After I became the infinite flow boss

Bei Heng still looked into the distance, his expression was calm, his temperament was solemn, there was no special breath, he could not feel anything extra, extremely indifferent.

He stayed where he was, strong winds blew around him, and the giant weird things around the temple were shocked by his appearance, and they quickly gathered around, pressing the heaven and earth.

One after another, huge heads hung high, like stars, and then slowly fell to the ground, covering the entire space.

[Theory of Human Evil] Countless eyes opened instantly, and their eyeballs looked at the temple together, with a flaming red light, as if thousands of lanterns were lit on the sea at the same time.

Then, they crawled over, infecting the temple, almost crawling to Bei Heng's feet, lowering their sight, and peeking from time to time.

In just a few seconds, the entire space was covered with blood eyes, densely packed.

The dark thorns like giant vines also stood up suddenly, with sticky blood flowing up and down, as if they were going to entangle Bei Heng, lurking around, but not daring to approach.

An ancient weirdness turned into a ten-meter-tall humanoid creature, without eyes or face, constantly emitting a dark and evil aura.

This is [Death], one of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. It is an abyss existence that coexists with living beings. It has a very high status but no consciousness. It often appears when living beings are dying, or lures living beings to give up their lives with the "ecstasy" brought by the separation of soul and flesh, or scares living beings away with the absolute terror of death to insist on survival.

Not only them, other weirdness also appeared, one by one, with unknown figures, between soul and flesh, looming, and some appeared with only flesh, looking like a bloated piece of meat the size of a giant wall, like a worm but not a worm, but crawling on the ground like a worm, and covered with a strange yellow robe.

In the abyss, unconscious [laziness], [lust/desire], etc. also appeared, and all showed their original forms. They were energy bodies like storms. Just hanging in the air, they would project specific historical fragments from time to time, that is, the epitome of the laziness of various creatures leading to their demise, and the epitome of sinking into Slaanesh leading to destruction.

They are simply like a collection of countless things. From a certain point in time, they have been recording various things within their scope, coexisting with creatures, inseparable. Whether they have subjective consciousness or not is not important to them, and it is even a kind of pollution to them, which is not conducive to their implementation of their own logic of existence.

In just a dozen seconds, all the high-level weirdness appeared in front of the temple, large or small, in various shapes, and most of them did not have the beauty in the eyes of normal creatures. They are extremely hideous and terrifying, like insect vines, and are ugly to the naked eye.

If there were humans at the scene, perhaps this human would be scared to death at first sight.

However, if you look at it with a higher eye, you may see something a little more harmonious, that is, their essential form.

It is like the texture of inorganic matter under a microscope, flowing very naturally, like the movement of galaxies. Anything in order will reveal a kind of beauty.

They suddenly gathered together, but did not squeeze each other, and maintained a subtle harmony with each other.

The giant drooping head, eyes like stars, illuminated the space above. Vine-like and thorn-like weirdness hovered around. Fog-like and small particle-like weirdness crawled on the ground.

There are too many layers of them, overlapping, wrapping, and clustering, inevitably revealing a kind of disgusting feeling that is too gorgeous for humans, or extremely complex beauty.

Zuo Tong noticed this situation and frowned, but he had no spare energy to deal with them, and his other compatriots had no spare energy.

The blue butterfly shrank into Bei Heng's neck and didn't want to come out. Glutinous rice balls also hid in the robe, only sticking out their heads to look around.

The white cat was probably fine, it just shrank back and didn't look at them.

"Father..."

The light had almost disappeared, everything was dim, so Bei Heng was also stained with a gray tone, and his blue eyes looked dark and almost without light.

It seemed that he was not looking at anything, nor thinking about anything, and he might disappear at any time.

This state was undoubtedly very dangerous.

Zuo Tong couldn't help but say something, but he saw tears suddenly flow from the human eyes, as if unconsciously, just a kind of liquid flow.

Was it because he killed so many players, so he felt sad?

Zuo Tong was stunned, and soon thought that this might be the human habit of the human, not necessarily the real feeling of his father.

But he couldn't help but worry when he saw the tears flowing.

Then unexpectedly, Bei Heng suddenly stroked his cheek, his eyes slowly fell, and looked into his eyes.

Although he didn't speak, Zuo Tong seemed to hear-"Don't be afraid".

Everything is still going on.

Zuo Tong was stunned, and his consciousness almost fell into a state of confusion. As if bewitched, he held his head and shook his head in confusion.

Then Bei Heng hugged him tightly, and really spoke in his ear: "Let's do this first, and see."

Zuo Tong trembled all over, raised his head in disbelief, looked into Bei Heng's eyes, and couldn't tell whether it was his father or mother.

There were countless hideous things around, but only the human form was sacred and controlled them.

They just looked scary, and the real scary thing was not them, but the things they feared, but even so...

Zuo Tong still obeyed and nodded and replied: "Yes."

Almost at the same time, the black and white snakes cooperated successfully in the face of difficulties.

When the players' rear base was eager to discuss how to save the next step, another big change occurred.

A large number of deceased players appeared in [Drowning] regardless of location or venue.

According to a rough estimate by the naked eye, almost all deceased players in the game have reappeared.

"What? What kind of weird event is this? The God-level Trial [Immortality] has appeared in the world?" None of the players who witnessed the scene were not surprised, and only the players in the white space had a slightly better expression.

But even so, they did not quite understand the meaning of this situation.

"Even the dead are thrown into [Drowning]."

"Such a ridiculous thing could actually happen? What power is helping us, the gods outside? They can't even revive themselves, so it's impossible to revive the players? Or is there some undead god outside?"

Players everywhere are discussing this matter.

And the players who just resurrected were even more scared.

"Oh my God, I'm still alive. I just remembered that I went to a white space!"

"Thank God, what is that place? I also saw a white city."

"Fuck, me too, it can't be heaven there."

Chaos happened as expected.

"No way, could it be that the dead really came back to life?" The curious person had never seen such a curious thing, and was a little dumbfounded.

"No, it's not so beyond imagination. After all, we all know where the players who died after failing the game will go. They should be in the same situation as us, temporarily going to the white space, and then quickly returning to [Drowning]. If you have to say it, it's just like a space transfer, although the fact that they died is still absolutely true." Juan'er said.

"But the cause and effect calculation here is uncertain, not all the dead will go in." Oran mentioned this matter.

"I have counted the cause and effect mathematics in it before. The key is still related to the individual situation of the players. Some players who would be executed in the real world can't enter that space at all." Senluo said.

"In fact, have you ever thought that the infinite world we are in is a multi-level space. After dying in the real world, you will enter the virtual world. After dying in the virtual world, you will enter the next level." Baibian also came over and said what he had been thinking about.

"No, the virtual world is the lowest level. If you die, you will disappear directly. But we..." There is another level, so we will not be completely destroyed. Tel Aviv widened his eyes, wondering if he had seen some secret.

Why did that person do this?

Is it because of compassion that he does not want to see the creatures destroyed, or is it to expand the game space, just like the video games in the world have a save and return system?

So, is that person trying a new way of trial, to test whether we can move forward firmly in the repeated deaths? Just like the legend of reincarnation in the world? This is really... Moss only thought of the word cruel, but he didn't think it was cruel, which was somewhat contradictory.

But it is indeed cruel, just like being toyed with by an invisible hand. You rack your brains and can't escape from His palm no matter how hard you try.

What are we believing in, a different monster that controls all fate?

This is really exciting and scary.

This extremely terrifying excitement is better than any pleasure in the world in a sense.

It is hard to imagine that He who manipulates the fate of all living beings would love the chess piece in his hand.

But what if it really happens?

For some reason, once you make this assumption, it is difficult to stop the extremely surging enthusiasm in your heart, and the whole person is extremely excited.

The players in the white space almost felt this excitement at the same time, and even rationality could not be controlled.

It is really outrageous to say it, but they really feel this way. Obviously, they are the party being ravaged, manipulated, and tested, why do they still want to pursue so relentlessly?

Stockholm syndrome? Suspension bridge psychology? No, no, none of them. This is definitely not a pathological psychology, because everyone is extremely sober, there is no external force that affects thinking, and the human thinking structure will not naturally produce such an outrageous and irrational psychology.

Yes, if you have to name this emotion, it may be... faith.

Everyone did not speak, but the fanatical eyes of each other explained everything. They suddenly understood Sartre's thoughts and why he has been so persistent.

No, it's not about why we can be persistent, but why we can not be persistent.

Mo Sui covered his face, and his body seemed to be shaking a little because he was too excited.

"Incredible, incredible, but no matter how we think about it, our goal remains unchanged, and we still have to go to meet that person."

"Maybe, we are all crazy." Juan'er smiled with her head down.

Suddenly, Li Zhe, who had been silent all the time, couldn't help but speak: "Going crazy for God, isn't it also a kind of romance."

"Then continue."

"This time, use the corpse to open the way."