Mystery: Survival from the Secret Doll

Chapter 154 153 Starry Sky
The restart of destiny caused the huge "Judgment Star" that almost covered the entire sky to disappear.

He regressed to a moment that had not been mysteriously reproduced, becoming a mystery that had not appeared.

However, the restart of destiny from the Mercury Serpent did not successfully dissipate the brilliant galaxy exposed by the disappearance of the "Judgment Star".

The dazzling stars are still like eyes overlooking the entire earth, dotted in the sky that seems to be infinitely high and surrounded by darkness and lightning.

This galaxy formed by these stars is part of the kingdom of a god, and cannot be easily erased by non-divine forces.

Even though Ouroboros, one of the eight kings of the angels, is not a true god, he cannot point fingers at other gods' kingdoms.

There is an essential difference between Sequence 3 and Sequence 2.

Sequence 1 and Sequence 0 also have essential differences.

"It's really not decent to be a guest at someone's house."

In the Restart of All Things, the figure was blurry and transparent, with only one eye without eyelashes real enough. The figure's surroundings still maintained the same state as before.

He also did not disappear. Because he was an image that emerged from the cracks of history, he did not suffer the erosion of fate's restart and regress to a state where he had not been pulled out by ancient scholars.

This great being hid the restart of the area around itself caused by the restart of all things, creating a safe zone that could not enter the cycle of fate.

Within this safe zone, mystery ceased to exist. Without the mystical foundational framework that supported the Mercury Serpent's reboot, the reboot of all things naturally could not function accordingly.

The indifferent eyes of Nothingness looked in the direction where the Dark Demon Wolf Kotal fled, and then the illusory and transparent figure seemed to shake its body.

Allah, how can you escape?
This is not a very easy thing for Him to do.

After all, the purpose of His trip was not Ouroboros and the Hanged Man.

The escaping dark wolf suddenly felt a chill in his senses, and great fear suddenly filled his whole body.

Even though he had used the power of miracles several times and used his own status to forcibly interfere with the direction of divination and prophecy, he still felt that some strange changes had occurred in himself.

Suddenly, the God of Wishes raised his head and looked towards the place where the war between gods took place.

Slippery tentacles emerged from his flesh and blood, and the sticky things wrapped around the God of Desire. Countless spiritual insects painfully emerged from the pores of his skin, and entangled with other spiritual insects, forming a ball.

Then, under the eyes of the God of Wishes, the spirit worms that emerged from the body began to wriggle uncontrollably, with countless sticky tentacles entwined with each other.

The Dark Wolf Kotar didn't even know what was happening. He stared blankly at the changes in his body. The thoughts in his mind, the desire to break free from this state, began to fade away, and it seemed that only the most primitive desire remained...

"Do not……"

This is not right.

The dark wolf instinctively sensed that danger was approaching.

"Do not--!"

The spirit worms entangled with each other and actually gave birth to smaller spirit worms. Madness continued to accumulate in the smaller spirit worms, not knowing whether they were part of the spirit worms themselves or torn out from the extraordinary characteristics of the God of Wishes.

These accumulated indescribable madness caused the Dark Demon Wolf to spasm all over.

In a short while, the eight legs of the Dark Demon Wolf collapsed to the ground almost uncontrollably.

His spirit worms kept dying, and new spirit worms, born from the intertwining of spirit worms, began to devour the body and spirit of the God of Desire. Spirit worms constantly flowed in and out of his pores and flesh, coming into contact with the earth, the surrounding weeds, and the monsters that had appeared from the depths of darkness at some unknown time.

They all went crazy together, they danced together on the dark wolf which became the source, the spirit insects combined together and gave birth to something even more terrifying.

With a loud bang, the dark wolf's body exploded again.

Coming back from the dead is a miracle!
This was His last chance.

Fortunately, this time the miracle of resurrection from the dead was no longer interfered with in a mystical sense. He was not directly pulled up and reborn immediately in his original flesh and blood.

In other words, he escaped from the scope of the hermit's ability to manipulate the authority of occult knowledge?
Is this just a backup plan for Him?

Countless spirit insects wandered in the mist of history. The dark wolf Kotar began to examine himself very calmly, making sure that this death would metabolize all the madness. With the original death, no crazy thoughts were left in the spirit body to affect the next rebirth. He waited.

Waiting for the end of the struggle between the true Creator and that Sequence 0.

After using up his last chance to be resurrected from the dead, the Dark Wolf became more cautious than ever before after becoming an angel and a miracle worker.

Because He knew that if He suffered that level of damage again, the only possibility for Him was His death.

Waiting is the only solution now.

But at this moment, Cottard suddenly opened his eyes wide among the fragments of historical mist.

Countless spiritual insects scrambled to break free from the past and history, flying madly towards the historical fog.

There seemed to be a wriggling vortex formed by tentacles.

In the historical light spots wrapped in the vortex, a young man wearing loose clothes, holding a three-meter-long scepter that looked like a twisted sun, sat in a mausoleum filled with deathly silence and strangeness.

An illusory river flows slowly under the giant feathered serpent. Countless spiritual threads and pitch-black blood vessels echo with the oily feathers. Bizarre scenes flash wildly in the light of history.

As if he had sensed something, the young man in the historical light spot raised his head and looked at the dark demon wolf that was passively flying towards the historical light spot.

The young man raised the corner of his mouth slightly, then slowly took out a crystal-carved monocle from his pocket and put it on his right eye socket.

The young man adjusted his monocle and, amidst the anger, fear, despair, and other emotions of the Dark Wolf Kotal, he slowly spoke:
"Welcome home."

accident?surprise?
Countless spiritual threads, separated by a layer of historical fog, manipulate this Sequence 2 angel.

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Ouroboros had already withdrawn from the state of restarting the fate of the mercury serpent. The angel king spread his wings behind him and stared at the huge moon that appeared in the sky at some point, competing with it.

It was a bright full moon.

It was not a crimson moon.

The bright moon is so beautiful under the starry sky, it is an unprecedented spectacle.

The goddess of night is the 'Lord of Crimson'. The moon in this world always fluctuates between crimson and blood red. There has never been such a beautiful moon.

But at a certain moment, what Ouroboros saw was not the moon, but a swelling mass of flesh. The moon was only his illusion, but how huge was that mass of flesh?

Ouroboros was stunned on the spot.

Mental pollution quietly erupted, and countless huge tentacles extended from the flesh, grabbing the Angel King.

The moon-like lump of flesh opened its mouth, revealing countless sharp white teeth. A sticky liquid dripped from that huge mouth, and a seemingly bottomless darkness filled the space.

The starry sky was moved, and it seemed to be casting an incomprehensible and extremely crazy gaze at it.

Mere understanding is pollution, mere contact is desecration.

Ouroboros' body sank suddenly. He was contaminated by looking directly at a mysterious and crazy piece of knowledge that reappeared. He was stunned and lost consciousness. He was awakened by the Lord's voice that suddenly exploded in his ears.

"leave!"

A corrupted power descended upon the moon flesh with its huge mouth.

The true creator exerted influence from a distance, causing the body of the moon meat to move upwards, and the slippery tentacles spreading from its body also deviated from their original attack position.

This allowed the Angel King to avoid the indescribable tentacles.

'Knowledge spreads as understanding spreads.'

An illusory and transparent human figure stood on the ground, looking at the angel of destiny in the air with its prying eyes.

All around him, there were lush vegetation. The earth, soil, stones and the monsters in the darkness together created one strange monster after another. The birth of each new monster added one more type of monster.

After giving birth to new monsters, they turned into a pure torrent of information and reassembled around the illusory and transparent human figure.

This is the power of abundance, this is the love of motherhood.

In the Cthulhu mythology, there is only one person who is called the 'Goddess of Dark Plenty', the 'Supreme Mother Goddess', and the 'Black Goat of the Forest Who Gives Birth to Thousands of Offspring'.

Shub-Niggurath.

This is the greatest Outer God even in the Cthulhu mythology system. She is the original goddess of fertility and is considered to be the source of all life in the universe.

She is the indescribable wife, the beginning of civilization, and the fundamental law of life.

The knowledge of mysterious reappearance must itself have a mysterious color before it can be used.

'Shub-Niggurath' is a story left over from the past, and the fact that it has been mysteriously reappeared makes it seem self-evident what this knowledge refers to.

When the moon appears, the starry sky is moved. In the distant universe, brown stars, orange stars, red stars, and Venus seem to be twinkling, as if blinking.

Above the red moon, the moon had somehow lost its red color and condensed into something even larger than the moon, peeking at the blue star that this satellite was guarding.

Then, he quietly let a little bit of blood leave his body, trying to establish a mystical connection that would bypass the blockade from the original and current seven gods, enter this planet, descend to the God-forsaken land, and merge with the huge and hideous moon under the stars above his head!
The barrier facing the starry sky began to boil, and some gods discovered the problem through the changes of the great existence entrenched on the moon and the original barrier left behind.

It is composed of moon flowers and clusters of night-blooming herbs, as if in the dark heaven in the eternal night, the gods in it are looking at the starry sky.

A world made up of waves and storms, a kingdom set the tone by dusk, a tower made of knowledge, hammers and saws, a region full of traces of craftsmen, one gaze after another looks up to the sky, and then looks at the blue planet under the defense circle they jointly built.

"The God-forsaken Land?" he muttered in confusion.

"A land forsaken by the gods." There was a silent sigh.

In the God-forsaken land.

'The spread of knowledge symbolizes the spread of authority.'

The illusory and transparent voice seemed unaware of the abnormality in the starry sky. The huge moon transformed into a piece of flesh and waved its tentacles. Every piece of land and every piece of air where its tentacles passed created strange monsters with or without form. They squirmed and moved madly, as if they wanted to have a child with Ouroboros, the Tail-Eater.

Ah, as for who... Of course Ouroboros gave birth to the child.

The angel of destiny transformed into a mercury snake once again and tried to restart everything but failed.

The pollution caused by understanding has quietly taken root in the body of the Angel King.

'The diffusion of authority signifies that these mysteries are no longer held by a single individual.'

Mysterious Reappearance is an extraordinary ability whose power and magical force become greater the fewer people know about it.

'Thus, the uncontrolled knowledge seeks to return.'

The knowledge that is scattered will eventually return.

'And the destination of all knowledge is only secret.'

The symbol of all taboos, the sage of hidden knowledge.

Knowledge will eventually return.

On the wings behind Ouroboros grew piece after piece of twisted, horrifying, and weird feathers, as if soaked in black, filled with grotesqueness and terror.

The true Creator once again exerted influence from afar!

With the blessing of the true Creator, Ouroboros' body turned into a black, viscous liquid, corrupting the knowledge in his brain and causing them to temporarily rebel against the Hermit, the symbol of taboo and the source of knowledge!
The king of angels suddenly flew towards the hermit on the ground.

On his body, various mystical symbols intertwined in the black viscous liquid appeared, forming a wheel, as if blessing himself.

"Why are you so afraid of me? I've come to this God-forsaken Land. Isn't it the most basic etiquette for a visitor to pay a visit to the owner here?"

He is not a bad person.

The illusory and transparent eyes narrowed, feeling helpless about the current state of the real creator who could only influence him from a distance.

Ah, of course, relying solely on the Necronomicon, a Sequence 4 mystic, with some power coming from the source material of this path and some power coming from the future timeline of Euclidean space, and the historical pore images of Sequence 0 blessed by the Great Being, cannot yet achieve what a true Sequence 0 level can do.

For example, directly breaking into the kingdom of God of the real Creator... something like that.

After all, He is really just an image in a historical void without any unique basis.

This Sequence 0 Historical Aperture Image slowly and methodically produced a gold coin, surrounded by grayish-white mist and symbolizing the 'Lord of Mysteries', from somewhere unknown.

(End of this chapter)