Chapter 225 You are finally here!

Chapter 225 You are finally here!

The pale moth drinks up the brains of the aging moth.

The power of the decayed fourth-level moth phase was poured into its skull.

Even though this power has been dormant for many years and has become ruined, it is still surging and surging, enough to burst the brain of a second-level secret messenger!

Even this pale moth, which carries a special secret, cannot completely survive the onslaught of such a violent surge of chaotic power.

The head covered with condensation cracked open with several hideous cracks. The skin, flesh and skull could no longer bear the increasing expansion of brain tissue, and the wrinkled fat seemed to leak out from the cracks in the skull.

The overflowing taboo knowledge is so mysterious and obscure that it cannot be spoken or transcribed. It turns into dancing mottled moths. After circling in the cocoon of the blood web, they swarm towards That broken body with one eye.

Densely packed tiny moths hugged each other, like weird bone sculpture balls, filling the empty eye frames.

Through the mottled light that penetrates the skull from the countless pitch-black moth eyes on this gray-white bone sculpture ball, Watson once again sneaked into Mansu uncontrollably.

He seemed to wake up suddenly from his sleep, and when he opened his eyes again, he saw the dark forest land that was as dark as a shadow.

The woodland that should only exist in the era of fading memories seemed particularly silent. There were no moths fluttering their wings, nor moles whispering. Even the thick iron trees seemed to be dead and no longer faintly emitted the ancient sound. Pulsating.

It's as if nothing is perfect yet, and as if this silent woodland has been dead for a while.

The previously pulsating organs finally stopped making noise, and the gurgling blood condensed into a foul-smelling scum.

The dead cells have not yet completely rotted, and the ugly maggots have not yet hatched from the flesh.

The pesky carrion flies haven't been attracted to this morsel of delicious food yet.

The death of the woodland is still in a quiet and peaceful stage. The rotten flesh and blood have not yet fermented and evaporated to emit the rotting stench. There are no disgusting fat white maggots burrowing around, and there are no greedy flies chattering endlessly.

This stage of death... can definitely be called beautiful and fascinating.

It not only retains the beauty of life that has not completely disappeared, but also enjoys the quiet beauty of death.

Such a perfect woodland... It's so quiet that it's terrifying. It seems that all this silence is just a moment of calm before the storm is about to come, just to welcome some unimaginable horror!

Watson turned his head in confusion, trying to look at the situation elsewhere, but his neck felt as hard as iron, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not turn his head.

Even the torso and limbs seemed to have been injected with cement, and the blood vessels were filled with stiffness and hardening. No matter how much the brain screamed for commands to fire nerves, it could not wake up the body that seemed to be deeply asleep.

As if the mortal body was petrified by Medusa's gaze, it could only stand there numbly, like an anesthetized pig ready to be slaughtered.

Watson was even more shocked to find that he couldn't even control the muscles of his eyelids.

The field of view of the only eyeball is strictly limited to the position directly in front, just like a camera fixed to capture the background scene. It must wait for the real protagonist to appear before it can move.

Then he saw the protagonist of this trip, the deformed and terrifying monster slowly walking out of the shadows.

The missing special three eyes have regrown new pupils. However, although these three pupils are all in the shape of multi-faceted prismatic crystals, the materials of the crystals are different.

The emerald on the left eye is like the emerald on the Queen's necklace.

The bright red right eye resembles Indy's Cross Delon Star Stone.

The pupils on his forehead are as gray as the mountain of light at the top of the crown.

It's just that the star-shaped twisted tentacles in front of the nose have all been broken, as if they were cut by an extremely sharp sword blade. There are wisps of dark and sticky blood flowing out of the flat broken section, dripping thickly. The land burst out with a sizzling sound of corrosion.

The seven deformed bird-like hooked toes stepped on the solid ground, and even the sleeping and dead earth seemed to jump in fright, and the trembling rhythm spread from the soles of his feet to the petrified Watson's heart.

He looked at the deformed mouth, which was made up of countless staggered fangs of different thicknesses, and was laughing with an exaggerated and ferocious mania.

The vague memories that had existed in his mind for a long time suddenly became clear, just as the figure of the deformed monster in front of him also penetrated into his heart. He used the strange claws with seven thick or thin, sharp or rugged fingers to help him with a fierce wave. He dispels inner confusion and confusion.

I remembered!

It's it...the unknown creature that appeared in the environment where the intracranial moth drank up the cup and was suddenly promoted! That ancient monster that should be exterminated! ! !

Watson's inner doubts were not relieved by the complete recovery of past memories. On the contrary, they became more serious, and all kinds of miscellaneous thoughts sparkled in his mind.

"I finally remembered... When I was promoted to the second level in the moth phase, I encountered this monster of unknown origin in the illusion. At that time, it opened my skull and put a fat white moth into it. Dress me in bloody clothes and replace my heart and eyes.”

"That is to say, the various moth-like secrets that I suddenly understood - the secret methods that force intelligent beings to abandon their flesh and blood and forget their memories, and even summon woodland moths to occupy mortal bodies, as well as the naughty intracranial moths that often make their own decisions. …Is it all because the moth in my skull is not a sexualized self, but an intruding consciousness?”

"So my moth vision can see the different postures of different secret transmitters, which may be the strange manifestation of some secret transmission nature."

"But... why would this monster help me at such a cost? Give me the power and knowledge that ordinary moth people don't have?"

Watson never believed that there would be free pie falling from the sky, and all gifts have already been secretly marked with a price - he has already experienced this truth in another timeline.

"So what benefits does this monster, or the Sichen moth behind it, expect from me?"

"What value do I have that can attract such a great being as Sichen?"

"Could it be... another timeline where the real me was born?"

"In that timeline, even though I was working in state secrets, I had never heard of the existence of supernatural powers... Such a pure paradise might be the area that the moth wants to get involved in?"

"Although mortal secret transmitters need to practice the rules to strengthen the nature of secret transmission, does Sichen, as the embodiment of the laws of the universe, also need to strengthen himself by spreading the rules?"

"Are there other deeper and more unimaginable reasons?"

"Why were Sichen born? How could the cold laws of the universe give birth to anthropomorphic thoughts?"

"Where does the power of Sichen come from? Is it purely because of the vast cosmic truth they represent?"

"Why do Sichen spread such dangerous and uncertain power to the world?"

Perhaps it is because the body is petrified and unable to move, and the extra energy that is usually needed to control the body is now concentrated in the skull.

Watson's mind became more active and divergent, and he started to speculate and imagine countless things. His imagination shot out like an arrow from a bow into the boundless sky, and he couldn't stop it at all.

Until he saw the ferocious fanged mouth approaching and seemed to tremble slightly, as if it was muttering some unacceptable frequency rhythm, which made the branches of the ancient tree tremble and the dark fat leaves fell.

But Watson could know the meaning of the other party's words for no reason, just like the moth in his skull was flapping its wings in response, and the meaning of the words was directly resounding in his skull.

"John H. Watson... you are finally here!"