Chapter 225 You Are Finally Here!

The pale moth drank the brain of the aging moth.

The power of the decaying fourth-order moth phase poured into its skull.

Even though this power had been dormant for many years and was dilapidated, it was still surging and surging, enough to burst the brain of a second-order secret transmitter!

Even this pale moth with a special secret could not be completely spared from the bombardment of such a surging chaotic power.

The head covered with condensation cracked open with several hideous cracks, and the skin, flesh and skull could not bear the increasingly swollen brain tissue. The wrinkled fat white seemed to flow out from the cracks in the skull.

The overflowing taboo knowledge was so mysterious and obscure that it could neither be expressed in words nor copied. It turned into dancing moths, which circled in the blood net cocoon and rushed towards the broken single-eyed body.

Densely packed tiny moths hugged into a ball, like a strange bone ball with a weird shape, filling the empty eye socket.

Through the mottled light that penetrated into his skull from the countless black moth eyes on the gray-white bone ball, Watson once again sneaked to Mansu uncontrollably.

He seemed to have suddenly woken up from his sleep, and when he opened his eyes again, he saw the dark woodland that was entangled like a shadow.

The woodland that should only exist in the era of vanishing memories seemed particularly silent, with no moths fluttering their wings, no moles whispering and crawling, and even the heavy iron trees seemed to be dead and no longer faintly emitting ancient pulses.

It seemed that everything was not yet perfect, and it seemed that this silent woodland had been dead for a while.

The pulsating organs of the past finally stopped making noise, and the gurgling blood condensed into foul-smelling dregs.

The dead cells have not yet completely decayed, and the ugly maggots have not yet hatched from the flesh and blood.

The annoying carrion flies have not yet been attracted by this huge lump of delicious food.

The death of the forest is still in a quiet and peaceful stage. The initially decayed flesh and blood has not yet fermented and steamed with a rotten stench, there are no disgusting fat white maggots burrowing around, and there are no greedy flies chattering.

Death at this stage... can definitely be called beautiful and charming.

It not only retains the beauty of life that has not completely disappeared, but also enjoys the quiet beauty of death.

Such a perfect forest... is so quiet that it makes people terrified, as if all this silence is just a moment of calm before the storm, just to welcome some unimaginable horror!

Watson turned his head in confusion, wanting to look at the situation elsewhere, but felt that his neck was as hard as iron, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't turn his head.

Even the trunk and limbs seemed to be injected with cement, and the blood vessels were filled with stiffness and hardening. No matter how the brain shouted the command to fire nerves, it could not wake up the body that seemed to have fallen into deep sleep.

It was as if the mortal body had been petrified by Medusa's sight, and could only stand there woodenly, like an anesthetized pig waiting to be slaughtered.

Watson was then shocked to find that he could not even control the muscles of his eyelids freely.

The vision of the only eyeball was strictly limited to the position directly in front, like a camera that was fixed to shoot the background picture, and had to wait for the real protagonist to appear before moving.

Then he saw the protagonist of this trip, the deformed and terrifying monster slowly walking out of the shadows.

The incomplete three special eyes had grown new pupils again, but although the three pupils were all multi-faceted prism-shaped crystals, the materials of the crystals were different.

The left pupil was emerald like the emerald on the queen's necklace.

The right pupil was bright red like the cross Delong star stone in India.

The pupils on his forehead were as gray as the Mountain of Light on the top of the crown.

However, the star-shaped twisted tentacles in front of the nose were all broken, as if they had been cut by an extremely sharp sword. There were still strands of dark and sticky blood flowing out of the flat broken section, dripping on the thick land and making a sizzling corrosion sound.

The seven hooked toes of the deformed bird stepped on the solid ground, and even the sleeping and dead earth seemed to jump up in fright, and the trembling rhythm was transmitted from the soles of his feet to the petrified Watson's heart.

He looked at the deformed big mouth composed of countless fangs and sharp teeth of varying thickness, which was blooming an exaggerated and hideous crazy laugh.

The vague memory that had existed in his mind for a long time suddenly became clear, just like the figure of the deformed monster in front of him also penetrated into his heart, and used the strange claws with seven thick, thin, sharp or rugged fingers to wave violently, helping him dispel the confusion and puzzlement in his heart.

I remembered!

It was it... the unknown creature that appeared in the environment where the moth in the brain drank the cup and was promoted! The ancient monster that should have been extinct and dead!!!

Watson's doubts were not relieved by the complete recovery of past memories, but became more and more solemn, and all kinds of miscellaneous thoughts sparked in his mind.

"I finally remembered... When the moth phase was promoted to the second level, I met this monster of unknown origin in the illusion. At that time, it opened my skull and put in fat white moths, put bloody clothes on me, and replaced my heart and eyes."

"In other words, the various moth phase secrets that I suddenly realized - forcing intelligent life to abandon flesh and blood and forget memories, and even calling the woodland moth to occupy the body of mortals, as well as the naughty moth in the brain that often acted on its own... are all because my moth in the brain is not the sexualized self, but other invading consciousness?"

"So my moth vision can see the different postures of different secret transmitters, which may be the strange manifestation of some secret transmission nature."

"But... why would this monster help me at such a cost? Give me the power and knowledge that ordinary moth people don't have?"

Watson never believed that there would be free pie falling from the sky, and all gifts have already been secretly marked with a price - he has already experienced this truth in another timeline.

"So what benefits does this monster, or the Sichen moth behind it, expect from me?"

"What value do I have that can attract such a great being as Sichen?"

"Could it be... another timeline where the real me was born?"

"In that timeline, even though I was working in state secrets, I had never heard of the existence of supernatural powers... Such a pure paradise might be the area that the moth wants to get involved in?"

"Although mortal secret transmitters need to practice the rules to strengthen the nature of secret transmission, does Sichen, as the embodiment of the laws of the universe, also need to strengthen himself by spreading the rules?"

"Are there other deeper and more unimaginable reasons?"

"Why were Sichen born? How could the cold laws of the universe give birth to anthropomorphic thoughts?"

"Where does the power of Sichen come from? Is it purely because of the vast cosmic truth they represent?"

"Why do Sichen spread such dangerous and uncertain power to the world?"

Perhaps it is because the body is petrified and unable to move, and the extra energy that is usually needed to control the body is now concentrated in the skull.

Watson's mind became more active and divergent, and he started to speculate and imagine countless things. His imagination shot out like an arrow from a bow into the boundless sky, and he couldn't stop it at all.

Until he saw the ferocious fanged mouth approaching and seemed to tremble slightly, as if it was muttering some unacceptable frequency rhythm, which made the branches of the ancient tree tremble and the dark fat leaves fell.

But Watson could know the meaning of the other party's words for no reason, just like the moth in his skull was flapping its wings in response, and the meaning of the words was directly resounding in his skull.

"John H. Watson... you are finally here!"