Those are the red earth worms rushing towards us.
The black insect tide, the number inside is too numerous to count. From a visual point of view, it can't even be called "everywhere" because they are stacked in many layers, and the black waves are like a real tsunami in the rush...
The other people who were brought out with Hitzfeld were also stunned when they saw this scene.
Bruce's lips were tightly pursed and he was trembling slightly. Leia's face was pale as hell, and she looked like a soulless puppet being pushed away.
Fortunately... they didn't search me.
After looking at Xia Yibing and Darent beside him, Hitzfeld bit his lower lip and pressed his chest with a seemingly unintentional movement to make sure that the white whale was hidden inside.
Although a mere gun is of little use against the terrifying insect swarm, she really needs this sense of security.
It is needed to provide courage.
"Om-"
The insect tide piled up, rolled, and surged.
The crawling sounds and the hissing sounds piled up and gathered together, like the roar of an awakened giant beast.
"Weng Sein..."
Xia Yibing couldn't help but glance at Bruce.
"Always fighting something like this?"
"I don't know..." Bruce stared, his lips trembling.
"There have never been so many..."
"Oh goddess..."
The speed at which the insect swarm gathered did not stop just because it was beyond their understanding.
Gradually, a group of tiny worms entangled with each other and gathered together to form an even larger giant worm that was more than 100 meters long.
When they completely dispersed, as if by magic, there really was a ferocious giant insect standing there.
"emperor!"
"emperor!"
The camp outside the city was surrounded by a huge tide of insects. The crawlers had already knelt on the ground, reaching out their hands to worship the giant insects that appeared one after another.
Two heads, four heads...
Five, ten...
The frenzy continued and grew until a giant beast with a body length of more than 300 meters broke out of the ground. All emotions were set off, and both the crawlers and worms stood up and screamed at this moment.
"Emperor's Softness!"
"Emperor's Softness!"
The entire cavity was vibrating.
Hitzfeld had a gloomy face as he watched Rou's figure go around the city wall, slide into the city, quickly climb up the church tower, bite the red flesh ball, tear it off the muscle membrane, then swim back at an extremely fast speed and spit it out at the feet of the statue.
This is not the steps Felkin mentioned at all...
"Aisun."
While the guards were busy kneeling and cheering, Darent approached the girl from behind.
"You see them now...are they human?"
Hitzfeld nodded slightly.
Her vision was now divided into two. On the right, what the human eye saw was a group of deformed species dancing with evil spirits.
But on the left, what God's eyes saw were thousands of people - they were wearing dark robes, and although their attire was tattered, it could not hide their human faces.
"So there has never been a fall, and there have never been any subspecies of human beings."
Darent frowned.
"But you also said that old man Jordin's original words were that it could only see..."
He was referring to the meatball.
That thing, although it is an evil god, but from the girl's description, the abilities it possesses are not very powerful.
Its power lies in its ability to see beyond time and space. One of its eyes turns into Eternal Night and locks onto Changxia, providing a signpost for its peers to find and invade this world. If we really want to say that it has any combat power or pollution capabilities... there is no evidence to support it.
So where does this cognitive tampering come from?
Darent just couldn't figure it out.
[It’s very simple…]
Suddenly, a soft voice sounded in their hearts.
[Just like when you look at something, your eyeballs will reflect the corresponding scene, His gaze can also record certain things...]
“Sign… … ”
Thinking of a certain possibility, Hitzfeld and the others' expressions changed.
[Yes... Although it was just an illusory shadow, He did mention His terrifying power...]
"What's his name?" Hitzfeld suddenly asked.
[Name? Oh…He dares not say His name…]
[I just remember He called it...]
[Everything…]
[Cognition…]
[God of return.]
Chapter 92: The Evil Eye and the Silver Sword
The Lord to whom all things turn.
Apart from anything else, this title alone is enough to scare people. Coupled with the terrible tampering effect of aesthesia to back it up, Hitzfeld, Xia Yibing and others immediately sketched out a terrifying shadow in their minds, and were deeply afraid of its power.
It's just... just being glanced at by one's own kind, with the reflection of his existence reflected in his eyes, but it was enough to spread such a horrible evil curse.
They all didn't dare to think about what would happen if the real body of this thing came.
"I'm disappointed in you, Heath." A deep male voice came from behind.
It didn't sound sharp at all, so much so that Hitzfeld didn't react when he first heard it.
Especially when she turned around and her vision became blurry... she saw a tall, black-haired man wearing a tattered black cloak, with deep eye sockets and a high nose bridge, walking barefoot towards the stairs... she realized that she didn't know him at all.
But he just said... he called me 'Heath'.
Ashley isn't here, so his identity can only be Pun.
The next moment, the trance was gone. The tall man's face was shrouded in a layer of black shadow, as if another image was overlapping with him. It was the face that Hitzfeld had always been most familiar with: a deformed and ugly alien monster.
"Pun." Hitzfeld watched him walk up the stairs step by step. When he came to her and looked down at her, she took a deep breath and looked up and asked him, "Do you really know what you are doing...?"
Perhaps the name "Crawler" is not wrong, but what is certain is that there have never been any sub-human alien species.
The early Creeper tribes may have been formed by the gathering of those evildoers. They heard rumors from somewhere and believed that the bodies of ancient gods were buried under the red soil. They wanted to come here to find the truth.
But who could have thought? The rumors were true.
There really is a divine corpse here. The red soil has long been polluted by the divine corpse, and the curse is also constantly spreading to the outside world. Anyone who approaches this land will have their cognition forcibly tampered with.
Pun was a human, and all the creepers living in the ancient city of Sos were also human. It was just that just as outsiders saw them as alien monsters, they saw outsiders in a similar or even uglier image.
This would explain everything... the discrimination and contempt that existed between each other, the "monster language" that sounded harsh and unpleasant to each other and was pronounced in reverse.
There has never been any opposition, nor is there any need for opposition. What Puen should have done most was not to stand on the side of the evil god and punish his compatriots. He is the leader, and he should have led them to fight together.
But Hitzfeld also knew that it was useless to say anything now.
Not everyone has divine vision. Just like when they discussed it last night, Bruce didn't believe the situation she described, and she couldn't think of any way to convince him unless she could give Pun vision sharing.
"How dare you, the evil creatures on earth, ask me such a question?"
As expected, Puen grinned and sneered, "It seems that the gray fog has really corrupted you all... Not only have you lost your former language and appearance, you have even lost your most basic sense of shame."
His face and body were vaguely distorted and torn, the evil part and the human part merged and overlapped with each other, and even his speech was divided into two tones, sharp and low.
He doesn't look stupid at all now.
Hitzfeld gritted his teeth and said quickly: "If I tell you that what you have been seeing is an illusion..."
"It's not just what you see, it also includes what you hear, touch, and feel... Something has tampered with your perception and caused misunderstandings. In fact, we are of the same origin... Do you think I'm talking nonsense?"
Even though there is no hope, she still has to give it a try.
"I will." Pun shook his head slowly, becoming more and more disappointed with her expression. "I guessed you would say that, because I have heard similar nonsense before..."
"who is it?"
"Felkin." Punn uttered a name, "an old man who was insane. Everyone once thought he was crazy. But they didn't expect that he pretended to be that way to cover up his secret plot..."
Sure enough it was him.
Hitzfeld was not surprised.
She began to suspect Felkin last night. When she discovered "Yordin's secret", she couldn't help but think of the words Felkin asked Rip to bring to her.
[You are too arrogant about many things, which will blind your eyes and prevent you from seeing the real world. ]
I didn’t understand it at the time, until I thought about it last night and savored it again, and the flavor was suddenly different.
"Did 'Rou' tell you about the Awakening Alliance?" Xia Yibing stood in front of the girl and stretched out her hands to protect her. "What did you do to them... Where's Qiao Na? Did you kill her?"
"Jonah is very important to my mother. I won't kill her." Pun shook his head, "But what about the others..."
He tilted his head slightly, directing them to look across the steps.
Hitzfeld looked around and saw several cloaked men kneeling on the steps under the escort of their companions. She guessed that Felkin and Ripple were among them.
As for why it was just a guess...the faces she knew of them were all alien monsters, after all, she had never seen their human appearance.
One of them was struggling, but there were too many people holding him down. They beat and kicked him angrily, shouting critical words such as "heretic" and "traitor".
He was soon knocked to the ground, vomiting blood.
"Traitor." Pun looked at the scene coldly and did not try to stop it.
"It makes me sad when I know these people exist."
"Especially when I found out...my parents were the same as them. I almost suffocated at that moment."
"But you know, Heath, all of this doesn't add up to as much pain as you've caused me."
"You are an earthling. Although you have already...but you can chant the name of the goddess, which means that she accepts you. It means that you are different from them. We have the possibility of normal communication."
"Do you understand what this means Heath?"
"You are 'seed'."
"There has never been such a precedent in the past... If you can do it, then your kind can definitely do it. They can also identify with us like you do, and relearn our language, and there will be hope for the two ethnic groups to meet again!"
“But now everything is broken.”
"You are deceiving me."
"You destroyed all our hopes!!"
"..." Hitzfeld really had nothing to say.
She felt that if aesthesia was really considered a disease, Pun would at least be diagnosed with the late stage.
Pun ignored them.
He walked to the front of the platform and shouted to others to cover the red flesh ball with a net bag, and pulled the rope together to tie it tightly to the top of the statue.
Hitzfeld looked up and squinted his eyes due to the stimulation of the red light.
How to describe it?
Just like a goddess statue with her back to the morning light, the light covers her head, shielding the indescribable picture, making the whole statue look sacred and peaceful.
Then, when the red light faded...she could see the flesh ball clearly. It had partially disintegrated and was slowly merging with the goddess's foamy face. An eyeball was struggling to protrude from the middle of the squirming rotten flesh.
