"Uh..." After hearing this, the captain rolled his eyes and almost fainted to the ground.
But at this moment, the ajar door was suddenly knocked open, and an old sailor with a ferocious expression and his face covered in blood rushed in with a knife. When he saw the frightened captain and first mate, he immediately screamed:
"You two will bully me all day long! Deduct my salary! Don't let me take a vacation! Don't let me go home! I'll chop you to death! Ahhh!
"
With a ferocious beast-like roar, the two men were quickly chopped into pieces by the white-haired old sailor.
But before he could catch his breath, a young sailor with a grin on his face rushed in and stabbed the old sailor in the back with a broken mop pole. Not only did he stab him once, but he stabbed him again and again.
Down, until the old sailor fell weakly, he screamed viciously:
"You old man cheated me out of money and used my name to trick my mother into remitting money. If you don't teach me anything, what kind of master are you? You're going to die on your own!"
Then he stabbed the corpse several times with a ferocious expression.
"Kill!"
"I'll chop you to death!"
"Ha ha ha ha!"
"Die to me, die to me!"
Noisy screams and roars kept coming from outside the captain's room.
Following the sound, he left the room and came to the deck, only to see blood on the deck outside and mutilated corpses everywhere.
Everyone who was still alive had blood-red eyes and was killing each other with kitchen knives, sticks, wooden boards, and table legs.
It's not just this deck.
In every area of the entire ship, from top to bottom, inside and out, there are Wuyang Wuyang people killing each other selflessly.
Following this weird and terrifying fight, waves of anger, resentment, and pain boiled to the point of becoming substantial and rolled into bundles and rushed into the sky.
At the same time, there were dozens of other troop transport ships far or near from this large ship, and a full-scale fight was taking place on each large ship.
Everyone is shouting and killing selflessly.
Just to vent the almost endless anger in my heart.
And after these emotions appeared, they turned into dark torrents and rushed high into the sky.
Rumble, rumble!
The intense hatred emerging from the hearts of hundreds of thousands of people accumulated in the boundless sky and suddenly condensed into a huge whirlpool.
As more and more people died in the fleet below, the whirlpool became more solid.
In just a few minutes, the entire Templar Legion troop transport fleet was dead.
The whirlpool completely condensed into a humanoid entity.
Buzz——
After a burst of bright light, the entity transformed into Mu Cang's appearance.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! At this time, the aura he exuded suddenly changed from the weak to almost nothing when he arrived twenty minutes ago, to the morning star level.
Mu Cang, surprisingly, used his endless anger to condense into a body of hatred.
"call--"
He opened his eyes slightly and smiled leisurely, "I finally have some basic strength. Although it's not much, it's just enough, and..."
Then, his material-like body slowly landed and stood on the turbulent black-blue sea.
"It's so interesting. It was only after I actually reached this fantasy realm at the end of the spiritual world that the imaginations of billions of sentient beings in endless three-dimensional parallel realities were condensed, and condensed a usable body that I discovered...
…”
Mu Cang slowly spread his arms and said with a leisurely smile, "The space-time structure here is actually so loose, and the rules of movement of matter and energy are so illusory. It's almost... in vain!"
As he spoke, he raised his slender palm and casually swept it towards the huge and silent fleet in front of him.
boom!
An extremely violent and violent wave of magic power burst out from Mu Cang's fingers in an instant, roaring all the way towards the fleet that stretched for thousands of meters from beginning to end.
Boom boom boom!
Boom boom boom boom!
After a rumbling explosion that was enough to shock the eardrums, the fleet carrying the corpses of hundreds of thousands of glorious country soldiers turned into powder.
Even a ferocious ravine with a width of a hundred meters and an endless stretch as far as the eye can see suddenly appeared on the sea surface ahead.
It wasn't until a few seconds later that the trench was filled up by the surge of tens of thousands of tons of sea water.
"and……"
Mu Cang suddenly raised his head and looked up at the restless sky, at the boundless gray sky where thunderstorms and violent rain danced together. His eyes suddenly became chaotic and ethereal, as if he was looking into the deepest part of the 'structure' and 'composition' of Anzel's world.
In an instant, no matter thunder and lightning, strong wind, rain or cumulus clouds, they were ruthlessly 'torn apart' layer by layer by his perception that had completely reached the accuracy of the basic particle level and his high-dimensional consciousness that completely transcended the three-dimensional structure.
The veil of 'chi distance' goes straight to the ultimate source.
From the molecular level, to the atomic level, to the subatomic level, to the nuclear level... all the way to the level of basic particles, he finally saw...
"That's it, that's it!"
Mu Cang's wide-open eyes flashed brightly, and everything around him suddenly became distant and unreal in his eyes.
Huhuhu——
Wave after wave of 'torrents' that seemed real, illusory, imaginary, real, large, or small passed by his side up and down, left, and right, and at an unimaginable speed.
wrong!
Mu Cang felt that he was simply standing quietly in a torrent with an infinite cross-sectional diameter rushing from all directions.
At the same time, in this huge and strange torrent, every inch and every bit seems to have been processed by countless pairs of skillful hands, and everything has been 'sewn' into strands of almost materialized information flow.
In his precise perception, the entire Anzel world and even the wider fantasy realm seemed to be composed of this torrent that didn't know where it came from or where it was going.
Just like a beautifully drawn 2D animation, it seems that the characters inside are just sitting by the flowing river and fishing quietly.
But in essence, each of his slow movements is composed of countless frames of static drawing paper superimposed.
"This torrent... is composed of matter and materialized information with an imaginary mass."
On this sea, time and space suddenly distorted and transformed.
In this extreme change, Mu Cang, whose body image also became strange and hazy, suddenly realized:
"Yes, the matter in this torrent... is imaginary matter. They are all super-light particles that only exist in theory - tachyons!"
In an instant, Mu Cang understood what the basic structure of the fantasy realm was.
It is different from the real universe.
The fantasy realm is basically an infinite vast space and time that is formed with infinite tachyons as the skeleton and infinite information as the flesh and blood. At the same time, this flesh and blood and skeleton inherit the imagination of infinite trillions of intelligent beings from endless three-dimensional space and time.
