Crimson Blood Coffin

"Lord Youge, what do you think~" After Laval and Migotese took charge of arranging matters, Fakeyu and Youge started wandering around together.

After walking around and looking at the various text patterns that appeared throughout the city, he felt a very comfortable stretch in his heart.

"Nice city, nice future, interesting art."

It has to be said that what was originally just incomprehensible and confused words at the intellectual level is now sorted by the intertwined written knowledge of the Migo tribe. Everything has become so extraordinary, and something of a higher level has appeared.

A kind of interweaving of knowledge levels, brought together by the brain cylinders, from the high-level languages ​​of their different races.

yes! The language of the Migo people! It is the Migo language that has built a bridge. It is the Migo language that communicates everything, making these supposedly independent languages ​​have something in common, and here the extraordinary effect is achieved.

"Does your art also need to be connected?"

Youge felt a sense of enlightenment. If all of Fakeyu's art was communicated, and then the construction of the nightmare city was connected, some unexpected and interesting things might happen.

"China Unicom~ Hey hahaha~ No~ If it's not China Unicom, then it's not my art, it's the art of the Migo tribe."

Compared with You Ge's observation, Fake You already knew the general process of these things from Migo Taser's mouth. The language of the mobile phones of the Migo clan brought everything together here. In order to prevent problems for those residents, At the beginning, it is necessary to prepare information blockers for them. In order to completely deal with this possible accident, it is necessary to provide these demi-human races with basic Migo language learning so that they can detect clues. They found a piece of information that could help them get out of the world of knowledge accumulation.

The intersection of Migo languages,

On the original walls, every road, every door and window are recorded the Migo language that can provide an outlet for every demihuman resident.

Guide them and let them live a normal life.

Fakeyu walked towards the completed corridor again. Throughout the night, the crazy artists who came out of the world of Egobawa had carved most of the corridors with caveman art in the diffuse atmosphere.

However, there are also differences on some issues. These countless artists still have pursuits. They cannot sculpt repetitive paintings in a rigid manner. Repeated paintings are considered art.

"Don't be hasty, don't worry, the art of carving rat people can also be used. The sense of chaos that goes against normal thinking, as well as the chaos obtained from Lan Risa, and our madness, you can just release your art as much as you want. ~"

"Hey, everything is okay, there is no problem!" Fakeyu accompanied Youge to the nearest key point, which was a pivot point built with a piece of Genshin Impact stone. The surrounding brain cylinders had already The construction is completed, and the energy in it is being channeled bit by bit, waiting for the final inspection to stimulate the real effect of the Nightmare City.

"Lord Fake~" Migotese also ended the surrounding arrangements at this time. There are actually not many such pivot points. A short arrangement is enough. The only trouble may be that Laval needs to appease those who have been kicked out. To the demihuman residents in the cloister.

"The progress is 70%. It is expected that the core work will be completed in an hour, and the infrastructure of Nightmare City will be completed!"

The buzzing sound of Migo Taser sounded, and the construction of the entire area was all under his calculation. It was just a matter of the last moment to determine whether it was successfully activated.

"Yes, Not Bad!"

Fakeyu nodded, the Nightmare City, the outpost of the world of Egbawa is about to be completed!

Silently, Youge also disappeared here. The faceless man in red retreated and sank into the shadow of the ground in an instant. Migotese, who had been silent by the side, finally relaxed. tone.

The buzzing sound trembled several times. After not knowing how to speak, I finally asked Fakeyou: "Master Fake, is this being your partner?"

Migotese knew nothing about Youge's matters in the royal city. In contrast, Laval did not tell him anything about Youge.

"Oh? Him? Yes, a good collaborator. Why do you have any questions?"

Fakeyu's gaze shifted, and he noticed that Migotese seemed to have some wrong emotions, which made him curious. For a great race, what kind of Yuge was he at this time?

"Behind this existence, I'm afraid there is more than just a god. The information entangled in him is how he survived."

Migotese's curiosity about You Ge can no longer be described in simple words. In his eyes, Fake You is a being who is entangled with the greatness of Raleye, but behind this TheRed, the entangled information Intricate and complex, not only Raleye, but also those places whose names cannot be mentioned casually, and those existences that ordinary people are stupider and unable to touch, weaved a huge web behind him!

And that kind of potential pressure. No matter how special this existence is, how unique the existence of life is, there is something that cannot be ignored.

That kind of being entangled with countless gods' messages, and a constant murmuring sound in the spirit. It is conceivable that the gill names alone need to use the nightmare altar to reverse this side effect, and this one is Ru He who did it.

"God?" Fakeyu chuckled, looked at the curious Migotese, and said nonchalantly: "It's just a transaction, any sacrifice, any god's servant, it's just a transaction."

It has nothing to do with anything else, it's just profit. It just happened that this gentleman, who didn't care about the differences at all, had so many strange and strange experiences.

"Well", Migotese seemed to understand something, and he dared to think so when making a deal with the gods. If he met other great people like R'lye, the deal would be fake.

"Lord Fake, do you have any other needs regarding the preliminary construction of Nightmare City?"

"No more, that's it. After the initial completion, we will go to other worlds. This city needs a simple trial to show its greatness!"

Fakeyu looked at the center of the entire Nightmare City area, which was the spiral staircase leading to the ground and underground that transported blood. It was time to start making some changes there.

"What do you think the nightmare logo should look like."

Fakeyu walked towards that place, Migotese should know this place best.

"Is it there?" Migotese also looked there, and his follower Fakeyu followed step by step on the ground with his own limbs: "Light? Fear?"

Migotese doesn't know what a nightmare is, but the name nightmare is known from human language, a false fear, and for him, it may be the light that dispels the dark realm, or it may be the inexorable coming from the gods. Controlled by fear.