Lord of the Mysteries fanfic: wake up, hermit

A vast expanse of white comes into view.

Relying on the experience of holding "dream symposiums" several times before, Thoth could tell at a glance that this was the snowfield where the Bolsheviks were born and raised. When they held dream symposiums, they would use the unpretentious "rock, paper, scissors" to determine the theme of the dream.

——Amanisis prefers holiday beaches. It is said that he has always wanted to save up for a vacation and then go to the Maldives to have fun.

In one case, Thoth preferred the ancient city inn. In his impression, the climate there was always cool, and the air was always filled with the sweetness of flowers and fruit tea. And Alexander was obsessed with his little house on the snowy field.

There are thick carpets, swaying easy chairs, electric kettles with hot tea, big fluffy cats... in short, they are all things that can make people feel cozy and warm in winter.

Appropriate nostalgia will help them maintain their humanity, otherwise those long-lasting memories are like paintings on the sand, which cannot be seen clearly when the wind blows.

"alex?"

The sharp-edged East Slav smiled at Him from a distance, and Thoth subconsciously wanted to wave to Him - but the moment he raised his hand, the silver turned into burnt black, and it was unclear whether it was magma or blood liquid in the cracks of the earth.

Flows like a scar torn apart by a prehistoric beast

.The shock came, and something was about to come out. Just when Thoth instinctively took out his weapon, the cold wind mixed with snowflakes hit Thoth's face. If it weren't for the smell of blood and fire still lingering on the tip of his nose,

, He almost thought that this drastic change was just an illusion.

Out of trust and worry, Thoth subconsciously teleported to his friend, only to hear a low, suppressed roar of pain escape from the mouth next to him.

Snowfield, wasteland, white, bloody, cold, hot, constantly changing, and finally the bloody wasteland occupied Thoth's vision, and a single eye was cracked from the Creator who maintained the image of the former researcher, on His cheek and neck

, his forehead turned, and scarlet tears of blood flowed out,

And His figure also began to disintegrate into a shadow exuding a depraved aura. A stream of magma splashed from the place where Thoth originally stood. Then the mutated monster tore open the earth's crust and rushed out, making hysterical screams. The sun fell from the sky.

, the shadows with arrogant claws occupy the sky...

Thoth turned into a torrent of information and rushed up to the sky. At the same time, huge petals made of flesh and blood rose from the ground, wrapping Him with the Creator as the center. The flowing shadow with countless eyes screamed like a trapped animal, struggling and twisting in an attempt to escape.

, layer upon layer of blood

The surface of the Flower of Flesh kept expanding and recovering, and more petals proliferated and continued to close. Seeing that the flowing shadow was about to be deprived of its last glimmer of life, countless light green lasers fell from the sky, making it appear.

There was a brief stagnation.

Immediately afterwards, black thorns rose from the ground, and their sharp thorns couldn't wait to plunge into the flowers of flesh and blood, greedily gnawing at the flesh and blood like draining the blood from the nightingale's heart. There were eyes in the stamens of each flower.

The red rose blooms from the black thorn branch, replacing the invisible wise man.

Observing the weaknesses of this creation indiscriminately, the proliferation rate of this flower of flesh and blood is even more terrifying! It seems to be blessed by the Mother Goddess of the Earth, expanding and stretching crazily, even squeezing and wrapping the branches and roots of the rose.

, absorbed completely, the positions of the predator and prey were instantly reversed!

Limbs made of flesh and blood wriggled out from the bottom of the flower, waving towards the illusory human form made of information in mid-air!

"Hiss! It's a bit troublesome. The information structure is starting to lose its control..."

Thoth removed and dispersed some of the uncontrollable information that had been affected by "fall" from his body. He watched as the "bulges" gradually ceased to appear on the surface of the closed flowers, and finally decided to take a rougher approach - even though it might be possible to do so.

It would accidentally injure a friend, but the gradually fading aura of the other party told him to cut it off as soon as possible.

The sharp long sword slowly emerged from his hand, and Thoth fell from mid-air, making a single slash with an attitude of only attacking but not guarding——

"Chi la——"

The blood-drinking white blade made a cheerful sound, but the flower of flesh and blood that was cut into a gap could not regenerate. It was not the first creature to encounter this dilemma. A ghost king who was plotted by a samurai once tried to divide the family.

head and

The torso was reattached, only to find that the wounds caused by the weapon were so difficult to heal. In the end, his lifeless torso was burned together with the hundreds of ghosts in the country, and his still-grim head was put into an iron box and presented to the emperor.

Anzuna returned to nothingness after the first slash, and Thoth turned into a torrent of information again, enveloping the half-human and half-shadow existence into a flower of flesh and blood that was trying to recover.

"Hey, can you still hear me?!"

"Alex, Alexander! What the hell are you... eh?!"

A bolt of lightning struck down from the sky. Although it was not as strong as an electromagnetic storm, which was enough to break him into pieces, it was still strong enough for Thoth to feel uncomfortable due to the disordered information structure. More lightning fell like javelins, and he simply changed back to his human form.

Holding my friend in my arms and running forward. Endlessly

The escape began. They left all kinds of changes far behind them, and avoided waves of golden fire rain. They finally escaped from the prying eyes of brass eyes, and were covered by the huge waves.

Head, flames, spying, thunder, and violent waves take turns, going round and round.

At the end of the dream, they were exhausted. The Creator patted the young gods on their shoulders, which were not spacious, and said, let's take a rest. It was as if they were not running for their lives, but running a race. If they couldn't get a ranking, nothing would happen.

Amateur marathon.

So Thoth carefully put him down and let him sit up against him. Along the way, the changes in the Creator gradually disappeared, and now he is completely back to normal, but he has also become extremely weak and pale, as if he has returned to what is still called

"His" years, when he was just a researcher, and those

The existence that can create roaring mountains and tsunamis is really too fragile and weak in comparison, so that it is difficult for people to connect him with the "omniscient and omnipotent Creator" - in the mysterious world where power is supreme, this should be a very sad thing

Things happened, but he looked very peaceful, as if a huge mountain had been lifted off his shoulders.

His body temperature merged with the cool air, and his weight steamed upwards, becoming as light as clouds. His last breath turned into a traceless wind, spreading into every corner of the world, and finally connected with thousands of people.

Thousands of winds ignored each other, and the last bit of his body turned into dregs that were finer than gravel, and finally leaked out from Thoth's trembling fingers, and returned to the earth in Thoth's blurred vision.

In the end, no trace of him was left, as if he had never existed.

"..."

"No……"

"No, no-!"