Creation of All People: I Create a World of Weird Talk

The boundless sea of ​​death, the endless mountains of madness.

All appeared in the mist.

Let the limited space become infinitely spacious.

They seem to be in front of you, and they seem to be in the sky.

There are only the sound of lapping waves and the whistling of the blizzard.

But among these voices, there was a rustling whisper.

These voices seem to come from ancient distant centuries, and they seem to come from the depths of the soul.

If you listen carefully, it looks like a ballad full of excitement and madness, or an unknown murmur in the dark that represents fear.

Everything around becomes strange, even though it is a familiar thing before.

The boundless sea, the stretching mountains, against the background of the atmosphere at the moment, are like unknown and indescribable things sleeping there.

The battlefield at this moment has become oppressive, distorted, and gray.

Lost all the colors, only the endless black and white gray.

The frenzied flames burning on all the undead creatures were no longer vigorous, but instead kept flickering and making a "puff puff" sound.

They instinctively became agitated, and the restlessness from the depths of their souls made them pace back and forth in place.

Suddenly, a snowstorm began to drift in the sky.

White snow fell, falling on the bodies of these undead.

The undead looked up one after another, it was a huge mountain range.

A light spot appeared on the mountain range, and the light spot flickered for a while and disappeared.

But in the next second, the entire mountain range lit up with dense spots of light!

These light spots are like eyes, constantly flickering and blinking.

The mountains are also squirming at this moment!
He is alive!

And under the illumination of these light spots, they saw those majestic, huge, crazy, maze-like unknown buildings!
A name is a plant, and it looks like an animal. Its body is in the shape of a five-pointed star, with many tentacles-like appendages growing from unknown creatures.

emerge from those buildings.

With madness, with indescribable, with the image of washing away reason.

Under the transportation of the "mountain", they poured into the battlefield like a swarm.

The fire of souls on all undead creatures became more vigorous.

But it has gradually changed from fanaticism to madness.

In another direction, at some unknown time, waves of tides appeared at the feet of these undead.

In the depths where the tide recedes, there is an endless sea of ​​death.

Although there is fog and darkness buried.

But when looking at or gazing at the sea area in front of you, you can see it clearly.

It was a deep sea with no bottom, only darkness.

And that darkness is like an abyss, if you take a deep look at it, you will become extremely irritable.

But it's like visual candy, and I can't help but keep watching, wanting to find out what's in the darkness of the bottom of the sea.

With the constant sensory gaze, these undead seemed to see something from the depths of their souls that made them tremble and fear.

But they don't know what it is, the only thing they can know is knowing that they don't know.

The unknown turned into fear, and the fear changed their cognition, causing their SAN value to drop crazily.

The last touch of madness crept into the flames of their burning souls.

At the same time, a huge wave suddenly surged from the bottom to the top of the bottomless sea.

It brought not only sea water, but also a large group of slimy, cold and ugly murlocs.

The image of the murloc he described just came from the subconscious feelings of these undead.

Their true image is an unknown, indescribable image in their altered cognition.

Especially the bigger murloc at the front.

A voice of calling from the depths of the soul came out of him, and the sea of ​​death that made them fear in front of them became no longer fearful.

A large number of undead began to throw themselves into the embrace of the sea of ​​death.

They will eventually sink in the bottom of the sea with R'lyeh.

And in different spaces in the battlefield, fluctuations from another space suddenly appeared.

A large number of undead creatures suddenly got stuck in the ground, and then disappeared suddenly.

It's like falling into the ground.

The space for fluctuations also disappeared immediately, but this situation soon appeared in other places.

Pieces of undead disappeared in situations that exceeded the basic structure rules of the world space.

No one knows where they went.

As the creator, Huang Lingheng's eyes have become dull at this moment.

"This feeling... this... this... is this Shen Hui's real world of creation?"

He couldn't describe his feeling at this moment, the feeling that even the undead creatures he created became strange.

Not only does it affect the undead creatures, but it also affects him.

He couldn't imagine how this could be done, and it could directly affect the Creator through the world of creation.

He couldn't help thinking of the crazy idea at the beginning, that what Shen Hui created was the world of creation itself.

At this moment, a ridiculous idea sprouted in his heart.

That's throwing in the towel and ending it all.

"How is this possible! Haha!"

Huang Lingheng's figure was condensed in this world, and he in the form of the Creator suddenly let out a wild laugh from his sluggishness.

He looked up at the sky, where a huge crack had appeared at some point.

It means that the space here is on the verge of collapse.

"Jie Jie Jie, such a real world of creation, Shen Hui, is this your limit!"

After Huang Lingheng said this, he was a little excited.

"Immortal, Shen Hui, do you know what immortality is? It's useless!"

Huang Lingheng's skeleton-turned-human hero kept waving the scepter in his hand.

Arrays were formed one by one, and more undead creatures poured in from them.

This battlefield has almost turned into a sea of ​​undead.

At this time, Shen Hui's mental state was not very good.

Let the world of creation come more real, and use more power to make the entrance of the back room world, the crazy mountain and the sea of ​​death manifest.

The mental consumption produced is not weak, and the control of the world of death must be more meticulous, otherwise it may lead to loss of control.

Chen Hui, as the form of the Creator, also manifested in the battlefield.

With bloodshot eyes on Shen Hui's chest, he couldn't help smiling at the crazy Huang Lingheng.

"Death doesn't die?"

A slightly deep and hoarse voice emanated from Shen Hui's body.

Looking at the very calm Shen Hui, Huang Lingheng felt a bad feeling in his heart.

The eyes on Shen Hui's chest were all closed.

A hoarse voice full of nothingness sang word by word from Shen Hui's body.

"It is not the dead who sleep forever, and in the mysteries of eternity, even death itself dies!"

With the last word falling.

The accumulated unknown fear and madness exploded in an instant.

The soul flames burning on all the undead began to twist.

From their chests, from their skulls, from their bones...

Black and overgrown eyes and tentacles of the mouth have sprung up like mushrooms after rain.