The pupils shrank slightly, Archbishop of Calamity originally thought that what he did was fine.
In fact, he has repeatedly studied his plan from the beginning, carefully considered every link, and prepared backup plans. That is why he came to Happy Town to implement this promotion plan.
Even now, it seems that every aspect is not beyond my control.
But when he saw that person, he always felt an uncontrollable sense of panic.
In the outside world, his parasitic plan has reached a critical juncture. Now he is in Museum of Calamities. This is his own world, but he doesn't understand why he feels controlled by others, and even feels panicked.
He didn't realize that his voice was a bit difficult. "Everyone has their own memory."
"In everyone's memory, there is a past that they don't want to recall..."
"I have come from a disaster, and no one understands the power and pain of disaster better than me..."
"I am the master of disasters, and all disasters will obey my orders..."
"..."
This was in the spiritual world, and since he didn't deliberately hide it, his thoughts turned into sounds and intertwined around him.
As his will came, all the thorns in the whole town grew crazily and spread towards Lu Xin, like seawater woven with black thorns, entangling Lu Xin layer by layer. Even if the black particles around Lu Xin seemed to be able to continuously destroy the thorns, in the face of the boundless black thorns, this was just a futile effort.
The black particles cannot spread, nor can they cover Lu Xin's whole body.
So the black thorns can always hurt him, and they can always bring back his bad memories.
No one is completely immune to these memories.
"Obey..."
But just when Archbishop of Calamity was calculating the theory over and over again and felt that there was absolutely no problem, Lu Xin let out a cold laughter. This kind of laughter sounded completely different from his previous one. Only those with a kind of collapse would be hysterical.
And, unrestrained.
"Immersed in your own spiritual world, you feel like you have become Mental Lord?"
Amidst the laughter, Lu Xin's voice sounded absurd and disdainful of something ridiculous.
Then the smile on his face suddenly disappeared and he spoke seriously:
"No one can give orders in my presence!"
"..."
The hollow and indifferent voice instantly spread to every corner of the town.
In an instant, the whole town suddenly became dead silent, and all the mental turbulence came to a halt. Even the black thorns that were growing crazily stopped growing at this time. At the same time, all the branches were trembling slightly, as if in fear.
Lu Xin turned his head and looked at the black thorns, his expression seemed a bit playful. "You are in pain, aren't you?"
The thorn bushes began to tremble little by little, and a different kind of emotion was aroused in the deep and deep disaster.
The disaster in Museum of Calamities is no longer pure. Although there are still many people who are numb due to pain, they are still immersed in this false happiness forever, willing to be a part of the disaster, but some people are sober.
"Please me..."
Lu Xin He was covered in blood and wounds, but he looked at the thorn bushes around him and showed a strange smile.
This made him look less like he was being pointed at by thorns, and more like he was surrounded by countless thorns.
A weird smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Ask me and I will save you..."
"..."
Amidst the surrounding disaster, they couldn't help but cry out.
"Woooooooo..."
"Hahaha..."
Amidst the crying, Lu Xin's laughter sounded. The sadder and more painful the crying, the happier and more excited he laughed.
"What is this?"
Archbishop of Calamity Faced with this change that was completely beyond his expectation, his heart was twitching in shock.
"Obviously there is disaster in your body..."
"Obviously even I can feel the pain and misfortune in your memory..."
"Why can't you be affected?"
"..."
He couldn't understand that no one could withstand the power of so many disasters.
Just like those who have been stuck in painful memories, it is impossible not to collapse.
"Do you feel pain while watching the movie?"
In the town below, Lu Xin suddenly raised his head, looked towards the heights, and asked with a smile.
Without waiting for Archbishop of Calamity's answer, he nodded slightly and said:
"I will too."
"..."
"..."
After saying this, a strange smile suddenly appeared on his face, and he winked at Archbishop of Calamity.
Immediately afterwards, the black particles on his body sank heavily and hit the ground.
"Pa bang..."
An invisible force spread instantly.
From the moment the black particles touched the ground, there was a violent vibration. This vibration spread outward. So, starting from the black thorns, they collapsed outwards in circles, until ten meters or a hundred meters away from Lu Xin, the black thorns of the entire town collapsed.
Then the buildings of this world collapsed outward in circles.
Then came the river, the whole world.
Like a realistic picture, the layers of rendering are peeled away, revealing the deeper secrets of the world.
Until the whole world was revealed, the illusory image of the surrounding town disappeared completely.
The surrounding space became pitch black, and in the center of the darkness stood Lu Xin.
"What kind of ability is this?"
On the surrounding crosses, the faces of Archbishop of Calamity showed confused expressions at the same time.
"Go ahead..."
But opposite Lu Xin, Lu Xin in the deepest darkness, suddenly large tracts of black thorns bloomed around him. These thorns grew like crazy, like a black ocean, but Lu Xin was in this ocean, speaking in a low voice, as if whispering:
"You want to vent your pain, don't you?"
"Inflicting pain on others can also relieve the pain very well..."
"..."
In his voice, the black thorns around him seemed to have suddenly given birth to a life of their own. With deep hatred, they rushed towards the black cross with all their strength, and instantly covered all the crosses. They seemed to be carrying deep hatred, devouring Archbishop of Calamity's spiritual tentacles, climbing up his body, and implanting their roots deeply into his flesh.
This caused the surrounding Archbishop of Calamity to be quickly submerged in black roses, like a forgotten tomb.
"How could..."
"How dare you? Leave me quickly..."
"I order you to leave..."
"..."
Under the layers of black thorns, countless Archbishop of Calamity screamed desperately.
This kind of cry went from anger to confusion, to fear and anxiety, and gradually became depressed and dull.
The ferocious tentacles desperately opened around, but finally when the pain reached its extreme, it suddenly began to collapse inch by inch, collapsing to the cleanest and original state. Archbishop of Calamity was instantly overwhelmed by the ultimate despair.
"Hahahaha..."
In the end, all that remained in the archbishop's consciousness was Lu Xin's laughter.
"Shua..."
Archbishop of Calamity in the cocoon of light opened his eyes suddenly, his eyes full of deep fear and panic.
Without thinking, he quickly retracted the tentacles outside the light cocoon.
Sadly, his reaction was fast enough, but he was still overwhelmed by this frightening sense of collapse. As the retracted spiritual tentacles extended to his body, his whole body twitched as if he had been electrocuted. He let out a frightened scream belonging to a weak person that he thought he would never make before. He subconsciously retreated and separated his body from the state of the human cross.
Blue eyes, filled with endless panic, turned to look in one direction
"Bang!"
There was an explosion under the Happy Town building that collapsed into ruins.
That was the sound of Museum of Calamities's body being destroyed.
At the same time, with the destruction of Museum of Calamities, a strange fluctuation of spiritual power was released from it.
In the distant wilderness, those confused sleepwalkers suddenly opened their eyes at this moment.
Around them, endless illusions appeared.
They were glass bottles flying in the sky one after another, all of which were collected by Museum of Calamities before.
After all, there are only a very small number of people in the wilderness.
Most of the collections are difficult to trace back to their origins.
But at this time, for some unknown reason, all these collections came to the outside world.
In every bottle, there is a struggling, painful, desperate person beating the bottle, trying to escape.
Thousands of bottles flying in the air, this is a very spectacular scene.
The sunlight falls from a high place, reflecting the colorful and extremely brilliant brilliance of this bottle.
"Plop!"
The next moment, there was suddenly a heavy and loud heart beating sound.
All the glass bottles shattered in an instant, exploding into beautiful glass fragments, as if it was raining in the sky.
The invisible fragments of spiritual power turned into spiritual power and flooded the wilderness.
It makes everyone feel that their brains are blank and unable to even form effective thinking.
He could only instinctively hold his head and crouch, shivering.
"Kakakaka..."
In the entire wilderness, all the bottles carrying misfortune have been broken, even Queen.
Cracks suddenly appeared in the light cocoon, extending all the way, and then instantly shattered into pure spiritual power.
Queen opened his eyes suddenly, and then was bounced out by the force of the collapse of his own light cocoon.
It hit the villa behind him hard, causing a four- to five-meter-high building that was still supporting to collapse.
On her own body, bone-deep cracks suddenly appeared, and the remaining blood spurted out.
Queen's eyes showed an expression of extreme horror at first, and he looked around blankly.
Then I realized that I was out of trouble.
In the midst of countless changes, Lu Xin stood quietly with his head bowed.
He still stood on the wilderness, standing next to the old man, letting pieces of spiritual radiation explode around him, spiritual refraction like glass shards, like dreamy rain, dreams and pain, falling around him.
But his own eyes were closed.
There was an expression of extreme enjoyment, even fanaticism, on his face. The corners of his mouth curled up to his ears, and he hugged his body with his hands.
He was shaking.
My body was shaking with laughter, and I couldn't control myself even if I wanted to.
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