The experience of collapse, the beginning of thousands of people

He came to the place where he was separated from the others, and looked at the figure under the thunder with his somewhat blurred vision.

He saw his familiar yet unfamiliar girl collapsed on the ground powerlessly, with many scorched black marks on her body, and her clothes were already in tatters.

But this does not bring any sense of desire, because under the broken clothes is not white skin, but skin that has been turned into charred by high voltage electricity.

"She's dead?"

Cheng Xing stood there dumbfounded and looked at the girl whose chest didn't seem to be heaving anymore.

"It shouldn't be like this! She should be alive, she is the protagonist! How could she die here! How could it be!"

Cheng Xing said to himself in disbelief.

However, the girl's body just fell on the cold concrete floor in such a broken state, without any struggle or panting.

Cheng Xing looked confused and panicked, and kept approaching the girl's body, trying to touch the girl who seemed to have become a corpse in his eyes.

However, the moment he just appeared, he was already watched by the apostle in the sky.

"Is there another living ant?"

The queen in charge of Thunder noticed that the ant that came out of the shadows, saw that he was trying to touch the girl's body, anger surged in her heart, and then she drove Thunder to fall from the sky to destroy the ant. do.

Before Cheng Xing had time to touch other bodies, the sudden lightning directly penetrated his body.

No one can survive the attack of this powerful electric current. Even if some lucky ones can resist the attack of normal lightning, they will definitely not be able to escape the thunder driven by the Houkai energy, because it is not simple. The most important thing is the concept of electricity, and it also comes with Honkai energy.

Cheng Xing's body was already ripe from the inside out.

"Am I going to die?"

I don't know if it was the last few moments of thinking before he died, Cheng Xing kept repeating this sentence, constantly asking himself if he was going to die.

The answer is naturally obvious, how can a human being who is already well-versed in internal organs and brain survive?

Unless some miracle happens.

"The death of the host's body is detected, and the current energy has been charged to 100%. The second life simulation is about to start, and the current characteristics are being extracted..."

A miracle happened.

"The trait extraction is complete, fear. Start to select the simulated character... The selection is successful, ancient fear, Fiddlesticks... Synchronization is in progress, and the simulation begins."

However, at the last moment when the simulation was about to start, the system's voice, which was originally the same as that of Xiao Ai's classmate, suddenly turned into an extremely disturbing hoarse and full of horror.

he said.

"Fiddlesticks, Fiddlesticks!"

Located in a small village hundreds of kilometers away from the capital of Demacia, it ushered in a night like always.

People finished their day's hard work, and after enjoying dinner, some people gathered together, sat around the campfire, and started the rare leisure time of the day.

"According to legend, a long time ago, at the border of this land, there lived an evil mage there."

A farmer who looks very strong is telling his companions and the children around him a legend that has been passed down from ancient times to the present.

"The evil mage was performing an unknown and evil summoning ceremony. At the moment the summoning was successful, the mage saw a monster that could not be described in words. At that moment, the evil mage The mage knew it, and he summoned an absolutely uncontrollable monster, an absolute demon."

"And a few seconds after the successful summoning, the mage, the demon, and the Gundam cast by the mage disappeared in an instant, and then stories about the mysterious monster spread on the mainland."

"And they called that monster, Fiddlesticks."

"Wouldn't it be terrible if you said that the monster has really spread to the present?"

A boy who looked a little frightened asked his companion.

As a result, the storyteller farmer laughed out loud and said, "Fiddlesticks? That's just a legend, just to scare children."

People laughed because of the boy's fear, and the companions around the boy also laughed because of the boy's timidity.

The boy blushed immediately, then looked at the field behind him and said.

"There seems to be something in the field, I'll go and see."

After the boy finished speaking, he couldn't wait to run away from this place and rushed into the dark field.

After the people finished laughing, they continued to chat about some recent events, worrying about the fear and chaos brought about by the mage in Demacia.

However, when the seminar was coming to an end, they didn't wait for the boy to come back, and some people began to walk into the field worriedly, wanting to find the boy's figure.

Those people also walked through the fields, but they didn't come back either.

Suddenly, an inexplicable fear began to settle in the fear. People looked at each other one after another, and an instinctive fear began to appear.

"Help!"

People heard the familiar voice of his companion in the providence, but he was calling for help.

The fear in people's hearts calmed down for a moment, after all, it wasn't an inexplicable disappearance, wasn't it?So they mustered up some courage, picked up the objects at hand, and walked towards the field, thinking that maybe these people encountered wandering beasts or evil mages.

Then people heard the sound of something rubbing on the ground.

Then they saw it, saw a monster that seemed to be a mixture of various things.

They fled screaming, knelt down and howled, and laughed uncontrollably, all of them seemed to be completely driven crazy by fear.

"Open the door!"

Someone slammed on the wooden door frantically, wanting the person inside to open the door so that he could hide in.

"It's after us! I know how to deal with it!"

Not all of them are cowards. Some people mustered up the courage in their hearts and raised torches and weapons, wanting to defeat that weak-looking monster.

"It's immortal!"

Is this someone's last scream?

The village was completely silent before long, and strange nursery rhymes sounded after an hour.

When fields lie cal man and wind stands still.

(Runhome, RunHome)

..............................

Afterwards, the rising sun shone on the land, and the village that should have been filled with the atmosphere of life such as burning fire and cooking, etc., at this time there was no more sound, as if everyone left here overnight.

Chapter 5: Chasing Fear

Cheng Xing felt that his state was very strange. He had now completely integrated into the scarecrow's consciousness... No, it can't be said to be integrated, it should be said to be himself, as if he had been completely accepted.

Fiddlesticks, the original demon of Runeterra, is also the original fear. It is the incarnation of the concept of fear. It cannot be killed, it can only be forgotten.

For unknown reasons, it has disappeared into the long river of history for a long time, but along with the mage riots in Demacia, it reappeared in this world amidst the people's fear of mages, bringing The indescribable fear brings the truth of those horror legends.

And this incarnation of fear, whether conscious or unconscious, has a long time experience that an ordinary person cannot change at all. Cheng Xing's shallow experience of more than 20 years is like a drop of ink falling on the ground, except for leaving a trace. Other than the imprint, it won't take long for it to completely dissipate.

However, the system kept a ray of consciousness of integrity so that it would not dissipate, but it simply protected him from being completely assimilated and engulfed, while Cheng Xing was floating in the sea of ​​consciousness chaotically, unable to perceive anything.

But I don't know how long it took before he finally sensed the outside world. He opened his chaotic eyes for the first time, and the black and red pupils were filled with black and red ghoul-like demons. Looking at the newborn world with his eyes, he found that everything around him was a bit huge.

When he observed carefully, he found that his current appearance was actually a crow.

And now I am standing on the shoulders of a scarecrow.

Cheng Xing stared at the scarecrow he was standing on, and then a horrifying scene happened. The head of the scarecrow, which looked like an ordinary one, suddenly moved slightly, and then a scarlet light glowed in those empty eyes. A crow and a scarecrow looked at each other.

Cheng Xing didn't have the slightest fear or fear in his heart, he just quietly stared at the scarlet eyes that were the same as his own, then he opened the crow's beak and said: "Fei Deti gram."

"Fiddlesticks."

The scarecrow also opened his mouth, and the voice of the name was extremely hoarse and low, which made people feel extremely disgusting.

Cheng Xing understood why he regained consciousness now because a part of him was made into a scarecrow by Fiddlesticks and split out, turning into an eye?

"This is equivalent to the scarecrow inserting an eye in a place passing by, and then the consciousness of that eye is me."

Cheng Xing's changed crow disappeared, and then the scarecrow who was originally standing on the grass trembled, and then started to walk staggeringly.

However, such a scarecrow made of wheat fields and simple branches, although there is an inexplicable sense of fear when walking around, it is more likely to make people suspect that this thing will not fall down when the wind blows.

Cheng Xing didn't know where he was going, only that it didn't take long for the sky to completely darken, from the original darkness at dusk to the darkness at night.

Then he was wandering in the forest and saw a ray of fire.

Cheng Xing didn't get close, but turned into another crow, flew forward slowly, and landed on the branch silently, staring at the group of soldiers who looked like soldiers with those scarlet eyes. The team sat around the campfire.

"Recently there have been more and more things. First, there was a mage riot a while ago, and then more and more people disappeared mysteriously, and those who survived were talking crazy, and they couldn't tell what they were talking about. However, a few people with a little bit of consciousness shouted that the demon is back, I really don’t know what it means.”

A soldier added some firewood to the bonfire, and then said to his companions.

The soldier thought for a moment after hearing this, and then said, "You said that the so-called demon could not be the legendary Fiddlesticks?"

"You don't really believe in the legends used to scare children, do you?"

The soldier felt disdain for his companion's speech, and then said: "The legend left by our ancestors is just made up by adults to scare children. You might as well say that the so-called demon was created by those evil mages." , they must be carrying out some evil experiments and plans."

The two chatted casually. After all, the night watch life was quite boring, and having a companion to chat with would really make people feel a lot better.

Cheng Xing, on the other hand, was hiding in the shadows, looking at the soldiers who had fallen asleep except for the two men, a ferocious smile appeared on the cracked part of his face that looked like a mouth.

"Ah, I really don't know when someone will come to replace us, I'm a little sleepy."

A soldier yawned, then looked at his teammates, only to find that only a lone helmet fell to the ground, and that person had disappeared.

The soldier's pupils shrank suddenly, and his hair stood on end. He was about to scream, but was blinded by the darkness for an instant, and then lost consciousness.

It was unknown when the firewood in the bonfire was exhausted, but no one came to add more firewood to the bonfire that was about to go out.

The temporary camp was empty, and there was no trace of anyone there anymore.

Cheng Xing walked aimlessly in the shadows. He didn't know where he would go, who he would meet, or what he would see along the way, but there was one thing he was always clear about.

That is creating fear.

Fear is his food, fear is his pleasure, killing is just a means, fear is the result, only strong enough fear can bring him satisfaction and joy.

Since the moment he became a scarecrow, he has forgotten what is love and what is hate, he has forgotten too many feelings, only the pursuit of fear is left.

He has been roaming the continent, killing.

But the real Fiddlesticks didn't know where he went.

I don't know when, it seems that after killing 10 people, a guy appeared on his way.