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Chapter 826 822. Statue of the Tyrant

"Damn it." The Duke cursed, "It's the blood demon."

Although it was unclear what the so-called blood demon was, Marn could tell from his tone that this thing was obviously not something that could be easily dealt with, and it was completely beyond the Duke's expectations.

The blood, which is completely unaffected by telekinesis, also hints that something is wrong with the current situation.

"How to deal with him?" Ma En asked immediately.

The Duke held his tattered belly with his hands and did not answer Marne's question:
"how much longer!"

He roared at the magician behind him and reached his hand into his body. This attitude clearly showed that he didn't know any particularly feasible method.

"Right now!" the magician shouted immediately.
After hearing this, the Duke pulled out his stomach directly, and he pinched the two sides of his mouth tightly with his hands and quickly tied a knot, then looked at the blood demon who was looking at them.

However, when his eyes fell on the blood demon, this tall and thin monster that had not taken any action suddenly disappeared from its original place.

Then the tree girl's body paused, and then countless dark red blood needles exploded from her body, turning her into a dark red hedgehog in an instant. The tattered facial bones also fell to the ground with the impact.

Countless flowers immediately began to bloom on the blood needles, but they also withered quickly.

Then, the tree girl's body made of plants began to ooze blood, as if it had encountered some terrible and irreversible curse.

The Duke, who saw this scene, immediately threw away his clenched stomach.

The dark red needle easily penetrated the surface of the stomach, and then blood, which was much redder than the blood that made up the needle, began to flow out of the punctured stomach, and then quickly turned into a skinny and pale monster.

This terrifying monster that looked like a ghoul ignored the duke who had just eaten it after it appeared. Instead, it stared at the blood demon in front of it, then showed its sharp teeth and bit it.

"It will be ready soon! Now."

The magician shouted from the doorway.

Ma En turned around instantly and flew towards the door, using his telekinesis to hold the Duke's internal organs and dragging his body, which was already close to its limit, towards the door.

The Duke, who no longer had to walk, took this opportunity to shrink his body and returned to the state he was in when he first met Marx.

The magician stretched out his hand and turned the handle, then showed a look of surprise:

"The door is open!"

He opened the door and rushed in without even looking.

Ma En was also ready to follow in, but he turned around and looked at the tree girl whose body was bleeding.

Did she also die here in the real past?

"She's hopeless," the Duke said as he rushed in. "Let's go."

Hearing what he said, Ma En immediately turned around and followed him in.

The soft white instantly filled his senses, not only his vision and hearing, but also his smell and touch. All of them were occupied by the soft white, and Ma En also instantly realized that when he walked through the door...

Also came into the cracks of memory.

Moreover, he could feel something like a current of water pushing him around, pushing him towards some memory space that was relatively close.

For most people, they can only follow this force to enter the next memory.

What determines the direction of progress is not some deep connection, but simply the structure of the memory space. It is like a place with many lakes with high and low drops, and they are connected by rivers.

Maan looked around and did not follow the force.

What he wanted to find were some clearer memories that were closer to the present, such as the situation before he completely lost his memory, the "doomsday" that caused the fault, or the most recent scene before the doomsday.

With this thought in mind, he began to drag his body.

Countless lakes in the form of light balls appeared in his perception, some were too far away, some were so high that they were almost untouchable, and some were so huge that they were difficult to enter. In the haze, Marn could feel with the ability of the memory probe that the height between these lakes was almost equivalent to the difficulty of entering, and the deformation also represented the time of the memory.

The more difficult the memory is to access, the closer it is to the fault line.

Although these lakes have different heights, the spatial relationship between them is still chaotic. For example, two lakes at the same height may have to go in opposite directions when heading to the third lake.

Too many lakes.

Maan couldn't figure out which ones he really needed, so he could only find a lake that was higher than his current position and that he could reach before he ran out of energy and started moving forward.

Although it is upward, there is no direction or distance in my memory.

Just like these memory spaces that are both light balls and lakes, Marn didn't really see them. Although he could clearly know their existence, temperature, and smell, he couldn't sense them with his familiar senses.

Although he did not see their colors, he recalled their colors.

Here is memory.

As he staggered, Maan fell to the bottom of the lake.

The lake water instantly poured into his ears, nose, mouth, and even eyes. He could feel his body constantly passing through the purple lake water and falling towards the boundless depths.

Until he fell out of the lake.

The dazzling sunlight instantly awakened Marn's consciousness. The noisy pedestrians' angry shouts and the dense footsteps made Marn lose his sense of direction for a moment.

But he quickly adapted to these inexplicable colors and sounds, and the world before his eyes gradually took shape.

Countless high-rise buildings that look like they belong to the future stand on both sides of the street. There are also many translucent tracks in the sky, and occasionally a small number of aircraft will quickly shuttle through them.

And he was surrounded by people.

At this moment, countless men and women in strange costumes were shouting strange slogans beside him, holding various signs in their hands, and moving forward with very firm steps.

He had no choice at all and could only be pushed forward by them.

As the sound gradually became clearer, Ma En also heard a few words.

"Fuck it!"

"Overthrow these tyrants!"

Looking in the direction they were moving, Ma En also knew what they were shouting.

In the distance directly ahead of the street stood five statues.

The statue on the far right looks like a robe without a body, but there is a huge and weird eyeball in the place of the hood, and next to it are equally weird and strange stones.

The statue on the far left is a drowned corpse, and next to him is an old man dressed as a martial artist.

Only the statue of Marx standing in the front is completely unrecognizable.

She had a beautiful and strong body like an ancient Greek statue. She held a hammer tightly in her right hand, raising it high as if she was about to hammer something, but what attracted the most attention was her face.

It was a face so beautiful that it looked almost like a fairy from legend, and even gave Maan the illusion that it was not a statue - even though she looked to be made entirely of stone.

Because he could hardly imagine how anyone could recreate such beauty in stone carving.

And it’s not just about whether the beauty resembles humans…

She did have pointy ears like a fairy.

(End of this chapter)