Chapter 476: The Illusion of the Past, the Name the World Cannot Bear

Chapter 476: The Illusion of the Past, the Name the World Cannot Bear

Chapter 476: The Illusion of the Past, the Name the World Cannot Bear

The gorgeous light and shadow that could not be described in words came from who knows how many layers, and who knows how many layers it distorted along the way. When it finally penetrated the thick fog and was born outside the broken window of Class 18, Group C of the teaching building, the shape formed by the interweaving of endless light and will was surprisingly a human figure made up of glass fragments refracting countless spots of light...

There are many names for it, but no matter what it is, it means that its sequence is at least "Supreme Judgment"!
Even in the words of the convenience store owner-003, it is the only true "Ashebringer".

"Concept-level sculpture", "Original Ashbringer", and the projection of the "Ashebringer" path in the real world.

The incarnation of the Ashbringer!
“It’s coming…it’s coming…!” The voice of the Burial Body trembled, full of piety. It seemed to give the highest worship to the Original Ash Apostle.

Come to think of it, the body of the "Funeral Body" is also an angel sculpture, and in front of the "Original Ash Apostle", the angel sculpture is just a larger "Mist-Clad Light Chaser".

As the "Original Ash Apostle" slowly descended, the trees in the entire green belt outside the teaching building trembled violently as if they were electrocuted. The friction between branches and leaves turned into frantic muttering. The lights in the teaching building flashed regularly and exploded and went out one after another. The darkness engulfed the corridor like a tide...

In the entire world, only the "Original Ash Apostle" was left, with a strange glow that transcended the spectrum flowing around him...

Non-Euclidean geometric outlines are vaguely floating in those colorful cross-sections, as if countless dimensions have collapsed into a two-dimensional plane. The soul of anyone watching will feel an intense burning sensation due to information overload.

The endless rainstorm that enveloped the teaching building hit the walls of the building like bullets, shattered into countless water droplets, annihilated endless water vapor, blended with the fog, and dragged the world into the vast gray fog.

After being soaked, the pure nocturnal species' bodies became slippery as if covered in slime. They crawled and wriggled like pilgrims, like countless seaweeds singing an evil prelude in the waves:
""I AvgruNnen av tKe og mrke jaGer forTapte Sjeler fanTome"! "

""I AvgruNnen av tKe og mrke jaGer forTapte Sjeler fanTome"! ! "

“「I AvgruNnen…」

As they continued to chant, their eyeballs spun at high speeds inside their skulls, and their pupils seemed to split into broken mirrors, reflecting the fragments of truth flowing in every edge of the "Original Ash Apostle".

The entire world began to distort in the chanting. The lines of the buildings began to twist in a way that violated the laws of physics. It was like a glass flower blooming in the space, or like the space was split into bamboo strips and then the strips were continuously woven. Anyone who observed this scene had their cognition destroyed.

The limited architectural lines were twisted into an infinite Möbius strip structure. The rainstorm gradually became suspended into a static matrix. Every drop of rain seemed to reflect the outline of the "Original Ash Apostle". The light and heat produced by the extreme burning of the ashes only constituted the coordinates calling for the "Original Ash Apostle" to be born here. No force could resist the erosion of time and space by the "Original Ash Apostle" at this time!

The forms of the Laughing Angels began to materialize in the distorted layers, and the extraordinary powers that allowed them to maintain their own state seemed to be forcibly extracted by the "Original Ash Apostle"...

In fact, it was not just their power, but all the extraordinary power that filled this place, which was converging towards the "Original Ash Apostle" at this moment. The trajectory of their convergence faintly formed the Fibonacci sequence...

The dim light passed over the outer wall of the classroom and sparsely penetrated into the classroom. The smiling angels that had turned into blue-gray stone statues, their wet wings condensed into frost in the scorching airflow.

Their eyes that had been devoutly looking at the "Original Ash Apostle" completely turned into sharp-edged crystal eyeballs, and their stone eyelids split into two unfathomable cracks that spread from the corners of their eyes to their cheekbones. Their tear-filled pupils glowed with the cold light of gray-blue quartz...

They also hummed an ancient and evil aria like nocturnal species: "I AvgruNnen av tKe og mrke jaGer forTapte Sjeler fanTome", and their blue-gray bodies gradually grew dark green moss in the water vapor, as if in this short period of time, the smiling angel sculptures had been immersed in the sea water for an extremely long time. Even their hands, which were folded in front of their chests in a prayer posture, seemed to have broken bones and dregs from who knows which century embedded in the nails...

Lin Yi discovered that he could no longer sense the will of the "Burial Body", and it seemed that he and the "Original Ash Apostle" were the only ones left in the world.

In the twisted and disordered world, the "Original Ash Apostle" surrounded by the Fibonacci spiral became the only point of order. Lin Yi looked up at him, just like the mortals in the doctrine looking up at the descending gods...

This picture is both pure and sacred, and absurd and cult, making people deeply immersed in it and unable to extricate themselves...

Gradually, Lin Yi's perception began to change. Every inch of the "Original Ash Apostle" seemed to him like some mysterious trajectory, like wriggling cuneiform characters and the trajectory of some stars, or like some ancient secret patterns that had not yet been understood by humans, or some mysterious language that was beyond the scope of what carbon-based life could understand...

Lin Yi's soul trembled uncontrollably, and his will was twisted into a giant tree shape bit by bit. He seemed to see the burning ashes in the form of the Fibonacci sequence gradually blooming around the "Original Ash Apostle", forming strange flowers that looked like those in ancient Indian religions. Countless nocturnal species and a large number of smiling angels sang cult songs, as if performing a dark mass that transcended the only darkness...

And in the middle of this mass, there was Lin Yi's lonely will...

His ears were filled with endless whispers, passionate chants, and lengthy chatter. He seemed to hear a language from outside the world, but he could not hear any sound from the world he was familiar with.

His will seemed to be enveloped by a whirlpool, and his mind seemed to have fallen into a hypercube maze. He tried to find the logic in it, but every logical deduction seemed to create new paradoxical branches.

He stared directly at the "Original Ashbringer", but every frame he witnessed became a way for his cognition to be overwritten and eroded, constantly creating cracks in his original cognition. In the infinite overwriting and, the existence of the "Original Ashbringer" itself seemed to have turned into an unsolvable paradox, stitching reality and madness into the same strange glow...

【som……】

【lyset……】

【fantmoer……】

【till……】

The calling sound in the void was like thousands of torn pieces of cloth. Countless broken sounds swirled in the wind formed by the ashes, floating in the twisted layers, surrounding Lin Yi's will, as if to completely annihilate him.

【De……som……】

【e som...jager...lyset...】

【…… i tke…… fantomer……】

……

Lin Yi's mind began to become hazy, and countless chaotic blue-gray lines surged in his mind. Blurry images began to flash before his eyes one after another. These images contained various stories, but Lin Yi could not see them clearly, nor could he feel them. He only felt that he was constantly sinking in an unknown time and space...

The strange scale twisted and multiplied in the corridors of the abyss, sometimes sounding like the guttural prayers of ancient priests, and sometimes turning into the sharp buzzing of an electronic synthesizer. But in the end, everything disappeared, leaving only endless darkness and heavy breathing.

"Hu, hu, hu..."

Lin Yi panted.

Or maybe, it wasn't Lin Yi who was breathing.

"Ding! Ding! Ding..."

“He” heard knocking sounds coming from the dark environment…

Following this feeling, I "looked" over and saw something light up in the darkness as far as my sight could reach.

It was a thin figure who was swinging a hammer and hitting a red-hot iron in a dark and hot cramped room...

"Ding!"

“Ding!” “Ding…”

Hammer after hammer struck, sparks flew everywhere, and the sparks seemed to reflect the colorful brilliance of the "Original Ash Apostle"...

Lin Yi remembered this person. He had had hallucinations related to him many times in the art layer, but in all the hallucinations, this person maintained the same movements.

No one knew what this person was casting. The more Lin Yi wanted to see, the harder it was for him to get closer...

I don't know how long he knocked, but the man stopped.

He slowly raised the pliers, and a square piece of iron at the tip was emitting white steam and slowly cooling down.

"Successful?" A voice seemed to appear in the void. It was an extremely cold female voice. Lin Yi felt it was very familiar, yet so strange that he couldn't remember it at all.

After waiting for a long time, no one appeared in the picture.

"No." The man holding the hammer said coldly. He loosened the pliers, and the square iron piece was thrown away casually with a "ding".

Lin Yi looked quickly, but could only see a scratch.

He was stunned for a moment. After knocking for so long, he only... left a mark?
"Is this the only way?" a cold female voice said in the void.

At this time, the forger spoke slowly, his tone indifferent: "This is the only way..."

"It seems... there is nothing in this world that can carry our 'name'..." Another voice sounded, a male voice, which also disappeared into the void.

"Try again." said the cold female voice.

"Come on?" The man holding the hammer was indifferent and speechless, "Are you kidding me, boss? I'm going to break my hand with this hammer!"

"If it's broken, we can just make another one. Our lost reputation... is the key to our future." said the man.

"At worst, we can use our honorific names to anchor each other..." The forger weighed the hammer in his hand, "Since the world cannot bear my 'name', then I will change it... Since my real name is not obvious, I will use a nickname."

"If even the name becomes a taboo, then the world is truly doomed."

"What do you think?"

The man was silent for a moment: "The name... is ridiculous. If you ask me, just keep it simple, just the surname plus a number..."

"Zhang San, Li Si? That's too boring..." The forger rejected it as soon as he opened his mouth. "I have decided. From now on, I will be called "God Craftsman"... You can call me whatever you want. There will always be someone to call us in the future."

As he spoke, he struck the stove with a hammer. The flying sparks seemed to reflect the faces of the people around him.

One of the photos was of the sinister little girl - "The Mage".

Just when Lin Yi's attention was focused on the "Master of Magic" through the sparks, the unknown gears seemed to stop at this moment. After who knows how many years, the little girl turned her head slightly... as if she saw Lin Yi.

In that fleeting moment, Lin Yi discovered that the "Master's" eyes dilated slightly and his mouth opened slightly, as if he had seen something horrifying from him.

Lin Yi was startled. Although he was just conscious, he still felt a sharp pain on his left arm, as if he was pricked by a needle. He quickly looked away.

But at this moment, he heard a cold "hehe" in his ears.

Lin Yi's will trembled violently.

In this infinite darkness, he suddenly found that there was another person beside him.

That little girl.

[Anyone who inherits the power of an angel will eventually become an angel's phantom]. For some reason, Lin Yi's mind flashed with the words that the boss once said.

Could it be that because his arm was branded with a secret pattern by the little girl, he, the "one who inherits the power of the magician", has now become the "phantom of the magician"?
However, the feeling that the little girl who appeared here at this moment gave him was different from that of the little girl in the gallery of the art building.

The little girl in the gallery had a weird aura all over her body, but this one was much more normal... or rather, it was so weird that even he couldn't detect it.

"So...that's it..." The little girl murmured beside "him" and then disappeared.

Lin Yi was completely confused and had no idea what was going on.

But in the next moment, he heard some subtle "click! click!" sounds, as if a saw was being pulled repeatedly by someone.

Following the sound, he saw a light surging in the darkness. In that light was a dirty little girl. Only the back of the little girl was visible, but Lin Yi knew that she was the "Master Di Mage". At her feet, there seemed to be a pitch-black corpse.

The "crunching" sound was caused by her pulling the big steel saw to cut up the corpse.

While they were dividing their territory, they were still humming that black nursery rhyme:

[Children, play hide and seek~Hide one by one~]

[The small yard is a good place~Brothers and sisters hide~]

【…】

[Brother, you are so mean~ You made fun of my sister for having a dull saw~]

[That tree is really nice~ I will hang my brother separately~]

【…】

……

Seeing the little girl, the tingling sensation on Lin Yi's left hand began to become clearer and stronger. More blurred images were floating in the infinite darkness, but the secret pattern imprinted on his arm by the little girl seemed to have the power to penetrate the layers, slowly appearing in this unknown dark abyss, and then like a pen grasped by an invisible hand, slowly tracing the traces of the secret pattern in the void...

(End of this chapter)