Chapter 939 Monster City

Yago looked at a city from afar.

On this desolate land without borders, a strange city stands in the wasteland.

He has a familiar feeling.

That feeling was right, it was Twilight.

It is the feeling of the secret light of the twilight pathway.

but why?

Yago, in the crow posture, watched all this from afar.

Pollution, extremely strong pollution, is covering the city.

Because of this strong pollution, he didn't intend to get close.

This extremely powerful pollution was enough to make him uncomfortable.

but

Why, my current "pollution" is so weak?

In contrast, Yago suddenly remembered this question.

Starting from the middle sequence, starting from being able to reveal the old posture, the power of the Extraordinary will have a radiant effect on the surrounding environment.

"The power of a wizard", the product of the combination of power that can distort the external environment and an extremely powerful will.

Although, now, he has confirmed that his "essence" is not the path of death, nor the "path of probability", but a kind of "adaptation to the environment" as the main body, which will change the form of existence after reaching a certain condition Strange form of existence.

From flesh and blood life to "cognitive life", from "cognitive life" to the present "time life".

It's just that he doesn't quite know what opportunity is needed.

However, combined with the timing of these two transformations.

At least, "contact" is required.

When changing from "cognitive life" to "time life", apart from the external environment, the most obvious thing is that his body spontaneously, as if instinctively gnawed on the "insect slough" or "snake slough" statue.

The power of the "Undead Pathway" and "Probability Pathway" that he now has is more like a residence for him.

He is lodged in the forces of these two paths, in the "body" shaped by these forces.

like

In the field of cognition, those weird worms parasitic in the corresponding sequence images.

However, Yago has a problem.

That is, why I can attach to the sequence pathway in this form.

What has happened to him, the "Diago of the past"? Or. What will happen?

The coincidences that I have experienced now have clearly demonstrated that I am the "Diago of the past", but I am experiencing things in the "present" and "future".

The time that has collapsed, the disordered timing.

Also, his own ignorance of the "past" is telling him that his "part" to the "real Diego", or the "complete Diego", and the world , "already" has many intersections.

for example

"Nightmare".

This reminds him of "Eternal Nightmare", the high-ranking member of the Black Bell Church, and the weird "Mirror World", is it himself?

What is the connection between "Eternal Nightmare" and his "Diago"?

In the city that Yago looked at from a distance, one after another figures were sparsely shuttled.

In this city, however, it is not human beings who move about the streets here, and live in buildings that are manifestly unfit for human habitation.

One after another, monsters with inhuman features walked on the wide streets.

Wolf? lion? antelope? goat? mouse?

These monsters don't have any particularly uniform features. They may have three or four deformed heads, or five, six, seven or eight legs, and their bodies are messy with various mouths, eyes and other organs.

If you have to find the smallest common divisor, it is probably hair.

These monsters are all hairy.

However, it is not completely irregular.

A gigantic, four-legged monster with goat's hooves and sharp claws at the tips of its toes was staring at the street.

Seeing him, all the monsters walking on the street like a group of demons danced nervously or went around nervously.

The more weird and disordered the body shape, the simpler its movements.

Cringe or ignore.

Only those with relatively "normal" body shape choose to turn around, go around or go straight after a moment of hesitation.

Looking at this scene, the four-legged monster with antelope horns on its head opened its mouth.

Opened two mouths.

One mouth is located at the lower part of the somewhat deformed head, and the other is located on the top of the head, between the two crooked corners.

If one can observe the city from a bird's-eye view, one will find

The closer the urban area is to the center, the more symmetrical the monsters appearing in it.

Those monsters with crooked toes and even heads, asymmetrical left and right, all lived in the outskirts of the city.

And in the very center.

On a rough platform, a horned thing growing on the top of its head was twisted and criss-crossed, matching the hair to form a four-legged creature like a crown, looking towards the desolate land outside the city.

The hair on its body, like other parts of the body, is roughly symmetrical and even.

However, there are two mouths on its head.

On the head that resembles a deer and resembles a wolf, located on the left and right sides, the eyes, one red and one gray, turned slightly as if seeing something at this moment.

Beside it, another two-mouthed monster approached, with huge horns resembling a crown growing on its head. It opened its mouth like a grin, and made a vague sound:

"Your Majesty, ten rounds of red nights have passed, will the people in the flames come?"

Hearing the voice, the two-mouthed monster who was looking out of the city had a humanized distressed expression on its inhuman face:

"That group of monsters doesn't follow any rules. They come at different intervals every time."

Hearing this, the questioner who looked a bit old grinned again and made a voice:

".what.is.'interval'?"

Hearing this question, the two-mouthed monster called "Your Majesty" turned his head and took a look.

It can clearly see that the eyes of its loyal followers are filled with bewilderment, and the divine light that should have been clear in those pupils has become chaotic.

Seeing this scene, it couldn't help sighing, and patiently explained:

"Time from one feeding to the next."

When it said these words, it was stunned for a while, with humanized sorrow appearing on its face, and murmured:

"Hey eat"

Either helpless, or sad, or both, with complicated emotions, it turned around, with a little resolute look on its face:

"At least, at least stay here."

"Hold here."

With a little sense of struggle and exhaustion, it repeated this sentence again and again, as if it was a mission.