Chapter 509 Aztimo: I gradually understand everything
In front of the crystal coffin, Wayne held Monica in his arms, and with skillful techniques, he quickly calmed the black cat with explosive hair.
Monica has always been in a semi-free range state and is very courageous. There is no word 'stress' in the dictionary. After a brief surprise, she quickly calmed down.
stare! x2
Yulia stood beside Wayne, rubbing his head against Wayne's head while curiously looking at the crystal coffin in front of him.
"Master, who is this elegant lady? Is she dead?"
"Well, in a sense, Death has always been dead," Wayne complained.
"What, she is the goddess of death?!"
Yulia was shocked, and then suddenly realized: "No wonder it looks familiar. It turns out to be the goddess who gave me life. Now that I think about it, she forged me with her own hands."
"Is there a possibility that she is you...forget it, just be happy."
There were too many flaws, and it would be a waste of time to spit them out one by one. Wayne patted Yulia's head and let her lean against the crystal coffin. At the same time, he grabbed Monica's paw and pressed it against it.
"Resurrection, my goddess!"
Wayne doesn't know much about how to awaken the goddess, so let's try the simplest method.
In order to increase the success rate, I also shouted loudly.
Facts have proved that simplicity is the most effective, and people sometimes cannot think too much.
The moment he touched the crystal coffin, Yulia swayed, snorting continuously, and said wiltedly: "Master, I may be cursed, I feel like something is missing in my body."
What does it mean that something is missing? Are you not the incarnation of the goddess?
Wayne lowered his head and looked at Monica in his arms. The latter had her eyes narrowed and her throat was purring, almost falling asleep.
"It turns out that this is not a complete incarnation, but another way of lodging..."
Wayne scratched the black cat's head, pressing and loosening his fingers, using the soul-draining technique, which made Monica roll her eyes with pleasure.
Thinking about it, Monica became ordinary because she lost something and looked no different from a normal black cat.
Whether it is normal or not, you will know once you try it.
If a cat is killed, it will die!
The original Monica had the characteristics of immortality and would affect the memories of people around her. Except for Alston, who held ancient silver coins, and Wayne, who held shadow nightmares, Monica changed the memories of every living person in Landau Manor.
Including the loyal shit shoveler Megan.
It's different now. As long as Wayne exerts a little force, Monica will...
Just no effort.
Experiments cost money, whether it's a cat's life or a black cat. Monica is so cute, so Wayne would be crazy to try it.
Wouldn’t it be finished if he really passed away?
Two 'objects' that Wayne could not understand entered Aztimo's body, and the latter's eyelashes fluttered, and his eyes were about to open slowly.
But no.
Still not awake.
"What exactly is missing?"
Wayne was extremely puzzled, put Monica on Yulia's back, patted the horse's butt and asked her to play with Ronye.
He stared at Aztimo in the crystal coffin, his thoughts soaked in it, trying to communicate with the silent mind.
If the goddess refuses to wake up because her shape has changed, he advises the goddess to be more open-minded. In this life, one will always meet a few best friends who are good at backstabbing. It is very reasonable and consistent for Ednis to forget about her best friends when she has a man. logical behavior.
Waibi Waibi talked for a long time, but received no response, but Aztimo's body had awakened, and an indescribable momentum slowly rose.
Like an angry volcano about to erupt in front of Wayne.
Wayne smelled the breath of anger, but he did not panic at all. The pollution was irreversible. He was very confident in the essence of his life. Aztimo had already taken his shape, and there was no possibility of turning back.
At this moment, Wayne felt the changes in the Kingdom of Hades, and wisps of aura gathered from all corners of the Kingdom of Hades.
The gray mist was twisted into bundles, generated from the twelve floors of the underworld, including the heart of nature, and jumped directly to this place. It was not injected into the crystal coffin, but gathered to the black throne.
In just a few breaths, a hazy shadow solidified, his eyes opened, and he looked at the three figures standing outside the hall.
After a brief period of confusion, his eyes caught Monica and Yulia, and their entire faces became difficult to look at for a moment.
Sensing the changes in the crystal coffin and the innocent-looking Wayne standing in front of the crystal coffin, the murderous intent in his silver-gray eyes surged, and the chill that reached the depths of his soul swept down, covering the entire Hades Kingdom and freezing all souls. live.
Ronye and the other three were about to bow down to worship their goddess, but because their souls were frozen, they were all disconnected and frozen.
"Hiss, it's so cold!"
Cold sweat dripped from Wayne's forehead, and he really sweated this time.
After countless calculations, I never expected that Aztimo, who was counting rabbits, divided his thoughts into several channels. Putting aside the thoughts kept by Ronye, Sukra, and Idnis, there were still two copies in the Kingdom of God. .
One part is hidden in the main body, and the other part is scattered on the throne of God and every corner of the underworld.
The part of the body is contaminated by Wayne, and the part on the throne is...
Aztimo floated up from the throne and looked at himself in the crystal coffin, whose color changed drastically. His face was expressionless, and the killing intent in his eyes soared as if it were real.
When I woke up, the transformation was not complete and was still contaminated.
Aztimo couldn't figure it out and didn't understand what went wrong.
After thinking about it for a moment, it seems that something went wrong somewhere.
Her knight, her saint, her god, and her best friend all betrayed her, handing over their thoughts and incarnations to the void life that jumped out of nowhere.
The most outrageous thing is that this void being possesses a shadow nightmare and is her knight walking on earth.
Aztimo was angry, confused, and particularly aggrieved. His murderous eyes were locked on Wayne: "You are my knight, why did you betray me?"
Wayne kept wiping his sweat, with a look of grievance on his face: "Goddess, is there a possibility that I am waking you up?"
You call this awakening?
I see that you are clearly preparing to rebel!
Aztimo's mind flashed, and a will triggered the Kingdom of the Underworld, depriving Wayne of his identity as a death knight, making him unable to use the Shadow Nightmare and all information laws related to death.
The effect is average. Wayne is not an ordinary void life. The death information eaten by the Book of Greed is not controlled by Aztimo. And because of the terrifying nature of life, Wayne's body forms a world of its own, and the authority of the Kingdom of the Underworld is swallowed up by him. Once down, Aztimo cannot be retrieved.
The only thing she can do is to take back the shadow nightmare.
The goddess was shocked.JPG
"You are not a creature of the void. What exactly are you? Why does the darkness do this?"
"Idnis asked me to wake you up. The Doomsday Judgment is coming. It's time for you to wake up." Wayne threw a black pot at the dean, causing his best friend's boat, which was already in danger, to flip over.
At first glance, it sounds like Idnis is the mastermind behind everything.
Aztimo paused after hearing the words and murmured: "I didn't tell her the truth because I had to rely on Ye Lian's power, and she didn't like Ye Lian..."
"Even so, she shouldn't harm me..."
After a brief period of confusion, Aztimo looked at Wayne with murderous intent, waved his hand, took out a sickle from the void, and cut it down to where Wayne was.
The transparent ripples dipped into the void and disappeared without a trace in an instant.
Wayne sensed the changes in the space of Hades and teleported to avoid it.
After landing, a crack spread out from the waist, and the waist became two parts. The two groups of white foam collapsed and tried to reorganize into one body, but they could not be combined into one due to some invisible barrier.
Wow!
The foam squirmed, and the two Waynes stood up, their big eyes widening.
"It's amazing. I've obviously got out of the way."
"It's a conceptual death. Once divided, it cannot be integrated. We can't go back."
"Great, I'm free, and I will be Wayne too from now on!"
"Haha, what kind of person are you? You're called Wayne just like me." Wayne curled his lips, his mind flashed, and he corrupted the disobedient clone into a ball of mud.
His form is not important, and where his thoughts are is not important. The Book of Greed is the key.
Without access to the Book of Greed, no matter how many pieces Aztimo cuts him into, there will always be only one of him.
Aztimo's heart sank when he saw the strange scene. The void life that could pollute her was indeed not that simple. He was extremely curious about where Idnis found the freak.
At this time, Aztimo lost part of the authority of the Kingdom of the Underworld, more than 90% of his thinking, and his body. Although he still had unlimited possibilities in the Kingdom of God, he was extremely weak compared to his heyday.
The worst thing is that the transformation was interrupted. This sleep was not only a heavy loss, but also a waste of time.
I even want to die! .
Wayne's body squirmed, a big eyeball opened on his chest, the Pale Knight crossed his arms, and two quadruple rocket launchers bulged from his back.
boom! boom! boom!
The Eternal Palace shook, the terrifying destructive power destroyed the space, and the entire twelve floors shook violently.
To prevent Ronye and other onlookers from being harmed, Wayne deflected the space, threw them all out, closed the door on the twelfth floor, and faced the goddess of death suspended in mid-air.
Aztimo watched this scene with an expressionless face and did not stop Wayne from protecting the traitors. He said coldly: "The traitors will definitely die. You can't protect them. When I kill you, I will crush their souls with my own hands. "
"Aztimo, times have changed. You have been sleeping for too long. Before you say harsh words, you should examine the environment. This is your home court, and it is also my home court."
The pale knight's eyeballs shrank suddenly, and the space on the twelfth floor slowly melted. Countless white foam dripped from the sky, washing the sky and the earth like a heavy rain.
Aztimo was in the rain, but the foam that distorted the space could not touch her at all. She could not take back the power from Wayne's body, but she had the power herself. The Kingdom of Hades was forged by her, and she did not want to touch it. No matter, energy, information, thinking, etc., anything could touch her.
There was a hint of mockery in his condescending eyes, mocking Wayne for not understanding gods at all, and said coldly: "When Idnis threw you in, didn't she tell you what a god was?"
"No, because she is also afraid..."
The Pale Knight told the story truthfully. Under Aztimo's angry gaze, foam poured into the crystal coffin crazily, and her pale body lifted up from the coffin, slowly floating in the air.
On the ground, the Pale Knight decayed and withered.
Wayne transferred to Aztimo's body and raised his hand to point on his chest: "Now the Kingdom of Hades is half of you and half of me. You can't expel me, and I can't do anything to you, but your body and most of your thoughts It's already my shape, I can accompany you forever, and when are you going to surrender?"
"Tell me, why did Idnis do this!" Aztimo said angrily. Because she thinks we are having an affair, and as her best friend, you secretly slept with her boyfriend. She is so angry that she doesn't want you anymore.
Wayne shook his head in silence. The truth was too outrageous. He himself felt that he had been wronged, so he would not let Aztimo be wronged along with him.
"Speak, tell me!"
"Aztimo, stop wasting your time and return to your physical body. This is not a path of evolution."
Wayne said with Aztimo's face: "It was purely an accident to contaminate you. To apologize, I can promise you some unreasonable demands. Let's sit down and talk about it. Just say what you want."
Aztimo did not say anything, but waved the death scythe in his hand, causing invisible waves to flicker, splitting his body in two.
The foam squirmed, and the two 'Aztimo' stood up, using practical actions to prove to Aztimo that she was shaped by Wayne and could never go back.
Snap!
One of the 'Aztimo' turned into black mud and melted.
Wayne controlled the goddess's body, his legs melted, and his entire body turned pale. Under the elegant female curves, a vertical line split on the bulging chest, and a big eye slowly opened.
Hiss!
On the twelfth floor of the sky, the pale sky was torn apart, and a huge magic eye looked down.
Whispers rose in Aztimo's heart, and tentacles emerged from the gaps in the void, spreading to reality and penetrating into every corner.
The ancient will invades the depths of the listener's thinking, like an invisible twisted hand, slowly tearing apart the tapestry of reason, spreading a terrifying amount of information in an incomprehensible language that is enough to shake reason and change lives.
Every byte carries indescribable power, provoking the limits of Aztimo's cognition, directly forming a tremor in her mind, making her want to refuse but not knowing how.
I was shocked and thought it made sense.
How evil!
Aztimo wanted to refuse, but she couldn't suppress her desire to listen. Her mind conveyed her desire to listen for a while longer.
Just for a while, it will never pass away.
With the loss of reason, the whispers in the ears became more distant and clearer. The voice seemed to come from the depths of the seabed hundreds of millions of years ago, or from the farthest corner of the universe. With a damp, cold, corrupt breath, it passed through the endless darkness and void, penetrated the barriers of time and space, outlined a pale universe in front of Aztimo, and guided her to a path of evolution.
Deformed space, twisted universe, moist stars exuding chaos and chaos, as well as the vague outlines of ancient gods, indescribable visions flashed one after another, hinting at a truth about the universe that is far beyond the scope of human understanding.
Not just human magicians, this is an unknown universe that even the gods have never set foot on.
Aztimo was in a trance, and she began to question her own death, but soon she saw herself in the twisted universe.
The concept of death is huge and she is a part of it. As the camera zooms out, the concept of death is just a part of the universe.
As the ocean of pale tentacles surged in, the twisted latitudes pulled at time and space, causing her vision to move forward beyond the speed of light, to the end of the pale universe.
Here, energy is distorted, matter decays, and information considered contaminated by the gods is correct.
The well-organized order of the underworld is the erroneous crystallization of falsehood and self-delusion. Under the guidance of whispers, the real death is hidden in the chaos at the end of the universe. In that pale end, a huge magic eye slowly opens.
Hiss!
Heart palpitations that penetrated into the bone marrow sounded. Aztimo saw figures with empty eyes, blind worship and fear of the magic eye. Every pale face was exactly like hers.
She opened her eyes suddenly and woke up from the endless cycle of nightmares. She looked at the magic eye in the sky with horror, fearing that she would become a blind loyalist and wield the death scythe wrapped with tentacles to slash at...
Hey, tentacles?
Aztimo froze on the spot, his slender body transformed, and the arm holding the scythe turned into a pale and moist tentacle.
The delicate and beautiful face melted, and she opened her mouth to say something, but found that she had no mouth.
The blazing chest stirred wildly, split open with a hiss, four tentacles stretched out, white veins twisted and twisted, and together they pushed out a huge eyeball.
His pupils contracted and then expanded to the extreme. Looking at the world with these eyes, Aztimo found that he gradually understood everything.
Information that is usually avoided is extremely sweet at the moment. There is no need to worry about the consequences. You can learn it when you get it, and you can use it after you learn it.
In the boundless void, be it dragons or elves, all lives with numerical values cannot become eternal. Only the magic eye with no upper limit in numerical values is the ultimate life form.
There is a kind of intense beauty!
“No, this is pollution!”
Aztimo looked at himself. If he was not careful, a large area of his thoughts would be polluted, and the remaining thoughts would turn pale at a speed visible to the naked eye.
When everything turns white, she will no longer be her.
Aztimo decisively divided himself, and his uncontaminated thoughts came out independently, and then...
Hey, what he said makes sense!
Just one sentence, it will never pass away.
The Demonic Eye was condescending, overlooking Aztimo who was constantly struggling below. The latter abandoned his polluted thinking, and after his rational thinking became independent, he entered the listening state again, abandoned it, and listened again, for dozens of times.
After the last cut, Aztimo got rid of the 'reasonable' link. He looked at his remaining thoughts, then at the dozens of 'himself' walking around him, and then at the magic eye above his head. He closed his eyes and smiled bitterly.
"Why stop? You can completely turn me into your slave in one step!!"
At the end of the sentence, Yin Yin gritted his teeth and enunciated the words very hard.
"It is not my intention to pollute you. You are sleeping too soundly. This is a great opportunity not to be missed..."
Wayne appeared in an Aztimo body and slowly came to her: "To apologize, I can promise you some unreasonable demands. While you still have yourself, you will not blindly worship me. Say it quickly!"
Haha, you are quite a nice person!
Aztimo sneered, unwilling to accept the humiliating terms, closed his eyes to feel the power of the Kingdom of God, and made a prompt decision to ignite his thoughts.
If you can't win, just blow yourself up!
boom! ! !
The Kingdom of Hades failed to self-destruct, and the pale sea squirmed, flowing large amounts of black liquid to offset the impact.
The remaining thought of Aztimo successfully self-destructed, and he would rather die than be enslaved. Unfortunately, this thought was limited. It was contaminated by the magic eye a second before the explosion, and was thrown back after the explosion.
Aztimo: (╥﹏╥)
I don’t even want to die, she’s back again.
The demonic eye in the sky is closed, and the boundless pale sea returns to the space gap of the underworld along the gap of space. The twelve layers are clean and refreshing, leaving no trace of pale color.
At least the surface is refreshing.
Wayne stood in front of Aztimo, opened his hands and took him into his arms. After the last bit of his thoughts integrated, he returned Aztimo's body.
The Pale Knight walked out from behind Aztimo, foaming and covered in human skin.
Wayne rubbed his back, turned around and bent down to salute, put one hand on his chest, took Aztimo's catkins with the other, and gently kissed the fingertips on the back of his hand.
"My goddess, I am very honored to meet you. Your appearance is like the brightest morning star in the night sky, cutting through the darkness and guiding me to find the way forward."
"Don't mention darkness in front of me. The word I hate most now is darkness!" Aztimo said with a dark face.
"It makes sense!"
Wayne nodded and said respectfully: "Goddess, can I get up?"
The first god's dependent, the way to get it is not very honorable, you have to give face, you have to coax it.
Aztimo looked at herself and found that she had great authority and freedom. The damn, shameless, shameless master did not force her will, and her expression improved a little.
Just a little, no more.
"My goddess, can I get up?"
"No, kneel down now!"
"..." x2
Wayne did not kneel down, rolled his eyes and straightened up.
Aztimo was furious and glared: "I just heard it. You said you would give me face and you wanted to coax me to come."
"Yes, the coaxing is over."
Wayne turned and looked outside the hall. Ronye and other onlookers were still in a state of frozen souls. He looked around, then walked towards the throne and sat down directly under Aztimo's angry gaze.
"Ah~~~"
Wayne looked relieved, then said dissatisfied: "What's going on? Why is your throne as painful as the Elohim? Can your butt bear it?"
Aztimo was stunned for a moment: "You...have been to heaven?"
"Well, I have some status there. Basically, the angels listen to whatever I say."
Wayne nodded, packed up some memories, and forced them into Aztimo's mind.
It's a long story and too difficult to explain, so Aztimo will read it himself.
"Holy Son?!"
Aztimo silently read all the memories, silently took two steps back, and said dryly: "You said before that in order to apologize, you could promise me some unreasonable demands. Does it still count now?"
In sporadic clips, Aztimo saw Hexiuno split into two parts, and deduced the paid plot through these playable images.
Too bad, this damn, shameless, shameless master has no empty life at all. He is a human biological male with enhanced desires.
"Hey, I heard everything."
Wayne complained and said cheerfully: "Forget it, tell me all your requirements. My character is still acceptable. Except for the unsuitable requirements, all the rest are acceptable."
Aztimo sighed as he finished speaking, shook his head and said, "No need, it's all a pointless struggle, as long as you agree to let me keep the face of the goddess of death."
"Really or not, don't you think about it anymore?"
"No."
"Okay, come and sit on the whip." Wayne patted his thigh.
"Well, I'd better think about it again."
Aztimo tilted his head and looked to the side, ignoring Wayne's call and gritted his teeth and said: "My first request is to make that bitch of Idnis look like me!"
Wayne: (一`一)
Oh, the plot suddenly became interesting.
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