After the global recovery, I traveled through

Serving the master of the core of chaos and the source of all things, all universes will return to the beginning of their birth according to Azathoth's blind and foolish will and instinct.

Lin Xingtao was spinning his pen, and while he was wandering his thoughts aimlessly, he suddenly recalled his student days.

Thinking about it, it was already a long time ago, longer than going to college, and much longer than the first time I traveled to the world of Dachu.

At that time, the fan above the classroom would always give people the illusion that it would fall down and take away a piece of the head. In the universe of infinite possibilities, perhaps such an unlucky Lin Xingtao died under the fan.

Of course, Lin Xingtao, who will become Tiandao, is alive and well. He spins his pen, puts his legs with nowhere to rest in the aisle, and supports his chin. His eyes turn from the physics teacher's bare head to the sentence "E=MC2" on the blackboard. ".

"...We humans have explored this universe and summarized many laws, but maybe these are just superfluous." The teacher sighed slightly, "Who said the universe must have rules? Maybe those rules only lasted for a few hundred million, It’s nothing more than chance over tens of billions of years, but we humans treat chance as a rule. Ahem, I digress, let’s go back to class…”

Although this statement was new to Lin Xingtao at the time, he quickly forgot about it and was not even as impressed as the sentence "The essence of science is to boil water."

He collected his thoughts from the long-lost and even somewhat inconsistent memories of his daily life in high school, and glanced at the confused Foundation members in the distance. It didn't matter whether they were caught by his glance. Lin Xingtao was thinking about things related to the entire universe.

He was thinking about what he represented as the rule of heaven.

The Cthulhu Mythology has three pillars of God, the source of all things. He is not darkness, the ruler of time and space, not the creeping chaos, nor is he blind and ignorant.

As a six-winged god, his name is life and madness, but he has become the way of heaven and the rule itself. The six-winged god is just one of humans, gods, demons, and immortals.

This issue that I had not thought about carefully before, and there was no need to think about it carefully, finally made its presence felt at this critical moment of whether to write down the names of the gods.

What is he and what does he represent? It not only represents Da Chu and the heavenly way of the earth, but also represents something in countless universes.

Maybe as the physics teacher said, these don't make sense...

When he was thinking, the universe seemed to have fallen into eternity, with only chaos flowing as always. At this moment, he heard the whisper from Naia in the chaos:

"Lin Xingtao... You might as well imagine that all the universes have been reborn countless times. In each of these countless rebirths, there will be me, but not necessarily you. I mean you like this now..."

It seems to be disturbing and reminding.

"How do I know? Because I am Nyarlathotep - the great messenger! The one who travels across the void to bring wonderful joy to Yog-Sothoth! From that all-knowing and all-seeing one, connected to all time and space From Yog-Sothoth, the key to the door of unity, I learned everything and told you the ultimate truth behind the door of the silver key to you who are passing through the door of the silver key. It is precisely because of this that you suddenly think about this issue. You are passing through the door."

"Write down the names of the gods." He persuaded softly. "When you succeed, only chaos and you will be left in the whole world. You don't have to panic. You will take over the power of the gods to create and rule the world. You can Shape the world you want according to your own heart. This is what I have told you as a messenger, isn’t it?”

"Even if we fall into the abyss of failure, we can still start over. After trillions of years, I will eventually meet you again in my aimless search, meet you like this or you like that, and experience it again and again. Fail, or finally succeed in staying in the chaotic universe where we are the only one left.”

Naiya's words are still complicated and difficult to understand, and you need to distinguish them carefully. Listening to his words, sometimes you feel that the entire style of painting has changed with him.

Lin Xingtao couldn't help but think of the scene when Naiya talked to him for the first time.

In the factory and on the operating table, Dr. Naiya has a brisk pace and a friendly smile.

["Are you willing to hold the key and travel through time?" He was like an old friend he hadn't seen for a long time, "Welcome, my friend."]

Haven't seen each other for a long time.

There was always a subtle, monotonous, and blasphemous flute tone mixed in Naiya's voice. Lin Xingtao raised his head and saw the gods on the other side through the roof and the universe. They danced clumsily and absurdly around the red apple, and in that world beyond light and dark In the realm of Lin Xingtao, Nyarlathotep, the soul of the gods, is there, and he also has a pen in his hand. It seems that he intends to throw the gods who have not noticed him as a traitor into something more terrifying than death the moment Lin Xingtao writes. in the abyss.

Lin Xingtao did not refuse to write down the name, but he said: "Everyone who has read the Cthulhu Mythology knows what the incarnation of Naija looks like, and they all know that one can never believe Naija's words."

Naiya stopped Lin Xingtao from continuing and replied: "In that case, don't rush to fill it out, but you don't have to wait, I will go to greet you."

After the words fell, Lin Xingtao heard the horrifying screams of the foundation members.

He walked past the stunned people, and the gray fog flooded into the building, and the lights immediately dimmed.

Lin Xingtao saw the changes in Room 3: the gilded lace on the furniture rolled down like golden raindrops, breaking into golden light on the ground; the alabaster decoration on the ceiling twisted into circles, and the hanging wooden toys passed through these white holes; the soft wool carpet shrank as the floor bent and sank, which was somewhat similar to the invasion of darkness, and the people running on the floor tremblingly became dark.

"Damn it - T66, put down the book in your hand - I knew it was not an ordinary book - you summoned something, don't open any door -"

The containment expert leaned against the shaky window, yelling in despair, and futilely rebuked T66 for watching the complete set of Cthulhu Mythos.

F13 and some people who had looked into Lin Xingtao's eyes were whispering: "He is passing through the King of the Forest...walking down the onyx steps, praising the miracle, the great Nyarlathotep will put on the appearance of a human and the hidden robe to...welcome his beloved friend."

The **contained objects in all the rooms sobbed in awe, and the confusion of the soul was projected on the glass that people were leaning against. A huge figure was rising and falling in a regular manner under the thick fog and above the building.

Just like two dragons entangled between five buildings in the future, Naya plagiarized this idea without care. That huge figure - a huge head with a fleshy crown imitated the dragon head and approached the glass, giving humans great fear and oppression.

Just when people thought that this huge head was something summoned through the complete works of Cthulhu Mythos, a polite and steady three-stage knock sounded on the door panel outside Room 3 where Lin Xingtao was.

"Knock, knock, knock."

People can almost draw a picture from these three knocks: a man in a three-piece suit is extending his brown leather gloves, taking off his men's bowler hat, and politely knocking on the door with his knuckles. For some reason, the man they imagined when he slightly raised his chin in the shadow of the door was the handsome face of the doctor with deep lines.

But soon, after the three knocks, the next knocks became particularly rapid, descending on the tense atmosphere like a storm.

"Knock, knock, knock, knock! Knock! Knock--"

People shuddered.

The person outside the door was not a polite gentleman at all, but a rude and rude intruder!

Lin Xingtao opened the door suddenly, and the knocking stopped abruptly the moment the door opened. Only a gust of wind blew through the hair by his ears, as if a hand knocking on the door changed from knocking to brushing, bringing the golden hair to the gradually collapsing world behind.

"Hush, I'm here." Naya's voice came from another place.

This knock on the door was probably just a trivial prank of his.

Lin Xingtao turned his head.

In the high altitude where the head was, a wide passage was opened to avoid the place where the thick fog originally flowed. The torches were lit from far to near. The rhythmic and beautiful trumpet sounds covered the meaningless blowing of the gods. The strange fragrance was sent into the special glass that was originally isolated from all sounds and smells by the trembling drum sound. ①Thinking Rabbit①Net①Document①Share①and①Online①Read①

This scene is very similar to the scene when Lin Xingtao first saw Naya's black magic old incarnation.

Sure enough, two rows of black slaves appeared holding silver trumpets. Their skins painted with scented oil, exquisite armbands and pairs of golden anklets reminded people of the glorious banquets of the ancient empire. The emperor often appeared when the music entered the tide of mourning. With a wave of his hand, the subjects cheered.

Naya appeared in the spotlight, with no cheers, only throat-tearing screams.

Unlike the first time they met, he was no longer wearing the colorful and gorgeous robe, but a black long robe that only reached his knees. The lower body was covered with golden armor, which made him look more majestic. At the same time, the golden cloak hanging from one side of his shoulder flew high as he walked calmly, like a never-ending golden flame, covering his slender and upright body in a dazzling halo.

He stepped on the monster's huge head, and the monster roared and lowered its head.

So Lin Xingtao was on the same plane with him.

He put away the finger that was erected at the corner of his mouth to indicate silence, and showed a meaningful smile.

Because he was not wearing the golden double crown, his handsome face like a fallen angel was clear and deep, and even the slightly wrinkled lines on his forehead when he smiled were full of arrogance that tempted people to guess.

"After repeated consideration, I decided to invite you to attend the funeral together, rather than going alone." He extended five fingers to Lin Xingtao arrogantly and gently, "So I hurried back to welcome you to go."

When he said this, he closed his mouth in a reserved manner. He was motionless, like a statue. The god-like head could obviously only be made by a sculptor. Every millimeter of the smile on his lips was just right. Lin Xingtao could no longer find a trace of the rough mockery associated with Nyarlathotep on his face.

Lin Xingtao stared at him and walked through the glass at a moderate speed. When the golden hair was embedded in the glass and then pulled out with a "sizzling" sound, Naya grabbed Lin Xingtao's wrist and pulled him onto the huge head.

The head suddenly rose high into the air.

The ring ornaments on the upper body under Naya's golden cloak jingled, hitting this dark soul from Egypt.

In the golden light that was too bright to decay, a strange, silent, unknown, viscous river rushed from the abyss of time and space. The bottom of the huge head - a swollen, twisted humanoid body crawled in the air - it might be a relatively weak incarnation of Naa that could be driven - crawled into the long river.

Nyarlathotep stretched out his hand to the horizon, guiding Lin Xingtao's sight. It seemed that he just casually smeared it, and the horizon responded to his action and lit up hazy and sick electric sparks at the end of the long river.

The whole world passed the horizon, and every detail was visible.

The light passed through the circle of electric grids on the hill where the foundation was located, and passed through every white window pane of the small country's municipal hall. The members of the foundation were exhausted and beat crazy beats. Birds, holding their terrified sights, jumped into the copper-green flames burning in the long river, and the splashing sparks were thrown into a peaceful world. Travelers with backpacks on their backs looked down at the road, housewives holding spatulas coaxed noisy young children, and ambitious businessmen drew red and green lines in the stock exchange...

Lin Xingtao and Naiya passed through the coniferous forests covered with thick moss, passed by the small and exquisite palace castle, sailed across the ice-blue Dead Sea, and crossed the uninhabited wilderness.

Lin Xingtao watched all this in silence. The exuberance and silence of life kept interweaving this world, and were eventually covered by the long river under their feet. The stars also fell into the long river, and the tips of Lin Xingtao's hair hooked the starlight.