Another World: My life is on the hook!

"You are all just prisoners in this cage. You think you are very smart, but you don't know that from the moment you fall, everything about you has been watched and controlled by the jailers."

"Are you still thinking about crossing the border and returning?"

The God of Myriad Opportunities and Sir Egwene all turned their heads, staring fixedly at the huge eyeball in the crack surging in the far sky.

The ruler of flesh and blood, the root of this land of hell.

"What did you say?"

The murderous eyes of the God of Myriad Opportunities surged with monstrous darkness.

That eyeball was still staring at them without fluctuation, as if staring at a group of poor people who could only be manipulated by others,

"This is your cage, poor creatures, don't you realize it by now?"

"The reason why you can survive here for a long time is not because you are lucky or unlucky enough, but because you are still useful. Each of you represents a system and knowledge."

"Mechanical ascension, flesh and blood ascension, psychic ascension, divine power, natural eternity, Titan power, you are just specimens left by that darkness, just like to prevent those beasts that were killed from being completely extinct, so there will always be Leave some kindling in their group, and keep them in captivity."

"Do you think you are facing a cold winter?"

"No, the old order you represent is that cold winter."

The hoarse, sneering voice was almost full of sarcasm and banter.

The eyes of all the roots were fixed on him, but his words, like knives, hit their consciousness heavily.

The eyeball looked at them ironically.

It was like watching a bunch of struggling clowns.

His vicious and sarcastic voice rumbled in their ears.

"Among you, there should be guys who have existed since the beginning of the new era, so why don't you think about it? In the era when you were just sprouting, why didn't your heavens have gods that are now everywhere in almost every field? ?”

"Is it not there in the first place, or what happened to them?"

"You should be able to think about it, look at yourself, look at the present, and look at this hell, don't you still understand the truth of this hell?"

He laughed sarcastically, and his huge eyeballs watched every source present.

"Stay at ease, poor people! There is no calamity, and there is no darkness. The catastrophe that you speak of since 3000 years ago is nothing but the reincarnation that every age is destined to experience!"

"And soon you will become the old gods, and you will be gradually abandoned and forgotten in the long river of time, just like us, the remnants of the previous era."

"This is your fate."

He laughed sarcastically, that hoarse laugh that was like cutting your eardrums with a knife.

That eyeball was also in the midst of madness and twisting, constantly struggling to produce countless hideous and weird cheeks, the twisting and joking contained in the smile made people almost go crazy just by looking at it.

"And if I'm not mistaken, jailers, it's time to work."

……

Under the surging black mist in the far sky.

"Hee hee hee ha ha ha ha."

A black-and-white clown with a cracked smile clapped his hands mechanically, and his funny colorful clown hat reflected the long black sideburns beside him.

In the wind and dust, the pig-headed butcher carrying a butcher knife stopped, raised his head, and looked at the sky indifferently and calmly.

over his shoulders.

The half-crying half-smiling clown was still smiling mechanically, but his laughter was harsh as if he was crying.

"It's about to break out of prison. If that happens, it will disturb that sleepy man, hehehehahaha!"

The pig-headed butcher raised his head indifferently, looking at the sky.

He said nothing.

It's like a routine.

He took off the burlap bag on his waistband, and there was the faint sound of marbles colliding in it.

He stretched out his hand and grabbed a handful of colorful beads, sniffed them lightly, and then crushed them bit by bit, accompanied by wisps of black air and sharp screams, those broken beads soon fell on him A new pitch-black marble gathered in his hands.

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"Although the Heart of the Colossus was not traded, giving it a chance to cross the border, but with the addition of these evil thoughts, hell can bring it back to its original shape."

"If you can't do it, then you can only ask the master to help."

He said indifferently.

The crying and laughing clown turned his head away, looked at the pig-headed butcher, tilted his head and said with a sly smile:

"But that one... has not been clear for a long time. I remember hearing you say that the last time was... at the beginning of this era."

sky.

The black mist became more and more frenzied.

The pig-headed butcher raised his head and looked at the surging black mist in the sky for a long time, as if he could penetrate the dust and see the colors in the sky above. His eyes flashed countless halos that no one could understand.

for a long time.

He retracted his gaze and slowly let go of his hand.

"Yes."

The pitch-black marble slowly slipped from his hand and landed heavily on the ground, splashing strands of sand and dust.

"If you don't wake up again."

"We're going to help the evildoers."

clack la la la——

Cracks were crisply cracked on the marble, and countless surging black air climbed out of it ferociously, gradually forming a distorted darkness, which was swallowed by the land in big mouthfuls, chewing .

The tall black mist that could vaguely see the red light seemed to be the same way, becoming deeper and darker.