Hermit Wizard

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The transition was completed before the altar was scarcely summoned. My surroundings were painted with red that could not be distinguished by any form. It's like a world encroached upon by a bloody fog. It is similar to the color of the sky that encroached on space when Kilgeniaphros was summoned.

The place where my voice was heard was behind my back.

“I haven't decided what to do with you yet. ”

His face hardens like ice.

Voice?

I soon realized the identity of the feeling of disguise. There was no such thing as summoning the Altar of Kilgenia Prussia for the first time. I just felt the pure will of God with my eyes flushed red. I could see what the sacrifice he wanted, and I felt the presence of a spell that came to my soul after dedicating it.

It was just that. There were no apostles in Kilgeniapros. There was no intermediary to speak on behalf of God like Purbagio, and God delivered his will to me directly. It happened instantly in real time.

But what I now perceived was a voice.

“You haven't changed much in the meantime. ”

Kung, kung, kung!

The heart beats like crazy. This is something wrong.

All I could see was dark blood. This part is not the same as before. But there is one fundamental difference. I am aware of this.

Last time the altar was summoned, it was converted into a medium where my soul could not know. He was forced to move for a while to convey his will.

But now · · · · ·.

I could feel my body. This is a very big problem. I have a clear sense of stiffness behind my neck. I swallowed dry saliva in tension.

Now I have confidence. At this moment, I was summoned not only to my soul, but to this unknown space.

It was never a good thing to think about God's personality and habits. Kilgenia provokes only substances. It was a god who showed no interest in the soul. Therefore, when I received it, it was much better that only the soul was transfigured as before.

· · · · · No way, but it doesn't. What are you trying to get rid of me?

My heart seems to be tightening. There's no reason for that if you're an ordinary god. But the demented nature of God makes me doubt it.

Wherever this space is, it is a place that leads through the altar, so there is only one person here who speaks to me. I thought it was dangerous to keep silence any longer.

“Forgive me for not having an example. ”

I spit in a trembling voice. I have a sensation, but it's encroached in this red flash, so I don't even know where God is or what position my body is in.

Before that, how should we set an example when we're dealing with Kilgenias? There was no information about it, since it was a god who did not follow the congregation.

“Can't you see me? ”

The voice did not contain any emotion or distinctiveness. It was just the fact that I heard it and the brain was aware of it. There was also no madness I expected.

Was it my illusion that I was a mad god? I could not find such a trace in the voice of God.

“I'll open it a little more. ”

At that moment, the world around me was shifted at the same speed as the light.

“Khh! ”

Excessive information is spilled. My soul was not prepared for it. I felt the pain of forcibly scratching the brain wall with my fingernails.

I screamed without a sound. The information was soon painful. It has become as severe as the extent of recognition. In the past, the intestines had melted because of the curse of God by offering the wrong sacrifices. Now this was a level that surpassed the distress of that time.

My body seems to be melting. The world that flows and sways attacked me. I was glad I didn't see where my neck and hands were. I was glad I didn't listen to my control. If it had been possible, I would have moved my unbearable hand and ripped the carotid artery under the skin of my neck.

“Strange? Why is it so hard? Yeah, let's close it up a little bit. ”

Just as the electricity that was cut off flowed again, the eyes brightened.

“Huff! Huff! ”

I was standing in the shower of light pouring out like a star poop. It was a net-like space with hundreds of thousands of oblique and curved rays on a broad, indistinguishable background.

I stopped suffering like hell. Now I can see where my body is. Standing in front of my eyes also entered my field of view.

“It's not a sacrifice, so I'll heal you. Your teeth are broken, and you've got a lot of blood vessels all over you. The anus is a little distended. ”

Scarcely before his voice fell, one of the stalks of light that was snatching around turned this way.

“The rain and the light! ”

I was terrified. That beam of light seemed to penetrate my body. Beyond the waves of simple particles, it felt like a collection of divine forces with a physical mass that would crush my body.

“Don't tremble. It won't hurt.”

The voice added:

“Does that look like light? ”

I barely nodded. It was a branch of existence in front of the eyes. That, or she, looks like a giant system of clouds of light gathered together.

“You're so closed. Well, I'll just open it up a little more. ”

I almost screamed. I tried to beg you not to. The word "open" as I understood it was merely an act of reproducing the pain of the past.

But the next thing that hit me was vague vertigo. It wasn't the same pain that triggered the suicide. I threw up. The filth that flowed out of my mouth was rich, like a clot mixed with blood and gastric fluid.

“I don't collect things like this. ”

The opponent raises his finger and points to a discarded object. I can now see that the opponent has a finger. Now, everything seemed different.

The moment I realized it, the filth that floated around me vanished like a lie. And I could see the identity of what seemed like the ray that was running to me.

“· · · That? ”

“Open your mouth. ”

The last words felt like a kind of spell, not just a language. Regardless of my will, my lips were open. Running at a tremendous speed from the other side of the universe was a piece that looked like a few white teeth and red fibers.

They dug into my mouth. The broken teeth naturally fell out and the flying new teeth replaced the seats. Fibrous vessels penetrate my esophagus and spread throughout my body, rooting down. It was felt that the tissues were repositioned around the temples and abdomen. It hurt, but it wasn't intolerable.

“Huuuuuuuuuuuuuu! ”

After all that, I took a deep breath. And looks at the opponent in front of his eyes.

· · · Human?

It looked like a human woman that was peerless and dry.

The first thing that came to mind was Gramiel. But a little different. Unlike the Savior's body, whose existence itself was close to the ‘line', the overall form was closer to man. It's very dry.

No, Marda's expression is not enough. It was like a sewing doll that left only the skin and pulled out all the cotton wool. Beneath the ugly ribs that cling to the skin, I saw a windy balloon belly. The orbit was empty because there were no eyes. The long hair that came down to the waist was cluttered.

“Do I look human? ”

Even though she didn't spit, she seemed to be reading my thoughts.

“It's probably the easiest way to recognize me, though. I'm used to you bringing me down to your own level. ”

I wondered how to make a voice. The opponent has bones, hairs, skin and muscles. However, it felt like the contents were empty in the place where the gut should be.

“Hahaha. That's right. I'm empty. So I'm making a new one. ”

· · · · · · What?

“Look at my body. ”

I spread my fingers where she was going.

“Look over there. ”

She points to one side of the space with her fingers. It was a universe that felt like so many rays of light had just crossed.

But now everything seems different to me. I saw more detailed shapes and shapes of what appeared to be a herd of light a little while ago.

It was pieces of the torn world. Fragments of the heavenly cutting dimension.

These are the dimensions that Kilgenias summoned and ate.

There were other things there. It was a piece of organic material that was weaving dimensional debris like a spider web. They were red, black, grey or colourless. Some forms are like the human brain, some are like the intestines, some are like the heart or the liver.

If you look a little bit at it, there are some substances that you can't even guess which organism's body tissue is. When I look at how many kilometers of fibrous tubes, such as digestive or respiratory organs or confusing meshwork, overlap with hundreds of triangles.

I opened my mouth as I felt the tremor of my body sinking.

“· · · Those are the same. ”

She replied.

“Those are the pieces the wizards gave me. Part of their own body. You look almost like him, don't you? I like carbon-based creatures. ”

I was afraid to ask why. But I asked her if she had read my thoughts.

“Once upon a time, I was such a creature. And the creatures that lived in the" child "that I was in control of. ”

A child?

Emotions are mixed in the face of the voice.

“He was a sweet kid. Wise, thoughtful. I loved the immortals a lot. He knew how to make love. Among the less civilized, there were those who worshipped him as a god. ”

Her words followed.

“How big was the depth of love you showed me? We've been together for a very long time. The civilization of the Deadly has changed countless times, blocking as many channels as possible to connect to the child. Me, too. She grew up together. We were becoming more and more complete. ”

The sound seeps into your voice. The tone of the negative was higher. I repeated when it was lower. A blatant emotion pierced my skin like a needle. She squeals like she's laughing and crying.

“We spent a long, long time together. We were already one. I couldn't fall apart. ”

She said as if she was blurry. A horrible chill swept through his body.

It's dangerous. It's dangerous.

“I was a brilliant savior. I couldn't tolerate more holes in my child. The number of channels has always been minimal. Finding efficient prey, targeting and defending them thoroughly. ”

The distorted voice echoes low.

“The old things of Aberdag say sometimes. The opening of the channel is like a bridge between dimensions. The phenomenon of the influx of souls from different dimensions is like the process of obtaining the diversity of evolution by mixing the genetic information of the immortals. I didn't like that metaphor. But, to be honest, I've always had a fight to win. I never took it. Me and my kid always took it. ”

It was followed by a cheerful laugh.

“I didn't let the other beggars do my child. ”

Now I could be sure.

I'm crazy. That god is crazy.

Kilgenias, even after obtaining sanctity, was bound by the old gullet.

I recall what Parvasse once said to me.

[If we can fully understand God's psychological state, if God is bound by a level of emotion that we can understand. Isn't that proof that God is crazy soon?]

Kilgeniapros asked me.

“How did you do it? ”

Talk to each other.

“I haven't decided what to do with you yet. But you knocked on the door yourself. ”

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