V2.Chapter 37

Tang Qi's voice penetrated into the ears of every resident of the grotesque town. Without the previous scene, the gods obviously would not believe that this seemingly ordinary extraordinary person has the power to destroy the whole grotesque town.

But now the gods are dignified.

While Tang Qi spoke, he also did it.

In his eyes, he could see a shocking scene, which was the reality of grotesque town.

It seems to be a huge bubble. New bubbles are superimposed inside and outside each bubble. Each bubble is a mandatory narrative domain, and mutual integration will give birth to a new narrative domain, which is cyclic and inexhaustible... This well explains many aliases of the town.

It's really very interesting here, so that the gods don't want it to be destroyed.

Unfortunately, Tang Qi didn't lie. This is indeed the arrangement of "fate".

When Tang Qi thought, he saw the birth of hundreds of millions of illusory "Tang Qi" figures. They appeared at the same time and drilled into the corresponding narrative field at the same time.

Neither ordinary residents nor gods can stop this scene.

They did not know the basis for the existence of grotesque Town, that is, the power of "forced narration" derived from kenosaus, which had been sold to Tangqi by the ancient god who longed for freedom and revenge.

This means that any forced narrative field in grotesque town is unable to refuse Tang Qi's entry.

So in this second, a "bad guest" broke into all narrative fields.

Not long ago, Sally's vivid interpretation of the image of narrative destroyer as a demonstration prop fell on Tang Qi.

In an instant, the bubbles filled with sight began to break.

As an evil guest, Tang Qisi ignored the structure of the narrative itself and acted more rudely than Sally. The narrative domain carried by those low-level residents could not resist at all. She could only watch the stories with herself as the protagonist, from reality to illusion and reverse collapse.

In grotesque Town, earth shaking pictures are staged.

Residents from hundreds of millions of universe were kicked out, their faces were dull, like wandering souls, and began to pile up in the town.

Soon, it's the narratives' turn.

Almost all projections, or a few ontologies, try to resist.

But unfortunately, it doesn't help. It also includes the narrative field constructed by the projection of several powerful gods.

A series of devastating dramas were staged everywhere.

"At the tea party of the goddess of dawn, masked murderers with sticks broke in. Everyone at the tea party inexplicably lost their divine power and could not stop the murderers from smashing... The beautiful woman played by the projection of the goddess of dawn was pushed out of the door, and all the guests were driven away... The narrative domain structure collapsed."

"The bookstore of the God of white magic had an accident when a young boy who was supposed to be a magic apprentice practiced 'fireball' and burned all the things in the bookstore. The bookstore owner played by the God of white magic was so angry that he vomited blood and the structure collapsed."

"During the breeding journey of the butterfly goddess, the breeding holy land 'spring forest' encountered the strongest hurricane in history. All butterflies were blown away, breeding failed, and the narrative domain has collapsed."

"In the daily life of the God of torture, all the instruments of torture are turned into desserts, drinks or massage instruments. Torture turns into enjoyment. The jailer played by the God of torture cannot accept the change, and the narrative domain collapses."

"Lightning can't hit the same tree. Everything in the narrative domain evolves into an 'insulator' in an instant. Lightning pours, but it can't shake anything."

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The narrative domain constructed by Wanling projection is undoubtedly the last line of defense, but even these narrative domains are simply unable to resist.

It is not that they are not strong, even if they are just projections. When the number reaches a certain level, at least it is not difficult to form a confrontation with Tangqi.

But unfortunately, all souls are at an absolute disadvantage.

Grotesque town itself must be supported by the power of "forced narration".

At the moment, the support is half in Tang Qi's hands. Coupled with his fantasy power, even the narrative domain constructed by the dominant spirits is simply unable to resist Tang Qi's destruction.

That's why fate bitch forced Tang Qi to participate in the game. He knew that Tang Qi had no solution here.

The whole weird town is turning over.

However, it is not that nothing happened.

At the edge of the frantically disintegrating ink area, within a gray narrative field.

Mortals must die!

The story happened in a carriage, but it was not gorgeous. On the contrary, it was very shabby. It seemed that it had not been maintained. It crunched forward. There were gray colors everywhere, as well as some traces such as moths and bite marks. The top of the carriage was full of luggage, and even a body wrapped in a shroud with only its head exposed.

Dragging the carriage forward was an old horse.

The driver was a dog with a wrinkled old face, a sand dog.

On his left and right sides, there are three black cats with different pupil colors. They all exude a kind of smart and hazy beauty, just like the beauty that people can appreciate very much under the moon but dare not approach.

Suddenly at this moment, Thorpe, the driver, stopped.

The curtain behind him was automatically opened to reveal a "guest", one of whom was supposed to be a ghost. He was turning from death. He turned his head and looked at Thorpe, who looked helpless, and three black cats full of curiosity.

"See you again, Mr. Thorpe."

Tang Qi's character "boy ghost" spoke.

Thorpe, the God of death, already knew what Tang Qi was going to do. Smelling the speech, he couldn't help rolling his eyes and replied:

"Do whatever you want. Anyway, I can't stop you, but don't be too rude. Try not to ridicule my proverb 'mortals must die'. I heard how you ridiculed the God of machinery. That's too much."

When Thorpe spoke, the black cats transformed by the three goddess candidates of phoebes, Helena and Selena swayed their bodies to Tangqi.

They were familiar with the road, found their positions on the shoulders, chest and thighs of the boy whom Tang Qi had transformed, and fell down.

Seeing this scene, Thorpe's mouth twitched wildly. Obviously, he endured it very hard, but somehow he didn't stop it, or he couldn't stop it at all.

Tangqi is like a happy "cat lover", with three beautiful black cats.

He couldn't help but show a strange color on his face, but he also didn't stop the three goddess candidates, and even stroked the three black cats several times.

They each lay down, and the light shone in their gem like eyes. They ignored other ghost passengers in the carriage and spit out words at the same time.

"We saved you from the procuress. You should at least tell us your name, your theocracy, your respected name and so on. You must not be Narcissus, right?"

"Not only the name, but also I'd like to know why you want to release that crazy ancient god. Dad said he was very dangerous. He would devour the whole grotesque town."

"Can you give me a keepsake? Maybe we can be friends. I'm Selena."

Obviously, the third sentence comes from my little sister Selena.

Her words made both sisters cast dissatisfied eyes. In the past, their position was too unstable. They were trying to decrypt it.

Tang Qi's smooth and soft hand feel made him feel reluctant to give up. No wonder some cat people are envious. Cat rolling is really a relaxing exercise.

The voices of the three goddesses made Tang Qi smile gently and immediately replied, "Tang Qi, this is my name. As for other information, Mr. Thorpe may be able to tell you soon."

"In addition, of course we can become friends. After this is over, I will invite you to my country to express my apology."

When this sentence came out, Tang Qi looked apologetically at Thorpe, the God of death.

Soon he did it.

The carriage carrying ghost passengers began to recover and become vibrant in the gray and black earth. All ghosts began to turn from death. At the end of the driving direction of the carriage, the portal to the "God of death" was disappearing.

Tang Qi did not ridicule Thorpe, the God of death, but gave immortality to all creatures in the narrative domain. Everyone has immortality, and the narrative domain immediately began to collapse.

"Well, goodbye."

The voice fell, the light in the little boy's eyes was dim, and Tang Qi left.

As soon as he left, the black cat of phoebes, Helena and Selena jumped down immediately.

However, different from the previous jump, their mouths were no longer empty, but they all had a black page in their mouth.

If tonchi were here, he could recognize that all three pages belonged to him and to the book of kenosaus.

In the silent change, the three goddesses appeared in the collapsing narrative field.

Their beautiful faces all showed playful smiles and stretched out their hands. The three polluted pages gathered together, and the secret knowledge recorded on them was revealed without cover.

"Don't look!"

Thorpe, who was struggling to delay the collapse of the narrative field, turned around and saw this scene, immediately thought of something and tried to stop it.

But unfortunately, it's too late.

The three goddess candidates soon saw the contents of the page and tried to infuse some kind of information on the page.

Their minds, while understanding the relevant knowledge.

"The first page is the story between knothaus and oneprola."

"On the second page, the war between kenosaus and the [we are the light] family."

"On the third page, some complex divination... Can directly enter the temple of the goddess oneprola, who is in charge of the power of 'dream' and 'soul' through prayer."

When the three goddesses finished reading these and lit their eyes one after another.

Thorpe, the God of death, also received a message from Tangqi at the same time.

The extremely obscure voice that can only be heard by the master of the narrative domain, with the collapse of the narrative domain, intermittently penetrated into Thorpe's mind.

"This is a random attempt... It's an opportunity for the three goddesses... There won't be too much danger. Don't worry about fate. Bitches will hate them... Fate is not omnipotent... He can't look at everything... I promise."

PS: writing about the turning point of the plot, Calvin, fat fish is working hard.