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Chapter 552: Empathy and Collapse (4k+)

"Something's wrong. The quilt is wet. Marquette, let's get out of the room first."

At this time, in the room of the Hidden Island, Millie Tang looked at the pocket watch in her hand, the pointer of which was spinning wildly, and felt that something was wrong.

Ever since the ancestor received the note, these people's behavior began to become abnormal.

At first, there was only one ancestor who kept rolling sideways, his body breaking apart and then reassembling, and slowly, other ancestors joined him.

Their bodies kept twisting up and down, touching each other and then turning into powder dust. At first, the dust was transparent, but later, the color of the dust began to become colorful.

In the center of the hall, there seemed to be a distorted fireworks show that was difficult to understand with common sense.

Different from the reaction of Millie Tang and others, the residents of Hidden Island seemed to be influenced by their ancestors. It was unknown which judge was the first to kneel down on one knee, and slowly, more and more people joined him.

The names of the gods were correct, and although the ancestors had said nothing throughout, even Perseus felt the power of the ritual before him.

What did the ancestors want to do? Use the name of the gods to directly exile the source of the sourceless?

Would a sudden and rash ceremony alert the gods? Would the future restart come to the world today?
Perseus' mind was blank. At first, he could still think about the pros and cons of the ceremony as usual, but gradually, these thoughts began to drift away.

He saw transparent debris swirling around him, like confetti and dust swept by a gust of wind.

He tilted his head slightly and saw these debris gradually diluted out of his body, and the outline of the edge of his body began to become unstable.

Instead of panic, without fear, Perseus found an uncanny sense of peace.

In the center of the hall, the masks of the five ancestors split in the middle, and an abstract new head grew out from it. These heads still had human facial features, but the details of each part were extremely simplified.

There was no hair, no eyebrows or nose, Perseus only saw the ancestor's eyes and mouth.

Their expressions were calm, with no signs of intense emotion, and several pairs of eyes were looking at other people in the hall.

"Go! Get out now!"

Millie Tang had already had doubts about the identity of her ancestor, so without hesitation she turned around and ran out the door with Shi Weitian and the others.

But the distortion in the room was beyond Millie Tang's reaction speed.

That door, the wooden door in the hall was moving backwards very quickly, a movement that was difficult to capture with the naked eye. One second the door was ten meters away, and the next second it had moved back a hundred meters.

One hundred meters, five hundred meters, one thousand meters, in the end the gate became a small black dot and completely disappeared from everyone's sight.

Along with the door, the furniture around it also disappeared. They were like an illusory mirage, slowly fluctuating, fading, and finally disappearing completely.

Millie Tang looked around again and found herself standing in a huge and empty environment.

The surrounding scenes are constantly changing, sometimes it is an indoor church, sometimes it is an outdoor field, mountains, rivers, oceans, lakes, everything is alternating here.

The only thing that remained unchanged was the water surface under his feet. He seemed to be standing in a shallow beach, with clear water covering his ankles, and under the water was a huge round stone slab.

There are no complicated patterns on the surface of the stone slab, only a circle of evenly distributed numbers.

"43, 44, 45, 46..."

The dial has a total of 46 scales, and in the center there is a huge black pointer that is slowly rotating.

"Miss Millie Tang, something, something came out of my body!"

Kougan's panicked voice sounded behind Millie Tang. Millie Tang looked at her hands. Fragments, those transparent fragments were uncontrollably diluting out of her body.

Millie Tang wanted to respond to Kogan, but she couldn't open her mouth. It wasn't because she had lost her ability to think, but because there were too many thoughts in her head. Millie Tang didn't know how to respond:
"No matter what happens... don't respond."

After a hysterical struggle, Millie Tang finally uttered this sentence with difficulty. She could no longer give a more complicated explanation.

The thoughts in my mind are like a small group of people in a torrent. They hold hands and hug each other to resist the torrent, but they will be washed away by the torrent as soon as they are ready. In the end, they can no longer gather together in groups of three or two.

Perseus was in the same dilemma at this time. The ceremony before him might not be as simple as he imagined.

The ancestors were not exiling the gods, but assimilating the consciousness of all people.

Perseus wanted to raise his right hand, but it still hung by his side. Instead, it was Christos's student who raised his right hand.

Although I didn't intend to bend my left foot downward, my body involuntarily became shorter.

Empathy, Perseus thought of a word from an ancient book, which recorded the mystical attempts made by the high-level priests of Mu Continent before summoning consciousness.

It is mentioned that when different individuals cast a certain forbidden spell, some strange empathy will appear among them.

Two people are thousands of miles apart, but if one person draws a picture on the beach, the picture will appear on the other person's bedside table.

"Ancestors, what are you doing!?"

The thought arose in Perseus' mind but was not expressed in words. This piece of consciousness turned into fragments and floated away into the air.

"To do what was unfinished thousands of years ago."

The consciousness of Perseus's response flowed into his mind unhindered, at a speed far beyond the reach of language, and Perseus was unable to judge from the tone of the voice whether the ancestor's answer was malicious or not.

This consciousness is just like my own. Does my consciousness have good and evil?
"You tricked us!"

Perseus finally understood that what the Hidden Island calculated was not the name of the gods at all, but a complete conspiracy. Although he did not know what the final plan of his ancestors was, the islanders had indeed been used by their ancestors for tens of thousands of years.

Maybe they are not crazy at all, or maybe their consciousness has evolved to a level that is difficult for ordinary people to understand.

For tens of thousands of years, they had not been impatient at all, and had only given a small number of hints each time. The distance between them was also far enough that even if some islanders noticed something was wrong, time would take the secret to the grave.

The ancestors settled down dozens of times and finally established their authority on the Hidden Island.

Everyone believes in their warnings, and everyone respects and fears their wisdom. When the time is right, the results will naturally emerge.

"Harmed you? I'm saving you. Do you think there are no hidden dangers in the lifestyle of the Hidden Island?"

As the ancestor's answer flooded into Perseus's mind, countless images came to mind, images of the time before the fall of Mu Continent. At that time, the people of Mu Continent no longer had to worry about their livelihoods through forbidden magic.

Food, clothing, housing, all the conditions for a good life are readily available, but the high-level priests see hidden dangers in them.

The bodies of some residents have been deformed; their limbs have gradually atrophied and their bodies have begun to become bloated.

Decades and hundreds of years of changes happened in an instant in Perseus' eyes. He watched a healthy and normal human being turn into a pig-like monster.

They have lost the ability to think and the courage to act and can only wallow in the mud.

"Do you want to live like this? It's me who gave you a reason to work, to save them from this pain.

You do the calculations for me, and I gain what I lost. Best of both worlds, isn't it?"

Perseus closed his mouth, he had nothing to say. For a long time, the people on the Hidden Island regarded themselves as the wisest mystics. Unexpectedly, they were just a group of pigs, blindly doing things that they could not understand.

"Look again, and you'll understand."

This was the ancestor's last explanation. Perseus looked around, and like Millitan, he saw the huge stone plate under his feet and the constantly changing scenes around him.

Scale 1: A powerful and militaristic kingdom emerged from the Lost Sea. Under the destruction of horses and engineering vehicles, other countries perished one after another. Finally, on a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, the cruel king stood at the pinnacle of power.

Scale 2, the world has seen the power of steam technology, factory workshops have sprung up, and amidst kerosene and smoke, some people struggle for life, while others enjoy fine wine and delicious food in comfortable restaurants.

Scale 3, a religious sect rises in secret. The followers steal fetuses from ordinary people's homes and offer them to the gods under the sea. In the dark sea, a pair of golden eyes full of malice are watching the whole world.

……

Each scale is a cycle, and the result of each cycle is no different. The destruction of the world is not earth-shattering, it is even a bit dull.

When the will of the Source of the Sourceless awakened and descended, everything outside the Lost Sea came to a standstill; the smells, colors, the flow of air, everything related to living things all stopped.

A breeze blew by, and all things in the world, no matter how strong their physique, how noble their status, or how powerful their abilities were, all vanished under the interference of the will of the Source without Source.

"How many are there after 45..."

The ancestor's voice slowly appeared in Perseus' mind.

The ancestor's meaning was very clear, he wanted to end this endless cycle, and everyone in the hall, as well as all living beings outside the hall, had to contribute their consciousness.

Only in this way can we survive under the original power of the Virgin Mary.

Perseus didn't want to answer because he saw the other judges around him. When transparent fragments floated out of their bodies in large quantities, their bodies turned into a pool of sand. A gust of wind blew, and the sand pile collapsed.

"46..."

Countless voices were encouraging Perseus. They were his former colleagues and friends. They were all cheering and encouraging Perseus to open his heart and throw himself into the arms of his ancestors.

When Perseus' consciousness could no longer be controlled, he saw the end of his own death.

The thing in the soul called consciousness left the body and flew into the sky, circling. Without consciousness, the body was useless.

A handsome sand statue stands in the hall. His eyes are empty, but there is a smile on his lips, as if he has found a warm home.

A breeze blew by, and the faces of the sculptures were blown away in a blink.

In a space full of illusions, Shi Weitian and his group were struggling to hold on.

"How many are there after 45..."

The ancestor's question also echoed in everyone's ears. Looking at the illusions around them, the consciousness of Shi Weitian and others was on the verge of collapse.

The voice in my head that doesn't belong to me keeps echoing.

Their mothers begged them, their friends urged them, their lovers seduced them.

Answer, answer quickly, only by integrating into the gentle consciousness can you be saved, don't you understand yet? No matter how powerful an individual is, he cannot be immune to the deep will of the sourceless source.

No matter whether you are a rich man or a king, a pope or a mystic, when the will comes, you will be no better than dust in the air and will be reduced to ashes in the blink of an eye.

Faced with such overwhelming interference, no one was able to control their thoughts and react normally.

Fortunately, Millie Tang gave a warning at the most critical moment, saying not to answer, no matter what happened or what questions were asked, never answer.

In fact, even Millie Tang was having a hard time holding on at this point.

Because Millitang heard the witches' call in the voice of the consciousness, and the witches who sailed to the Western Continent were originally the people of Mu Continent.

The songs her mother had sung to her, the ancient books she had read, there were always some voices in her consciousness trying to persuade Millie Tang.

Individuals with the same identity as you have already converted, what are you waiting for?
In Mosesad, witches are regarded as ominous beings, and other countries on the Western Continent have conducted countless religious trials against witches.

What are you still holding on to? Instead of hiding your identity and staying at your desk in the school library all day, it is better to let go of your body and mind and throw yourself into the arms of your peers.

Millie Tang's nose was bleeding profusely, and she no longer had the energy to care about her companions behind her.

The small amount of consciousness that remained was struggling in Millie Tang's mind. Her eyes quickly patrolled the illusions around her, trying to find the figures of her mother and Ricky.

At scale 46, Milly Tang saw a dark sea. Under the water were tall and magnificent high-roofed buildings. The decoration style was different from that of any other country in the world.

In front of a big door, a familiar figure stood there.

"Mother."

As her consciousness was about to fade, Millie Tang was inspired. She saw her mother push open the door of the building.

Her mother was still alive, and Millie Tang was already satisfied to get this answer before her consciousness was completely destroyed.

Just at this moment, in a corner of the hall that no one noticed, a large amount of consciousness fragments suddenly poured in from outside the illusion, and along with the consciousness fragments, a living person also appeared in the hall.

It was Liu Yonglu who was brought by Yokomichi Keiji!
(End of this chapter)