Chapter 922 Monastery

Although he could sense the horror of this "nest", Yago still moved towards this strange area intertwined with light and dark.

The closer he got, the more Yago could feel the abnormality in this area.

Because, as he approached, Yago even found that his senses seemed to be distorted.

It is obviously a perception that spreads forward, but what is captured is something in another direction.

but

Is there a problem with the direction of the extension of my senses, or is the information and representation of this lair intertwined with light and dark misplaced?

After walking for a while, Yago stopped.

Door.

In front of him is a gate.

However, this is the information captured by his perception, mixed with several different results.

In terms of "visual information", this is the same as the surrounding area, a wall-like nest formed of light and dark things.

As far as "auditory information" is concerned, the place is empty without any obstructions.

In terms of "olfactory information", from this area, a stench like decaying corpses poured out—the stench of a large amount of decayed matter.

In terms of "tactile information", there is wind blowing here, but the direction is not consistent with the direction of the smell captured by the sense of smell, and the wind is blowing from the side.

And from the perspective of himself, as a "cognitive life", the cognitive senses that ordinary creatures do not have, there is a "door" in front of him.

A huge door.

Yago was also a little troubled by the chaotic overlapping of information.

However, Yago did not rush into this invisible door.

He turned around and walked towards what he could feel - the direction the wind was blowing from.

After Yago took a few steps, he suddenly stopped.

Because the things around him, the things he perceives, and all kinds of information have changed.

The place he was in was no longer in front of the nest structure where illusory light and shadow intersected, but an empty area.

He saw a very scary building.

It is white, like a building formed by the interweaving of countless silk threads.

A cluster of white buildings.

Huge and pale, like churches

monastery?

Although the form of the building was somewhat similar to a church, Yago quickly recognized that these buildings were closer to a monastery.

A monastery and a church are not the same thing.

A monastery may contain a church, but a church is just a church.

The monastery is closer to the concepts of "hermitage" and "practice place". There are basically various buildings related to life and theology, and there are also churches.

The church is only a gathering place for believers to worship and pray, and a place to preach to non-believers.

Although in the era when Jago lived, there were very few buildings with obvious differences between the two types, but they still existed.

However, for Yago, it is irrelevant now whether it is a monastery or a church.

What matters are the buildings themselves.

These buildings, these pale buildings, are more like giant cocoons, or the shed carapaces of arthropods.

When the word "chrysalis" came out of his mind, Yago inexplicably felt a chill in his body.

If it's someone else, maybe they won't care.

But Yago couldn't do it.

After all, in his field of cognition, in those closed rooms in that Mercury City, those cognitive images that represent the path of probability all have a state of being parasitized by insects.

These things in front of him, these terrifying pale buildings, are closely related to the deviation of his probability path.

Taking a deep breath, Yago calmed down, tensed his nerves, and walked towards this stretch of pale monastery.

The closer he got, the more he could feel that something had changed in him.

However, in an inexplicable impulse, he didn't even check carefully what had happened to him, and walked towards the pale monastery without stopping.

He came to the gate of the monastery.

The off-white silk thread constituted a fence similar to the monastery architectural style seen in the previous life.

And in his perception, these fences are surprisingly consistent with the surrounding environment.

There is no dislocation of information like when I first entered this dream-like lair of interlaced light and dark.

Yago held out his hand.

It was also at this time that he realized that his hands had, at some point, turned into silver-gray armor.

However, at this moment, his armor is not as smooth as before, like metal, like flowing mercury.

It's rough, more like the chitinous shell of some kind of creature.

However, in appearance, it still looks like the headless horseman.

Still no head.

Several gray and white buildings are joined together in the structure of a tower bridge. This kind of serious military castle building is rare in ancient European history. Instead, it mostly appears in buildings decorated for decoration after the Renaissance. Yago Naturally familiar.

However, looking at these buildings, Yago felt like seeing some kind of arthropod body structure.

His "cognitive senses" captured such information.

With that inexplicable feeling, Yago continued to move forward.

For some reason, he felt strangely familiar.

As if he is very familiar with this place.

Driven by this inexplicable feeling, Yago walked straight to the center of the monastery. He didn't even observe the various things that appeared on both sides of the road, but went straight forward.

Finally, he came to a huge church-like building.

The door was open, as if it had been opened not long ago, but the mottled traces seemed to have been opened a long time ago and not closed.

Yago let out a deep breath and walked into the church with inexplicable anxiety.

Then, he stopped in his tracks.

In his vision, in his sight, inside this church, there is a huge statue.

In this church, there are no seats, no decorations, only this statue.

At a glance, the statue appears to be a pale ball with intricate and strange patterns on its surface.

However, if you look closely, you can see that the "patterns" on the ball are actually similar to the arthropods and tentacles of insects.

However, Yago can also feel it.

This is an "empty shell".

This is the shed shell of some arthropod-like creature.

Inexplicably, under some impulse, Yago stretched out his arm.

He opened his mouth.

How did he open his "mouth" without a head?

When this idea came up, it had already been answered.

His arm, the silver-white arm like armor, was torn apart suddenly, a crack was torn open.

In a grisly scene, his arm "gnaws" at the statue.