Quadruple split

When there was less than three minutes left before Mo Tan hit the ground in reality, the three 'people' in this space all fell into silence at the same moment.

The topic, after all, inevitably comes to that area that no one wants to face.

At this point, this is true no matter what mental state Mo Tan is in.

Even the surrounding temperature seemed to have dropped much lower at this moment.

"After all, there's still no way around it..."

Mo Tan in sportswear twitched his lips, and while looking around at the foggy environment, he sighed: "Yes, since we can appear in this place, then...of course, Mo Tan in 'that' state ’, nature also has a reason to exist.”

"Obviously someone said it himself, 'Avoiding cannot solve the problem.'"

Mo Tan, in black trench coat, fiddled with his bangs and narrowed his right eye slightly between his fingers: "Are you just using these words to yin and yang that salty fish?"

"Salted fish means it's okay."

Motan in Pajamas subconsciously took a step back, hugged his shoulders and shivered: "Let's not talk about this..."

Mo Tan, in sportswear, shrugged, shook his head and said, "There's no way around it."

"It just so happens that we don't have much time now~"

Mo Tan, in black windbreaker, walked forward lazily. As he walked, he waved to the other two people to follow him: "I...Okay, we have made assumptions before. That one is extremely unstable. If you are not careful, your brothers will be killed." The eternal mental state has been suppressed, but now it seems that is not the case."

"After all, there is no way to explain the broken time."

The tracksuit sighed again, and then took steps forward. As he walked, he said: "Every day in the [Innocence Realm], I lose consciousness completely for several hours. If this kind of thing happened to others, I'm afraid it would be a direct result." Call the police."

Mo Tan, in pajamas, reluctantly walked behind the two of them and muttered, "I also want to call the police now."

"Is it useful to call the police? Are you telling the police that there is a problem with your game cabin, or do you want to tell them that Mo Tan is a hopeless mental patient, and his condition gradually worsened after entering the "Innocence Boundary". To the point where you lose consciousness for a few hours every day?”

Mo Tan, in black windbreaker, sneered, curled his lips and said, "Stop joking."

"Do you still remember the prophecy of Tianzhu Mountain? It's Xiaoyu's long-term mission."

Mo Tan, in sportswear, tapped his forehead, with a gloomy look on his face: "If nothing else, the Light of Apocalypse should refer to the two characters 'Hei Fan' and 'Mo', and the Shadow of Apocalypse should refer to... "

Mo Tan, in black windbreaker, interrupted him impatiently and said lazily: "'Tan Mo' and the fourth mental state that we have clearly no longer responded to in the past few years, right? Before this incident Haven’t you thought about it many times?”

"We said we have considered it, but we have never analyzed this matter too deeply. Including me, we are almost all driven by some kind of instinct and do not want to think or speculate too much."

Mo Tan, in sportswear, licked the corner of his mouth and put his hands in his pockets: "Obviously there are not many clues."

Mo Tan in Pajamas tugged at the corner of his mouth weakly and said dryly: "But it's not much, is it? And haven't we already investigated the monster underground in the City of Light?"

"It is the instinct of all intelligent creatures to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages."

Mo Tan, in black trench coat, suddenly stopped, turned around and smiled at the two of them: "We can't escape this instinct. In fact, I'm afraid no one in this world knows better than us how terrible 'that' is. I think Come to think of it, even 'I' think so at this moment, so one can easily imagine its seriousness."

Mo Tan, in sportswear, nodded slightly, then frowned and said, "But we still have to face this problem after all."

"Let's talk about it later..."

Mo Tan in Pajamas said weakly, but the other two ignored him in a tacit understanding.

"There is only one most important clue, the rest are just details."

Black windbreaker Mo Tan raised a middle finger and shook it, and said softly: "Theoretically, there should be only four apocalypse, but now there are five. Among them, there are two lights and three shadows. The two known lights of apocalypse are 'Black Brahma' and 'Mo', a shadow of apocalypse is 'Tan Mo', on this basis..."

Mo Tan in the sportswear took a deep breath and said slowly: "Based on this, there are two shadows of Apocalypse whose identity is unknown. One of them appears as a monster and materializes in the trial court of the City of Light. The time corresponds to the fragment time of 'Ink Tan'."

"The other one is the culprit of Cordoba's first death after becoming a great bull."

Mo Tan, a man in black windbreaker, also put his hands in his pockets and said coldly: "The location is in the Chauvin Empire in the southwest continent. You should have something in mind, right?"

Seeing that neither of them was ready to show off, Pajama Mo Tan had to speak reluctantly in order not to be ignored: "The Chauvin Empire is also a force that the target we are chasing at this moment may be committed to, right?"

The other two nodded silently.

"It seems there is one more reason to deal with that hermaphrodite~"

Mo Tan, in black windbreaker, tapped the ground gently with the toe of his shoe and said in an inaudible tone: "If we can successfully control him, and at tomorrow's official meeting, there will be no formal members of the Chauvin Empire delegation... "

Mo Tan, in sportswear, nodded slightly and said while walking forward: "In that case, I'm afraid some things can be explained. Don't forget... woo!"

He suddenly leaned back and fell to the ground the moment he passed by Mo Tan in black windbreaker.

"Oh oh oh~"

The latter suddenly showed a gloating smile, leaned on the invisible material but actual 'obstacle' behind him, and said cheerfully: "I forgot to tell you, the reason why I stopped is because this seems to be the place here. It’s the ‘boundary’ of a piece of space, the one with no way forward.”

Mo Tan, in the sportswear, glared at the other party angrily, then stood up and reached into the air in front of him. Soon he felt a layer of 'air wall' that was like a water film but extremely tough. It took him several attempts to get it. He nodded slowly and said, "Well, I can't pass it."

"What did you just say don't forget?"

Pajama Mo Tan, on the other hand, fell into a state of anxiety because the other party only had time to say half of what he said.

"Don't forget that the time when the Holy Cult jointly captured that monster was before Xiao Yu was killed. And during this process, the existence that looks exactly like us has always been under control, until now."

Mo Tan in the sportswear gave an answer casually, and then, just as he was about to check the wall of air in front of him again, which probably indicated the 'border', suddenly an earth-shaking shaking came from all directions. It was obvious that... In reality, 'Motan''s body has been in close contact with the ground.

And the three of them disappeared almost as soon as the tremor spread, leaving only an empty, foggy space that continued to operate peacefully.

However, this peace did not last long——

About ten seconds later, a black crack suddenly appeared in the air, or to be more precise, it suddenly appeared on the wall of air that blocked the three people before!

Then the second path, the third path, the tenth path, and God knows how many more paths—

Soon, this space was surrounded by dense black gaps. At this time, if someone stood inside, they would find that this seemingly boundless space was not actually very big, but had a side length of only about A two hundred meter square cube.

In other words, in less than half an hour before, whether it was black pajamas, black windbreaker or sportswear, they were actually in a small square box-like space, and the broad field of vision was just a kind of It's just an illusion. Behind the so-called wall of air is actually the boundary and end of consciousness.

but--

As those black cracks became increasingly dense, finally covering almost all angles, the nature of the matter seemed to have changed.

Click!

A crisp crackling sound suddenly sounded on the plane that the three of them thought was the boundary!

The next moment, the 'barrier' that was mistaken for the end and had been completely dyed as black as ink collapsed!

Outside, there is a landscape that is difficult to describe in words, extremely deep, extremely twisted, and extremely abstract.

The clumsy 'Galaxy' like graffiti is swimming crazily in the sky, underground and everywhere in sight. The pale earth is constantly repeating the process of splitting, reorganizing, collapsing and aggregating. Manic noises resound in the turbid air. , resounding in the depths of the soul of every person who sets foot in it, the dry plants become lush in an instant, and the abominable flesh and blood mass surging under this lushness uncontrollably transforms itself in the next second. destroy.

There is no gravity, no medium, no smell, no light, not even darkness.

Only the sense of time and space is still within the bounds of the rules, but these rules continue to destroy and regenerate themselves at a frequency of nearly a thousand times per second.

Colors have lost their meaning, and the sun... If those light clusters that are swallowing up the stars on the sky like out-of-control billiard balls, constantly releasing filth and corruption can be called the sun, it is likely that it was blood red a millisecond ago, and then again After a millisecond, it turns into a miserable green, or a bright pink that is so dazzling that it makes you want to vomit.

This is not chaos, because in a sense, chaos itself is a kind of disorder, just like darkness is actually a kind of lack of light, but everything at this moment has nothing to do with concepts such as order, and this Being irrelevant doesn't mean it's 'disordered', it's just simply irrelevant.

No one can appreciate this 'scenery', even with Mo Tan's psychological quality. If he appeared here in the three states just now, the only outcome would be to fall into madness at the moment of waking up and become a true psychopath. .

Perhaps it is more accurate to say that it is a vegetative state, because even if it is crazy, it will only last for a short moment. After all, that is not a loss that any normal life can bear, so after being affected, it only takes a few breaths to be affected. The existence will be completely erased, leaving no trace.

No consciousness can stay in this environment, not even those heroes who have faced this kind of existence head-on.

They saved the world, but it didn't mean that they defeated this indescribable existence. They just helped the world to survive without most people being aware of it.

The last person to attempt to harness this existence had everything even conceptually erased.

Therefore, as just said, no consciousness can stay in this environment unless it is a part of it...

A twisted figure appeared silently on the land that was constantly alternating between pale, dark and densely packed zebra crossings, silently looking up at the crumbling cube in mid-air.

The next moment, the chaotic galaxy that had always been restrained by some invisible force and had never been able to brush the cube finally lost control completely. The moment the latter fell apart, it roared past and was completely annihilated in an extremely twisted and incomprehensible mass. In the strange 'tail mark' of the metaphor.

At the same time, the twisted figure on the ground gradually became stable.

Soon, he showed a painting style that was incompatible with this place.

It has been distorted into an image that can be observed with the naked eye and fully meets the definition of 'human'. From the appearance, this is a man in his early twenties, with messy hair, pale complexion, medium to thin body, and height. A man of medium-to-short appearance, with an average-to-upper-average appearance, and no sparkle in his eyes.

He was wearing ordinary jeans, an ordinary T-shirt, ordinary sneakers, and a little genius phone watch that displayed 'signal connection failed' on his wrist. He looked like an ordinary ordinary person.

But no one would really regard him as an ordinary person.

You must know that once a person who can maintain a stable existence in such an environment enters an environment that is theoretically defined as normal, his existence itself is enough to destroy all stability and balance. There seems to be nothing wrong with a drop of ink in an ink bottle. But if you replace other inks around with water, the result can be imagined...

In this crazy and chaotic environment, he is not the center, he is just an insignificant part of it. This is the only place where he does not appear special.

"court death……"

Staring at the 'wreck' that was a complete space a few seconds ago, it was gradually assimilated, gradually went crazy, and gradually lost control. The man who looked exactly like Mo Tan silently uttered two words, and then slowly shook his head.

A thin black curtain emerged from the turbid air, then a second, third, and fourth.

Soon, he was in a small, coffin-like black space, and then he closed his eyes and allowed the upper and lower ends to be slowly sealed.

A closed space that is far less spacious than the cube that just collapsed and twisted, 180 centimeters long, 70 centimeters wide, and 30 centimeters high.

Under the endless wild night, this tombstone to say goodbye to this world is his only way to enjoy peace.

Chapter 1,398: End