Ultraman in the world of grams

Chapter 226 The Hound of Tindalos

"Thank you."

After a long silence, Wilson finally spoke. He raised his head and thanked the scholar seriously.

At this moment, he realized that he was not alone.

Before he knew it, he already had a sense of belonging to this world and realized so many vivid people.What a joy it is to have a partner you can trust.

After finishing speaking, for some reason, he suddenly felt a little relaxed all over his body, and he was no longer so nervous and anxious.

What should be faced is always faced.

"But if you are with me, you will encounter many dangers." Wilson couldn't help reminding.

"It doesn't matter," the geologist's tone was very relaxed, "I've experienced despair anyway, haven't I, I still believe in the light of miracles."

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Jugula didn't look down, and didn't pay attention to the road under his feet, because space and distance are meaningless in this place.

This is a place beyond the real world, where time and space are messed up, and dimensions are twisted together like wool balls, making people crazy.

Maybe it appears at this point at this moment, and jumps to another place from the next moment.

The underlying logic of chaos and madness is fully demonstrated here.

Holding a green potted plant in Jugula's arms, there was a little helplessness on his face.

His figure appeared at a certain point in a certain dimension, and disappeared in the same place in an instant, avoiding anything with the concept of angle.

Time and history are laid out in front of him, and he sees all people of different ages, races, and skin colors.They fight, kill, build, dance, sing.They sat around a bonfire in the remote desert and flew in the air in a monoplane.They sailed the seas in canoes and huge steamships, they painted bison and mammoths on the walls in dark caves, and painted huge canvases in weird futuristic ways.

However, in all these strange scenes, Jugula left quickly with only a slight deviation, leaving behind a series of phantoms.

Soon after Jugula left, or countless years had passed, time was a meaningless thing anyway.

Just by stretching your neck, you can see farther and farther into the past.Angles and curves surround him.Through the curve, you can see chunks of time.There is time in curves, time in angles.Creatures that exist in angular time cannot enter curved time.

Perhaps this is a very unimaginable concept, after all, no one can understand what it is like to live in a curved angle.

The eyes of normal people can't observe the Dao, it is simply insane and meaningless.

Jugula tried his best to choose a road with many curves to jump, and when he encountered an angle, he wisely chose to retreat or move forward.

Even if he tried his best to avoid those concepts, tried his best to hide his figure, and erased the whereabouts behind him.But behind him, there were still circles of invisible patterns rippling.

The patterns are like the ripples of stones skimming the water, or a string of mucus left by snails crawling.

Anyone who walks will leave traces.

No matter what he did it was inevitable.

And stuck behind him, those invisible beings chasing him were desperately following behind those traces, tracking Jugula's figure.

They don't have a specific shape, and they can't describe the specific appearance in words at all. They pass through those angles in an extremely strange way, as if people are walking on flat ground.

Just like a hound, sniffing those conspicuous traces, vowed to track the prey to the ends of the earth.

They are a bit like things in autumn mythology, with weird shapes, and some of the figures engraved on ancient stone tablets discovered by chance are a bit like them.There were Greeks who once called them trees, snakes, apples—but that belied their ugliness.

Everything happened before time and after time.Those things of the past crossed the corner in the dark recesses of time.

They are thirsty and hungry!
All the evil and dirty things in the universe seem to gather in that body that can't be seen.

No, not the body.

Because they also don't have a real physical body.

But they might be breathing. For a while, Jugula relaxed a little bit, and they immediately tracked him with those traces. The disgusting sound of breathing seemed to linger in his ears, trying to rush up and bite with him.

But all this is an illusion.

At the moment when the prey was about to be hunted down, the prey miraculously disappeared at the origin, leaving only a series of bewildering traces.

Jugula has jumped across time, from the original age of ignorant apes to the future.

He glanced at the modern big city made of reinforced concrete and soil under his feet, including the ruins of the city and the weedy neighborhood.

They sniffed Jugula's breath again, landed in a corner of a certain neighborhood, and tried to pounce on him.

Just in an instant, Jugula disappeared into that time and space again. He saw Miskatonic University, saw the Ultra cubs who were discussing in the library, and also saw what was written in the principal's office. Principal Lovecraft.

Principal Lovecraft seemed to have noticed something, and looked towards the corner of the office.

A succession of shadows seemed to flash there.

The principal raised a smile, and then looked down casually.

Those who track Juggula are not some demons, because in their space of activity, there are no related concepts, no thought, no morality, and no right and wrong in human society.

They just departed from purity and became corpses of death, receptacles of filth.

There is only purity and filth here.Filth is represented by angles, purity by curves.

Everything sounds absurd.

But it's a real part of the world.

Holding the potted plant in his arms, Jugula gritted his teeth and greeted a certain bastard.

After getting two monster cards, he planned to quickly jump to a certain cub's dreamland through the curve to bring a new trial.

But he never thought of it.

As soon as they entered this space-time distortion, they were quickly tracked by them.

Nyarlathotep took one of them to make a monster card.

The result, of course, is obvious, a failure.

But they deeply remembered the smell of the culprit.

They are--

Hounds of Tindalos.

(End of this chapter)