Capítulo 1255: Paimon’s Library (3)
“Why… why are you staying in the Demon’s Abyss… What happened to the Holy Land before? Why are you all gone, leaving alone in this world… sob… tell …”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, Hart… Mother couldn’t help it either…”
The gentle arms gently caressed Hart’s book cover, speaking like a lullaby,
“Because…”
“Because Mother died a long ti ago…”
With his eyes closed, Hart heard this phrase that was like a whisper, like a murmur, and imdiately felt a deep chill throughout his book body. He opened his eyes and looked up, only to see that the female figure in front of him wearing a white robe had no head at all. Behind her, countless arms with eyes were continuously reaching out from the darkness, grabbing the limbs of the female holding Hart’s body…
“Ahhhhh!”
Hart was scared out of his wits, quickly sprang up, and backed away, but it was as if his whole body lost strength and he fell to the ground.
“Hart!! Where are you going?!!”
“Save ! Save Mother!”
The body being dismantled by countless arms continued to scream and lunged toward Hart. Hart was scared out of his wits and flew back frantically, but it seed already too late.
All around, the space painted full of colors seed to co to life.
He seed to see countless other bright worlds, saw intelligent life living in those worlds, so resembling the humans here, others resembling giant insects or blobs of sticky rubber.
He seed to see strangely shaped ships sailing proudly in Uni; seed to see nurous stars and beings living and building hos on the surface of a white “Sun.”
Those…
What exactly are those?
At this mont, he seed to see countless civilizations, saw those beings with different forms, cultures, and thoughts creating their own architecture, art, and philosophy.
He saw how countless beings reproduced, saw how they fought each other, saw how they communicated…
Inside Hart’s frantically running body, a substance like black sludge constantly gushed out, flowing out from his eyes and mouth together with the “monster mother” chasing closely behind.
It’s not because the knowledge he saw polluted him, but because this is the dwelling place of certain entities, and their very breath polluted Hart.
But undoubtedly, he understood more as well.
Although he didn’t want to think about these things at all, the thoughts in his mind, like a tangled ss, surged forth on their own.
He couldn’t help but think, why do the worlds in the animated scenes seem so different from ours, are these all fictional by the painter?
Why, in their worlds, has there never been a concept called “soul?”
Or is it…
Is it there, but they’ve never been aware of it?
But why, in our world, the souls in the Spirit Realm have a physical form and are gathered together…
Hart, who has searched for so much knowledge, understands many things deeply, but sohow, despite his extensive research into the Spirit Realm, he can never find any information about the Holy Land.
“Hart!!”
The sounds of countless severed limbs followed one after another, but Hart could no longer fly; he collapsed on the ground as if losing strength, thinking desperately and resentfully,
“Finished, Holy Descendant… I can’t find you anymore…”
But right before his eyes, the pale tips of feet erging from the shadows gradually took shape.
It turned out to be a figure genuinely wearing a white robe descending from the second floor.
“Okay, Cal, stop chasing him; he’s been {scared} by my breath.”
“Sob sob~”
Cal?
Just as Hart was dazedly thinking, a pair of pale, delicate hands suddenly reached down and gently held him in their grasp. Then, she casually curled her finger,
“Rip!!”
“Ahhh!”
With Hart’s painful scream, two sheets soaked in so black substance were torn out from his body and flew away.
This seed to cause Hart great agony, making him unable to open his eyes imdiately.
But as his vision gradually blurred more and more, he still saw the scenes around him clearly.
All around, the wriggling, lively scenes quieted down, as they had never moved at all; and it was at this ti, a huge cal face ca close, humming a tune while curiously looking at him…
It really is… a cal…
He thought muddle-headedly, and the next mont, the face of an absolutely beautiful woman with short golden curls rushed into Hart’s vision.
For a mont, he couldn’t distinguish whether this existence in front of him was an Angel or a Demon, could only morize the crooked crown on her head as a reference in his mind.
“Hello there, Little Guy, we et again.”
“Again…”
“Ah, forgot, this is the second ti you’ve had pages ripped out by , so you’ve forgotten so things… but don’t worry, you’ll rember afterward. Let introduce myself first, I’m called {Paimon}.”
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