noveltune Chapter 279 Out of Control
Chapter 279 Out of Control
Chapter 279 Out of Control
With the appearance of activated knowledge and the projection of the "Hidden Sage," the dream instantly became precarious.
Whether it was the scene of the dream itself or the strange phenomena created by the extraordinary ability, they were all transformed into the purest knowledge under the distortion of the "Hidden Sage's" aura, and came to life.
Under the influence of the aura of the "Hidden Sage" and the pursuit of activated knowledge, the three consciousnesses in the dream instantly fell into endless pain and chaos.
"Hiss~ Ah!"
Cyril pressed his hands tightly against his head, which felt like it was about to explode, and could only let out a few painful groans, unable to even think straight.
The aura of the "Hidden Sage" had no real effect on him, but the activated knowledge that kept drilling into his head caused him great pain.
All sorts of useful and useless knowledge flooded in, completely out of control and impossible to manage, yet it could still substantially affect him.
He even felt that the knowledge he possessed was showing signs of activation under the influence of this atmosphere.
Not far from him, Oheez was curled up on the ground, his body constantly cracking open, from which cold and indifferent eyes grew.
Under the influence of a large amount of activated knowledge and the "Hidden Sage," he showed signs of losing control.
The Ascetic Order of Morse had developed a relatively safe method of "listening" through long-term contact with the "Hidden Sages," but this was for relatively normal and gentle knowledge-based people, not for the active knowledge-based people we see now.
Faced with a large amount of activated knowledge, even the demigods of the Morse Ascetic Order could hardly withstand it. In this state, he was completely unable to resist the influence of the aura emanating from the "Hidden Sage".
At the edge of this dream, Barros Hopkins, who appeared in a similar situation, was also in a similar predicament.
Its light brown eyes turned into pale gold vertical pupils, and dark gold scales grew on its body. Its body twisted and swelled unnaturally, gradually moving closer to becoming a half-human, half-dragon monster.
The impact of a large amount of active knowledge caused all his virtual personalities to crash, unable to process any thoughts.
Cyril clutched his head tightly, his eyes bulging and bloodshot, warm liquid constantly flowing from his ears and nostrils, but he was oblivious to it; he had gradually gone from pain to numbness.
The overwhelming influx of new knowledge made his mind like a computer mainframe overloaded and on the verge of crashing.
The next instant, an invisible, immense pulling force appeared on his body.
He did not resist, nor did he have the extra thoughts or will to resist.
In a daze, his overworked brain suddenly stopped, his numb thoughts gradually returned, and he once again felt the tearing pain in his body, especially in his head.
After slumping numbly in his chair for about ten seconds, he finally came to his senses and let out a long breath: "Phew~"
"I feel like my brain just turned into a grilled pig brain in a foil box at a barbecue stand, with an excessive amount of chili and Sichuan peppercorns added."
"That's a good description, but don't do it again next time," Klein muttered, rubbing his still throbbing head.
He was equally uncomfortable after looking directly at the "Hidden Sage." Even though the eye in the dream was just a projection of Him, the special nature of this space above the gray fog allowed him to see the other's true form directly.
Then he almost exploded.
He felt that one reason why the "Hidden Sage" didn't explode as directly as the previous divinations of "Eternal Sun" and "True Creator" was because it was weaker than them.
Another important reason is that similar things have happened too many times, and he has developed a certain immunity to them.
Once he regained his senses and mobility, he immediately re-established contact, pulling Cyrien, who was still in a dream, onto the gray fog.
Seeing that Sirion had almost recovered, he sighed, "Fortunately, your body in the dream was a consciousness, so you could be pulled directly onto the gray fog."
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"Otherwise, you'll be subjected to the contamination of the Hidden Sage's aura and the pursuit of activated knowledge again. You can only pray that Adam is watching you and willing to save you."
Cyril raised a hand to rub his temples and said with certainty, "Adam is definitely watching."
"Otherwise, it's just a dream. Even a dream woven by the Dream Weaver can't withstand the erosion of an aura at the level of the Hidden Sage; it will shatter instantly."
"It's strange that Barros Hopkins and O'Haytz fought in the dream. As the dream weaver," even if they were discovered by the dream's owner, leaving would be easy; it wouldn't necessarily lead to a fight."
"Furthermore, the timing of Oheez's persecution of knowledge is too coincidental."
He paused, then looked at Klein and said seriously, "Please divine the current state of Oheez and Baros Hopkins, and whether the 'Hidden Sage' has left."
Klein frowned and reminded him, "An injured demigod is still a demigod. Besides, if they lose control under the influence of the Hidden Sage, it will be even more dangerous."
Cyril shrugged helplessly: "Although I'm now free from the dream world influenced by the 'Hidden Sage,' my body is still trapped in the mirror world of the villa."
"I should have stopped you earlier," Klein sighed, rubbing his forehead. "I can only try; with the existence of the 'Hidden Sage,' divination is unlikely to succeed."
"If you're unlucky and accidentally see the Hidden Sage during a divination," you might just witness a bloody fireworks display up close.
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"...After a moment of silence, he explained, "As a qualified diviner," all you need to do is change the divination to ask when it would be best for me to leave this place."
"Weren't you being targeted by the Apostle of Desire? As a reward for your help tonight, I'll be your bodyguard for a while, until that Apostle of Desire is caught or killed. How about it?"
After thinking for a moment, Klein nodded: "Okay."
"But why do I feel like being a bodyguard is just an excuse for you?"
Cyril did not deny it, but argued, "What matters is not what I think, but what I do."
Klein rolled his eyes at him, then took off the citrine pendant from his wrist and began to sit down.
After repeatedly attempting to claim the item, he stopped, letting the citrine pendant in his hand disappear, and then looked at Sirion: "Now."
As soon as he finished speaking, a deep red light suddenly rose in Sirion's vision.
After a brief moment of disorientation, Cyril returned to the dark and deep world of the mirror and back to his own body.
Before he could make a move, a tall angel with twelve pairs of jet-black wings broke through the gray mist and landed in front of him, wrapping his wings around him and offering protection.
Thanks.
Sirion thanked him and reached out to push him forward.
As the pale blue light spread out, a blurry, intangible door suddenly appeared before him.
Snapped!
A crisp snap of fingers echoed in the dark bedroom on the second floor of the villa.
At the same time, a soft, clear light appeared out of nowhere, illuminating the entire room.
Chi!
A crystalline, pale blue ray shot from Cyril's fingertips and landed on the music box on the bedside table, which was still playing music.
A layer of whitish ice crystals suddenly appeared, freezing the two delicate, constantly rotating figurines on the music box, and the music in the room stopped instantly.
As the music stopped, Oheez, who was lying on the bed next to him with a distorted and ferocious expression but who couldn't wake up no matter what, suddenly opened his eyes and sat up.
Cyril's heart pounded wildly, thinking the other person had regained consciousness.
But he soon realized something was wrong. Oheez's open eyes showed no signs of wakefulness; it was more like he was sleepwalking.
As Sirion observed closely, cracks began to appear on Oheez's body, and from these cracks grew one cold, indifferent eye after another, eyes without eyelashes.
An atmosphere of chaos and madness was rising rapidly, and an indescribable sense of evil and terror was growing.
He is losing control, or has already lost control!
Cyril took a step back, and a phantom book, slowly turning its pages, quickly appeared in his eyes.
"I came, I saw, I recorded."
As the incantation appeared, a layer of illusory dark gold scales emerged on Sirion's body. Grayish-white light moved across the scales, outlining strange and three-dimensional mysterious symbols.
A powerful, invisible, transparent breath fell from the void and struck Oheiz.
Recorded by Erdfana, a demigod-level "Mind Breath!"
As the "Mind Breath" landed, the signs of Oheez losing control suddenly stopped. After suffering a blow that tore his mind apart and pierced his spirit, it was as if his entire being had been put on pause.
The next second, his already crumbling body collapsed instantly, and a large amount of dark red flesh spread out on the bed like a fungal carpet.
These disintegrating pieces of flesh seemed to absorb light, quickly turning into pure black.
Then, one after another, crazed, cold, and indifferent eyes grew from the dark flesh and blood, as if injecting new consciousness into these collapsing bodies. They spread rapidly to the floor, walls, and ceiling.
The illusory pages in Sirion's eyes continued to turn.
"I came, I saw, I recorded."
As he reached out and made a dragging motion, a silver-white two-handed greatsword formed from pure dawn light was pulled out of thin air.
The next second, the silver greatsword was plunged into the floor by him, shattering silently into fragments of light like the dawn.
They were densely packed and countless, forming a shimmering and violent hurricane that swept towards the Western Zhou Dynasty.
The pitch-black "flesh carpet" covered with eyes was cut into pieces by the violent and sharp "storm of light," but like highly malleable clay, it was not significantly affected, only its spread in all directions was slowed down a little.
Instead, the bedroom furnishings and furniture, the surrounding walls, and the ceiling were all shattered by the "storm of light".
Under Cyril's deliberate manipulation, in just three or four seconds, a small portion of the second floor of the villa was destroyed.
Oheez's out-of-control, collapsing flesh was fully exposed to the night sky, after which the "storm of light" dissipated.
Cyril stood up straight, his hands half-raised, and recited in a melodious tone: "I came, I saw, I recorded."
As he chanted, streaks of silver lightning shot out from the clouds shrouded in night.
They descended with an intense, almost tangible, aura of brutal destruction, raining down densely, engulfing the entire villa and a large surrounding area.
Cyril instantly "teleported" to an area outside the dense lightning strikes, standing in front of a window that reflected a silvery-white light.
The rumbling thunder sounded a beat late, rising and falling in succession.
Most of the people in Bayam were awakened from their dreams at this moment, and the entire upper city could see the dazzling, unstoppable lightning.
Especially for those living in this villa area, the violent and rampant lightning seemed so close that it felt like it could strike them at any moment.
Cyril stood silently before the slightly trembling glass window, using his spirituality to shut off his hearing. He squinted at the raging lightning in front of him while calculating how long his spirituality could last.
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