Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

And this female... maybe she has a trace of the blood of a higher creature in her body that protects her sanity.

The illusion created could not make her addicted, and the body of the wish-fulfilling tree could only be controlled through "wishes". In this case, they could only seal her soul and wait for her to dissipate on her own.

——The soul of a mortal cannot last long under the gaze of his own body.

This universe belongs to us.

The clown chuckled and looked at the girl who was slowly approaching, tossing the knife in his hand up and down.

'The tree is growing...' he said, 'it needs nutrients.'

Snapped.

The girl's hand grasped the handle precisely.

"You want to fight me inside my body?" The clown waved the knife nonchalantly, leaning against the bench and yawning, "You are obviously an ordinary creature, but you keep saying 'mortal', son of the plane, hahahahahaha..."

"Relying on the status of a so-called "ritualist"? Your method of using energy is too superficial."

'In the vast and dark multiverse, there are countless unknowable, invisible, and inaudible horrors. Your bloodline is being watched by ancient higher beings...'

The clown stared at Mori Yuesha darkly, and his bright red lips split into an exaggerated crack.

'That is something indescribable coming from the deep void...'

'You will soon understand the horror, mortal.'

Mori Yuesha looked around. This world was a huge, wriggling intestine. When the truth was revealed, the dreamlike scene had long disappeared, leaving only wisps of white or yellow souls and the huge tree-like creature in the distance.

It looks like a vine with strange color parasitizing on the round transparent bubbles.

The tip of the knife is as sharp as snow, but the hand holding it is transparent.

'Your soul is about to dissipate.' The clown clapped his hands happily: 'This is the third child of the plane I have eaten... Wow, do you want to take a bath?'

Mori Yuesha stared at him for a long while.

"If you act rogue, I will act rogue too."

The girl's voice suddenly became fierce. She pulled up her sleeves to cover her face and squeezed her nose.

Under the clown's surprised gaze, the graceful and plump Miss Soul puffed up her face the next moment and suddenly turned into a very good little crybaby.

She pursed her lips, her face showing a pitiful look as if she had been bullied.

A tear as big as a bean was barely squeezed out and slid down the corner of the eye.

The babyish cries were mixed with sobs.

“Wow wow wow—Mom, someone is bullying me!!”

"belch--"

"Uuuuuu——"

He also hiccupped.

clown:……

Just as he was thinking about how to eat the soul of this naughty child, his mind raced and he saw very clearly a black tentacle breaking out of the ground and suddenly piercing through the girl's soul!

Squeak.

A teeth-grinding metallic sound.

The world was covered with a thin layer of gray film.

The melodious flute had its holes clogged with sticky yellow pus, and the tune played by the unknown organ was eerie.

Mori Yuesa knelt on the ground with her hands covering her heart, and arched her body like a shrimp - she was breathing heavily, and the strong energy entered her soul along the piercing of the tentacles.

A channel connecting her to the distant deep space was opened.

In the field of vision, rotten black clouds were constantly rolling in the sky. They were huge pieces of meat.

——She could not perceive it with her senses, nor could she describe its existence; Mori Yuesa could only sense its arrival through the intimacy and pain of her soul; her mind could not deduce a predetermined result, nor could she come to the conclusion that it existed.

——Unlike the previous conversation through the "profiler". She caught a glimpse of His body, but could not understand Him or describe Him; her cognition was wrong, the dense logical lines were stained with thick oil paint, and the blurred outline was far away from the boundary of Mori Yuesha's cognition.

Near, He is near.

A mouth dripping with mucus, numerous and huge deformed organs, a twisted shape, and a black hoof at the end that can barely be called a sheep's hoof.

The clown stood up suddenly!

He held his head high, hummed softly as if in complaint or sigh, and looked at the empty sky!

——His voice became thin, short, thick, and vague...

—he screamed with incredible ecstasy!

——Calling!

——Ambiguous sentences are sung into high-spirited prayers!

——Yeah! Great!

——Aiya! That which gave birth to countless things…!

He is coming!

His eyes are looking over here!

He is near!

He… stooped down.

Staring at Mori Yuesha.

He kissed the girl's forehead tenderly and stroked her painful cheek with his smooth, pore-filled skin.

"Yuan"'s kiss was like a sharp dagger, crushing the girl's brain.

There is only one name, only one name that is imprinted in the soul and keeps echoing.

His voice was stretched out continuously and filled with laughter.

'Call my name, little girl!'

Mori Yuesha lost the whites of her eyes.

Black mist and smelly, hot juice flowed out of his eye sockets, drawing two long lines on his pale face. His skin began to crack, and bright silver light shone brightly along the cracks in his skin - it was a mixture of horror and elegance.

The girl lowered her head slightly, pushed aside her long hair that fell like a waterfall, and between her lips and teeth she crushed the heat that was branded on her soul.

"Mother…"

she murmured.

"Shub-Niggurath..."

"Giving birth to thousands of descendants..."

"The Black Goat of the Forest."

Chapter 121 Text and Believers

Yukinoshita Yukino tossed and turned in bed.

During this period of time, apart from doing the necessary actions in life, she just lay on her thick wooden bed and looked at the ceiling. After the windows were sealed by the servants at home, there were still bursts of musty smells wafting out from strange places. The clock was ticking and running hard, and time became an ominous sign.

My sister, mother and father went out yesterday and never came back, leaving an elderly maid living downstairs.

At night, she could always hear tiny friction sounds, the thumping of footsteps running across the floor, and the click of teeth like insects or some small animals. These sounds could not be explained in the darkness - curiosity and fear were inseparable twins.

She pulled the quilt over her head and curled up into a ball. Her lips stung by the trembling teeth; she counted the time silently, afraid that those tiny sounds would suddenly disappear and suddenly appear in her ears again.

That's the scariest thing.

The howling of cats and dogs has become less frequent. It seems that my mother, father, and sister have asked someone to pass on the news through special channels, and they have been the first to receive support from the army. There should be no more of those terrible animals in this area.

嗏

Dad, mom, sister.

Where are you?

——The maid spent the night with her in her arms, the two of them locked their bodies tightly together, neither of them allowed the other to leave the living room, open the door, and look up.

——Look at the endless sea of ​​stars.

After a whole day, she wanted to ask the maid if she knew where her sister had gone, but then she didn't want to ask. She guessed the result, but she just couldn't accept it.

The window was sealed, and behind the three or four curtains was a second wall made of many wooden boards. Thanks to Yang Nai's foresight, she was able to see the bloody text. When she suddenly turned her head and looked at the window, she saw not the sea of ​​stars but a dry board.

Yukinoshita Yukino's forehead was cold, but a layer of sweat appeared on her back.

She felt that she had a slight fever, and her throat was dry and sore. The dark world was chaotic and disordered. She gradually lost track of time and could no longer look directly at the outside world. Are humans like white mice in a laboratory?

She began to have strange dreams.

The angle between the ceiling and the wall of the room seemed not to be ninety degrees, but an obtuse angle; the angle between the floor and the wall was not ninety degrees, but an acute angle; she seemed to be lying in a conical spire, buried deep in the abyss.

Does the maid living in the cubicle know about this?

Did she smell something musty in the air?

The strange walls tilted at strange angles, and strange words appeared on the strange ivory paint. Yukinoshita Yukino had good grades, but she still couldn't understand what these symbols meant - perhaps they explained why the spire was a spire and why they were buried in the abyss.

Maybe not.

For example, the difficult and obscure math problems attracted the girl, and the words on the wall exuded a power that humans could not imagine. Each of them quietly shone with a different color, and in the dark room, they were arranged solemnly like scriptures.

Yukinoshita Yukino pulled the quilt apart and peeked through the space where the air came in.

The words neither flew away nor dived into the wall; they just crawled and squirmed slowly, like dying books longing to be interpreted.

More air came in. A thin arm lifted the quilt.

Yukinoshita Yukino was reading the text from a distance.

She knew about the changes in the world, and knew that some god or devil was about to descend upon a world that did not believe in Him or did not believe He could come. According to Yang No's instructions, she should not be curious about things that were "beyond her cognition."

She wasn't curious, she just wanted to take a look. The girl hinted at herself - Xueno was sure that this was a hint given to herself and not the temptation of the words on the wall. She was alert, she was sure.

The quilt was completely lifted.

The slender ankles slid slowly across the sheets, and the two feet slipped into slippers.

Da da da.

The wall is getting closer.

Yukino discovered that the words were dancing.

Some had beards, some played instruments. She couldn't tell how they moved—wriggling, but they moved. They had just appeared there, and when she got out of bed and approached them, they were no longer in the same place.

Yukinoshita Yukino became more and more curious, reached out her hand, and carefully touched the words.

The walls are cold, the characters are hot.

She suddenly had an intuition: read it...read them!

Through this, she was able to understand more knowledge...more...more...

Perhaps it was a new element, a new metal or substance, or perhaps it was the secret that led to human evolution - those chilling dark auras quietly retreated, and were replaced by a huge colon.

Yukino stood in the slimy intestines, enduring the frantic sounds of desire in her head.

'Read it!'

'Endless knowledge!'

"God..."

"Nothing more than that!"

Interpretation…

She stood in front of the wall for a long time, probably...

About sixty years, right?