Shadow Apostle

Horst's eyes closed and then opened suddenly, eight tentacles stretched out from his back.

The black tentacles were twisting hard behind their backs, and their silhouette in the darkness was like a giant octopus with its teeth and claws.

Horst's arms were folded across his chest, his legs were hanging motionless, but his body was rising rapidly.

The huge tentacles became thicker and longer, and the roots gathered under the body to lift Horst up, while the first half of the eight tentacles were still raised in the air, twisting and pointing at Sathogua and the mysterious black shadow.

At this time, Horst only felt a splitting headache.

Because at the moment when the tentacles exploded and moved the body, the wills of both parties merged for a moment.

Horst seemed to see countless fragments of images.

Walking alone in the fog of the fantasy world, I don't know if I have been wandering for dozens or hundreds of years.

Just to find those masters hidden in the most secret corners of the fantasy world and have direct contact with them.

However, the hiding place of the masters is their biggest secret, which is as important as their existence.

So much so that I wandered around for hundreds of years and found nothing.

I have forgotten too much and lost too much.

Even the purpose of finding other masters has been forgotten.

You can only leave everything to the remaining instinct in the deepest part of your existence.

However, as the long years fade away, the last bit of instinct is about to disappear.

It is about to be unable to support, and it is about to completely dissipate.

It's all coming to an end.

However, in the last period of time, a dying human being came from across the border and became the hope for continuation.

The hope after despair is so sweet that even little consciousness is left, and we are still immersed in joy and expectation all day long.

Messy images flashed through Horst’s mind one by one.

In the end, it stopped at eight tentacles that extended infinitely, and collided head-on with the claws of the strange illusory world master, the toad god Sathogua.

The next moment, Horst's eyes suddenly became dull.

What he saw before him was beyond his imagination.

He even suspected that his brain was burned out in his dream just because of what he saw a few days ago.

The huge claws, weird tentacles, and the collision of the two behemoths should have been earth-shattering.

However, everything was silent at this time.

Perhaps because of the momentary fusion with beef soup, Horst got some kind of enlightenment, and Horst immediately understood the reason for the silence.

Because what collides together is not a real entity at all, how can there be sound?

Giant toad?

Twisted tentacles?

Human beings' ability to understand is so poor that they can only forcibly understand the existence beyond their ability to understand into what they are now.

But in reality, they are nothing.

But something even weirder, more twisted, and more difficult to understand.

They are pure mysteries that are beyond common sense.

A huge and terrifying sense of oppression escaped from the intersection of the giant claws and tentacles.

The next moment, strange phenomena began to spread outward from the point of contact.

The space seemed to be distorted into countless messy lights, shadows and lines.

Various weird and absurd patterns spread rapidly from the point where the two parties came into contact.

Every pattern seems to hide endless unknowns, which makes people unable to help but explore, analyze and understand.

Then he fell deeper and deeper into forbidden knowledge that did not belong to human beings, sinking forever.

In the blink of an eye, the entire ruined city disappeared from Horst's vision, reduced to these strange anomalies.

The city is full of monsters, terrifying toads, the strange self and beef soup, and the mysterious shadow that always stays out of the way.

All of this seems to be suspended in a strange space with distorted light and shadow.

It seems that these criss-crossing distorted lights and shadows are the most original reality of this world.

The aftermath of the collision gradually dissipated.

The messy light and shadow around him slowly solidified, returning to the ruined city of Enkai.

The giant claws and tentacles that were touching each other had separated.

The strange toad's two eyes were fully opened at this time, staring in Horst's direction.

However, Horst was no longer in his eyes at this time, and all his eyes were focused on the huge group of tentacles under him.

It even tilted its body back cautiously, distanced itself from the beef soup, and spoke human language again in a very difficult tone:

"Roar...it's you...it's you who caused trouble for me again..."

The tentacles of beef soup were waving happily, but Horst pressed his forehead hard and felt a splitting headache.

The spirit becomes trance-like and consciousness gradually withdraws.

Everything in front of me is getting further and further away, becoming more and more unreal.

In the end, I still can't hold it any longer, and am I going to repeat the experience of having my brain become half-cooked again?

"No, it's a dream. Lord Satugua, they came in through a virtual dream. They want to escape. Hurry..."

"Roar……"

But it was too late.

The last thing Horst saw was that Beef Soup suddenly gave up and pounced on Sathoggua, and all its tentacles turned around and tightly wrapped around his body.

And through the gap in the tentacles, he saw the mysterious black figure, and there seemed to be a smile on the face without a face.

"Mr. Drom, Mr. Drom."

The call coming from his ears suddenly woke Horst up.

He opened his eyes suddenly and saw two surprised faces.

Blackhand Kant and Forgemaster Brubru.

"You are so amazing, you can sleep standing up." The Oaks man said with deep admiration on his green face.

"Mr. Zhuomu, are you okay?" Kant looked at Horst's face in confusion, "You fell asleep just now after taking the cane. If you don't wake up, I will find a way to send you to the Central Hospital. .”

Horst was in a daze as he pressed his painful head. He seemed to still be able to see the messy lights and shadows and strange patterns in front of his eyes. He was in a daze for a while before he came back to his senses. He shook his head and said, "How long have I been asleep?"

"More than ten minutes." Kant put away his pocket watch, "As long as the person is fine, there is no need to tell us what problems we encountered."

Answering naturally, Horst nodded: "Nothing, I just want to confirm something."

"Um?"

"Praise unfettered freedom, praise unfettered lies."

Kant had a strange expression on his face, like he was smiling, but also a little serious. He stared at Horst with his beast-like eyes. He thought for a moment before nodding: "It seems that you have met one of their people."

"I need to be sure." Horst asked, "Is this indeed the greeting of the fraudulent church?"

"Yes, this is one of the greetings used by believers in theft and fraud."

"I understand." Horst pressed his groggy head and shook his cane to indicate, "I accepted the reward. I need to go back today. If I have time in a few days, I will come to Bru Master Bru said thank you."

With that said, Horst did not hide his discomfort, pressed his forehead and left the night market in a hurry.

My head hurts so much. It seems that I am still injured this time and I need to go home quickly.

Beef Soup is really persistent. Although I don’t know what it will do when it finds its master, I can help it as much as possible. After all, I wouldn’t be able to live without it.

Is the fraudulent church the mastermind behind this? But now I know that this is meaningless. Not only is there no evidence, but there is nothing you can do against the other party. But since they said that the sacrifice of the Man-Faced Rat was taken away from the mastermind behind the scenes, then Mick Dune is the most critical clue. Let's wait for the watcher's reply.

Why not? My head...

Horst's steps were hurried, but his thinking became increasingly confusing. Various thoughts emerge in endlessly, but as soon as I think about it deeply, I fall into a fog.

Gradually I could no longer concentrate, and my spirit became trance-like.

Finally, the moment he stepped into Apartment No. 85, Horst could no longer support himself and fell heavily on the corridor in front of his home.

One last thought lingered in my mind.

This is the princess area.

My clothes and cane.

I thought carefully about my thoughts today and found that I have made the same old habit again. The main plot is not easy to write, so I hide it while squeezing toothpaste. The key is that there is very little squeezed out, and the reader cannot understand it at all, and there is a sense of P's substitution. I have realized in the past few days that I must first make it clear, and then set up suspense on this basis. Otherwise, if the basic things are completely confused, then it’s a waste of time.

It may be a bit late now, it should have been explained at the end of the first half, but the plot has arrived here, so let’s just make up for it before it’s too late.