Flashes of light flowed among the thorns, the thoughts of the ancient gods spread in the darkness, the broken bodies passed through the slits between the thorns, and the shaky will crossed the abyss of madness and ignorance.
How long have I been traveling in this space filled with chaos? How much pollution from the ancient gods have I been exposed to? Is I now a complete individual, or is I just a person floating in chaos, who is about to be destroyed by this world?
Fragments absorbed by Chaos Assimilation?
Agatha could no longer distinguish. She could not distinguish anything. She could not even distinguish the boundary between her body and the vast chaos around her. In her field of vision, her body seemed to be a mass in the water.
The ink gradually dispersed, and the edges of the body showed a blurry, liquid-like texture. It seemed that she was not walking forward in this darkness, but in a viscous fluid similar to her own body.
flowing forward.
She knew that everything was about to reach its limit - the elements. She didn't know whether these things had created anything in the world, but it was obvious that they created her current body.
Ice dissolves in water, atomizes in wind, and the counterfeit condensed from the elements will return to the "sea" composed of elements, and the so-called "personal will" in this body will soon become this
An inconspicuous light point in the chaotic "sea" becomes the "nutrient" for the shimmering lights that keep wandering among the thorns.
She is just a fake, she is just a shadow. She has the memory of twenty-four years of life. In that memory are her hometown, her comrades, everything she loves and hates - but those twenty-four years of life really belong to
Hers may only last three days, or even less.
For some reason, Archon Winston's voice seemed to suddenly echo in his mind, with a sigh and regret——
"Meaningless……"
A living person with a real life annotated his life in this endless darkness, while a fake with only three days to live was walking through the darkness in an attempt to face the ancient gods.
"How stupid..."
Agatha sighed softly, her voice melting into the darkness and turning into weak ripples. In her mind, endless information was rising and falling, and the mysterious will composed of "0" and "1" washed away.
into her mind.
She knew that she was about to be melted into this huge will - even if it only stored the "flash thoughts" of the ancient god at a certain moment, its huge scale was not comparable to her weak mind.
But it doesn't matter, she has arrived.
She had passed through the huge jungle made of thorns and reached the deepest part of the darkness.
The "wrist" like a giant pillar supporting the sky stood quietly in front of her. The surface of the giant pillar was covered with mysterious dark blue fine lines. In the dim and chaotic background, it seemed like something recording ancient truths.
's monument.
Agatha slowly raised her head, stretched out her hand again, and tried to touch the thing.
Black debris and smoke rose and drifted across her vision.
Her skin had already been scratched with countless wounds by thorns, and the black mud-like substance was pouring out of her body like mist at this moment, dissipating and melting into the surrounding space. The rising black fragments and smoke were all coming out of her body.
thing.
Agatha felt that she must look like a terrifying doll with cracks all over her body at this time. Even if she was wrapped in bandages, she might not be able to cover up this terrifying appearance.
At the same time, the ancient god's "tentacle" did not respond to her touch.
It didn't show any powerful power, nor did it show any terrifying side. It didn't even show any reaction to external stimuli - there was only a slightly cold and soft touch from the fingertips, and it was a little rough.
Is it because this place is just an illusion projected from the deep sea? Or is it because your existence is too small to attract the attention of the ancient gods?
Agatha frowned, thinking about what else she could do at this last moment, but after thinking for a long time, she found that she seemed to have nothing left to do.
She has reached the end and understood the truth of this darkness. She passed through the thorn bush that symbolized the thoughts of the ancient gods, and witnessed part of the true appearance of the Netherworld Holy Lord at the end of this darkness - she even touched it with her own hands.
The tentacles of this ancient god.
There is no more truth for him to discover, and there is no more mission for him to complete - this last stretch of road is more about satisfying his own obsession than fulfilling his responsibilities as a gatekeeper.
Now, it's time to rest.
So Agatha breathed out softly, letting her body relax, slowly turned around, and leaned against the huge tentacle, like leaning on a pillar.
"I should be able to travel without a soul..." Some weird thoughts suddenly popped up in Agatha's mind, and she leaned in the darkness and muttered to herself, but soon she laughed at herself and shook her head, "Definitely not.
, if I had a soul, I would definitely cause a lot of trouble to the 'gatekeeper' on that side when I passed through that door... And I passed by, what should I do with 'her'? A person can't pass through that door.
Daomen twice...
"I don't know what's going on at the cathedral...have the guys who went down the well gone back...but it seems they don't need to worry..."
She just muttered to herself in the darkness, as if she couldn't control the flow of her thoughts, and what was on her mind came out unconsciously.
But at this moment, a strange burning sensation suddenly interrupted her soliloquy.
Agatha suddenly woke up from her daze. At this moment, she felt the flames scorching herself. The terrible burning sensation seemed to burn through her soul in an instant. She felt that her mind was boiling in the flames. She was almost already exhausted.
The mind that had been assimilated here also woke up. She struggled to get up in the hallucination of the flames burning her body. She didn't know what happened, but the next second, a voice penetrated into her mind -
"The fire is lit."
That was her own voice.
In the darkness, Agatha's eyes widened suddenly, and she seemed to see an illusion - she saw that she was standing in front of a deep pool surging with black mud, and the edges of the deep pool were disgusting.
Cultists and demons, the mud in the pool was rolling, and malice spread. She raised her hands high in front of the mire, like a torch, burning brightly.
A touch of green suddenly appeared in the field of vision, as if an illusion penetrated the boundary between reality and reality.
Agatha lowered her head and saw that the surface of her arm, which had begun to disintegrate and dissipate, was burning with flames. The green flame was exactly the same as what she had seen in the illusion.
In the passage made of flames, she suddenly felt something - she felt another mind, another self.
The other person also felt her.
She knew what she had to do—she still had something to do.
Agatha turned around suddenly and stared at the giant pillar-like reach. The brightest smile bloomed on her face since she stepped into this darkness, and a bright light emerged from her eyes again.
She took a step forward and stretched out her hands towards the tentacles. Her whole body was quickly swallowed up by the flames. However, the pain of the flames seemed to have turned into a great reward at this moment - Agatha opened her arms, and this
It was the gesture she made in front of the deep pool that she saw in that vision.
Like a hug, the gatekeeper pounced on the tentacle.
The great force will confront another great force - those crazy believers who want to use the gatekeepers as sacrifices to build a bridge, but this blazing flame will completely cut off all this.
boom!
There was a terrifying roar in the darkness, and the flames swept across the chaotic and twisted space in almost the blink of an eye. In the overwhelming spiritual fire that swept up and rose, the huge tentacle instantly turned into a burning stick.
The torch trembled violently in the flames.
Agatha felt that her flesh and blood were rapidly melting in the flames. Her body, which was already composed of polluting substances, now became a link that was to be completely purified by the flames - but she had no fear at all, and instead struggled
Then he raised his head and looked back to the direction he came from.
The "thorn bush" was also ignited. In the wildly burning spiritual fire, it looked like a strange and spectacular tree crown.
"Goodbye...Consul Winston..."
Agatha whispered to herself, hugging the tentacle even harder in the flames, quietly waiting for the end of her fate.
However, just before her consciousness was about to disappear, she suddenly felt something.
The flames burned through herself and the tentacles. In the bridge established by the spiritual fire, she felt for the first time the response of this "ancient god's limb" to her.
She raised her head in astonishment, looking at the textured surface of the tentacle, watching the flames flowing inside and outside it, and feeling the information injected into her mind from the spiritual fire. She saw that the surface of the tentacle seemed to open instantly.
Countless eyes, all of which were madly transmitting knowledge and information to her.
Finally, all the knowledge and information turned into a storm in the mind——
11101001…1110010110001000…10010011…
A long string of "0"s and "1"s filled Agatha's last remaining thoughts.
But this time, she understood their meaning.
"Error... clone..."
She was shocked as she read the information conveyed to her by the ancient god's body, understood his intentions, and finally pieced together the answer.
She stared at the tentacles that she had set on fire and burned.
"This is also...a fake?!"
The next second, blazing green fire swallowed up her last consciousness.