Chapter 1295 Under desperate circumstances, reversing the future (4)
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"Abandon confusion and keep faith."
"No need to worry, no need to be afraid."
"As long as I'm here, she won't hurt you, just move forward."
"Don't be affected by hallucinations, remember."
The saint's voice sounded in her heart.
Wanda abandoned all distracting thoughts and rushed towards New York City.
But the short distance of 1,500 meters has never felt so long to her.
The evil murmur deep in her mind was like the echoes in the valley, which were continuously superimposed and amplified until they finally exploded like thunder, almost destroying her sanity and dragging her into the abyss of darkness.
Several times she couldn't help but wanted to look back at the evil gaze behind her that made her hair stand on end.
But every time, at the last moment, when she was about to turn her head, she was forcibly controlled and continued to look back.
The endless strong wind roared from behind, accompanied by a fishy and unpleasant smell.
An extremely angry roar, like a huge thunder exploding behind.
Even without looking back, she could feel that the entity in the black mist was trying to break through the saint's defense.
At this moment, a huge twisted dark shadow shined on her path through the clouds, the earth, and all materials that could spread, undulating like mud and swamp.
The shadow gradually grew larger under her feet, as if the monster behind her was approaching at a very fast speed.
Huh-huh--!
The biting cold wind came, accompanied by some kind of moist airflow, and hit the back of her neck.
In an instant, goosebumps suddenly appeared on my skin and my hair stood on end.
There was a wet vapor on the back of her neck, and it felt like that thing... was right behind her, so close that they were almost touching.
Fear is accumulating little by little in my heart.
"No, Wanda, you can't look back!"
Wanda warned herself over and over again, pinching her arms and thighs hard to dispel the haze that shrouded her heart.
Ignoring the twisted shadow that was still getting bigger and seemed to swallow her up, she gritted her teeth and continued flying forward.
New York City,
Gradually enlarges in the eye.
Soon...soon...just hold on!
Wanda encouraged herself in her heart, forced to dispel the fear in her mind, and focused on one thing.
But no matter how she deliberately ignored it, fear still continued to accumulate in her heart.
Until... a slippery, sticky, soft thing gently slid across her neck, leaving behind a sticky and smelly black liquid.
In another moment, it was like a thunder exploded in her mind.
Buzz!
Wanda's mind went blank, and trembling fear spread throughout her body.
The sticky tentacle appeared again, and slowly wrapped around it, stirring the hair.
"Are you...are you still there?" Wanda, who was extremely frightened, shouted the name of the 'saint' loudly.
But it's a pity.
It was like there was a vacuum, no one could hear her voice and fear.
The tentacle slid down her back ridge little by little, and was as cold and biting as a poisonous snake. It slowly got into her clothes and wandered along her skin, leaving a smooth touch wherever it passed.
She moved her eyes stiffly and looked at her neck with her peripheral vision.
A huge, rotting, squirming mass that looked like black mud was on her back.
It is like a twisted, abstract creation that a child molded out of water and mud.
There is no specific image, because it is constantly changing, stretching, and twisting, and it looks like a blackened porcelain body that has just come out of the kiln. It has disgusting green eyeballs and a sharp-toothed mouth that spits out fishy mucus.
If I have to describe it.
This black mud-like monster is probably like... a surreal twisted sculpture by a perverted artist.
"Ahhhhh--!"
She couldn't hold it in anymore and screamed in terror.
The growing fear is like a monster, swallowing up the remaining sanity.
Persistence, faith, reason...all were destroyed along with that tentacle. She frantically shouted 'Jesus', begging for the salvation of this Son of God, to dispel the darkness and fear in her heart.
But all the sounds could not be transmitted.
At some point, the surroundings turned into darkness, without any sound or light, just like the belly of a monster.
This scene became the straw that broke the camel's back.
Turn back! Turn back! Turn back!
Finally fear took over at this moment, and she looked back.
Chaos magic is like a surging wave, setting off rolling winds that tear the void into pieces and destroy everything within the range.
However, when the power of chaos stopped, Wanda knew that she was wrong.
That terrifying, black mud-like monster does not actually exist. Everything is an illusion created.
There is no such thing as a monster, and there is no such thing as a shadow.
The weird and twisted black mist was blocked by the saint's golden light and was still far away from her.
And in New York City...the sacred barrier set up by the angels was less than one meter away from her.
The swollen girl smiled with a hint of sarcasm and mockery, looked down at the saint who stopped her, and said, "It's a pity that you lost again."
"No...Wanda..."
Jesus held a scarlet spear and looked back at Wanda, with deep helplessness and disappointment on his face.
"sorry......"
Wanda closed her eyes in pain, tears falling down her cheeks.
She succumbed to the illusion created by fear and killed the last hope of mankind with her own hands.
Peng!
The next moment, Wanda exploded from the inside out like a burst balloon.
The flesh and blood mixed with the internal organs were sprayed on the ground, splashing out with little scarlet and coquettish bloody flowers.
Ding dong!
The ancient silver key fell to the ground, rolled a few times, and finally stopped at the edge of the barrier.
"It's all over...Jesus."
The Swollen Daughter easily crossed Jesus, appeared at the edge of the barrier, and picked up the silver key: "Just like the last failure, this time you still lose for the same reason, that is... believe So-called human beings.”
The ancient silver key bloomed in her hand.
One after another, the brilliant light of stars rises from under the earth, like a sharp sword reaching straight into the sky and piercing the clouds.
Boom boom boom...
The starlight crashed into the unfathomable crack and immediately set off a series of huge explosions.
The chains of order visible to the naked eye shattered under the impact of the starlight.
Then, countless stars gathered together, blooming with dazzling brilliance. Deep in the deep and restrained starry sky, the sphere with infinite brilliance gathered was like a mythical giant stepping out of a crack.
At this moment, time and space are collapsing, and dimensions are sinking and collapsing.
If you look at it from the starry sky, you can see that the entire earth seems to have been crushed into a pancake, slowly spreading out like a scroll. Everything is imprinted in the 'scroll', revealing despair and nameless terror. .
Everything has a name, and the thing that gathers thousands of radiant spheres is named Yog-Sothoth!
"Welcome back...my brother!"
