Crimson Blood Coffin

As Fakeyu's understanding of himself changed again, a special feeling was born in his heart. It seemed that his madness could produce some special effect.

Just like these people attach their own madness to their artistic creations, the viewer will feel the same madness in his art.

A kind of madness, a special touch, developed in Fakeyu's heart. His madness could spread like power, like crazy tentacles, waving wantonly around him.

Breaking through the space, crossing the sea water, spreading around under your feet,

A previously so-called feeling appeared in his heart,

"Finally communicated?"

Fakiyu sensed a response, a response that was almost the same as the hymn he murmured. This was the believers' praise for that great man. Among them, there were countless powerful enough beings who were also singing the same praise, and the most disappointing one was What Fakiyu is familiar with is the figure of the Father God that flashed past just now.

Similarly, behind this Father God, among the countless deep divers, there is also a deep diver who is exactly the same as Fakeyu. That is Fakeyu who also sang this hymn. In this Behind the figure, there are countless figures accumulating rapidly at this moment. These are all deep divers who have sung the carols of the past and have left their own traces after communicating with this song.

"It seems that I have tricked myself."

The true veil of this space was finally revealed in front of him, and all the information was transmitted to Fakiyu's heart at this moment:

"Ordinary deep divers will sing that hymn all the time when they come in. As pious people, they will definitely be ignored by this song. Likewise, they will not continue to go deeper in this crazy spread, and naturally they will not What happened to me before, and I walked in like a dead person, if I were an ordinary person, I would have become one of so many artists."

There was a period of silence, which seemed to be a reflection of these things, and also seemed to be a little scared, but then in a burst of sudden laughter, Fakeyu completely spread his crazy laughter throughout the deep sea,

"Wouldn't it be boring if it wasn't like that?"

After entering, he kept singing and kneeling like a fanatic. If this kind of thing were in front of the gods, Fakeyou would do it respectfully. This is in a place far away from the gods, as long as he is given a certain amount of respect. , which is enough for Fakiyu.

And now,

Along with the laughter, an extraordinary change began to occur around Fakeyu. A human will full of endless madness began to spread around him along with his power.

Each entanglement, each connection, one by one vents Fakeyu's special crazy meaning to the surrounding artists,

"Yes! This world is already crazy. Why do you have to live so tiredly? Everything you desire and pursue is here. Come on! Let's embrace together! Let's destroy together and recreate everything!"

Fakiyu's voice spread infinitely around,

Artists who were originally in their own crazy world were constantly being pulled in along with Fakeyu's crazy feelings. Each one of them was like a flock of lambs on a leash amidst this crazier melody, being pulled towards one. direction, walking slowly.

"Are you tired? So tired. Why are you so tired?"

"Do you know why you are so tired?"

"Are you lonely?"

"What exactly do you want?"

"Is it your fault or the world's fault?"

"Is this the end you have chosen?"

Fakyou was roaring, and endless crazy thoughts spread from his mouth,

Fakeyu's voice changed. Voices from old people, children, women, men, and all kinds of voices came out of his mouth in a frenzy. As the madness continued to spread, the artist and Fakeyu in the entire space seemed like A huge fishing net collected everyone.

"Yes, that's it, salvation or destruction, but we will never be afraid anymore!"

With the last words falling, Fakyou finally moved this space. When the madness gathered in the hall was connected with Fakyou's madness and began to converge, he had no choice but to do it. Feel the vibration.

"Hahahaha! That's right, yes, yes!"

The fishing net shrinks,

The fish takes the bait,

Everything began to move closer to the center, signs of integration became more and more obvious, countless artists began to become a huge collection, all the madness began to re-aggregate, and a huge work of art filled with all art appeared. In this space,

It is a huge chaotic creation, with countless works of art surging on it. Paintings, statues, operating tables, vehicles, carpentry, weapons, etc. all begin to sink and rise here. With the sound of impact, these works of art After each ups and downs, various new and unknown changes occurred.

Then countless noises sounded,

This is the communication between this group of artists, and they started their crazy collision in this collective. Different artistic concepts and different ideas, under the leadership of Fakeyu, produced a strong chemical reaction. .

At this time, regarding this change, the mighty power of the ode that finally moved was also surrounded by a burst of energy, approaching this huge work of art,

Silently,

surrounding the artwork, there was no other movement,

"What are you going to do?"

As the leader of this crazy fishing net, Fakuyu, who was independent of the top of the artwork, was full of teasing pleasure for the ode that constantly surrounded this artwork that belonged to him. Even such a great power would never have thought that such a change would occur,

regardless of whether such a great power was conscious, looking at this surrounding power, Fakuyu's inner madness gained unparalleled satisfaction,

"Hehe, no reaction? What should I do? I also want to own such an artwork~"

How can I just give away the artwork that I made with great difficulty?

"Who made me a good person, I will clean it up for you~ Anyway, you don't lack other artists~", Fakuyu laughed, and a large number of artists have appeared in this short period of time. They were also attracted by the old odes, appeared on the dark road, and became a member here.

But how to take it away?

Although Fakuyu was a little hesitant, he still slowly summoned a trace of shadows from the other world. A shadow only the size of a finger slowly wrapped around Fakuyu's finger.

"Oh? Will it also trigger the defense mechanism? But last time, a fishman bloodline attacked the deep diver bloodline, so what will it be like now?" Fakuyu remembered the situation when the Valai elder attacked him. It was under such circumstances that he tried to see if he could really take away this great work of art.