The red moon returns

Chapter 583 Who am I?

It was an extremely strange force.

The power seemed to contain some of the most real elements and the truth of the world, and its nature was no less noble than that of the main God. It was definitely not something that those evil gods who usurped theocracy could represent. It seemed that it came from a true God and represented the truth of the origin of the universe.

Only in this way can one ignore the strength of the force and completely suppress the erupting divine power with just a trace of leaked breath.

However, that could never be the power from the Lord God.

Because it is an extremely twisted and chaotic force, crazy and violent, with no order at all, as if everything only obeys the instinct of chaos, uncontrollable and unrestrained. Even if one wants to guide it, it can only be barely achieved by the cooperation of multiple evil gods.

It is like an existence belonging to the dreamland and representing another origin, or a god full of chaos and needlessness.

What on earth is this? How could such a strange power exist in the world?

However, the expressions of several archbishops became extremely distorted at this moment. At this moment, they all thought of an existence that only existed in legends, a secret buried in the deepest part of the mysterious realm.

We cannot say his name, describe his image, or even imagine his nature. Even in the knowledge passed down by word of mouth, there are only vague allusions to him.

He is the deepest existence in the Dreamland. He is the origin of the Dreamland and the continuation of the will of the entire Dreamland. Every Old One and every mysterious alien exist because of his interference. He has no thoughts, no perception, no purpose, but simply exists, from ancient times to the present, from beginning to end.

No one dared to mention his name, as it itself represented disorder and disaster. Even the most twisted of the Old Ones did not dare to mention him directly, and could only allude to him by using blind and foolish names.

Just mentioning his name was devastating, and coming into contact with him was even more devastating. Even the most powerful mortals had never experienced this, so no one knew what his power was. However, at this moment, the power displayed by the strange mist made all those who vaguely knew of his existence think of the only answer at the same time.

Only such an existence can reveal a nature that is no less than that of the true God, or even higher than that of the true God.

Only such an existence could easily suppress the eruption of divine power with just a slight leakage of power.

Blind and foolish, it must be him.

For a moment, everyone was helpless. This existence was beyond the scope of what humans could resist. Not to mention the collective will of millions of people, even the will of all mankind might not be able to shake the other side in the slightest.

This is trouble.

However, apart from the church believers, the apostles of the evil god present all had subtle expressions and looked at Lynch secretly with strange eyes, and what they saw was Lynch's confused face.

The moment the black fog appeared, Lynch suddenly had a subtle sense of familiarity, as if he had come across it somewhere before. However, after searching through his memory, he had never had a similar experience.

But as the mist exploded and enveloped the light of miracle, this feeling became more and more obvious. Lynch even felt that it was a part of his body and his own power.

I can't find the memory, or maybe it's because there was no memory at all at that time, but this familiar feeling cannot be faked, especially when the light of miracle competed with the fog and was suppressed. As the breath leaking out of the fog became more and more dense, this familiar feeling became stronger and stronger.

Yes, these breaths belong to me, they are part of me.

'So, this is me, is that right, neighbour?'

There was no sound in his mind, and Crimson Moon did not give any answer. Lynch did not need any answer, because as he came into contact with his own power, Lynch's mind naturally gained a lot of cognition.

I am blind and foolish. For millions of years, I have been wandering in the dreamland. I am extremely powerful, at the top of the dreamland, and exist without being affected by anything.

It was the Crimson Moon that took advantage of Lynch's deep sleep to project her will onto herself. With the help of the divine power of "connectivity" that she controlled, she opened up the channel between the worlds and projected Lynch's consciousness into another world. He spent countless years there, and finally, through the experiences of one life after another, consciousness was slowly born.

This was exactly the result she wanted to see, but it was not her real purpose.

Lynch's blind and stupid state is a state without weaknesses. Once he has consciousness, he has weaknesses and becomes destructible. Especially when consciousness is separated from the body, it is the best opportunity to kill himself. As long as he kills the conscious part of himself, the body will also fail and die.

The fundamental purpose of Crimson Moon is to use this method to kill him, so as to shake the origin of the Fantasy Dreamland and prevent it from eroding the real world. Everything before was lies and deception, killing is the real purpose. In order to achieve the lofty goal, Crimson Moon will not hesitate to weave lies and try every means to kill Lynch.

All the previous dangers were encountered under her guidance, and what the Shadow Alliance did was actually to guide Lynch's consciousness and body to merge into one again.

Once Lynch returns to his original body, his severed weaknesses will disappear again and can never be destroyed again. He will also be able to retain his consciousness, remain sober and powerful, and have enough strength to take revenge on the Red Moon who deceived him and wanted to kill him.

The Shadow Alliance is the one who wants to help him. Everything they have done is for this day, to send the blind and foolish power to Lynch. Now he only needs to contact his power with his spirit to combine the two into one and become a being without weaknesses.

'Is that so, neighbour?'

Lynch made the final inquiry in his heart. In fact, he already knew the answer. These things were not told to him by anyone, but he understood them naturally under the influence of his own strength. The possibility of them being false was very small.

Sure enough, there was still no sound in the soul. The Crimson Moon, who had been exposed, was speechless.

Desperate Lynch sighed deeply. If that was the case, there was no need to make a choice. He hated being deceived the most, and he was not originally a human being. What he had to do now was to take back his power and take revenge on those who wanted to kill him.

No longer trying to ask the voice of the Crimson Moon in his heart, Lynch followed the method he remembered and approached the black fog with his mind. As if being pulled by a force, the black fog also approached Lynch conceptually. As long as the two sides came into contact and Lynch opened his heart to accept the fog, they could become one again.

However, as the two sides were about to come into contact, Lynch suddenly smiled and said as if talking to himself:

"So, who am I? What's my name?"

"If these are really what I understand, then I must know my own name. Even if I don't know it, I will never use blindness and stupidity to know myself. Only when those things that cannot mention my name instill these consciousnesses in me in some way, will I use blindness and stupidity to know myself."

"So, who am I?"

While asking this question loudly, Lynch clenched his fist and punched the black mist that was already close at hand.

"I know my neighbor's intentions better than you do. It's not your turn to instigate whether she wants to harm me. Now, get out of here and go back to the Dreamland."

The moment the fist smashed down, the crimson moonlight rose again from behind.

(End of this chapter)