Chapter 1685: Chapter 532: Just Give It a Try, What If It Works
Mirror World.
Inverted World, a reversed world composed of the negatives of the Outer World, a pitiful world filled with darkness, cruelty, and despair, a tragic world.
The city, like a wasteland, is shrouded in dust, with ruins everywhere, rusty tal, dried riverbeds, desolate mountains and fields; everywhere you look, there are ashes and debris.
However, even the Inverted World has its beautiful parts. If you look up at the sky, you can see the flourishing Outer World; the more broken the Inverted World is, the more beautiful the Outer World seems.
A halo flashed by, Wayne stood with the Shadowmare amid the ruins.
This is the Lando Manor of Lundan, empty, nothing is left.
If it were possible, Wayne wouldn’t want to enter this world.
“As the trash bin of the Outer World, the Inverted World bears the negatives of the God-chosen Continent. Without it as the filter, the Outer World couldn’t resist the Corruption of The Void…”
“So, is it really like that?”
Wayne murmured. He used to believe this statent, but after Yeloin was equated with Doomsday Judgnt and knowing the Inverted World was created by Yeloin, he no longer believed it.
The Inverted World is a gigantic petri dish, breeding the Famine Knight, one of the Four Horsen of the Apocalypse, through its repeated destruction.
“Famine implies severe lack of food caused by crop failure or poor financial status. In the Inverted World, famine should an lack; there is no happiness, hope, or peace here, all good things do not exist here.”
“The Famine Knight born in the Inverted World is a conglorate of negative information, he can represent famine, also can represent a life that is hopeless and full of hatred in famine…”
Wayne looked at the Outer World above and then at the ruined Lando Manor, as images of the Four Horsen flashed before his eyes, he calmly said, “How could it be as you wish.”
Rumble————
A large white froth spread from beneath Wayne’s feet, rushing into the mottled and broken city. The twisted white surge seed composed of countless writhing tendrils, touching both the sky and the ground, sweeping unstoppably over the entire Lundan.
Not a living soul was spared, all life withered away.
The furious surge roared to the sky, breaking through spaces and filling them, dyeing the Inverted World pale from the inside out.
Within the surge, massive eyeballs opened, decayed, moist, with incomprehensible murmurs echoing between heaven and earth, an imasurably enormous tentacle broke through the spatial barrier, descending from the sky, piercing into the ground of the Inverted World.
Soon followed a second, a third…
Windsor, Frank, Prussia, Iberia, Ross Federation, Greece, Svierie Kingdom…
Giant tentacles visited every forr country of the Inverted World, wherever the murmurs touched, all matter twisted into pale.
With his hands unbound, Wayne could with his own power pollute all life on the God-chosen Continent; a one-to-one replica of the Inverted World was naturally no exception.
Wayne couldn’t predict how the Four Horsen of the Apocalypse would descend.
Revelations contained corresponding descriptions: seven Angels blowing the horn, unsealing to release the Four Horsen of the Apocalypse, yet that’s too foolish. Now that Heaven is his, if Yeloin is counting on the seven Angels, the Seven Virtues, to sound the Doomsday Judgnt horn, Wayne could only say Yeloin is not to be feared, copying mindlessly, without any original thought.
It could only be said that Yeloin copied a portion, possessing a more suitable judgnt sche for the physique of the God-chosen Continent, and there’s a backup plan, not putting all eggs in the Seven Virtues’ basket.
Unexpected, don’t think too much, just blow up the house!
“So you’re called the Famine Knight, right? Congratulations, your ho struck oil, delightful to no end.”
Wayne’s eyes snapped open, thousands of thick twisted tentacles fell from the sky to the earth, sweeping all things in the world, transforming everything in the Inverted World into his own likeness.
Once all was calm, the sky beca a beautiful mirror, reflecting the scenes of the Outer World, the land occupied by a pale crawling mass, diseased, rotting, with proliferating growths visible everywhere.
Tssla!
In the center of the God-chosen Continent, a gigantic eyeball opened, occupying several nations, staring at the Outer World in the sky.
In the instant the eyeball opened, originally unperceivable negative information appeared as black dust, gathering from all directions, forming a massive black vortex, pouring into the Great Eyeball on the ground.
Negative information is also information, and being information, The Book of Greed can accept it.
Even if The Book of Greed finds it tasteless, unwilling for its nu to consist only of potatoes, Wayne has ways to handle the negative information.
He turned the Inverted World into his likeness, then used the Pale Sea to devour the negative information, besides using it for Evolution, there’s an even more primary reason.
As long as he consud it all, the Famine Knight would have nothing to eat!
But soon, Wayne discovered rather a dire situation, he had dyed the entire Inverted World white, yet saw nothing of the Famine Knight.
The Famine Knight has already awakened and left the Inverted World.
“These fellows, exactly where have they hidden…”
Wayne’s expression was grave, the enemy is in the dark, he’s in the light, everywhere passive, he remains in the conjecture stage regarding the Four Horsen of the Apocalypse, yet Yeloin and Yalien know his side’s Goddess Camp inside and out.
If this were an information war, he’d be Windsor, with the Four Horsen of the Apocalypse as the Ross Federation, entirely transparent, it’s simply unplayable.
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