National Fortune Bonus: After the new player awakens at the maximum level, he will kill like crazy

Thick blood kept splashing like surging waves, and each splash was accompanied by a dull "gurgling" sound, as if it was a roar from the abyss of hell, which was terrifying.

The pungent smell of blood filled the air, mixed with the stench of decay, shrouding everything around in a strange and terrifying atmosphere.

Su Mohui calmed down and stared at the Fire Kite in the center of the blood pool. The chill in her heart grew stronger. She finally saw the truth hidden behind the thick fog.

Huo Yuan's posture remained upright, yet a strange and eerie aura emanated from his body. The bone knife stuck in his chest wasn't simply piercing his heart; it was like a strange seal, firmly nailing a Cthulhu egg.

The egg was translucent, as if covered by a fragile veil, yet it exuded a mysterious power. Through the egg membrane, one could see countless cold compound eyes flashing with a chilling light. Through the seal of reincarnation, they stared intently at the present world like a pair of prying demonic eyes.

Su Mohui felt a chill running from her feet to her head, and the blood in her body seemed to freeze instantly. Because deep in those pupils, reflected was the face of her past reincarnations!

And every face is filled with complex expressions of pain, struggle, despair, etc., as if silently telling a series of secret past events that have been buried by the years.

"Use the Netherworld Fire... to burn the eggshell!" Xiaoguang's voice suddenly rang out amid the chaos and noise, sharp and rapid, like an arrow piercing the night sky.

His hands danced swiftly, manipulating the silver threads like nimble snakes, weaving and interweaving through the air. With fierce momentum, those silver threads crushed wave after wave of tentacles that lunged at him with bared fangs and claws.

These tentacles were like devil's hands crawling out of hell, carrying a foul smell and endless malice, trying to drag them into the dark abyss.

"That's yours..." Xiaoguang's words were drowned out by a sharp roar. The roar seemed to come from another dimension, full of anger and unwillingness.

At this moment, the cold-repelling pill in Su Mohui's sleeve exploded without warning. Instantly, a cold blue flame rose up, dancing in this bloody and scorching environment, appearing out of place and yet particularly strange.

Immediately afterwards, the samsara fire that had been refined many times in endless reincarnations suddenly appeared and burned all the growing tentacles to ashes.

The dark blue flames still flickered, emitting a chill that formed a stark contrast to the scorching heat of the surrounding blood pool. At the same time, the Rebirth Mirror within the sea of ​​consciousness slowly opened, as if driven by a mysterious and powerful force.

On the mirror, the Netherworld Palace from a hundred thousand years ago unfolded like a long-forgotten scroll, slowly unfolding in the torrent of time. Young Su Mohui stood quietly in a pool of blood, a murderous aura emanating from her body.

Her eyes were firm yet revealing a hint of helplessness. Kneeling at her feet was none other than Habaek, the voluntary sacrificer. His eyes were filled with determination and loyalty. His body trembled slightly, yet he held a calm demeanor, ready to face death.

The dagger used to remove the celestial bone was engraved with the same Cthulhu inscriptions as the roots of the sacred tree. Those twisted symbols seemed to be alive, twisting and jumping on the dagger, emitting an evil aura.

"So the Sacred Tree... and the Jianmu branch were both refined from Hebo's bones..." Su Mohui muttered to herself, her voice filled with shock and pain. She stumbled involuntarily, as if all her strength had been drained by this sudden revelation.

She reached out her hand, trembling, to hold onto the altar. Memories, like a pack of venomous snakes, gnawed furiously at her spirit. Each memory was like a sharp knife, slicing through her heart, leaving scars that would never heal.

The scene in the mirror suddenly changed again. The gods, whose immortal bones had been extracted, stood weakly in a long line. Their eyes were empty and hopeless, and their bodies were trembling slightly, as if they would collapse at any moment.

Su Mohui noticed that their necks were branded with the same marks as the one on her waist pendant, and each mark was oozing a bituminous liquid. The liquid exuded a pungent stench, like a curse from the abyss, which permeated the air and made people nauseous.

Xiaoguang saw the situation was not good, and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes. He controlled the puppet thread without hesitation, and like a silver lightning, it instantly pierced the mirror.

However, the blood flowed back along the silver thread, as if to say that all this was irreversible!

"Don't look! Your... cognitive anchor is collapsing--" Xiaoguang shouted anxiously, his voice filled with unprecedented fear, echoing in this chaotic environment.

But it was too late. The bone knife made a sharp whistling sound, like a ferocious beast that had been trapped for a long time, finally breaking free from its restraints and letting out an angry roar.

The rust on the blade faded instantly, revealing the character "Su" carved by generations of reincarnations. The oldest oracle bone script was vigorous and powerful, telling the vicissitudes and weight of time. The latest hairpin-shaped small calligraphy was still bleeding, the delicate handwriting clearly being carved at the end of her previous reincarnation, just a stick of incense away!

"Is this... a causal loop?" Su Mohui's voice trembled with endless confusion, but her heart had long been numb, and she was not too afraid of these things.

The Samsara Seal had cracked at some point, and a mysterious and sinister force seeped out. Cthulhu's whisper, like a murmur from the abyss, poured directly into her sea of ​​consciousness.

[You are the God Eater——]

At this moment, Huo Yuan slowly opened his left eye. The flame of rebirth in the depths of his glazed pupil suddenly surged three feet, and the intense light illuminated the entire altar.

Su Mohui's gaze was drawn to Huo Yuan's exposed back. Where the fire pattern totem of Suiren should have been, it had now been twisted into her reincarnation seal! The seal shone with an eerie light, as if to reveal a shocking secret about fate and reincarnation.

Just as she was about to step forward to take a closer look at the bizarre scene before her, the creepy whispering voice once again haunted her like a ghost.

The sound surged in from all directions, sometimes high, sometimes low, like countless vengeful spirits wailing in the darkness, or like demons hidden in the abyss laughing triumphantly.

"Damn it!" Su Mohui couldn't help but curse under her breath, her fists clenching unconsciously until her knuckles turned white from the exertion. Every time, without exception, whenever she finally found a new clue or was about to touch the edge of the truth, this damn whisper would suddenly creep into her mind.

It was like a sharp blade, easily messing up her thoughts, tearing the clues she had worked so hard to sort out into pieces, and plunging her into endless confusion and chaos!

But Su Mohui clearly remembered that she had taken the initiative to capture the whisper. How could it have come to this?