In the deepest part of Alice Mansion, at the edge of this weird garden, in the shadows between the lush bushes and bushes, there are weird, winding tentacles that seem to be covered with fine metal scales.
It's crawling!
The rustling sound came from another direction again, and out of the corner of my eye I saw another dark-colored tentacle, as if some kind of soft-bodied creature's limbs passed through the gaps between the shrubs, shaking the branches,
Rubbing against the rough soil, it made a soft sound.
The soft rustling sound sounded like a call.
Duncan instantly expanded his perception, carefully paying attention to any disturbance in the garden, and at the same time locked in the direction where one of the tentacles had just disappeared, and walked towards it.
Behind him, at his feet, the green spiritual flame began to burn with his footsteps, leaving a faint flame path. This flame spread quietly along the gaps on the ground, and penetrated into the depths of the garden bit by bit.
.
This is the "Alice Mansion", which is very likely to be a vital part of Alice's "soul". Of course, Duncan would not set fire to a place like this casually, but now that strange things have appeared deep in the garden, he must do the same.
A lot of response work - if something dangerous really invaded the garden, he would have to find a way to deal with the intruder without destroying the mansion itself.
With vigilant thoughts in his heart, Duncan had followed the guidance of the rustling sound and gradually came to a place far away from the "sleeping doll" and arrived at an edge area of the mansion garden. After passing through several bushes,
After passing a few unknown small trees, he noticed that the surrounding light had dimmed, and the light brought by the "graffiti sun" in the sky seemed unable to extend so far - between the shades of the plants, it was as dim as dusk.
And in this dusk-like "skylight", he saw a clump of plants in front of him suddenly swaying, and then a tentacle slowly lifted up from there and swayed gently in front of his eyes.
There was no secret, no pretense, this tentacle seemed to have deliberately invited Duncan to come, and now it showed up openly.
Duncan looked at this strange and inexplicable "limb" in surprise——
The tentacles were dark in color, with a fine structure like fine metal scales on the surface, and faint light blue lines could be seen between the rough and complex protrusions. This kind of lines gave him a very familiar feeling, as if...
Beneath the frost, in the deep sea, there are the texture features on the surface of the ancient god's touch hand.
The limbs of Holy Lord Netherworld?!
Duncan's heart suddenly stirred, and he suddenly realized the source of this familiar feeling. The moment he thought of the "Holy Lord of the Underworld" in his mind, the tentacles swinging blindly in the air suddenly trembled.
, as if there is a distant and huge consciousness finally connected to this limb——
It bent in the direction of Duncan, and with a strange, low buzzing sound, the end of the tentacle slowly opened, revealing an "eyeball" that shone with a cold blue light, like an irregular crystal.
Appearing from within, "looking" into Duncan's eyes.
"Hello, Fire Usurper, I have something to tell you."
A deep, muddy voice with no discernible emotion or gender suddenly came out, as if it sounded directly in my mind.
Duncan was instantly startled, frowning and staring at the tentacle in front of him: "The Holy Lord of the Deep? The Creeping King? LH-01?"
"It's all, but please listen to me now." The tentacle trembled and seemed to have begun to bear a load far beyond its threshold. The voice it conveyed quickly became low and distorted, and it accelerated its speaking speed.
, "My opportunity to communicate with you is extremely limited. I am only conveying necessary information now. Regardless of whether you can understand it or not, remember now:
"The design life of ￥#%￥# is only eight thousand years. Now it is overloaded. We did not receive any signal beyond the &*%￥ within the time limit..."
"This is the last cycle reset, ￥*(￥# will not be regenerated after this cycle.
"Save the fallen ￥#&** fragments. If everything is irreparable, use them to extend the life of each node city as much as possible. Keep alive. Survival is the first order.
"We don't know what you're capable of, but it must mean something if you wake up at the end of the cycle.
"We firmly believe that you, and we, are not alone.
"The above necessary information has been transmitted - if there is an opportunity, I hope to communicate with you face to face in a more stable situation..."
The tremor of the tentacles is rapidly reducing, and the fine scales with a metallic texture have begun to be covered with a layer of paleness. Duncan can even clearly feel that the voice in his mind is rapidly moving away and weakening - although he does not understand the specific principles and processes.
, but it is obvious that the ancient god known as the "Holy Lord of the Netherworld" has exploited a certain loophole or used some external force to forcibly establish a connection with himself, and now this extremely limited connection is about to be interrupted.
Duncan couldn't bear to be curious and think deeply about the information that the other party had poured over him. With rational judgment, he chose to write it down quickly and forcefully. After the other party finished speaking, he had time to turn his head and think about himself.
What did you hear just now?
The first thing he noticed was those "noises" - when the ancient god was talking to him, there were several key pieces of information, which should be important nouns, that turned into sharp and confusing sounds in his ears.
It's as if the "meaning" in those syllables has been filtered out by something, or the meaning represented by those syllables exceeds the limit of what this communication can carry, so that it cannot be conveyed to my ears at all.
But now is obviously not the time to ask about those "noises" in detail.
The ancient god's whisper was about to fade away, and there was only the last trace of the connection he had barely established with him. Duncan raised his head and saw that the surface of the tentacle was already covered with cracks, and he might only be able to hold on for the last few seconds.
He finished thinking in an instant, and seized the last moment to ask: "If I want to find you, how should I go to the deep sea?"
Going to the deep sea and communicating with the other party face to face is undoubtedly the simplest and most effective way to solve all questions.
The arm of the ancient god has slowly become stiff, and the faded fragments continue to fall like dust. The powerful and indescribable will gradually fades from this fragile carrier, but before the connection with the real world is completely interrupted,
He still tried his best to hold on to this last bit of sustenance, and cast a low murmur in Duncan's mind——
"I have no idea."
Duncan: "...?"
He finally realized how the people around him felt when his words caused their brains to shut down.
He really didn't expect that Holy Lord Yousui would reply to him like this!
However, he was only stunned for a moment before he heard the ethereal and low murmur in his mind again——
"Catch a few Annihilation cultists and try..."
"Ah?" Duncan didn't react for a moment, "Aren't they your believers?"
However, there was no voice to respond to his questions - the whispers conveyed to him by the ancient gods were finally completely interrupted. With a burst of cracking sounds, the "tentacle" that carried too much power finally collapsed completely.
, it turned into dust and debris and fell to the ground, rising into curls of green smoke and disappearing.
The rustling sounds surrounding the edge of the mansion garden also completely stopped at the same time, and the unusual sense of darkness in the shade of the trees also faded away.
Duncan continued to stand quietly in front of the bushes for a while. It was not until a few minutes passed that he frowned and shook his head, waking up from his meditation.
Everything that just happened was still like a dream. The ancient god known as the "Holy Lord of Netherworld" actually ran directly in front of me, talked to me quickly about a bunch of things and then left quickly.
If it were placed in Qingfeng Port, even if it was placed in the entire boundless sea, it would probably explode.
However, if you put it next to you...it doesn't seem so explosive?
Duncan turned around and looked back at the lush "mansion garden" not far away under the skylight, as well as the silver-haired doll sleeping quietly in the sunny open space in the center of the garden.
Anomaly 099, which was born due to the "copying" ability of the Netherworld Holy Lord, is closely connected to Alice. In the final analysis, this entire "mansion" has thousands of connections with the "ancient god" in the Netherworld Deep Sea.
Inextricably linked, it is even very likely that the ancient god intentionally created it as a carrier to convey information to the outside world.
Therefore, it does not seem unimaginable to see the power projection of the Netherworld Holy Lord in the deepest part of the mansion garden.
Duncan was thinking about something else -
The attitude, or "state" of Holy Lord Yousui seems to be different from what was expected. He still maintains his rationality, but seems to be in some extremely restricted state. His attitude is friendly, not like that of the world.
Just pure destructive tendencies as imagined.
But these "deviations" are meaningless to Duncan. After all, few people in this world have actually come into contact with those so-called "ancient gods", and the imaginable information is inherently inaccurate. In addition, the differences in the eyes of different individuals
The "Ancient God" may also show a different attitude. In his own eyes, the kind and harmless good neighbor is somewhat indescribable in the eyes of ordinary people. After adapting to this world for so long, Duncan is very good in this regard.
Still somewhat self-aware.
The most important thing is the "information" that the ancient god told him.
Duncan recalled those words that seemed to contain a huge amount of information over and over again in his mind——
Something was designed to last only eight thousand years, and now it's running overload.
The "we" mentioned by Holy Lord Yousui seem to have been waiting for a signal to be sent back from somewhere, but so far no response has been received.
The other party also mentioned loop reset...what does this mean?
What does it mean that I, the "fire usurper", wakes up at the end of the cycle?
And preserve the fallen debris to extend the life of the node city...
In deep thought, Duncan's expression gradually became serious.