Believers of evil gods sneaked into my house, and san value went crazy

In an instant, it passed through the paper and directly merged into the scroll.

the next moment.

Tentacles twine.

Behemoth immediately froze in place.

Following the return of his soul, Behemoth saw an indescribably horrifying scene! .

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The sudden darkness completely submerged Behemoth's consciousness.

immediately……

The darkness spreads.

Behemoth came to a ruin of stars.

Stars like rubbish are scattered in every corner.

But above...

But there are no signs of life.

This place is like a cemetery of life, making Behemoth feel the despair in his heart.

"If every star is a kingdom of God, how many gods did the other party kill?"

Behemoth's consciousness sank.

He is like a rootless catkin, floating around the entire interstellar cemetery.

until……

He came to the end of the cemetery.

A group of figures that could cover the sky and the sun were entrenched there.

The so-called stars are nothing but the bed that the other party used as a cushion under him.

Every time the opponent breathes, a large amount of life breath gathers in the opponent's body.

Only then did Behemos realize that it was not that there were no creatures on these scattered stars, but...

The original creatures above the stars have already been turned into food and devoured.

And 27, no one was spared!

The other party seems to be the source of all chaos and disasters.

Not to mention ordinary creatures, even gods like Behemoth don't have the courage to face each other squarely for a long time.

The other party surpassed time and all rules in the world.

"This is the highest realm?"

Behemoth just heard that the world has the highest realm.

But only by pure imagination.

He has no idea how powerful the other party is.

And at this moment...

Only then did Behemoth realize what a ridiculous mistake his past self had made.

The strength and terror of the opponent cannot be guessed by relying on imagination at all.

The other party has jumped out of the scope of imagination.

The young man in the shop is just a simple disguise.

This body that exists in the interstellar cemetery is the real body of the other party.

Just when Behemoth was in astonishment, a burst of music enveloped in a deep, crazy, and ominous atmosphere spread to Behemoth's ears from all directions.

These drums and flutes are extremely monotonous.

That sound seems to have been passed down for tens of thousands of years, or even longer.

As a result, the moment Behemoth heard it, he felt nauseous.

It is hard for him to imagine that a simple note has been played for tens of thousands of years, repeating what happened in the last second day after day.

just thinking about it...

It makes people's scalp explode.

then……

"Pfft."

Behemoth's head really split open.

Not a watermelon smashed open by a hammer.

It's more like it splits itself after being cooked.

Along with the sound, Behemoth clearly heard a crackling sound.

However, cracked scalp is just the beginning.

As time passed, dense and terrifying cracks appeared on Behemoth's body.

at the last moment of life.

Behemoth heard some other strange sounds.

It was a dancing sound trampling on the ground.

Dense and noisy.

Immediately, a distorted figure slowly appeared.

Some resemble a huge shell.

Several knobby twisted pseudopodia protrude from the half-open shell.

A face with sunken eye sockets peered out.

Others are an ugly giant that keeps roaring, but the horror is...

Where the face should have been was a terrifying tentacle.

What's more, it exists in this world completely in the form of sound waves.

The sound waves it produces can penetrate all barriers. When facing it, even if the ears are blocked, it will not work, even the deaf cannot be spared.

Most of those weird playing tunes were transmitted from the other party.

then……

Just in a trance.

Behemos saw the other party coming in front of him.

Far apart, Behemoth was both affected by the disgusting tune.

And now...

When these voices appeared close to Behemos.

He suddenly felt that every cell in him began to howl and scream.

Behemoth endured unimaginable pain.

He seems to have entered a cycle ravaged by eerie music.

Time becomes meaningless at this moment.

One year.

1000 years.

10 years.

Or...

Only for a split second.

Behemoth is covered in music.

Habit is a process.

Doing something for a long time will automatically turn into a constant habit after a certain number of days.

Behemoth was going through terrible changes right now.

at first.

The voice in the ear is both monotonous and disgusting.

And after countless hours of baptism, the initial disgust has long since become an indescribable enjoyment.

Behemoth mastered the skill of playing.

Not just Himself.

Rather, every cell in the body has mastered the ability to play.

That's when...

The invisible sound wave handed a flute to Behemos.

Without any hesitation.

Behemoth held it in his hands.

correct……

He no longer has hands.

Under the influence of the weird music, Behemoth's body has undergone a qualitative change.

Endless tentacles spread around the body.

He took the flute and played familiar notes.

And the tentacles on his body began to dance along with the music.

At this moment, Behemoth became the most beautiful boy in the entire interstellar cemetery.

Those monsters with distorted appearance were all attracted by Behemoth, and immediately gathered around him.

A cemetery shrouded in darkness.

Indescribable, the source of all evil and chaos.

Countless twisted and terrifying monsters.

Everything here is washing Behemoth's spiritual world all the time.

But he seems to have gotten used to it.

He blended into this terrible environment.

He has become an indispensable member here.

Thoughts wander.

With a call, Behemoth returned to the shop.

The memories of the two worlds began to overlap.

Behemoth suddenly heard a tearing sound coming from the back of his head.

"Don't be rude!"

Behemoth suddenly came to his senses and tried his best to stop the fission of his body.

Chen Feng was on the side, looking at the customer who had been staring at the scroll for a long time, he couldn't help asking:

"Are you okay?"

Hearing the question, Behemoth put down the scroll, unlike the initial confusion, at this moment, it seemed that he had found the belonging of his soul.

so that...