winter era

Chapter 162 The Black Sun

"Personally, I hate violence very much, although it is unlikely in your eyes. But I really hate direct killings, because it means unnecessary war, which is just the worst policy. "

Kaos' withered voice resounded in the soul, and the surging black mud continued to spread out from the void. Tentacles bound the two white faces in the void and fixed them.The rope formed by the pitch-black mud ball was stronger than all known substances in this world, and even the two white faces couldn't even tremble as they struggled, so they could only be at the mercy of the black mud.

Even the white armor jointly produced by several sages couldn't stop the erosion of the black silt, they could only let the cables of fear and malice bind their joints and fix them in their original positions.They left black traces that seemed to be left after something was burned, waving their barbed tentacles and waiting for the next order from the weak man in the void.This will determine whether they live or die, which is not too difficult a multiple choice question.

"First of all, gentlemen. Judging from your ecological reaction, you are indeed full of hostility towards me to a certain degree. But you have to know that there is no love or hate without reason in this world. We should find out the truth ——Although the truth is not important to you, just kill me directly to save the world. This is what your brain tells me. Although the tentacles of chaos are the incarnation of shadows, I can also rely on you The shadows in your minds come to steal your thoughts. To me, your brains are as defenseless as a house."

Kaos spread his hands, with a sincere expression on his face.But in exchange for these sincere words, the two white faces struggled more and more violently.Even if there was no way to shake the shadow tentacles even a little bit, the armor like ice crystals kept trembling.It was like asking an invisible question to Kaos, the thief who stole other people's thoughts.

But for a robber, this is as insignificant as the spring breeze blowing on the face.Because even Kaos himself has forgotten how many people's minds he has stolen.Regarding the anger of the two, he could only shrug his shoulders with regret.

"Unfortunately, gentlemen, your strength cannot support your anger. I know that each of you would like to take off my head and dedicate it to my good apprentice Rosalind who is completely out of her mind, but I I don't like that. There are still many things I don't understand, and there are many things I want to ask you, so I can't die yet. Although I won't die if I take my head off, it doesn't feel good. Are you You know, that's not enough."

The black tentacles are like a lover's palm gently wrapping around the white armor, trying to find the cracks and gaps that don't exist, and then penetrate their pitch-black tentacles into the cracks to erode them.This horror from the primordial darkness danced in Kaos's thoughts like his most heartfelt slave.

In Baimian's eyes, that was no longer a state that could be called a phenomenon.It was utter despair, a collection of nightmares and fears.Even looking at that man would feel a deep sense of trembling in the soul.

Something has come.

That's black sunlight.

A round of black light emerged from behind Kaos.

Like the sun exuding jet-black light, the broken void and evil thoughts formed a round of burning sun, hanging behind Kaos, against the figure in black robe.

There is no way to describe that wonderful and dazzling image even in words, as if the appearance itself has become a living thing, with black tentacles extending, and the jet-black flame burning every corner.Just looking at the back will feel a cold texture start to spread in the chest, people gradually feel that breathing has begun to stagnate, and thoughts have also froze.

"Free your minds, my friends."

Crimson cracks began to spread on the face, like countless dark red faces.

It's just one person's voice, but there are countless resonances in the soul, as if there are tens of thousands of souls opening and closing their lips along with the red crack, chanting all kinds of filth and horror in a low voice. remarks.

"Let go of your thinking and start thinking again and again. Only thinking can arm life, don't you think so? Each of us is so lonely in this world, we have no choice but to accept everything passively .So what’s wrong with letting go of your own thinking at the right time? As long as you let go of your thinking, then everything is very simple.”

Thousands of hoarse voices whispered the same name together in the void.

The jet-black sunlight shone dazzlingly behind Kaos, as if the toxin-like language condensed into essence and flowed on the silver armor.There were traces of corrosion left on the armor that seemed to be composed of white light.

"Thinking is just a shackle, a kind of bondage. We were supposed to tolerate each other like brothers, but because of various accidents and emotions, we blocked our thoughts. Shouldn't we be ashamed of this? We Is the only brother in this world, in this world only intelligent creatures are the existence of mutual communication."

"Then how about opening your heart and communicating better?"

Countless dark red lines appeared on the pale face, like countless faces smiling coldly in the void.

If there is a value of spiritual pollution, then at the moment when the red smile blooms, everyone can see the pitch black of the two white faces completely lost consciousness.Madness and despair occupied all the spirits of the two white faces in an instant, turning the two originally sane warriors into crazy slaves in the blink of an eye.

Black lines began to spread on the body, and the white face at the beginning stretched out his own red and black palm, firmly clasped his visor and lifted it vigorously, so that the ordinary face directly faced the darkness in the void sunshine.

"Then, I'm welcome."

Kaos smiled slightly, and stretched out a pitch-black rope from behind, and inserted it directly into Baimian's head along the eyeballs, and began to read the memory.

(End of this chapter)