It presents a gradually spreading cone, like a curtain falling from a grand stage, moving very quickly but silently. The crimson light left the dark clouds and invaded the space between the earth and the sky. At the same time, it seemed to be continuously eroded and offset by some mysterious force. The lower the altitude, the dimmer and more illusory the light becomes. By the time it landed on the land covered by the vast gray-white forest, it had become extremely thin, like a cicada's wing. However, the moment this weak crimson light, which was barely discernible to the naked eye, came into contact with the rusty and deformed body of the filthy ghost— “Shh!——” Wisps of white steam-like gas emanated from their uneven, rusty surfaces. It made a piercing sound like boiling water, rising rapidly and dissipating among the treetops and branches that were intertwined like a monster's claws. These absurd creatures born from the curse stopped all movements at the same moment. Like a stone statue, completely frozen in place.
"Um... eh?" Hill, who was curled up in a ball, heard a strange noise and barely woke up a little in a daze. His eyes were filled with deep fear and a bit of doubt as he looked at the ferocious ghosts. Several deformed figures wrapped in thick white gas were reflected in the suddenly shrinking pupils. She saw... Those vicious, cruel, stupid, and filthy creatures that knew no fear or terror lay motionless in the rising steam that almost completely blocked their view. The ominous and filthy body melted and evaporated quickly, like a dewdrop under the scorching sun, quickly returning to formlessness. The dreamy and ethereal crimson light in the sky existed for only a few seconds before it seemed to have lost its sustaining power and disappeared abruptly and rigidly without any transition. The light that seeped out of the dark clouds turned back into a misty grayish-white glow. But in this fleeting moment, the cursed creatures that almost killed and dismembered him completely disappeared. Completely disappeared, as if it had never existed. "what……" Hill raised his upper body stiffly and sat on the ground with a dazed look on his face, as if he had not yet woken up. She suspected she was dreaming! She also suspected that she was dead now, her body had become food for the evil spirits, and her soul had returned to the embrace of the great "Pure White Gate". This scene was nothing more than her wishful thinking before death, or a dream of eternal sleep after her soul dissipated. Because everything that just happened... was too unbelievable. It is so beautiful and ideal that it is unreal and hard to believe. "If you continue to sit there like this, you'll probably be discovered by other monsters again."
Suddenly, an ethereal and pleasant childish voice sounded in my mind! "ah!" Hill jumped up with a start, looking around in panic: "Who, who is talking?!" "Don't look. You won't be able to find me if I'm not here." The voice sounded again, the tone was gentle, with a bit of helplessness and smile, and it didn't sound malicious. “Who are you…?” After looking around and finding that there was no figure within sight, Hill calmed down a little. She moved cautiously, leaning against a nearby sturdy tree, and whispered in a very soft voice: "Did you do that just now?" After calming down a little, she noticed that the sound did not come to her ears from somewhere outside, but appeared directly in her mind! ...voice transmission? Or some other sorcery with similar effects? Moreover, this childish and pleasant voice gave her a sense of familiarity. After a brief recollection, she remembered that when the strange geometric pattern inexplicably emerged from her mind, the voice said "imagine this pattern." Combined with the various abnormalities that occurred in the next few seconds, she had reason to believe... The owner of this voice was the source of the loud noise, the red light, and the melting and evaporation of the evil spirit. At least, there is a huge connection between the two! "That's right..." The voice spoke slowly, and for some reason, Hill could sense a hint of embarrassment and guilt in it: "I happened to meet you while 'wandering' around here, and I just happened to think of some interesting tricks, so I saved you." "Sure enough, it was him...she saved me..." When Hill heard the voice's response, he breathed a sigh of relief and let down most of his guard. It’s not that she has no social experience and trusts others too easily. But in this "forbidden zone of civilization", "wilderness of chaos", "where rationality evaporates" and "distorted land", as long as we have wisdom and can communicate, we are natural allies. "And... he killed three or four evil spirits in an instant... He's so strong, this, this is at least a 'requiem master', right? "Could it be the high-level Mandated Punisher sent by the Vatican to support Camp No. 17?" She couldn't help but sigh sincerely in her heart, but then she couldn't help feeling a deep regret and sadness. "If...if she had come earlier, the captain, Reid, even Nina, Chris, and everyone in the camp might have survived..."
Although she thought so, she did not mean to blame the owner of the voice for coming late for support. Because she understood that every member of the "Last Kingdom" was living in difficult conditions and under heavy pressure, and was in fear and anxiety every moment. Such tragedy is inevitable. After feeling sad for a while, she shook her head, temporarily cheered herself up, and whispered in a respectful and grateful tone: "Ma'am, what is your name?" Although the other person's voice sounded very childish and seemed young, Hill did not believe that such a strong person would really be a little girl. Such a sound is probably just a disguise for some unknown reason. So, she still used the honorific for adults. "Me..." The sweet and childish voice groaned for a few seconds, then paused, and said softly with a smile and a hint of mischief: "You can call me, 'True Creator'." ========================= Asking for monthly tickets at the end of the month! Please give the monthly tickets a home! Chapter 272 Tool God "...You can call me, 'True Creator'." After transmitting these words to the orange-haired girl's mind, Qi Ji in the tree house "studio" could no longer hold back and laughed out loud in a very unpresentable manner: “Mmmmm…Mmmmm…Kukuku…Puchi, Chichi…Mmmmm wahahahahahaha!!!…” While laughing out loud with a sense of evil humor, he rolled back and forth on the rocking chair, holding his belly, making the small rocking chair squeak. This experience of playing a joke that no one can understand in front of people who don’t know the truth is so refreshing! “…Woohahaha!!! Hiccup~!…Kuku…” Qi Ji was so happy that he laughed like a goose and rolled around in the rocking chair. It took him a lot of effort to calm down a little. "The real Creator?!" At this moment, the clear voice of the orange-haired girl reached her ears, with a tone of surprise and confusion. Obviously, this name was too shocking for her, making her wonder if she had heard it wrongly. After a few seconds of silence, the orange-haired girl who had escaped death hesitantly asked in a weak voice: "Excuse me, are you...are you the Punisher of the Church?" "... Um, cough, cough, okay, okay, I won't laugh anymore..." Qi Ji laughed so hard that his abdomen cramped and a little saliva flowed out.
"Cough cough!" She wiped the corners of her mouth with the back of her hand, sat up straight in the rocking chair, puffed up her cheeks to calm her breathing, then cleared her throat solemnly and said in a serious tone: "I don't belong to your world." These words passed through the still-open Reedmormon Mirror, penetrated numerous obstacles and came into the vast and chaotic sealed space, bypassed the crazy and terrifying giant divine monster, passed through the small hole on the edge of the seal, and then crossed hundreds of kilometers of gray-white forests and entered the mind of the orange-haired girl. "No, it doesn't belong to our world?!" Hearing this, the orange-haired girl named Hill was stunned for a few seconds and didn't react for a while. Qi Ji in the tree house still had a wicked smile on his face. He crossed his legs lazily and casually turned the Red Mormon Mirror with one hand: "Strictly speaking, the place where I am is very different from your place." The surface of the Reed Mormon Mirror in her hand, which was constantly turning, no longer had the virtual images of the gray-white forest and lead-black clouds, but instead had returned to a dark vortex permeated with a faint red glow. Qi Ji canceled this on his own initiative because it was no longer needed. After using special means to combine her perception that spread to the gray forest with that of the orange-haired girl Hill, she was able to share senses with the other party and temporarily no longer needed to rely on her own perception. After combining perception with Hill's, Qi Ji, in addition to sharing senses and transmitting sound through the air, can also directly instill any knowledge or memory he knows into the other party. The detailed image of the "colorful shining icosahedron" was transmitted to Hill's mind in this way. As for why Qi Ji did this, it was also to save her. The situation was extremely critical. If she had been half a second slower, the girl would have been eaten alive by the crooked rust monster. In this situation, transferring other memories or knowledge will be of no help. Because Hill is just an ordinary person who basically has no extraordinary powers and has no cultivation experience. Even if Qi Ji poured all the knowledge he knew into her, including the hundreds of millions of books in the core library and the huge magic system he had constructed, and her mind was able to carry, accommodate, and digest such a huge amount of information... It also did nothing to help her out of the situation. A great man on earth once said a famous saying, "The weapon of criticism cannot replace the criticism of weapons." No matter how rich and brilliant one's thoughts are, as long as the body is still flesh and blood, it will still be unable to resist the most brutal, barbaric and primitive means of killing. So, after careful consideration, Qi Ji came up with a very risky method. That is…… Trying to attract the attention of a great being! Before Qi Ji discovered Hill, when her senses were still wandering aimlessly in the gray forest, she noticed something quite wrong. This forest... has a lot of strange auras. She couldn't quite tell what was wrong at the time, but every inch of that place revealed an inexplicable "inharmony", as if some vital component was missing. But after seeing those strange-looking rust monsters, she understood!
The weirdness and disharmony that are everywhere in that vast gray and silent world are the "shadow of order" and the "dark side of the law"! The world is full of order. The clear and transparent order is infinitely dense in the vast field, dominating the operation and existence of all things. But this is only the ideal situation. In fact, order and law are not omnipresent, nor are they omnipotent. There are always corners where the transparent and clear orderliness cannot be universalized. This is the "shadow of order" and the "dark side of law." However, under normal circumstances, such as in the world Qi Ji is in now, the forces of these "shadows" and "dark sides" are extremely weak. It’s like the shadow cast by a shadowless lamp. Although it is impossible to completely eliminate its existence, it is always inconspicuous, not obvious, and not dominant.