winter era

Chapter 144 The God of Madness

"vomit……"

As if someone had punched his stomach hard, Modric lay on the ground in pain and retched continuously.The flaming face was full of horror, as if the despair from the gods in the head had pervaded reality.

"No, no! I can't do it! Those monsters are the real devils! They are the real devils!" hoarsely screamed, his lungs tightened, as miserable as a caught criminal facing the death penalty shouted.The flaming pupils shrank to the size of pinholes, and the trembling eyeballs revealed how timid this man who thought he was very powerful was.

The scene that appeared in the mind has completely surpassed the limit of human imagination.Just as the shadow said, it was a trap set by the sages for the gods, and it was the ultimate poison used to destroy the logic of the gods.The scenes formed by those crazy thoughts made it impossible for anyone to think. He could only repeat a lot of messy thinking calculations over and over again in his mind. Even normal thinking was an extremely difficult task for him. Terrible torture.

"So as I said, don't try to understand, don't try to figure it out. All you need to know is that you don't know anything. Just say no, just ignore it and there's nothing wrong with it. That's what you do matter."

He didn't rush to block his wisdom, or it would be even worse if he blocked it.

The shadow avatar slowly told Modric, who had been infected with the message, how to resist in a steady voice.He had never realized that the bartender's psychological defense was so fragile. Just words and phenomena could turn this mortal with demonic abilities into a weak chicken and completely plunge his spirit into frenzy.

Roaring and staring at his eyes, his skin was cracked with horrible scars, his face exposed oil and blood vessels as if being cut by an invisible sharp knife, but strangely, no blood burst out from it.There is only a frenzied spirit in the whole space, as if there is no reason and spirit in this world, only boundless despair and pain are left, which makes this poor man want to take out a knife to end his humble life. life.

"Help me, save me! Mr. Asachel, please save me!" Abandoning all his reserve and pretense, the man who had been transformed into a demon crazily hit his head on the ground, flowing from his seven orifices. A puddle of strange black blood came out.

"I don't want to endure this kind of pain anymore. This kind of torture is simply hopeless for me! Please help me!"

"I said it, Modric. Stop your thinking and just say no."

"But I can't do it! I can't do it!"

Although he screamed terribly, but of course the shadow avatar would not extend a helping hand to help this unlucky guy who had been torn apart by abnormalities.For him, it would be more comfortable for this kind of person to die, because the seeds of disaster brought by this guy really messed up all the plans.There was not even the slightest chance of recovery, and everything was destroyed by this cheating shadow seed.

That was no ordinary power, it was a signal left by the Chaos Gods.An extremely dangerous coordinate.Don't say that he is an incarnation of shadows, even if he drags Kaos himself over to look at the Chaos Gods, it will be more or less a headache.It is impossible for the gods themselves to be killed, and it is unknown how many old gods and ghosts are left in the astral world.Only those sages back then knew how many gods were destroyed by a logic bomb, but it is conservatively estimated that it is around three digits.

You let Kaos, a sage, single out a three-figure evil god, although it is not impossible, but the battle scene is not a matter of a king's capital.At least half of the main material plane will be turned into ruins. This is still a basic estimate.If you bring the messy characters of Heaven, Hell and other sages, if you don't turn the entire main material plane upside down, even the shadow avatar himself won't believe it.No one who can reach that level is a fuel-efficient lamp, and no one wants the gods to return.Now that there is such an extremely melancholy news, the shadow avatar even thinks that his master is a broom star.

But in any case, this is not something he can cover up.In this case, even if you expose yourself as a time traveler, there is nothing to say.For the peace of the entire main material plane, in this case everyone must contribute their own strength.But of course, this is only possible if the shadow avatar appears, and Kaos himself will not appear.

The ghost knows whether this group of sages will use their own force against the sky to find out the time traveler Kaos himself and play with him again.What those sages think, even the sages themselves have no way to be sure, let alone other people.

"If you can't do it, you have to work hard, Modric. In this case, no one can help you except yourself. Even I can't stop a person from thinking. The power of people's thinking is determined by themselves, there is no Any external force can take it away. So if you want to live well, you can only rely on your own efforts. There is no other way. As long as you refuse to think, don't think about the form of those monsters, you can live well. Believe me , Modric, you're just thinking too much."

"I... think...too much?!" Modric squeezed out a few angry words from between his teeth. "I'm...not thinking about anything right now!...but they're...into my head...starting howling at me...'

"The first time you accept this kind of knowledge, you will have this kind of rejection reaction. It is like inoculating a virus to prevent diseases. It is a very effective means of protection. After this resistance, your reason will have this logical trap. A certain amount of resistance. So just give up thinking, all the pain and effects are only temporary, you can just relax.”

"Relaxing or something... How could it be possible!" Modric was still covering his head and wailing.

But the shadow incarnation really didn't bother to deal with this mud that couldn't support the wall.He had obviously delivered so many powerful products and skills to him, but in the end he was like a waste, knowing nothing but calling.

The most important thing now is to cover the seeds in this idiot's mind first, at least let him have a little illusion of stability, and not let that crazy emotion continue to spread.Otherwise, those evil gods would definitely pounce on them like flies that smelled a bad smell, turning the entire main material plane into a purgatory on earth.

In short, it's better to contact the boss who is far away in hell first.

The shadow incarnation didn't even look at Modric who was howling at his feet, and indifferently sent a signal to the void base point.

　Arrive at the third watch, ask for a monthly ticket~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)