Shadow of the Beautiful World

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Strange felt that he had made a wrong solution.

He really shouldn't walk into the same place as this garbage dump.

It's not that this place is weird, and the smell like rotting offended him, but these guys gathered here.

Whether it is from the appearance or from the appearance, it is very, very abnormal.

The old man who first greeted him into this "tavern" has been eroded by the weird power that permeated the whole world. He is no different from monsters, but this is almost the most normal person among them.

Next to Strange, who was slightly restless, sat a guy who was sullenly drinking.

The way it drinks alcohol is peculiar.

Instead of mouth, pour wine directly into the sarcoma-like head, just like sprinkling water, and those disgusting, honeycomb-like holes in the head will absorb the liquid.

It still barely maintains human form, but there are no facial features on his face, like a monster that has been severely burned.

It also has no "hands and feet" in the traditional sense. It is replaced by degenerated limbs, which have not yet become tentacles of flesh, but they can be seen from the suckers like eels on its skin.

Maybe soon, this guy will lose a little bit of sanity and completely transform into the same thing as the wandering monsters in the city.

And throughout the tavern, there are such guys everywhere.

In the collection of the mysterious house, Master Mage has also read cases very similar to these guys.

It can be seen from the old man who wipes the wine glass hard in front of his eyes. These drinking monsters should have been humans living in this world, or humanoid life forms.

As for those alienated organs, it is the alienation formed by life after being highly infested by the mixed power.

All monsters wandering in the city outside should have been real intelligent life.

This made Strange feel a little chilly inside.

He only read such stories in the magic books that record the stories of the world. When the dimensional barriers of a world collapsed, they were invaded by the creatures in the outer domain and eroded by the abnormal energy.

The stories looked horrible, but Strange always felt that those things were far enough away from him.

And now, he saw it with his own eyes.

"boom"

A glass of turbid, wacky liquid was placed on the dark wooden table in front of Strange's eyes.

This interrupted Strange's thinking.

"Come on, foreigners, have a drink."

The only old man in the tavern who was still in human form looked at the wild mage with a smile.

Although he could feel his kindness, the black **** face and the raised eyeballs on his shoulders made the old man's smile look more horrified.

Strange moved his body a little uncomfortably, of course he would not blindly drink this glass of wine.

He held the glass in his fingers. He looked at the old man in front of him. He said:

"How long have you been doing this?"

"Ok?"

This question made the old man blink in surprise.

A weird light flashed in his turbid eyes. He put down the rag in his hand and stared at Strange so much. After a few seconds, he said:

"You are not a person in this world... Take off your hood and let me see your face."

"why?"

Wild Master asked.

The old hair made a weird laugh, like a night owl, he said:

"Look at our world. After the barriers were broken more than a decade ago, we have seen more people from'outside'. You are not the first, but maybe the last one. You have seen it, and the world will soon Finished."

"Every night the noise is more intense. It rolls through the nightmare that has been full of holes. It no longer wants to wait. It will soon swallow the last trace of the world..."

The old man said in a hoarse voice:

"Do you understand? We are the last residue, its last meal."

"After enjoying the last meal, the world is gone. The foreigners, I don’t know what purpose you hold before jumping into this hell, I don’t care."

"But if you want to know more from me, let me see your face."

Faced with this weird request, Strange hesitated, then pulled up the hood to reveal his face.

At this moment, the old man standing in front of his eyes widened his eyes.

He looked at Strange's standard facial features, with hair and normal contoured face. He seemed to see the most beautiful and precious treasure.

He opened his mouth slightly, his body trembling slightly.

He raised his hand, and in the movement of the fingers covered with fine scales, he trembled, as if he wanted to touch Strange's cheek.

But before he touched the field mage's skin, he slammed his hand back like he was burnt to the flame.

He breathed heavily, trying to stay calm.

But other monsters also noticed this scene, and they did not behave as "restraint" as the old man.

They roared, like a riot in a tavern. They rushed from various places and issued a variety of roars. It seemed that they wanted to hug Strange, but more like they wanted to tear Strange !

Jealous, angry.

Uncontrollable emotions hit their minds and set off endless maliciousness.

Strange held the crystal wand in one hand and the cold Proxima Trident in one hand, and Billy, who was hiding outside the door, also saw this scene. He also clenched his wand in hand and was ready to support him.

"boom"

A loud noise rang in the tavern.

The old man punched the black wood bar counter, and he shouted to the out-of-control monsters:

"Go back! Idiot, those who don't belong to us anymore, can't change reality if he tears them up..."

"Go and drink your swill!"

This skinny old man seems to be very majestic in this tavern. Under his scolding, the monsters who have lost their shape are like a group of beasts ordered by the beast king, with a strong unwilling and vicious gaze, just like that. Back little by little.

In the moment just now, Strange really mentioned the intention to kill.

These monsters look scary, but in fact they are not powerful, and they are similar to those of alienated ghouls wandering in the city.

For the caster, their most powerful weapon is perhaps the spiritual pollution caused by the terrifying appearance.

Chaos energy changed them, but they did not make them stronger.

"What happened to them?"

Strange asked.

"They are jealous of you, foreigners. Jealousy is a terrible sin that will prompt others to do terrible things."

The old man with his head down picked up the rag again and began to wipe the dirty wine glasses. He said in a low, slightly lost spirit:

"It's not just them, I'm jealous of you... Your appearance, ah, handsome, energetic young man, I was just like you before I became this ghost."

He made a weird laugh and said:

"As handsome as you are, as charming as you, but look, look at what a ghost I am now."

"I advise you to leave quickly, foreigner, you may have strange powers, but believe me, this world is not forgiving of you."

The old man lifted his finger and pointed at his face with black, slender, uneven nails. He showed a terrible smile to Strange, he said:

"Those things that have changed us are also changing you... Silently, changing from the inside out, when you react, it's too late!"

This sentence, like a warning, surprised Strange.

What's worse, I don't know if it is a psychological illusion. After the old man said this, Strange suddenly felt itchy.

It's as if the energy that really spreads throughout this world is changing him silently, just like changing this world.

"No wonder the tutor did not set a time limit for the battle..."

Strange grabbed the red and swollen arm. He looked at the debris on his fingers and grumbled:

"There is no need to set a time at all, as long as you stay here long enough, you will be automatically out."

He took a deep breath and raised his head, not covering up anything, and asked directly:

"So, old man, what happened to this world more than a decade ago?"

"Don't you have long eyes yourself?"

The old man was impatient with this question. He snorted and said to Strange:

"The cursed flesh and blood contaminated the world. They fell from the sky like meteorites and brought disaster to the world."

"In the beginning, our civilization also wanted to study their power that never sleeps and never dies, but they are derived much faster than we thought."

"On the 7th day after the day of the curse, the first crucified city was engulfed by activated flesh overnight, and the entire city, along with 400,000 of them, evaporated overnight."

The old man chuckled, and he said:

"We also went to see that at the dawn of that day, in the original city location, there was only one flesh and blood monster covered with fangs and barbs."

"It devours life and hope and expels more despair into the world's air like breathing."

"15 days after the disaster day, the most prosperous country in the world perished; 3 months later, the Eastern Continent fell, we tried our best to transfer everyone to the Western Continent, which is the land under your feet, we abandoned Our hometown."

"We lost everything, but it did not want to let us go... year after year, it began to occupy the world, the ocean was polluted, and countless lives were either extinct or became part of it."

"We initially wanted to fight back, using flames, metals, and all kinds of things we could find to fight back, we burned the fungus blankets, burned those flesh and blood, we tried everything to stop it."

He pointed to the fallen creatures in the tavern. He said:

"This is the end of our counterattack. There are only the last few cities left in this world. Tens of thousands of people are still alive, but only alive...if you think they can be called like this 'Alive' words."

"'who is it?"

Strange played with the wine glass, he asked:

"You keep saying ‘it’, are those flesh and blood contaminated with the power of chaos? Is it conscious?”

"Without consciousness, how can it devour the world?"

The old man said happily:

"The flesh and blood exposed on the ground may seem evil, but that is just the tool it uses to engulf the world. What is really evil is its own will. If you want to see it, go to sleep."

"Just find a place to sleep and you will see it."

"But I advise you not to do this. The alienation of the body is just an appearance. Once the will is destroyed, there is no way to save... Once it sees you, then you are finished."

Strange got another key message.

In this world infested with chaos, you must never fall asleep!

It seems that the face of evil spirits that engulfed the world can be foreseen in sleep, and that behavior will undoubtedly destroy the spirit.

But he was a little disappointed.

Because he did not find the information he wanted to find, the civilization of this world seems to be over. From the words of the old man, he can guess that this world is not the same as the real world.

It does not have a superhero to appear during a crisis, and its technology is not well developed, and it is not enough to resist the curse flesh coming from outside the domain.

The worst thing is that there is no Supreme Master who can maintain the balance of dimensions in this world to resist the disasters for these innocent people.

This world is not as lucky as the earth.

From the old man's desperate words, he could feel that people in this world had given up hope of self-help and could only wait silently for the end.

And at that time, it won't be too far.

So, for Strange, it seems that apart from joining the battle with others, there is no second way to go.

"You said, you have been trying to fight those cursed flesh for a while."

Strange suddenly remembered a detail, he looked at the old man in front of him, he said:

"Don't there ever be a victory? If, according to what you said before, the spread of those cursed flesh is so fast, you can't sustain it for more than a decade, there is still some hidden truth, right?"

"Uh..."

Wild Master's question made the old man hesitate.

In Strange's gaze, he finally said:

"If you want to win, indeed, there have been once..."

Strange's eyes suddenly widened, and Billy Batterson, who eavesdropped outside the door, also raised his ears.

Both guys felt that the key information about this battlefield world would be revealed.

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