Haunted Places Live

In the memory woven by the already gone No. [-] Chu Yang, the Prophet is turning back to Lynch bit by bit.His hatred, his remorse, and the sadness of his lost love are healing little by little in the reconstructed past.

But Xu Shen doesn't know, and doesn't care, they only know that something that needs to be erased by them has appeared, and it has already had a great impact on them.They need to wipe out this serious threat, even if it means destroying all infected realities.

This may be their last threat.

At the same time, Nyarlathotep, hiding in a collapsing bubble of reality, stretched the swollen bubble in his abdomen, freeing the jailer Othar he had been imprisoning with his own body.Osar's pitch-black tentacles were like thick hot tar, flowing out from the opening of the swollen bubble, clinging and struggling, as if they were being born.

Nyarlathotep's consciousness flooded Othar's mind, and the ecstatic, sinister vision told him: Go, save your son, and fulfill your father's mission.

Osar felt the power of the preface that was rapidly becoming stronger in every reality. He no longer hesitated, tore open the cracks in reality, and rushed to the source of all chaos and transpiration.

But at this time, the three Chu Yang and Lin Qi who thought they were about to succeed did not know that bad luck was coming.

When the power of the prologue God suddenly appeared from all directions, silently but extremely quickly ordering all matter, spirit, past and future, they were not prepared.

They just saw a white light, a very holy and bright light, almost a light of joy, happiness and yearning, rising from the sky.But it is not kind, just as the entropy god is not evil, they are just two completely different forces that have been devouring each other and coexisting since time immemorial.Humans were created by their power, but for them, human existence has no meaning, but a by-product to achieve some goals.They don't care whether human beings are happy, whether they are worth living, nor do they care about the past and glory of the civilization created by human beings, just as they never care about the survival of any race or planet.

The worship and supplication of lower creatures are like the existence and supplication of ants to human beings, and it is impossible for them to hear them.Unless these creatures become their pawns, their carriers and pawns under certain set coincidences.

Those lands that have not yet been disintegrated, the cities saved by Chu Yang and Lin Qi, and the hundreds of millions of survivors in these three realities all turned into scattered stable atoms in an instant, and there was no time for pain. of.

When Xu Shen's first ray of light fell on Chu Yang's vines, he let out a painful scream.It was an unprecedented pain, a pain thousands of times more intense than being burned by a raging fire.His extended limbs were quickly gasified, and Roiger was directly swallowed up. Chu Yang could clearly feel that the smaller twins were screaming in his consciousness, and then turned into nothingness.

The intense fear, the fear of turning into nothingness made him start to retract his vine desperately.He could barely feel Zaal wailing in his mind, partly from pain, partly from the eternal loss of his other half.In front of Xu Shen, he has no power to fight back, and he has no time to fight back.

The other two filthy twins of Chu Yang were not as powerful. All the vines began to gasify at the same time, and the infection continued, spreading directly to the bodies of the two Chu Yang at a lightning-fast explosion speed.

Chu Yang and Chu Yi, the devourers, let out extremely miserable and painful wails, their bodies gradually became transparent in the sacred light, and flew away like smoke.

Chu Yang vaguely knew that this was their end.Neither he nor Lynch would be able to survive such power.Almost instinctively, he rushed towards Lynch eagerly, and Lynch also opened his hands.Facing the doomsday brought by the gods, they embraced tightly.

However, Lynch began to release all the entropy in his body, and the countless tentacles that were diffused with dazzling star colors began to wrap around him layer by layer, just like what he saw in the memory of the prophet, the first Chu The same thing that Yang did.

Chu Yang's eyes widened and he began to struggle.He shook his head in horror and begged, tears gushing out, "Don't! Don't! Don't leave me!"

He is not afraid of dying, he is afraid of being alone.

Just like a prophet, falling into eternal darkness.

But Lin Qi held up Chu Yang's face with his human hands, and kissed his lips deeply.

"Don't be afraid." Chu Yang heard Lin Qi's sad and reluctant voice in his head, "Live on, we will meet again."

Then, Lynch in front of him showed a painful expression.But Lynch was doing his best not to look too miserable.He didn't want to give Chu Yang more cruelty and pain, but at the moment when the God of Preface descended, he saw his father's tentacles squeezed into this reality at the same time, appearing near the prophet.He gradually understood the last truth hidden in the Necronomicon, the prophecy given by Yogg Sothoth that was only engraved in his consciousness.

He is doomed to sacrifice, because he wants to protect the last Chu Yang from Xu Shen.

Just like the first Chu Yang was destined to protect the last Lynch.

But it was so painful that he couldn't help screaming.But no matter how painful it was, he tightly and tightly closed all his tentacles, one by one, layer by layer, using his body inherited from the entropy god to protect his most cherished person.

This was his last obsession before he died.

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On the other side, the prophet who was suddenly pulled out of the beautiful memory woven by the first Chu Yang began to be swallowed by the power of the preface before he even had time to understand what happened.

Familiar pain, nightmare pain, and those sad eyes that are unforgettable in memory.For a moment, he couldn't tell which node in his memory, which part of his life was the reality.

But none of that mattered anymore, because he was going to die.

In the overwhelming pain, he actually felt a certain kind of peace.

It can finally stop, it is finally coming to an end, and there is no need to exist painfully for an illusory hopeless hope.

Suddenly, the pain eased.

He opened his eyes, but saw boundless black, strong tentacles enveloping him.Just like how Chu Yang protected him back then.

He opened his eyes wide in confusion, but saw Lin Qiao floating in front of him, emitting a faint light in the darkness.He looked like a human being now, that face that was always stern and ruthless, but now there were all kinds of rich emotions that Lynch couldn't identify.

human emotions.

The jailer who has survived for hundreds of millions of years in countless realities—the god of entropy, Osar, became a human being and a father at this moment.He looked at the life he had created, the first son, and the last son, with a somewhat unfamiliar, thin, but real guilt and love.

The Prophet, or rather Lynch, didn't get it.He opened his blank eyes wide, like a child who doesn't understand anything.

"I shouldn't give up on you." Lin Qiao said to him, "I should be your father. I just don't know how to be a father."

He may not know, even Lynch himself doesn't know, how long the Prophet Lynch has been waiting for this sentence.Perhaps, from the very beginning, from the first time his mother asked where his father was, from the first time he saw him, he had been waiting.

But he didn't expect that the moment he finally waited for was the end.

Lin Qiao's body changed rapidly, becoming his real appearance, a huge and terrifying jailer, with majestic tentacles that could tear apart any reality with ease.For so many years, he has hidden his strength under the palm of Xu Shen, and let his son kill his incarnation one after another.But the prologue gods have forgotten that he is the descendant of Yugosothoth after all, the heir of the omniscient and omnipotent god.

The entropy in his body exploded like a terrifying nuclear bomb, and the rapidly expanding black pressed against the hot and pure Xu Shen like an unstoppable night.His body was torn and devoured by the Sequence Gods, but he was strong and brave, and he also crazily bit the bodies of the Sequence Gods that had not been injured for many years, like the most ferocious beast in the universe that could devour the stars .

Osar, using his entropy god's body to form a spherical barrier, forcibly pushed the power of the sequence god away.His entropy force ferociously eroded the body of Xu Shen, dyeing those huge pure white bodies that human consciousness could not understand into black.With the injury of many preface gods, and even the death of several preface gods, countless realities were wiped out, and people didn't even have time to understand what happened. They existed in the previous moment, and returned to nothingness in the next moment.

This is truly a war between gods.Any life, race, civilization, planet or reality is dust in front of them.

However, no matter how powerful Othar actually is, no matter whether he has swallowed two of the most powerful prologues: Buster and Ketanid, no matter whether a third of reality has already been in their battle After all, the gods of order almost came out in full force, but he was alone, fighting against the entire "heaven" with the power of a single god.Soon, he began to be infected by the power of the prologue gods, and those thick, liquid-like entropy that seemed disgusted were quickly swallowed by the dazzling white light.The darkness that originally covered the sky shrank rapidly, and was dismantled and dismembered by the murderous order gods who swarmed up.

At the last moment of his life, Osar sent his "heart", a pure entropy core, into Lynch's chest.A black seed possessed the power to be born directly from Azathoth, and the moment it landed on the black skin on Lynch's chest, it quickly disappeared like a sugar cube falling into boiling water.Lynch didn't seem to notice it, his wide-open eyes could only see the mass of black tentacles that were still fighting, biting, and devouring getting smaller and smaller, and finally swallowed by all the white.

The father he had always hated was gone.

He had killed Lin Qiao countless times, but he knew that the one who died was just one of Lin Qiao's incarnations, so he never cared about it.He thought that in order to achieve his goal, he would not hesitate to kill his father himself.Because his father never loved him, never cared about him, and the only purpose of his father bringing him into this world was to bring him the Big Crunch.That being the case, since even his father was willing to pretend to be killed by him, of course he didn't care.

But until now, he didn't know that he had never really lost hope.

In the deepest and deepest darkness in his heart, under the ruthlessness, mystery and numbness on the surface, he is still trying to realize his father's wish, still hoping that when he brings about the Great Crunch, maybe his father will love him, even for a while little bit.

But now, he has it, and his father is gone.

Lynch lowered his head, and saw another Lynch who was still curled up tightly in a scorched mass, but refused to let go, and saw the faint, familiar vine light in the depths of those tentacles.

The memory and energy in Osar's core suddenly exploded in Lynch's body, making the darkness in his body start to burn wildly.He sensed the imprints left in Orthar and in his consciousness by the gods waiting in the closed reality that no one could see, such as Yugosothoth, Nyarlathotep, and Azathoth.

His rival, the object of his jealousy, Lin Qi of this world died to save his Chu Yang.And he understood what Chu Yang would experience after surviving.

But the most powerful thing is never happiness, but pain.

Happiness makes people weak, only pain will give you endless strength and give you a chance to live after death.

So when the light of Xu Shen pressed on him and the last Chu Yang again, he stretched out a part of his tentacles, taking over from the charred Lynch, wrapping Chu Yang layer by layer.

He said to Chu Yang, who had lost all light in his eyes and fell into eternal darkness and madness, "I understand why two people are needed."

One burns himself, severely injures the gods of order, destroys all remaining realities, shakes their control of Azathoth, and dies with the gods of order.The other took the opportunity to tear apart the closed reality, entered Azathoth, seized the control of the core of the universe, released all entropy gods, and re-determined the final reality.

One destruction, one rebirth.

Chu Yang, who was in extreme pain and could no longer react to anything, slowly raised his pupils, leaving only dark eyes.Most of his Lynch has been gasified, only half of his completely carbonized face remains.The tightly wrinkled brows still maintained a look of pain, Chu Yang stretched out a trembling hand, and gently touched his cheek.The remaining carbon atoms immediately scattered, like a piece of black smoke melted away.

He, like the Prophet, ended up with nothing left.

Their relatives, lovers, friends, and the world are all gone.

Maybe that's their fate, that's why they were chosen by the gods.They have no choice.

Chu Yang raised his left hand, and gently twisted his right hand.

A cello appeared in his arms, with the familiar weight and notches, it was his original one, the one he had lost back in Black Moon Castle.

Although the qin looks the same, the strings and bow are no longer ordinary materials, but are born from his mind, a concept that does not exist in any reality.

He closed his eyes, recalling that the morning he had just received the stigmata, he woke up from a nightmare, only to see Lynch falling asleep on the sofa with cat legs.The morning breeze blew the white gauze curtains, and the golden sunlight shone on Lynch's skin and hair, as if he was the immortal Dorian Gray in an oil painting.

He began to pull on the strings.

The author has something to say: it will end tomorrow~