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Indescribable

Far from being a humanoid silhouette, it is far from any human features!

Does not exist in any time and space!

He is here!

We are going to die! ! !

Great White Silent God, Windrunner, Wendigo

That name, which is far from being comprehensible to human beings, was squeezed out of the trembling teeth through Xia Ren's throat with an extremely weird pronunciation

——Itakua!

Itacuya! ! !

Chaos eroded their minds, and terrifying visions kept flashing in their minds,

Standing weaklings look up to the sky

Itakua's sight passes through layers of space, looking down...

Chapter 372 The Ancient Eternal

Two hundred kilometers away from the battlefield, in the middle of the Moka Desert.

The alarm at the Foundation headquarters was blaring, piercing bells echoed in the metal corridor, and there were striking red lights.

A cold female voice came from the loudspeaker of the radio, and the uniformed staff in the corridor hurried:

A third-level dangerous accident occurred, please return to the assigned post.Containment cartoon contestants, wheat field scarecrow, bone flute...the containment has been breached, the responsible personnel please take immediate measures, the basement [-]th floor has been closed, people below level B are forbidden to pass without special permission...

"The nature of the containment has become unstable!"

"Notify the superior and request permission to dispose of it!"

"A casualty accident occurred in the b1-5 area of ​​the third underground floor, and the cause of the accident is being investigated..."

"What exactly is going on?"

Two C-level investigators came to the corner of the corridor and stopped suddenly.

In front of them, a tall humanoid concrete statue had locked their eyes.

……

……

Eighteen floors underground.

The main body of the [-]-square-meter room is entirely made of special materials, like a solid box, which not only resists external influences, but also protects the outside from internal erosion.

The concepts of time and space have been distorted here. The unstable space-time rubs against each other, creating lightning-shaped black cracks. Each crack is more dangerous than high-energy particle beams. Any object with a physical entity that touches them will be instantly split and disintegrated. , and even be sucked into the chaotic corners of the universe, and even enter the outer dimension.

The source of this phenomenon is in the middle of the empty room.

Inside the transparent cylindrical glass jar, the teenager soaked in the emerald green liquid suddenly opened his empty eyes.

In the Eighteenth Purgatory, all restless contained objects were suppressed at this moment, and some weaker contained objects lost all activity on the spot and entered a state of silence.

On the boy's neck, the quaint key exudes a bright silver light...

……

……

Xia Ren had guessed several times what kind of existence the so-called ruler of the old days, that is, the old god, was.

Before he met Zhao Mingyue, he had always had his own understanding of God.

In his view, gods should represent a certain order in the universe, or rules, and their will can destroy human beings at will, but they have nothing to do with human beings.

God is high above, far beyond the boundaries that humans can touch, and those who believe that their selfish desires can be heard by God and can get His response are somewhat naive.

Because if gods can be swayed by people's opinions, what is the difference between them and the aunts of the neighborhood committee?

No matter before or after contacting Zhao Mingyue, although Xia Ren's view of God has changed greatly, one thing remains unchanged.

That is—God is far away.

He never thought that one day, he would be able to see the true face of God with his own eyes.

And now, that day has come.

A sandstorm that covered the sky and the sun enveloped him and Yi Zhiyu.

The cold temperature and the sound of the wind like howling ghosts surround the surroundings.

Complete darkness enveloped them tightly, just standing in place and not being swept away by the wind had consumed almost all of Xia Ren's and Yi Zhiyu's energy.

Two insignificant human beings stood in the horror scene of the end of the world, without the slightest ability to resist.

Above their heads, two crimson stars trembled, and the silhouette of a huge body appeared and disappeared in the sandstorm.

Those are the eyes of the great white god of silence, Ithaqua.

Just being stared at by these eyes, Xia Ren almost lost all sanity.

He had the fate dice in his mouth, but he forgot to use it at this moment.

Despair occupies the heights of reason.

"It's useless, I'm going to die here..."

Tentacles protruded from the back of his head, writhing uneasily, and the sound of waves from the distant deep sea seemed to ring in his ears again.

"h"""ngi,hulhu,r"""lyeh,n..."

The pronunciation was extremely weird, and obscure sentences came from Xia Ren's mouth.

Messy illusions appeared alternately in front of my eyes. On the dark and deep seabed, several magnificent humanoid sculptures were imprinted in their hands, staring ahead.

Under their feet, chains like flowing magma stretched out into the darkness.

In the surrounding space, some water vapor quietly spread out, but in the dry sandstorm, this change was insignificant at all.

Like the sound of thunder, under the two stars, Itakua opened his mouth and spit out a continuous white cloud.