Red Moon Returns

That was an extremely strange power.

The power seemed to contain some of the most real factors, containing the truth of the world, and its nature was no less noble than that of the Lord God. This was definitely not what those evil gods who stole the divine power could represent. It seemed that it came from a true God and represented the truth of the origin of the universe.

Only in this way could one completely suppress the erupting divine power with only a trace of leaked breath, regardless of the strength of the power.

However, it could never be the power from the Lord God.

Because it was an extremely twisted and chaotic power, crazy and violent, without any order, as if everything only obeyed the chaotic instinct, uncontrollable and unrestrained, and even if it wanted to guide it, it would take multiple evil gods to join forces to barely achieve it.

It was just like an existence that belonged to the dreamland and represented another origin, or a god full of chaos and unnecessary.

What on earth was this? How could there be such a strange power in the world?

However, the expressions of several archbishops at this time became extremely distorted. At this moment, they simultaneously thought of an existence that only existed in legends, a secret buried in the deepest part of the mysterious realm.

His name cannot be spoken, his image cannot be described, and even his nature cannot be imagined. Even the knowledge passed down by word of mouth only hints at a few words.

He is the deepest existence of the Dreamland. He is the origin of the Dreamland and the continuation of the will of the entire Dreamland. Every Old One and every mysterious alien exist because of his interference. He has no thoughts, no perception, no purpose, but simply exists, from ancient times to the present, from beginning to end.

No one dares to mention his name, which itself represents disorder and disaster. Even the most twisted Old Ones dare not mention it directly, and can only use blind and foolish names as an allusion to him.

Mentioning his name is so destructive, and contacting his existence is even more destructive. Even the most powerful mortals have never had such an experience, so no one knows what his power is. However, at this moment, the power shown by the strange mist makes all those who vaguely know his existence think of the only answer at the same time.

Only such an existence can reveal a nature that is no less than that of a true god or even higher than that of a true god.

Only such an existence can easily suppress the erupting divine power with only a little leakage of power.

Blind and stupid, it must be him.

For a moment, everyone was helpless. Such an existence has exceeded the scope of what humans can resist. Not to mention the collective will of millions of people, even the will of all mankind may not be able to shake the other party in the slightest.

This is trouble.

However, in addition to the church believers, the evil god apostles present had subtle expressions, looking at Lynch with strange eyes, and what they saw was Lynch's blank face.

When the black fog appeared, Lynch suddenly felt a very subtle sense of familiarity, as if he had touched it somewhere, but he had never had a similar experience after searching through his memory.

But as the fog exploded and wrapped around the light of miracle, this feeling became more and more obvious. Lynch even felt that it was a part of his body and his own power.

I can't find my memory, maybe because there was no memory at that time, but this familiar feeling can't be faked, especially when the light of miracles competed with the fog and was suppressed, as the breath leaked from the fog became more and more dense, this familiar feeling became stronger and stronger.

Yes, these breaths belong to me, they are part of me.

'So, this is me, is that so, neighbor. '

Silently in my mind, Crimson Moon did not give any answer.

Lynch didn't need any answer, because as he came into contact with his own power, Lynch's mind naturally had a lot more cognition.

I was blind and stupid. For millions of years, I have always been wandering in the dreamland, extremely powerful, at the top of the dreamland, and existed without any influence.

It was Crimson Moon who took advantage of her sleep to project her will onto herself, and with the help of the divine power of "connection" she controlled, she opened up the channel between the worlds and projected Lynch's consciousness into another world, where she spent countless years, and finally in the experience of life after life, consciousness was slowly born.

This is exactly what she wants to see, but it is not her real purpose.

Lynch's blind and stupid state is the state without weakness. Once he has consciousness, he has weakness and becomes a state that can be destroyed. Especially when consciousness is separated from the body, it is the best opportunity to kill himself. As long as the conscious part of himself is killed, the body will also fail and die.

The fundamental purpose of the Crimson Moon is to use this method to kill him, so as to shake the origin of the Fantasy Dreamland and prevent the Fantasy Dreamland from eroding the present world. Everything before was lies and deception. Killing is the real purpose. In order to achieve the lofty goal, the Crimson Moon will do everything possible to kill Lynch at the cost of weaving lies.

All the dangers before were encountered under her guidance, and what the Shadow Alliance did was actually to guide Lynch's consciousness and body to merge again.

Once he returns to his body, Lynch's severed weakness will disappear again and can no longer be destroyed. He can also retain his consciousness and remain awake and powerful, with enough power to avenge the Red Moon who deceived him and wanted to kill him.

And the Shadow Alliance is the one who wants to help him. Everything they did was for this day, sending the blind and foolish power to Lynch. Now he only needs to contact his power with his spirit to reunite the two and become a being without weaknesses.

‘Is that so? Neighbor. ’

Lynch made the final inquiry in his heart. In fact, he already knew the answer. These things were not told to him by anyone, but he understood them naturally under the influence of his own power. The possibility of falsehood was very small.

Sure enough, there was still no sound in the soul. The Crimson Moon, who had been exposed, was speechless.

Desperate Lynch sighed deeply. In this case, there was no need to choose. He hated being deceived the most, and he was not a human being. What he had to do now was of course to take back his power and revenge on those who wanted to kill him.

No longer trying to ask the voice of the Crimson Moon in his heart, Lynch followed the method he remembered and approached the black fog with his spirit. As if being pulled by the power, the black fog also approached Lynch conceptually. As long as the two sides come into contact, and Lynch opens his heart to accept the mist, they can merge again.

However, as the two sides are about to come into contact, Lynch suddenly smiled and said as if talking to himself:

"So, who am I? What is my name?"

"If these are really what I understand, then I will definitely know my name. Even if I don't know, I will never use blind stupidity to recognize myself. Only when those things that can never mention my name use some method to instill these consciousnesses in me, will I use blind stupidity to recognize myself."

"So, who am I?"

As Lynch asked this question loudly, he clenched his fist and punched the black mist that was already close at hand.

"I know my neighbor's thoughts better than you. Whether she wants to harm me or not is not your turn to instigate. Now, get back to the dreamland."

The moment the fist hit, the crimson moonlight rose again from behind.