After the global recovery I crossed

Lin Xingtao turned the pen, and the dim light in Room [-] was continuously cut into shapes of different sizes by the shadow of the pen. Even the breathing sound of the future Nyarlathotep who was expecting through time and space was intermittent.

Lin Xingtao undoubtedly knew what he was expecting. The fact that the gods would be taken in made him feel a higher level of joy than fooling humans.

Out of his usual respect and vigilance against foreign gods, Lin Xingtao thought about what would happen if he wrote it down.

For example, once the traitorous gods except Naia are taken in, all the universe will return to chaos—Nia is the one who represents chaos.

Don’t those creation myths all say that the universe started from chaos? Perhaps it was Naia who spread these myths and made his name deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, thus heralding the scene that will happen.

In other words, even though Naia knocked on the head of his master Azathoth contemptuously, he still serves the master who represents the core of primordial chaos and the source of all things. All the universe will follow Azathoth's blind and ignorant will Return to the beginning of birth with instinct.

Lin Xingtao turned his pen, and suddenly recalled his student days while wandering aimlessly.

It was a long time ago when I thought about it, even longer than going to college, much longer than the first time I traveled to the world of Dachu.

At that time, the fan above the classroom always gave people the illusion that it would fall down and take away a piece of head. In the universe of infinite possibilities, perhaps such an unlucky Lin Xingtao died under the fan.

And Lin Xingtao, who will become the Dao of Heaven, is of course alive and well. He turned his pen, put his legs that had no place to rest in the aisle, and propped his chin at the same time, looking from the physics teacher's bare head to the sentence "E=MC2" on the blackboard. ".

"...We humans have explored the universe and summed up many laws, but maybe these are just superfluous." The teacher sighed slightly, "Who said the universe must have rules? Maybe those laws only lasted for a few hundred million, It’s just a coincidence in tens of billions of years, but we human beings regard chance as a rule. Ahem, it’s far away, let’s go back to the classroom..."

Although Lin Xingtao was new to this statement at the time, he quickly put it behind him, and was even less impressed than the phrase "the essence of science is to boil water".

He collected his thoughts from the long-lost and even somewhat discordant memories of the daily life of high school, and glanced at the members of the foundation who were in a daze in the distance.It doesn't matter whether they are caught by his own eyes or not, Lin Xingtao is thinking about things related to the whole universe.

He was thinking about what he represented as the rule of heaven.

Cthulhu mythology has three gods, the source of all things, he is not darkness, not the ruler of time and space, not creeping chaos, nor blind ignorance.

His god name as a six-winged god is life and madness, but he became the law of heaven and became the rule itself, and the six-winged god is just one of humans, gods, demons, and immortals.

This question, which has not been carefully thought about before, and there is no need to think carefully, finally showed its sense of existence at the critical moment of whether to write the names of the gods.

What is he and what does he represent?It not only represents Da Chu and the heavenly way of the earth, but also represents something in countless universes.

Maybe as the physics teacher said, these don't make sense...

When he was thinking, the universe seemed to be stuck in eternity, only chaos flowed as always.At this time, he heard the whisper from Naia in the chaos:

"Lin Xingtao... You might as well imagine that all the universes have been reborn countless times. In these countless rebirths, every time there will be me, but not necessarily you. I mean you as you are now..."

It seems to be disturbing, it seems to be reminding.

"How do I know, for I am Nyarlathotep - the Great Messenger! Who travels through the void and brings Yog-Sothoth wonderful pleasures! And from that all-seeing, all-seeing, connected to all time and space The key to the door of oneness is from Ugsothoth, I know everything, and I will tell you the ultimate truth behind the door of the silver key to you who are passing through the door of the silver key. You are suddenly thinking about this question, and it is precisely because of You are going through the door."

"Write down the names of the gods." He gently persuaded, "When you succeed, the whole world will only be chaos with you, and you don't need to panic. You will take over the authority of the gods to create and rule the world. You can Shape the world you want according to your own will, this is what I told you as a messenger, isn't it?"

"Even if we fall into the abyss of failure, and we can start over, after trillions of years, I will meet you again in my aimless search, meet this kind of you or that kind of you, and experience again and again Fail, or finally succeed in staying in the chaotic universe where only we are left."

Naia's words are still complicated and difficult to understand, and you need to distinguish carefully. Listening to him, sometimes you feel that the whole painting style has changed with him.

Lin Xingtao couldn't help but think of the scene when Naia talked to him for the first time in a sense.

In the factory and on the operating table, Dr. Naiya walks briskly and smiles kindly.

["Would you like to travel back in time with a key—" He was like an old friend he hadn't seen in a long time, "Welcome, my friend."]

Haven't seen each other for a long time.

There is always a subtle, monotonous, and profane flute tone mixed in Naia's voice. Lin Xingtao raised his head and saw the gods on the other side through the roof and the universe. They danced clumsily and absurdly around the red apple. In the dark realm, the souls of the gods—Nyarlathotep was there, and he also had a pen in his hand, as if he planned to throw the gods who hadn’t noticed him as a traitor to a place worse than death the moment Lin Xingtao wrote. In the abyss of terror.

Lin Xingtao did not refuse to write down his name, but he said: "Anyone who has read the Cthulhu mythology knows what Naia's incarnation looks like, and they all know that they can never trust Naia's words."

Naia stopped Lin Xingtao from continuing, and replied, "Since that's the case, don't rush to fill it out, but you don't have to wait, I will go to meet you."

After the words fell, Lin Xingtao heard the terrified screams of the members of the foundation.

He walked past the stunned people, and the gray fog flooded into the building, and the lights dimmed immediately.

Lin Xingtao saw the changes in Room No. [-]: the gilt lace attached to the furniture rolled out golden raindrops, which cracked into streaks of golden light on the floor; the alabaster decorations on the ceiling twisted into circles, and the hanging wooden toys were here Walking through the white holes one by one; the soft woolen carpet shrinks as the floor bends and sinks, somewhat similar to the invasion of darkness, and people running shivering on the floor become dark.

"Damn—T66, put down the book in your hand—I knew it was not an ordinary book—you summoned something, don't open any doors—"

Containment specialists arrived at the crumbling windows, yelling on the verge of despair, futilely berating T66 for watching the complete Cthulhu Mythos.

F13 and some people who had met Lin Xingtao's eyes were whispering: "He is passing through the king of the forest... he is walking down the onyx steps, tribute to the miracle, the great Nyarlathotep will be replaced by human appearance and the robe of concealment to... meet his beloved friend."

All the objects contained in the rooms choked with awe, and the bewilderment of the soul was projected on the glass that people were resisting. A huge figure was undulating under the thick fog and above the building in an orderly manner.

Just like two dragons entangled among the five buildings in the future, Naia plagiarized this idea without hesitation. The huge figure-a huge head with a fleshy crown imitated the dragon's head and approached the glass, giving The great fear and oppression of human beings.

Just when people thought that this huge head was summoned through the complete works of Cthulhu Mythos, there was a polite and steady three-stage knock on the door outside Lin Xingtao's room No. [-].

"Tuk, tuk, tuk."

One can almost picture a picture from these three knocks: a man in a three-piece suit is reaching out brown leather gloves, taking off his men's bowler hat, and politely tapping his knuckles. The door, for some reason, when the man they imagined raised his chin slightly in the shadow of the door, it was the doctor's handsome face with deep lines.

But soon, after three knocks on the door, the subsequent knocks became extremely hasty, and the tense atmosphere fell like a violent storm.

"Duk tuk tuk tuk! tuk! tuk! duk—"

People trembled.

It was not a polite gentleman at all, but a rude intruder at the door!

Lin Xingtao opened the door abruptly, and the knocking stopped abruptly the moment the door opened, only a gust of wind brushed the hair beside his ear, as if a knocking hand had turned into a blowing hand, bringing the golden hair to the door. In the world that is gradually collapsing behind.

"Hush, I'm here." Naia's voice came from another place.

This knock on the door was probably just a trivial prank on his part.

Lin Xingtao turned his head.

At the high altitude where the head was, a wide passage was opened where the thick fog was originally flowing. The torch was lit from far to near, and the rhythmic and beautiful trumpets covered the meaningless blowing of the gods, and the strange fragrance was trembling. The sound of drums is sent into the special glass that originally isolates all sounds and smells.

This scene is very similar to the scene where Lin Xingtao met Naia's black pharaoh for the first time.

Sure enough, two rows of black slaves appeared holding silver trumpets. Their oiled skins, delicate armbands, and pairs of golden anklets reminded people of the glorious banquets of ancient empires. Emperors often played when the music reached its climax. Appeared, waved, and the subjects cheered.

Naia appeared on the stage in the eyes of everyone, there was no cheering, only screams tearing her throat.

Unlike the first time we met, he no longer wore the colorful and gorgeous robe, but replaced it with a black knee-length gown, and the lower body was covered with golden armor. The falling golden cloak flew high again as he walked calmly, like an endless golden flame, covering his slender and tall body in a dazzling halo.

He stepped on the monster's huge head, and the monster hissed and lowered its head rumblingly.

So Lin Xingtao was on the same plane as him.

He retracted the silent finger that was stuck on his mouth, and smiled meaningfully.

Since he didn't wear the golden double crown, he was as handsome as a fallen angel with a clear and profound face, and the slightly wrinkled lines on his forehead when he even smiled carried an arrogance that tempted people to speculate.

"After much thought, I decided to invite you to the funeral together instead of me alone." He stretched out five fingers arrogantly and softly to Lin Xingtao, "So I came back in a hurry to welcome you .”

When he said this, it was as if he shut his mouth reservedly.He was motionless, like a statue, and his god-like head could obviously only come from the hands of a sculptor. The smile curve around his lips was just right, Lin Xingtao could no longer find a trace of Nyarato from his face Crude mockery of Tip Hook.

Lin Xingtao just stared at him, and walked through the glass in a leisurely manner. When the golden hair was embedded in the glass and pulled away to make a "sizzling" sound, Naia grabbed Lin Xingtao's wrist and pulled him to a huge on the head.

The head suddenly lifted into the air.

The ring ornaments on the lower body of Naia's golden cloak jingled, hitting this dark soul from Egypt.

And in the golden light that is too shining to rot, a strange, silent, unknown viscous river rushes from the abyss of time and space, and the bottom of the huge head—a swollen, twisted humanoid body crawling in the air—maybe One of Nayar's relatively weaker-to-drive avatars—crawled into the Long River.

Nyarlathotep stretched out his hand towards the horizon, guiding Lin Xingtao's line of sight, seemingly just smearing it casually, and the horizon responds to his movements, lighting up hazy and sickly electric sparks at the end of the long river.

The whole world crosses the horizon, revealing every detail.

The light passed through a circle of power grids on the hill where the foundation is located, and through every white pane of the small country's city hall. Jumping into the long river, the copper-green flame pillars ignited, splashing sparks and throwing them into a peaceful world.A traveler with a hiking bag looks down at the road, a housewife with a spatula coaxes her noisy young son, an ambitious businessman draws the red and green lines on the exchange...

Lin Xingtao and Naia walked through the coniferous forest covered with deep moss, passed by the small and exquisite palace and castle, sailed through the ice-blue Dead Sea, and crossed the desolate wilderness.

Lin Xingtao watched all this in silence, the exuberance and silence of life intertwined non-stop to form this world, which was finally covered by the long river under their feet.The stars are also thrown into the long river, Lin Xingtao's hair tips evoked the veins of starlight, chaotic and mysterious.

Naia turned her head, looked at Lin Xingtao who was silent, and finally let go of the golden bracelet on the wrist of the hand that just painted the horizon, and put it on Lin Xingtao's empty wrist superior.

He may have remembered that time he also put on Lin Xingtao's glittering jewelry.

Lin Xingtao watched his actions, and suddenly asked in a low voice, "...Whose funeral?"

Naia pinched the last forehead ornament, and also answered in a low voice: "Funeral—"

The forehead ornament is no longer gold, but a bright red gemstone, in the shape of a teardrop, which has always been crumbling for hundreds of millions of years.

He said, "The funeral—it's your funeral."

Lin Xingtao paused, took the gem, Naia's skin was dry and even had a trace of electric current.

Naia laughed loudly and announced loudly:

"Liar! Never believe what Nyarlathotep says!"

The author has something to say: One of the charms of Naia is that he can't tell whether he is telling the truth or not.

As soon as I wrote about Naia, I couldn't help lengthening sentences, lengthening paragraphs, and complicating the meaning—it must be because Naia whispered in my ear and affected my relationship.

Anyway, indecision, quantum mechanics.Unclear, pay tribute to Cthulhu.