Chapter 811 Excuse me, hell
Sir Ewen and the others all fell silent.
Lin En shook his head, held his chin, and said with a smile: "I don't know what it is exactly, but it makes me vaguely feel that if falling into hell is a kind of protection, does it mean that it is this hell that protects me?"
Everyone was shocked.
No one spoke.
And the surroundings seemed to become a little cold.
Lin En patted the dust on his hands and said softly:
"Of course, it was not entirely to prove my conjecture. I was indeed quite impulsive at the time. After all, my friends were suffering by my side, but I was safe and sound. It was indeed difficult to remain rational in that situation, so I appropriately provoked it a few words."
Everyone trembled.
Properly...provoked...a few words...
Holding the authority of the God of Destiny, ordering Hell to execute what you wrote, and asking Hell if it dares...
Can this really be described by the word "properly"...
Lin En stretched his waist and looked up:
"Now that I think about it, I am really scared. Being watched by that kind of thing, although it did nothing, I still felt as if I was really going to collapse. So I thought, even if it really protects me, I can't get close to it at all, because just watching me, I almost die."
Sir Ewen's eyes were serious.
He once again remembered the diagnosis results when they just found him in pieces.
It was like all the powers in his body were invalid, he lost his self-healing ability, his cells were inactive, and his consciousness began to collapse, but in fact, this hell did nothing at all, just looked at him, and all the rules were turbulent.
Even he clearly had a terrible substitute prop like the surrogate doll in his hands, but he couldn't trigger it.
He frowned and said, "So it's not what you think? This hell didn't protect you, and it didn't..."
"No." Lin En said softly:
"Brother Ewen, you are wrong. This incident makes me truly believe that it is this hell that protects me."
Everyone was stunned.
Lin En smiled and adjusted his monocle, saying, "Because it responded to me, Brother Ewen, you have to understand that I was holding the power of fate and trying to write the fate of this hell, but even the power itself was suppressed and tortured by this hell. Do you think the words I wrote could be effective?"
As soon as these words came out, Sir Ewen's pupils shrank instantly.
For a moment.
Even he felt a wave of tremors.
Looking at Lin En's gentle smiling eyes, he finally realized this crucial point that is most easily overlooked.
Lin En smiled and said, "If I really have nothing to do with this hell, then the only outcome is that I will be killed immediately by the backlash of hell because of the use of power, without any turnover, but it really did what I wrote, and it really transferred the backlash to me."
"But why? Why should it care about me?"
Sir Ewen opened his mouth and couldn't say a word.
But what he said was absolutely right...
Yes.
Why?
So this was originally a game, a gamble he made with his own life to guess about himself, because as long as this hell didn't kill him, no matter what choice he made, it proved that there must be some connection between him and hell, and if there really was some connection, how could hell kill him?
Thinking of this, even he felt a burst of horror at Lin En's wisdom.
He really...
Lin En said softly: "At the same time, this incident also confirmed some things that have been bothering me for a long time, that is, the true identity of those black hands that have been hovering around me for a long time and interfering with me."
Everyone was shocked.
Lin En raised his head and looked at the sky covered with black fog with a smile.
"Pig-headed butcher, crying and laughing clown, jailer guarding the root, controller of the "curse" authority, belonging to this hell itself, and at the same time, under certain circumstances, a high-level existence that can partially adjust the mechanism of this hell."
"Oh, let me guess a little more."
He tapped his temple.
He pinched his monocle with a slightly raised corner of his mouth.
"Is it the chaotic color... infantry?"
Buzz--
Almost at the moment when he finished speaking, a gust of cold wind blew in the entire Night City, and even the surging black fog above the sky seemed to become darker at that moment.
Even Sir Egwene and the Colossus Brain all felt this strangeness.
In an instant.
Almost like a conditioned reflex, the two of them instantly protected Lin En in the center, and Sir Ewen held the chip tightly, ready to leap up the rank at any time.
And on the tower in the center of the Night City, a dazzling golden light also shone at the same time. A huge twelve-winged phantom coldly covered their sky, watching the abnormal black fog surging in the sky.
Accompanied by two huge roars.
The Titan head and the witch god head fell around Lin En like a meteorite, and a crazy and violent aura surged.
"Lynn - are you awake? You have provoked something again - something doesn't feel right here -"
The Titan Head said crazily and belligerently.
Lin En held his one eye, stood up from the ground, tilted his head and smiled:
"Ah! It's okay, I just accidentally said some... seemingly taboo words."
The Titan's head bared its ferocious teeth crazily, like a twisted giant beast. His gaze instantly pierced the high sky where the black mist surged. The breath all over his body surged violently, and he let out a low thunderous sound. General guttural sound.
Anyone who knows him knows that this is a prelude to his madness.
And in a certain room in the Night City.
A thin quill also floated up slowly and landed on the blank parchment. The colorful ink seemed to be surging with unimaginable power.
The whole city was silent.
All the night doctors in the city held their breath at the same time, feeling the suffocating depression.
But Lin En still stood in the center of the pile of roots, raising his head, the dark mist reflected in his smiling eyes, and then slowly stretched out his hand and gently picked the tall roots towards the sky. Foot hat, said:
"That's really rude, hell."
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