They all call me the Outer God

In the dark void, the man sitting on the throne half-opened his lifeless eyes, and his lips covered by the cloak murmured unconsciously.

He himself has a special dark temperament, and his face is handsome, as if he has always stayed in the best years. In front of him, time has frozen, and nothing can reach his eyes.

In this man's hand, he is holding a shining square trioctahedron, which is probably the only light source in this dark space.

[I have seen the future... Consciousnesses try to disobey me and be my enemy]

His fingers moved slightly, and there seemed to be countless tough transparent threads in the air connected to the invisible end.

Serge squeezed out of a piece of tentacles, cut them off in anger, and then raised his eyes to look at Him.

That person slowly and unquestionably pointed the spear at the god on the throne.

[They are all independent, another proof of my existence]

Serge should not have seen the existence of the Black Pharaoh, but he still walked towards the prey step by step as if he was not shielded by anything. Perhaps he was the prey, or perhaps in front of God, they were as insignificant as ordinary livestock.

No, the only difference is that by killing the clone, the main body can get all the memories of the clone.

"Some accidents happened, Fenern Ka, I know you are there, staring at your clone, expecting to get a lot of memories, but you are afraid you will be disappointed, because this time, I am the only one who came to kill you."

In a place without illusions, Serge stood in the sandstorm and pointed his weapon at the lifeless sand giant.

But he was very surprised in his heart. After all, according to the character of the Black Pharaoh, he should not appear directly in front of him, let alone in this kind of awakening posture.

In the face of death, few people can be fearless, but Serge thinks he is lucky. It is also a lucky thing that he found the person that other clones racked their brains to find.

Sure enough, if there is a lucky person in the meme, it will be much easier to find things.

"Do you know how long I have been looking for you? Several years... Hundreds of years, in the meantime, this body has even become a living dead, and has been infected with plague.

King, a being like you is born to die under your own blade.

Even if I can't succeed, there will be other clones to kill you..."

[They are not me, but they are also me, so is it me? ]

The king on the golden throne thought about this question and raised his head slightly, and his still lifeless pupils reflected the expression of the person in front of him without any ripples.

He saw that person, Serge Hephisgetu, rushing towards this side like crazy, one hand into a claw, and his arm quickly crystallized, stabbing the heart of the god at the fastest speed.

Until the moment when Serge approached his heart, the pupils of the black pharaoh finally reflected the invisible silk threads connecting the head and limbs of the clone. Those threads crisscrossed, and the final starting point was at the tip of his five fingers.

This is the trajectory called fate.

At that moment, the Pharaoh closed his eyes, as if he was mocking, and Serge's movements came to an abrupt stop.

"Boom--"

He stiffened like a puppet that had lost control, and then collapsed to the ground powerlessly, in front of the throne of God, kneeling before him like the servants in shackles thousands of years ago.

Serge's head hit the ground for a long time, and then he slowly raised it. At that moment, the two looked at each other.

He finally saw the king's eyes up close. They were a pair of eyes that were so empty that they were scary. Through those eyes, it seemed that he could see all the distortions and chaos in the world, and all of these were hidden in the eternal and lonely darkness.

He shed tears, then stood up staggeringly and pinched God's neck with both hands.

"Hahahahahahahahahaha, hahahahahahahahahaha!"

His laughter echoed throughout the space.

"Interesting!"

"Really interesting!?"

"We are one person, and everything about us is controlled by you, but what's the difference between this and ordinary people entertaining themselves! A person attacks his right hand with his left hand, but cares about who wins and who loses... You say, answer me! What's the difference between this behavior and schizophrenia!

For so many years, I have played this drama enough, when will it end!!!"

[When will it end!!!]

The black pharaoh and he made the same sound, and then laughed sadly.

[It's impossible to end——]

"Schizophrenia-like one-man show, everything is for my consciousness, I come to kill myself, I come to kill myself."

[The world is originally a crazy stage, guess what we are doing? We deceived everyone, even ourselves. ]

"God is originally a huge lie, I act like I am going to kill you, and you will be killed by me in a place where no one can see."

[Who killed who? 】

"Is this really the wish of the entity? We are all Nyarlathotep's pawns, but we are also his consciousness. They have been asleep for a long time. What are we doing?"

[We are performing a drama]

"And the name of this absurd drama is..."

[Meme interpretation]

Fifteen cards with different faces appeared in front of the Black Pharaoh, and then those cards disappeared in mid-air.

"It's a pity that the Godhead was not fooled, and no one came to cooperate with our interpretation, but now, I want you to continue to interpret - until the meme zero."

Serge's hands gradually dropped, and his eyes were cloudy and uncertain, but they concealed the depression before the storm.

The Black Pharaoh is like a person sitting alone in front of the chessboard, and those clones, including Serge in front of him, are all his chess pieces.

He can give names to the pieces, arrange their directions, and then pick up one piece and place it next to another like a child.

【I'm coming to kill you now】

"Bang."

Another chess piece falls.

The player then raised the chess piece to his eyes and imitated its sound.

[We are coming to kill you now... Why do you control us, why can you become that chess player]

Then the chess piece was held up by the hand and hit hard against the chess player's nose, while the other chess pieces also cheered.

【We succeeded! We are victorious! Now, we are the chess players! 】

This is probably a game from the gods.

But the person holding the chess pieces is not the chess piece of another being. His will progresses layer by layer, and all the chess pieces are him.

Just like He said -

You can all be counted as me. When you walk on the earth, it is equivalent to me walking on this land step by step.

"So now, I should fulfill my obligation and kill you."

Serge was not afraid of the person in front of him. He stood up from the ground again, then tensed his muscles, used all his strength to crystallize his body, got close to the Black Pharaoh, and then exploded.

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"boom!!!!!"

In reality, the owner of the sand was affected by his owner's self-destruction. The self-destruction of the patient with meme 3 was devastating. The yellow sand destroyed everything with the air waves generated by the explosion, and the few clouds in the sky were instantly dispersed.

The light of the explosion even briefly dimmed the desert shrouded in sunlight for a moment, and then there was a loud sound that made the eardrums burst on the spot.

A beetle on the edge of the explosion was pushing a maracas, but the maracas dissipated on the spot, and it was blown away to a distant stone and fell heavily.

It rolled over on the ground several times and was buried in the sand. It finally emerged again, shaking its tentacles.

Not long after, it saw a figure walking out from the direction of the explosion.

The man grabbed the gas mask on his face and threw it aside. He tied up his long curly hair that was scattered by the blast of air. He held a spear in his hand as a crutch and walked step by step in the direction of the beetle.

Seeing this, the beetle ran away quickly, but the man behind him was faster. He threw the spear at the beetle with a strong force and nailed it to the ground.

"Xia Gai Monster, you are really everywhere."

The man stood in front of the beetle. The beetle twisted its ten limbs desperately, but soon, its head became blank and its movements relaxed.

"You are really a powerful clone. Have you successfully obtained the authority of the Black Pharaoh?"

The beetle's voice revealed a smile.

Serge pulled out his spear, and a glowing cube-sided crystal gradually appeared in his other hand.

"What do you think? I would say that the other clones are useless, but they have been thinking about the Black Pharaoh for so long.

According to the meme of the lucky man, I only need to borrow all my future luck, and there is nothing else I can't find. "

"Then what will you do in the future?"

"I borrowed your luck. After all, we are all a family, right?"

Serge leaned over and picked up the beetle from the ground, patted the sand on its surface and put it on his shoulder.

"It would be too pointless to just kill the Black Pharaoh. What I want to destroy is the Rising Sun. If it weren't for Him, we wouldn't have to be so worried now."

"That's impossible." Beetle shook his head.

“What are you talking about, we are [Great Chaos], there is nothing we can’t do.

Just like I found the seventh and eighth books of Revelation and summoned you, in the future, we will do even crazier things.

It’s always enjoyable to do these things, isn’t it? After all, we are wired to love all things chaotic. "

Serge put away the crystal in his hand. In the final analysis, he was just asking for something from himself. There was no use in leaving the authority on the sleepers, because they would not wake up in the short term. Once they really woke up, it would cause chaos. .

Therefore, he decided to wait until he met the Godhead and then use Him to reshape his authority. When it came to storing authority, there was no more useful container than the Godhead.

The only problem is that the godhead now has consciousness and has created new authority. From the moment he has the first authority, he is equivalent to the true God, while others can only weaken it, and it is difficult to completely eliminate God's power. consciousness.

In other words, directly killing that consciousness is as difficult as killing a god. Even Hephaestus can only find another way.

"It seems a bit far from here to Endles..."

Serge thought for a moment: “Forget it, just treat it as a trip abroad.

Let's go, Dung Beetle, I'll squeeze another ball for you, don't worry, you can push it and walk at the same time. "

"Who are you calling a dung beetle? That's sand I pushed!"

Beetle said angrily.

"Okay, okay, let's save the trouble and just give you a popular name called Xia En."

…

"Lord Kercha, what did you just say?"

Falmanf's voice trembled.

"I want to find out how people are infected with the plague and become patients. To do this, we need people to do experiments."

Riya scanned the people and extraordinary creatures present: "There is one thing that I have been curious about for a long time. In my memory, I have never seen anyone infected with the plague in person. Have you seen it?"

The patient in the crowd was stunned and subconsciously shook his head.

Not to mention seeing others infected with the plague, their memories of how they contracted the contamination disease and what happened after that have all become very vague.

If it is a plague, large-scale infections should occur after it appears, but so far people do not know how it spreads and how people get sick. It seems that a good person suddenly suffered from contamination... without any warning.

If the cause of the illness was contact with the clone of the Plague Knight, it makes no sense that all the patients would have forgotten that experience.

Epidemic doctors may know something, but if they don’t want to say it, no one can get the answer from their mouths.

Riya: "So, we can use humans as bait to lure out the source of the plague."

Everyone looked at each other, probably thinking that Riya's ideas were too unrealistic.

Using people as bait, who? How many people? Where did the plague come from?

And from a moral perspective, sacrificing innocent people to do these things sounds like something a villain would do.

Seeing that everyone was worried, Riya shook her head: "It's just a suggestion. Just listen to it and enjoy it."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

“Anyway, it’s your business to listen or not, and it’s my business to do it or not.

I heard that the origin of the plague is a mentality full of extreme negative emotions. If everyone maintains this mentality, it will be a great attraction to them. "

A negative mentality can easily lead to disease, because when a person subconsciously denies himself, those body functions decline rapidly and become weak.

Pollution syndrome may also have this factor, but its occurrence is still a matter of probability.

The appearance of each patient is random.

"If the dreamer needs to eat the life in the dream, then we can also try to see whether the people in the dreamland will be infected by the plague. I will make them afraid, and those residents will become the best experimental subjects."

"The Plague Knight may also be involved in the Dreamland, so I think this plan is completely feasible."

Before everyone could let go, their anger was stuck in their chests, and someone immediately started coughing.

Riya stared at the coughing person. The person said that his health was not good and his mental endurance was also very poor. He could not bear the heavy topic and needed to go out and vomit.

"Then go ahead. Your health is the most important thing. You should also pay more attention to your health."

Riya graciously let him leave, and the man hurriedly ran out of the house, then covered his heart for a moment and turned his head to stare somewhere in the south.

Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he still recalled Riya's previous words in his mind from time to time.

"There is a traitor among mankind."