The lonely and eternal sea of no light emerges the tip of the iceberg in the vast and chaotic sea.

The crimson aether condensed into an incomparably dazzling material entity in the dark universe, suspended above the water, and the surface was delicate, like an ordinary plane.

By chance, the true god who rushed to the battlefield discovered this 'plane'.

"Another plane has been shattered and floated over?"

Confused, the true God approached the seat in thought, and then He never came out again.

Chaos! Immortal!

Doubt! Loss!

Horror! Fear!

Succumb! Crazy!

The chant from the stars woke me from my sleep.

Listening to pleasant voices, leaving behind dull wisdom and reason, I just want to pour out my instincts and hold a never-ending carnival.

If any small, humble being wants to know my name, remember—

I am the creator of sleepless dreams, the dark rhapsody of billions of living beings, the lord of the deep sea and starry sky, immortal and immortal!

……

Holding the [Necromantic Pseudo-Book], Cangye holds a strangely shaped mask in one hand.

Looking through the upside-down crescent pupils, it is as if you are peeking through a narrow keyhole, and those huddled in the room feel instinctively restless and restless, even if they are unaware of it.

The power of the Spirit of Words creates a physical mask, which Nightnight wears as soon as the Imperial powerhouse of Kirsutar approaches.

Suddenly, his consciousness sank into the frantic darkness of the waves, and the world he saw when he opened his eyes had been greatly changed.

The sky was covered with centipede-like gray limbs, and the earth was full of wriggling pieces of flesh flowing with blood.

Any life in his eyes, whether he is friend or foe, has become a deformed thing covered with countless tentacles and screaming.

Cangye understands very well that it is not the material world that has changed, but his own vision has been transformed.

The mask interferes with his visual reception of the normal world, and gradually moves closer to the old world.

This landscape is the crazy wisdom of the old rulers and their dependents, who are unfortunate enough to come into contact with them and hysterical.

Although it is a fake, it is also a copy of the real thing, but the difference is that the fake book is copied from the [Necronomicon] upside down, and the content is only one-third of the original.

This terrible book would make up another logical paragraph of text even if it shuffled the original sentences again.

The first eight articles of the Astral Fantasy Sacred Book, which are forgeries, are based on this, and the rearranged texts are rearranged to create a fictional old ruler named 'Naizadelo', a fraudster of reality and truth.

The mask that appears in the prologue of the sacred canon, the Nakshatra Scroll, is the product of this.

Trying to play with the truth, trying to deceive yourself first!

The unease of the powerful of the empire is growing stronger.

From the outside, he was just an ordinary middle-aged man with blond hair and a somewhat strong human body.

However, the power of mythology flowing in his body could not stop the uneasiness that gradually sprouted in his heart.

Even he couldn't notice it at the moment, and the way he looked at the night was as if he was staring into the abyss, and the abyss was staring at him.

He's just an epic, I'm a real myth.

Constantly cheering himself up in this way, the imperial powerhouse regained his composure, and the power of mythology suddenly slapped out of his palm, wrapping around the golden spear in his hand, and thus bursting out with unprecedented shining light.

[Mythical Power] is an energy that only a mythical powerhouse can control, just like a weakened divine power, it can trigger countless abilities that seem incredible to mortals.

The powerful of the empire have endowed their weapons with the power of [Penetrating Dimension] and [Quasi-Artifact].

At this moment, the Golden Spear has the property of hitting matter, spirit, and energy, and its effective attack field has expanded to about 200 meters.

[Simulated Artifact] can simulate the solidity of a first-order true artifact, which is not affected by spell cleavage, and is similar to the real artifact part.

Holding the strengthened golden spear, the imperial powerhouse was no longer confused in his heart, and 1 point of mythical power poured out again, and in an instant, the spear slashed across the sky, bringing up a golden rainbow, and swept towards the earth in an instant.

Pseudo-Divine Art • Creation of the World!

Night's head was slightly raised, and the book in his hand emitted a ghostly light, and then the page was automatically turned.

In the face of the new chapter, the masked night slowly spoke:

[I will wave my hand and erase the wounds that have pained the world......]

The terrifying Chaos Spirit then took effect, and in the next moment, the surrounding clouds and mist surrounded the top of Cangye's head, condensing a large pale white hand, crushing towards the golden rainbow.

The invisible fluctuations continued to spread, and the powerhouse of the empire was shocked to find that his movement of swinging his spear became extremely sluggish as if he was stuck in a quagmire.

The ripples of the void gradually returned to calm, and the golden mythical spear was wiped out, as if nothing had ever happened.

"No way, this can't be!"

Reason gradually spiraled out of control, the powerful of the empire urged more mythical powers, and the brilliance of the golden spear suddenly rendered a layer of red, as if stained with blood.

Pseudo-Divine Art: Eternal Wounds!

Ten thousand rays of blood surged like a torrent, and countless tiny blades converged on each other, besieging the night from all directions.

At this moment, Cangye's expression was calm as water, like an aria, and he read again:

[When I opened my eyes, the world in my eyes was silent......]

The Chaos Black Hole took shape, spanning the sky, like a giant pupil, staring indifferently at the surging torrent of blood.

The same fate played out again.

After the powerhouse of the empire who tended to go crazy came back to his senses, everything that happened in front of him was just like what Cangye said, everything was calm and nothing happened.

The two attacks were thwarted, and the continuous volatile chaotic power made the imperial powerhouse restless and irritable, and the fear revealed in his pupils became more and more obvious.

"It shouldn't be like this, it shouldn't be like this......"

Unprecedented frustration, through the continuous amplification of unknown energy, finally, the mythical powerhouse of the empire let out a roar like a beast, and frantically attacked the night with a golden spear in hand.

The song of chaos sounded again:

[I waved my sleeves and swept away the mosquitoes that tried to bite my body......]

The chaotic power turned into a tidal wave, twisted into a magnificent and huge tentacle, and swept the empire's powerhouse out in an instant.

The people of Kishutar were so frightened that they seemed to have fallen into an ice cellar, unable to move.

The strong man of the empire was swept away, lying motionless on the ground, life and death were unknown, and no one of the empire dared to come to the rescue.

At this moment, the gray-black death aura was swirling around the night, and it continued to increase in the three encounters with the mythical powerhouse, becoming extremely rich.

In the corners that the powerful of the empire could not see, the ghost light of the forbidden book held by the night kept flickering, as if countless eyes were constantly blinking.

The Golden Spear blessed with the power of mythology has some of the power of an artifact, but the old chanter who holds the [Murmur of the Old Gods] has taken control of the [Necronomic Pseudo-Book] and exerts the same power as the real artifact!