Shadow of the Evil God

Cesar took a deep breath, feeling the aura of the dying yet not-yet-dying linger between his teeth, constantly stimulating his sensual desires, a sensation far greater than that of a normal human death. The monk's mutilated body shone with a blood-red light, like a full moon, appearing dark and beautiful in his vision, a perfect foreshadowing of his greatest desire.

Blood sacrifice to other creatures on the path.

The two sharp daggers drew intersecting arcs, their tips trembling as if drawn by an invisible force, piercing his body. Aroused sensuality stirred his soul, and for a moment, Cesar felt them sluggish, like two snakes wriggling slowly in a swamp of mud, their heads swaying lazily. He reached out, seized the two slow-moving daggers, crushed one to pieces, and flung the other toward the motionless form of a shield bearer in the distance.

The dagger flew across and just grazed the man's shoulder, causing his body to stiffen, his knees to twist, and his numb body to stagger backward uncontrollably.

The shield bearer was fending off a scarlet mimic dragon when the dagger's poison pierced his blade, instantly killing him. The dragon's sharp, narrow tail burrowed deep into the ground, bypassed the shield, and emerged from beneath his feet, piercing his lower body. The tail, carrying large fragments of internal organs, emerged from his gaping mouth, more than half a meter long, like a scorpion's long, stinging tail.

Cesar howled, venting the deepest longing within him. He leaped high, feeling the earth whirl back beneath his feet. The greatsword pierced the air with his body, whistling as it fell. The gust of wind from his leap dispersed the dust cloud and flung the blood-soaked blade to either side, transforming it into crystalline beads. Power flowed back and forth between the metal armor and his scorching body, becoming increasingly frantic, surging in waves, fueling his ever-increasing hunger and desire.

The longsword pierced the ground, shattering stone slabs and red bricks, sending a cloud of rubble soaring that the invisible assassin stumbled and lost his balance. He immediately swung his sword forward, and the dagger-wielder retreated rapidly, becoming increasingly hazy. The scimitar-wielder took cover, his long scimitar circling his blade's trajectory, slashing a deadly arc towards his chest. Their movements were swift beyond the reach of ordinary humans, but in his eyes, they were no different from ordinary soldiers brandishing their weapons.

Cesar altered the trajectory of his blade, slicing towards his waist. The opponent leaped lightly, landing on his blade like a butterfly. Then, he slashed down towards his head. His entire body, even the trajectory of the blade, blurred, like a shadow in the mist. It was truly remarkable, so swift and light that ordinary humans could not resist it. Even the mage's servants, imbued with inhuman magic, had to think twice, but it was not enough. His visor ripped, the steel jagged, and he bit down on the scimitar. His jaws snapped shut, shattering the blade.

He sprayed a large amount of broken scimitars at the man's body. As the man leaped back, he stepped forward, his waist bent and his back moved forward, his back moved forward and his arms moved forward, his arms moved forward and his greatsword moved forward, straight forward for several meters, piercing the man's chest and connecting it to the wall behind him.

"Kill that dying monk!" the mage suddenly roared, "Kill him now, immediately! Otherwise we'll be in big trouble!"

Chapter 204: Burning Mage Servant

The invisible assassin struggled against the blade Cesar offered, his body and soul oozing with an alluring aura. This person's path, from a distant, alien realm, flowed into his body, supporting his movements and sustaining his life, preventing him from dying instantly. However, this also brought Cesar an even stronger hunger and desire.

He held the man's body with his greatsword, stretched his long arms forward, and with a single blow, he smashed his head between his shoulders. Brain and blood spurted from the compressed slits of his eyes, shooting far away. He felt an intense satisfaction. With his third vision, he observed the lingering auras, feeling them flicker and burn, emitting a fragrance more delicious than blood. His muscles tensed, his claws sharpened.

Two more sharp daggers pierced through the gaps in his armor and stabbed him, causing him to stagger and fall to his knees, gasping for breath. First, the poisoned daggers, then a crossbow bolt pierced his chest with unstoppable force, piercing his breastplate. It was more terrifying than the most powerful musket he had ever seen.

These things are an eyesore...

The invisible assassins continued to retreat, with no intention of approaching him. One of them even turned his wrist and pointed the poisoned dagger at the half-dead Brother Sagaros, wanting to kill the young man.

Holmonks charged aggressively, slashing down at him with his longsword. The sword, adorned with sigils and gleaming with a crimson glow, looked menacing, but he was too slow. Cesar reached around his sword and grasped his wrist tightly. The man struggled, but it was useless, like a child with its arm stuck in stone.

Cesar grabbed Holmonks, lifted him up into the air, and then swung him to the ground. With a loud bang, he twisted the guy's armor and smashed the body inside the armor into blood and minced meat that overflowed from the cracks in the armor. However, he felt no satisfaction.

The remnants of the furnace were as dull as puppets. Tearing them apart was more like tearing a piece of paper than anything else. He stretched his blood-slick fingers, discarded the remains, and gazed around, following the scent that brought him hunger and thirst. The young monk from Sagaros seemed to have caught his breath. A shadowy figure, visible only in the third person's perspective, lifted him up from behind and held him suspended in mid-air. His waist and abdomen were still broken, but the wound had healed, and the burn marks were clearly visible along the fractured surface.

Cesar took a step forward.

Something suddenly rose from behind him, and Cesar discovered that the mage's servants, whom he had thought dead, had actually risen to their feet. A molten, molten-hot fluid, like molten lava, gushed out of their bodies, first wiping out any remaining traces of life and flesh, then enveloping them entirely. The two humanoids glowed with fire, their hollow eye sockets blazing with flames as they roared. The remaining iron armor burned red, hissing against their flesh.

They are truly worthy of being the mage's servants. Even after death, they can be reused and their last bit of energy can be brought into play with iron and fire.

The mage servant who had lost his greatsword rushed towards Cesar, and the mage servant holding the great shield stood up again, blocking the side of the mages of the Xisai School. The burning red great shield slammed into the ground, smashing the scarlet mimic dragon back.

At this moment, the mages of the Hisai School were barely visible, shrouded in a blazing, sun-like light. The entire surrounding area was filled with raging magic. Lava flowed from the ground, smoke thickened the air, and scorching fire poured down like a waterfall, burning the ground and causing charred coals to simmer, threatening to reduce the deep pit of flesh and blood to a charred pit. Blazing beams of light streaked across the sky, sweeping across the precarious buildings in the pit, causing them to collapse one after another.

The mage's servant lunged at him. Cesar, sensing the threat, leaped back. The next moment, the mage's servant fell to the ground where he had previously stood, exploding like a blazing sun. The remnants of flesh and blood beneath its feet were lifted by the heat wave, first turning black, then shattering into a cloud of smoke and charred slag.

He dodged the frenzied mage servant, occasionally dodging the invisible assassin's crossbow bolts and sharp daggers. Relying on the half-dead monk of Sagaros, he barely managed to maintain the abnormal flow of his subjective time, but the monk was recovering, and his state could not be maintained for long.

The explosion occurred again, and the air was filled with dust and debris. The mage's servant was no longer in human form, but it was still moving. Cesar continued to retreat, waiting for his opportunity.

He saw him stumble, his body cooling. Knowing his chance had arrived, he gripped his sword's hilt tightly and leaped with all his might. He raised his longsword overhead, as if spearing a fish by the river, and let out a piercing, wild roar. His voice was tinged with a surge of blood, flowing down his spine and through his arms. The ripples blew away the dust cloud around him, leaving a blood-red trail. The servant raised his hand to block, and the shield-bearing mage servant dropped his scarlet mimic dragon and slammed his fiery shield to the ground, facing the sword.

The mage-servants did this, seemingly because the great shields forged by the Hisai School could block their own blades, but the sword was no longer what it once was. It left a blood-red trail because it had been infected by his path and was soaked in filthy blood.

The dark red giant sword split the giant shield, pierced through the lava and armor, and cut the mage servant in two from head to abdomen. Accompanied by a piercing wail, magma gushed out like blood, scattering charcoal all over the ground and soaking the blackened stone slabs of the square. Cesar took a long breath and quickly stretched out his left hand.

The burning flames he saw with his third vision.

He used his claws to split open the mage servant's red-hot breastplate, cut through his charred skin, and tore out a false heart that continued to pump out flames from the corpse's heart.

Cesar crushed the fake heart, feeling the overflowing void fire flow into the cracks in his armor, seeping into his skin with an intense burning sensation, which made him feel deeply satisfied. The magic fire pumped out of this fake heart was untransformed and sweet like spices. If it could be combined with blood, it would be the perfect nourishment for him.

He took a step forward and swung his sword, splitting another mage servant diagonally from the shoulder to the chest, chopping off his upper body and revealing the fake heart in his chest. He reached out to pick up the fake heart, but found it was extremely weak and useless, so he threw it away.

The Mimic Dragon immediately stretched out its tail to hook it, and threw the magician's servant's fake heart into its mouth. Cesar felt that this guy was like a pet dog.

"You are not the chosen one of the Wolf God..." The monk of Sagaros suddenly spoke in a deep voice, "What are you, Cesar?"

Chapter 205: Evil Creature

A threat, a sudden increase in threat. He couldn't let anyone escape. Since the monks of Sagaros had discovered clues to his path, anyone who escaped alive would surely spread the news. Suspicion was inevitable, so until he could use his power and position to suppress the doubts, all doubts should be eliminated.

This is a decision that concerns his life or death, which means that there is no good or evil, no right or wrong, no excuses, and no mercy in the choices related to it.

Cesar said nothing, forcing his body, pierced with daggers and crossbow bolts, forward slowly. He could feel the voices in his ears grow sharper, shifting and changing with their hazy faces, transforming into a meaningless cacophony. Not only did their bodies need to be torn apart, but their souls were also forbidden from returning to their own temples. Doubters could either side with him or become broken and twisted pieces of flesh, unable to speak a word.

He treated them all equally.

The young monk hesitated, seemingly realizing something, but Cesar didn't care. He would carve the blood of these people's deaths into this land of suffering, transforming the beings surrounding them, singing and dancing, from lovers and loved ones, into buzzing flies and maggots gnawing at the decaying flesh. Shadows oozing from his wounds spread around him, shifting like mist. Within each intertwining shadow, prying bloodshot eyes suddenly opened, staring forward, forming a dense and complex field of vision.

A corpse dissolved in the shadows beneath his feet, like sinking into a bottomless swamp. The monk shook his head, his face pale as he shouted meaningless noises. The two remaining invisible assassins stopped hurling daggers and crossbows, and instead each held the monk's arms. They wanted to escape with him, to get the insider out of danger.

Can't let them...

The pursuit was imminent. Cesar was about to leap, but instinctively stopped and retreated. In that incredible moment, the space between the ruins of the town and the edge of the pit suddenly became blurred, and the moonlight shattered and scattered, reflecting everywhere, weaving a terrifying scene like a cracked mirror. Then he heard a low tearing sound and found that a narrow crack over five meters wide had been carved into his vision, extending all the way to the ruins at the end of his sight.

He narrowed his countless eyes in the shadows, leaned forward, and peered forward, the tip of his sword resting on the ground. The invisible assassin still stood there, carrying the young monk. A beast, either a jackal or a bull, stood before them. The three humans and a giant brown monster huddled together like a grotesque painting, its composition and setting both bizarre and incomparable.

Then the composition cracked. From the depths of the ruins to the feet of the evil monster, the entire path was broken into pieces, like a mirror that had been trying to mend its surface and could no longer remain intact. The cracked mirror surface turned into countless shattered fragments, hurled in all directions.

The monk groaned, and Cesar realized that he had been knocked away, slamming into his side like a small animal being kicked. The monk raised his arm to grab him, but his arm had been torn away from his shoulder, and the wound torn by the impact kept spurting blood.

The man was shattered and flung far away. The back of his head had been crushed, and he was flung towards the ruins of the town on the other side of the pit. His upper body, broken like a wooden stick, separated and fell to the sides behind him, with a four or five meter long intestine tethered to the middle. His severed arm collapsed at his feet, rolling several times before coming to rest, his hands covered in mud.

The crippled figure wasn't the primary target. The invisible assassin wielding the sharp dagger was shattered even more thoroughly, hurled in all directions like chunks of meat cleaved by a meat cleaver, showering the body with blood. The invisible assassin wielding the crossbow was half-destroyed by the impact. The remaining remains struggled and kicked on the ground, uttering muffled cries before falling still.

The evil monster took a step forward, and its body was almost as tall as Cesar at this time. It had a face like a jackal, two horns on its head, and a body like a giant ape. Its hooves stomped on the ground, making the echo of an anvil hammering.

Good intentions? He couldn't see it. Malice? He couldn't see it either.

As it advanced, its face was fierce, its mouth wide open, revealing sharp fangs. Its wide eyes blinked constantly, its pupils bulging with a fierce desire. Its desire had nothing to do with morality or evil—it was simply to satisfy its hunger. It was extremely hungry, and it needed many creatures or mages on the path to sate its hunger.

Bathed in the blood of the invisible assassin, it stalked forward, waves of intense emotion emanating from it, rushing towards Cesar. Human words were like noise to his ears, but its silent longing was crystal clear, like humans conversing with one another. He felt the invisible pressure, staring into its bulging, frantic eyes and realizing the futility of escape. Either resist its pursuit or be crushed by it, tearing off and devouring every shadow.

Where did this thing come from?

The beast bent down and growled, its horns thrust forward, its body trembling slightly. Cesar was just about to observe the direction of its charge when his hair suddenly stood on end, and a palpitation washed over him. The violent sound came not from in front of him, but from just behind him. He tried to evade, but sometimes there was no time to avoid. The massive horns thrust forward from behind him, not only piercing his lower back but also crushing his bones with tremendous force, sending him flying into the air.

It roared, and paused slightly, ready to charge forward along the path of his fall and penetrate him completely.

Shadows streamed down, gleaming in the moonlight as if slurping blood. Cesar grabbed a flying mimic dragon as it flew by, narrowly avoiding its charge. He saw that the spot where he would have fallen had shattered. From the monster's original location to the end of the pit, a gully formed, its edges rimmed with shadows, dust clouds, and shattered earth. Within, a vast canyon lay nothing but dust and debris. Clouds of dust shimmered in the moonlight, fluttering in the air.

Cesar heard the screams of the scavengers and saw large pieces of shapeless corpses melted into the mud under their trampling.

He suddenly sensed a subtle sign, a blurry figure emerging from his field of vision. He quickly grabbed the mimic dragon's wings and flung it with all his might into the distance. He used the reaction to dodge to the side, twisting his wrist and swinging his greatsword, bathed in blood and shadows, to strike at the evil creature that had rushed out from behind him with astonishing force.

The sword crumbled and broke under the impact of its horns. It can be seen that the matter in the real world is not solid at all to it and cannot even pose a hindrance.

However, the sword in his hand was also a cursed consumable. It first gushed out a large amount of dirty blood from the broken blade, and then after its horns passed through, they stuck together and slashed at its wolf-like face, smashing its entire body.

It roared fiercely, clutching its blood-spattered skull as it plummeted from the sky, stumbling backward. Cesar also fell to the ground. He took a moment to catch his breath and tried to approach, but it neighed and crouched again. A mighty roar echoed throughout the pit. He barely avoided it, but it still smashed his left arm into pieces, leaving a bloody mess of flesh and blood, and no trace of the limbs and bones below.

This thing is really incredible. Cesar and the mage servant only destroyed half of the deep pit in the battle, but this evil creature expanded the battlefield to most of the town.

First, it possessed a more lethal and agile teleportation spell than Diana's. If the victim wasn't paying attention, it would appear from behind, smashing them into pieces with immense force. Second, its agility was incommensurate with its massive size. Cesar, without the help of a severely injured and dying Daoist, would have been completely unable to match it. Finally, its collision occurred between the planes of reality and the unreal.

It can pass through all obstacles unhindered, but it can also cause considerable destruction - it tears wood into waste paper, smashes buildings into rubble, and smashes flesh in steel armor from the inside out into broken limbs, splattered blood, and deformed metal plates.

This inside-outside inside-out is not just about armor and flesh, but about penetrating every blood vessel, every bone, and every internal organ.

The monk from Sagaros was already dead. Cesar was only able to maintain a slight degree of subjective time flow thanks to the wound he'd just inflicted from splitting its head. Not only had this thing attacked him suddenly, but it was also incredibly ruthless. If it saw a wounded person on the road who might interfere with its movements, it would tear them to pieces.

One thing is clear, it killed the monk and the invisible assassin first, not to help Cesar silence him, but to eliminate any factors that would speed up his actions.

Cesar moved in the center of the deep pit, keeping his steps light and his vision clear in all directions. He wasn't at an advantage right now, but he was faster and more agile in short distances. He needed to keep moving, constantly sensing the changes in the surrounding atmosphere, waiting for the creature to show a flaw in its advance so he could inflict further damage. This was his only option, or he would be doomed. After all, he had no way of tracking the creature's movements.

The guy could also see that the more wounded it was, the harder it would be to kill him.

If it had weapons made specifically for it, rather than relying solely on the horns on its head, Cesar would have been dead, but it didn't. Why not? He couldn't explain it. Perhaps it had lost them, but it couldn't have been there in the first place. Its arms had strong, powerful hands instead of hooves, like human hands, and holding a weapon was effortless.

Dense shadows intertwined and overlapped at his broken arm, forming a complex, vine-like arm. Numerous eyeballs flickered and turned in the cracks, scanning in all directions. Cesar could no longer tell which of the two was the more evil creature. To an ignorant human, the other looked like a hybrid beast, while he was a formless being bound in armor.

Chapter 206: Give Me Your Flesh and Blood

The battle continued, and Cesar had no time to focus on anything else, no time to pay attention to anything else. His armor shattered, his flesh lost its shape, and his breathing grew heavier with each struggle. He seemed to have reached the edge of the pit, surrounded by leaning houses, but they quickly collapsed and disintegrated, blending into the dust cloud that spread across the town.

He gradually gave up thinking, hunger and rage surging through his mind, sending him howling. The fear of death, the pleasure of pain, the constant fighting and counterattack. It was a mixture of multiple sensory desires, causing his skin to tingle, his flesh to burn, and his entire body to twitch with the movement of the sword.

Cesar slashed with his greatsword, tore with his claws, bit with his fangs, and used his shattered and reconstructed shadows to pull at its hooves, wounding its body. Time and again, he dodged fatal wounds, repeatedly inflicting wounds on its body, forcing it to assess its current situation. But the creature's movements were unaffected by its minor injuries, and its horns, always ignoring any obstacles, smashed into his body with increasing frequency.

He hissed and retreated, regulating his breathing, shaking off the crushed bloody eyeballs on the ground, and the large shadow on his body that was torn into pieces and had lost its vitality.

"Give me your flesh and blood," the evil creature roared softly. "What's the point of a path buried beneath runes? Let it accomplish great things in a more suitable soul." It raised its bristly hands, clenched its thick fingers, and the tendons on its sturdy arms stood up like gnarled tree roots. Cesar then noticed that its arms and body were already covered with scars, but no blood had flowed, only a dark mist lingered. Its roar became deeper and deeper. "I need you to heal the scars on this arm... I can squeeze you in bit by bit, like applying ointment..."

Cesar had no idea what it was saying, but the noise it made while still standing gave him a rare opportunity. He strode forward, raising his greatsword high, and delivered a powerful thrust that shattered the ground. Then, swiftly turning, he struck from behind. It swooped sideways, unexpectedly using its horns to jam the sword in his hand, striking it from tip to hilt, shattering it with a thunderous crash.

This was not only a contest of strength and life, but also a quest to break the deadlock. It carried old wounds that could not be healed, but it was more experienced and had a keener insight. When he used his instinctive resistance, he had already found a way to make him lose his support.

Cesar saw the greatsword in his hand shattered, leaving only a broken hilt. He almost wanted to grab the Sisa school mage and twist his head, asking him to get him another one. But in a flash, while the sharp blade in his hand was broken, it paused, head down, and rushed after him, piercing his waist with unstoppable force, and then raised its horns, trying to smash his entire upper body into pieces.

Cesar managed to save himself by relying on the recoil caused by the shattering of the rune armor on his waist, and jumped back with all his might to avoid it.

His armor had almost become a vest and tattered leg armor, and the shadows within his wounds were wriggling more and more slowly, struggling to reassemble his shattered body. A strong sense of fatigue enveloped him, and his subjective time was still extremely slow, while his wounds were growing heavier, making it difficult to maintain his movement.

Cesar was forced back, and another violent collision ripped away his lower body, leaving only his upper body, which slowly crawled on the ground. His claws dug into the ground, grasping at large swathes of blood, rubble, and charred debris. He felt the sounds around him grow fainter, and the boundary between him and the world blurred. Something filled him, pushing him outward, reminding him of the aura of the Tao that filled the bodies of the monks of Sagaros as they neared death.

His shattered lower body was seething around him, further disintegrating and shattering, forming a shrieking blood mist that rushed forward like a wave.

It hissed and growled, and with a flick of its hooves, it rushed a hundred meters away. The blood mist missed, and Cesar, holding his split arms high, floated into the air, roaring at it like an inhuman tide.

A larger wave crashed upon it again, pushing it back again, pushing it back further. Yet, even as it retreated amidst the shrieking blood mist, its posture remained more steady than before, a confident assurance that all was settled. What now filled Cesar was no longer himself, but the blood mist of the Crimson Realm, piercing his mad soul and pouring into reality. When a monk's mind descends into madness, reality tears apart, a gaping hole forming, allowing the alien realm to infiltrate his soul, distorting his existence, turning him into...

"Your pathetic life has come to an end, human." It smashed his chest, flinging him into the ruins, forcing him to transform further into the blood mist. He felt the stone hitting his bones and rubbing his skin. He needed a more thorough transformation to resist its threat.

"It's not over yet, Cesar! You're going to—"

What's not finished yet? Cesar couldn't comprehend it. He wasn't finished in the first place. He wouldn't find satisfaction in such a superficial transformation. Though his body was exhausted and his strength was fading, the aura of the Crimson Realm continued to flow into his soul, transforming his form. His chest cavity also disintegrated, and a monstrous blood mist quickly spread, obscuring the deep pit in the center of the town. He cast his gaze in every direction, wanting to devour the thing that displeased him, but he could not see. Everything in his vision was hazy.

Is there anyone else around here?

Not yet

Enough, still not enough, his head doesn't need to exist, so-called thinking is just a kind of...

Two glowing hands suddenly appeared and clamped around his throat, blocking his thoughts and causing him to cough and choke on his breathing. He was forced back, trying to reach for the offending object but couldn't reach it. "At least don't lose your head, you—" Her whispers buzzed in his mind. "Are you just going to watch, Ajeh?"

"I am a part of him. Whatever he wants, I will accept it. It's nothing more than us dying together."

Cesar collapsed to the ground, roaring but unable to struggle. He saw its hooves crush the ground, the sound like a hammer hitting the earth. He saw her holding her head, barely stretching out her arms in a meaningless resistance. What had happened?

For some reason, the beastman stood still. At that moment, the surrounding area was unexpectedly quiet. "You..." It looked confused. "I saw you in the Age of Gods Patrol...Firiels. Are you this small?"

"That Firielse has lived for over a thousand years!" Diana approached, dragging her severely burned left arm. Behind her, the Faceless One held the mage's bloody head. "You are a legend engraved in the Age of Gods. Why are you here demanding the life of a true god who has met the White Nightmare Legosius and accepted the services of a tribe of beastmen?"

Chapter 207 I Can’t Understand

The beastman observed Diana carefully. "And you, too. Since then, more than ten generations of your tribe have been culled. How many varieties of wasteland blood have your ancestors mixed into your lives? Thousands of years ago, Firiel's form was already changing. It's truly remarkable that you're still able to maintain a human form."

Diana pursed her lips and said, "Our ancestors had their own ideas, and future generations have the freedom to make their own choices."

"For the sake of bygone days, I will forgive you." The beastman grinned at her, revealing a mouthful of sharp teeth. "But this human, who is still transforming, must be given to me. He is beyond saving. Once the curse of the Crimson Realm spreads, it will irreversibly transform all living things into a murderous mist."

"He's different," Diana said. "I don't understand it yet, but he's different."

The beastman lowered its head, brought its horns close to her, and roared at her, its roar echoing throughout the pit. "What could be different?" It tilted its head and questioned again. "This is an axiom that has never been violated since the beginning of time and history. What could be different?"

"You should go and see for yourself," Diana insisted.

"Me?" The beastman stood tall. "Look at the blood mist spreading around you, mage. Do you see those distorted shapes clearly? Do you hear the crazy laughter and fragmented whispers?" It stretched out its blood-stained right hand and pointed at Cesar's head. "If the soul is a block of salt, this person has already dissolved in the ocean! Even if you evaporate all the water, what remains is nothing but waste piled with the remains of the dead."

Fils wiped the blood from Cesar's forehead and whispered a spell in his ear. Cesar gradually realized that every wisp of blood mist emanating from his body was sensing everything in the world around him, conveying an ever-expanding sensory experience. If a person has never experienced more than one personality, they would never imagine what it would be like to have dozens, hundreds, or even thousands of fragmented personalities and memories coexisting in one.

There are not only humans, but also many more species than humans.

They had all been ravaged by the Crimson Realm, their minds shattered and their minds deranged. Now, they awoke one after another within the mist, each one filled with ecstasy, eager to spread out within the blood mist, experiencing their new life and expressing their intense desire for the real world. The complex visions of countless consciousnesses overlapped, forming strange and distorted outlines. The frantic whispers of countless consciousnesses layered together, revealing unknown secrets.

The perceived world at this moment was extremely complex, far exceeding the carrying capacity of his mind and soul.

Cesar realized that each wisp of blood mist was their eyes, their ears, their fingers reaching out to the outside world, and every perception brought by the blood mist was concentrated in his mind. Previously, his eyes that spied on the world were only a hundred, like the compound eyes of an insect. Now, his senses had expanded exponentially—and yet it wasn't the end. They continued to surge into his soul along with the scarlet realm, and the level of his senses continued to rise as the blood mist spread.

It felt as if billions of stars in the vast sky were pressing down upon him, demanding that he simultaneously take in all their images, smells, touches, sounds, and indeed, all of existence. The sensations piled up, overwhelming him completely, and his mind grew increasingly dim and hazy, gradually transforming into a chaotic, directionless, twisting, groaning mess.

He couldn't concentrate, didn't want to concentrate, and couldn't concentrate.

Cesar didn't know how long he lay there, but as he noticed what was happening and reduced the beastman's words - the distorted outlines, the mad laughter and the fragmented whispers - to analytical facts, he gradually made sense of things.

He uncurled his fingers, opened his eyes, and watched as the memories of thousands of overlapping personalities broke free from his shadow. They burst forth from the walls, charging into the night, gradually disappearing into the darkness in every direction. He released all the cursed souls that had accumulated within him, and simply watched them flee, the malignant fog disintegrating into ghosts that only terrorized travelers at night. The thought was so clear that it seemed almost absurd.

He should have been entangled with them, transformed into a creeping blood mist that wandered around the world, leaving a path of death paved with corpses wherever he passed. However, he found himself still lying on the ground.

A pair of hands tightly grasped his hands. Cesar initially thought it was an invisible assassin and tried to struggle, offering whatever resistance he could. But then, a series of memories that occurred while he was conscious suddenly flooded into his mind, as if there had been a serious blockage just now, and now they had found an opportunity to come in.

I saw a jackal with wide-open eyes lowering its head: "What the hell are you? How is this possible?" Cesar stared at the two horns, feeling blood flowing from his throat, but couldn't utter a word.

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